Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk. Author: John P. Dofyle. This is complete fiction. I am not a writer but I tried to organize my thoughts and eliminate incongruities. I know some scenes are slightly implausible, but hey- it’s fiction, right? Comments and constructive critisisms are welcome. The story is including of Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Incest, Older Male / Female, Young theme.
Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 1
Author: John P. Dofyle.
“Grandpa!!!” It was the three voice chorus of my granddaughters as I opened the door. Abby, the middle girl and most expressive of the three, rushed in like a linebacker- hitting me with in the gut with her head and the groin with her chest.
“OOw!” I winced slightly. Bending forward at the blow to my balls. “Hi, Abby it’s nice to see YOU too!” And I hugged her anyway.
“Abby!” My daughter Becky admonished. “What did I tell you about boy’s testicles?”
“I know…. ‘They’re delicate… and you have to watch out what you do’…” She recited sheepishly.
“What do you say to Grandpa?” Becky demanded.
“Sorry, Grandpa…” as she reached up and cupped my balls as if to rub the pain out of them.
“ABIGAIL!! You don’t touch people’s genitals, either!!” She scolded. “Don’t you listen to anything I say? Now go stand in the corner ‘til Grandpa says you can come out!!” Abby grumbled, took off her jacket and slunk off to the all-to-familiar corner.
Rachel, the oldest, and Sarah came together and gave me a “double-hug”, said “Hi, Grandpa” and they each kissed me and took off their jackets.
“Sorry, Dad, that girl is so impulsive. I don’t know what to do… I hope you’re ok”
“Oh, it’s OK- just a bump- just enough to remind me that balls ARE “delicate” as you put it…” And cupped them myself.
“So here are their towels and swim suits- you DID remember their swim lessons were today at one, right?”
“OH, yeah, right, Of course I remembered!” I lied, giving her a wink.
“That’s what I thought!” She smiled. “So I’ll be back at the usual time to get them. Try to limit the junk food. Do you even HAVE nutritious food besides the milk that they rave about? I swear, I have bought goat’s milk at the store and they hardly touch it. They say “it doesn’t taste ANYTHING like Grandpa’s milk””
“Like I said it’s probably because my goats are free range and well treated”
I was born in 1968 and raised on goat’s milk on our family farm. And ever since I bought my “acreage” when I retired at 40 I have always had goats to satisfy my love of fresh goat’s milk.
Becky gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “See you around 6 on Sunday. Try not to spoil them TOO much…”
“Bye, girls. You behave yourselves and do what Grandpa says.” Becky squatted down and Sarah, already naked, ran up to her, threw her arms around her neck and gave a big hug. Rachel, down only to her panties, came over, kissed her mom and hugged Becky’s face to her bare puffy bosom.
“My, those are bigger every week! I don’t think I had boobs, er, I mean, BREASTS, like that ‘til I was 12.” She had been trying not to use slang words for such private parts in efforts to teach her daughters proper terms. Rachel looked down, thrust her shoulders back, smiled and said, “Yeah, I know. They’re gonna be HUGE like Moms! They’re gonna be bigger than Roxy’s!” I had to agree, her mom’s rack WAS ‘huge’. The last I had known was when I took her shopping for a bra at 16. We had to get a 34DD and she now has 3 kids…
“Come here…” Becky said to Abby. She, still dressed, came over with her arms crossed over her chest and gave her mother a kiss and a long hug.
“TRY to be good, stay out of trouble and obey your Grandfather, OK?”
“Yeess, Mom…” as she peeled off her t-shirt. Her chest, although not starting to swell, showed enlarging nipples. The pants, panties, and socks came off in one clean movement. She was facing away from me so I got a flash of her wet vulva and her sweet vaginal aroma taunted me.
As a baby, she was an habitual masturbator- not unlike many babies just discovering their bodies. But she never really grew out of it. When she discovered the various ‘holes’ in her body she stuck anything and everything into them. Peas in the nose; beans in the ears; crayons in the anus and/or vagina. Lately she developed a love of carrots…
A couple years earlier after many doctor visits for concern of vaginitis, she was diagnosed with precocious excessive vaginal lubrication. Prescription: panty liners- changed frequently! Nothing else, short of surgery, could be done.
