I smiled at my daughter on the deck and she smiled back at me. Her husband and the object of my fantasies and desire was in the hot tub with my twin daughters. I know that at least one of them had had her hand wrapped around his big dick while my daughter was driving me insane in my bedroom. Calm now or as as calm as I could be, I felt ready to announce my pregnancy. It was not my husband’s baby but he didn’t know, He also didn’t know that none of the girls were his from a biological sense. I didn’t feel bad about it. He wanted children as bad as I did but he just didn’t have the sperm count. Regardless, he was a good man and a good role model for the girls. What kind of slut was I that I would have 2 pregnancies and 3 children from a man other than my husband? I wouldn’t have called myself a slut before I met my son-in-law Mike and his cock. The girls were conceived on purpose with a man I knew well.
No sooner had I gotten people’s attention when my husband, Jim announced that the steaks were done. I chuckled to myself as I rushed into the kitchen to get all the fixin’s for dinner. They were already done! I was in shock. Jim walked in and patted my ass.
“All done, sweetie! I took care of everything! It’s out on the deck table.”
I walked out in shock. Normally, I barely got Jim to help at anything and he … set the table, put out condiments, the asparagus was grilled and on the table, the steaks were on the table, the beer was in a cooler, the potatoes were cooked perfectly and there was corn on the cob! Where had that come from?
Jim smiled. “Jen said she’d keep you busy for a while so that we could get all this done. Surprised?”
“Yes,” I said absentmindedly. I looked at my oldest daughter Jen and she winked at me and I fondly remembered her fingering my pussy and feeding me her big tits.
Mike got his big frame out of the hot tub and gallantly helped the twins out with one on each arm. I chuckled as their big titties burst from their bikini tops, just like their mom’s. They jiggled as they hopped down the steps. 19 years old and still virgins. How do I know? Because they promised me and those two always keep their promises. They turned 19 only a few weeks earlier and it was time I let them go on their journey. A journey that both Jen and I had already gone on. They knew it was coming and were looking forward to it. Though they knew it was coming, they had no idea how it would feel. Jen had told them “Wait for 19 and Pa will take good care of you!” Pa was their grandfather, my father and their biological father.
We laughed our way through the picnic until I tapped my beer glass and got everyone’s attention. I looked around at my husband Jim, my father Pa, my daughter Jen and her husband Mike and of course … the twins.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I have an announcement to make.” I started. Everyone sat silent for a moment. “I wish you to know that my virile husband has once again, found a way to give us another child!!”
Everyone cheered and Jim grinned broadly. We ate the steaks and the corn on the cob. The kids were good enough to clean up the dishes. Pa and I found ourselves in my bedroom again after dinner.
“The kids are cleaning up, sweetie,” he commented, “You’ve raised them well.”
He sported a hard on that stretchd down the length of the leg of his bathing suit. “Let’s go to the tub and enjoy the spa. Can you do that in your condition?”
I nodded and followed him out. I watched my father’s ass as he walked. He was not yet 70 and he still had a good and muscular ass as he walked. The hot tub was secluded from the grill and the kitchen. He let me get in first. I knew what turned him on and I moved slowly so he got a good look at my ass. I knew what made him tick. I knew what made him cum and cum hard. I knew because he was the father of Jen and he was also the father of my twin girls and we had fucked often through the years since he introduced me to sex when I turned the age of 19.
“What’s the idea of getting pregnant from someone else?” he chided as we climbed into the warm, bubbly water of the hot tub.
“I found another cock like yours, dad” I responded.
“Must be Mike” he guessed and then chuckled. “I saw the twins enjoying his attentions earlier. Do they know about us?”
“They know that you taught me about pleasing a man but no, they don’t know that you are their biological father,” I responded. “No one knows about that but Jen.”
“Yes, she was special. but not as special as you.”
I smiled coyly. He just had a way of making a woman feel good about herself. I put my hands together between my thighs and that pressed my already bursting tits together. It came naturally for me and I watched his eyes widen at the size of them. “I needed you and you weren’t around. Jen kept talking about how big Mike is and how sore she was and I needed some relief and Mike was available.”
With a frown, he acknowledged a feeling of dismay. “I’m sorry sugar. Can I make it up?”
I grinned as I spread my fingers around the swirling bubbles with him. My fingers found his and then my hand floated down to his cock. “Oh Daddy!” I exclaimed as I hugged him. I knew that we only had about 15 minutes until the dishes and the cleanup was done. No one would be looking for us as we settled into the bubbles of the hot tub hidden in the corner of the house.
I pulled back the waistband of his bathing suit and found the thickness that originally made me a fan of long and thick cocks. I kissed his chest without concern of discovery as my hand gripped his familiar thickness and length. I was ok that Mike was bigger and longer but my dad was the first big cock I had ever encountered.
I smiled at him and kissed his neck. Long ago, he had taught me how to kiss his neck, sucking and biting slightly causing a little bruise. I saw him smile as my hand rose and fell on his cock. For an “older” man, his firmness always surprised me. I stroked him and he stroked my hair as our lips met. His hands found my tits and pulled aside my bikini top revealing my swollen tits.
“I’m going to want these when they are producing milk again,” he smiled and stroked me. His hands were gentle but firm.
“Yes, Daddy!” I answered enthusiastically. He had enjoyed that milk for each of the kids.
I thought back to an earlier time. I was an ugly and shy teen. My mother was always out busy with one thing or another. Unfortunately, it was easy to tell that she was no longer interested in Pa or me. It didn’t take long for them to divorce. I went into a mode of hiding in plain sight. I wore my long hair, uncombed and in my face. I wore dark bulky clothes that hid my body. Some boys tried to be friends but I paid them no attention. I had very few girl friends. I always felt different and my very large breasts always seemed to get in the way. Sports also seemed impossible as they bounced much too much whenever I ran. My body was an embarrassment to me. My braces came off my teeth as I turned 18. This was a big event for me but shy as I was, I let no one know.
Pa saw in me what others didn’t. He saw a flower bud needing help to bloom. We were both so lonely. Dinner time was always very quiet and after we cleaned up and I went to my room. Pa saw that I was in need of a transformation. I was in need of a wake up call otherwise, I would end up as the walking dead.
One evening as we ate our usual Mac n’ Cheese and hot dogs, he swore. It was like he didn’t know how to tell me something. He was never an articulate man but I was shocked. “It’s time for something new. Time to get out of this rut we’re in.”
I stared at him. I knew no other way of life.
“Last week, I bought a cabin in the woods of Pennsylvania. It’s in a nice secluded spot on a small lake. It has a dock and a little rowboat.”
“How did you pay for that, Pa?”
“I used my retirement money.”
“Retirement money?”
“Yes, baby, I cashed it in. It’s time we both grew up and moved on. We need to do something different than eat, sleep, and go to work or school.”
The next weekend, we got in his car to go to the cabin. That’s when he explained to me that he and Mom were getting a divorce. She would move out of the house while we were at his log cabin on a lake in western Pennsylvania. The snow drifted down and covered the streets as we drove away. Mom hadn’t said a thing to me, not even good-bye. The cabin seemed small and covered with more than a foot of snow. The car barely plowed through it up the driveway. There was wood piled neatly next to the wood stove and the lake hadn’t yet frozen over. Soon, Pa was stoking both the fire in the cabin as well as the sauna 20 feet from the lake. The whole picturesque environment was secluded and the snow falling absorbed all sounds from the forest around it.
It was just Pa and me. I was enjoying the personal attention he provided.. In this new environment, I suddenly felt impressionable and eager to learn. He taught me to play card games as we sat on the floor. We cooked wonderful meals and shopped together. This was a fantastic winter vacation. I noticed him looking at me with those searching blue eyes. I caught him looking down my shirt on occasion and wasn’t sure if I should be worried or flattered. I chose the latter.
“Honey,” he called out one evening “I’ve got a special treat for you.”
I came down the stairs from the loft where my bedroom was. “What’s up?”
He waved to some boxes beside him. “Clothes and more clothes.”
“Where’d they come from, Pa?”
“They used to be your mother’s but they don’t fit her anymore. Think that they’ll fit you?”
I laughed and doubted it. I smelled them and they all smelled freshly clean. “Pa, did you clean these?”
“I sure did and you know how much I hate doing laundry!”
I felt warm inside. It was quite a gift for him to go back to the house, gather mom’s old clothes, wash, dry and fold them. Especially for Pa!