“And dad, make sure they wear shoes outside tearing through the woods. It’s bad enough they get scratches and scrapes all over their bodies, I don’t need cut feet or broken toes. And make sure they get sunscreen. They get sun on more parts when they’re here.”
“Well that’s what happens to us naturists- we keep the sunscreen makers in business!” I said. “So, we’ll see you on Sunday. don’t work too hard. love you. ‘bye” I gave her a hug before she headed out the door.
My wife and I were raised by naturists and raised our four children as naturists. There was a club that we were long time members with that owned a recreational ranch nearby that the locals called “The Nudist colony” with notable disgust. On occasion the club was able to rent the local swimming pool privately for club activities- usually family swims.
Otherwise our nudity was practiced mostly at home. And now, retired, with means to purchase ‘the acreage’ I am able to enjoy the outdoors naturally on my own property without offending the “ignorant others” of society. Indeed, many have enjoyed my refuge. Becky, my oldest daughter, was trying to continue the tradition with her girls. Up until this week nudity in their home wasn’t discouraged but not the ‘norm’ and Becky was trying to get them used to it before taking them to the club. Becky and her husband were divorced so they stopped getting regular ‘exposure’ to a naked man in their life.
“Line up for your pictures.” Since about the age of 4 (when I could get them to stand still long enough) I took pictures of them to document their growth and development. “OK, you guys, off to the bidet!” I reminded.
Off they thundered with arguing shouts of “Me first” “No, me” “You went first last week!” In a naturist home anal tidiness is a must (for obvious reasons…) so most of us have bidets- even here in North America. These three monsters loved it mostly for the novelty- although they did seem to take longer and longer to “go pee”….
After much chatter and giggling they all emerged with huge grins and pink vulvas from the hot water and towel rubbing. “Is it time to milk Mildred and Gertrude?” They asked, almost simultaneously, and they all burst out in laughter.
Laughing myself, I said, “Yes, Sarah, get the bucket. Abby, get the udder cream and Rachel can bring the disinfectant and the rag.” I headed out the back door toward the goat pen and the giggling gang rushed past me with their supplies. I watched their jiggling little bubble butts run down the trail. “Come on Grandpa, we’re gonna BEAT you!”
“Oh, no you’re not!” I yelled as I broke into a half-hearted jog to chase them. With that they all screamed in mock fear and sprinted the rest of the way.
As I finished jogging the rest of the way to meet them Rachel looked down at me and with a huge grin turned and whispered something to her sisters. They then turned, staring at my genitals and they all burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny, you bunch of comedians!”
“Your junk, er, I mean, your genitals look funny when you run.” Said Rachel. She obviously had a good grasp of both slang and proper terms for body parts.
“They DO, do they!?” I said looking down at my slightly fluffed penis and fully distended scrotum.
“OK, smarty-pants, check THIS out!” I teased as I spread my legs, bent my knees and started doing some hip-thrusts (a la Miley Cyrus) which sent my ‘junk’ swinging; slapping my butt and belly alternately. This caught them totally by surprize as their eyes widened, hands went to the mouth and they roared with laughter.
Suddenly Sarah got serious and stepped forward and said, “Stop that, Grandpa! You’re gonna hurt your test-ticklers!” And she reached out with both small hands and gently held one in each hand. Then, realizing what she was doing, she suddenly dropped them and stepped back. “Sorry, Grampa, for touching your test-ticklers…” Remembering her mother’s admonition to Abby.
“Hey, baby girl, it’s OK if you touch Grandpa’s genitals! Your mom said not to touch people’s genitals but she means don’t touch them without their permission.” I said squatting down to her eye level.
“Oh. OK”
“And they are testicles, not test-ticklers, silly girl!” And she smiled.
So I stood up, pointed at my balls and quizzed her “But the testicles are INSIDE this sack, aren’t they?” She nodded yes while staring at them. “So what is the sack called?”
“Oh, I know” “I know” her older siblings chimed in.
“Don’t tell me!” Sarah yelled not wanting to be upstaged by her sisters, again.
“It’s called the srotulum, right?”
Abby couldn’t resist, “No, dummy, it’s a SCRO-TUM.” She walked up, empowered by my invitation and asked, “May I touch your scrotum, Grandpa?” as she grabbed my balls.
“I was here first!” demanded Sarah and she pushed her hands away.
“Hey, hey! First of all don’t call your sister a ‘dummy’ and second I think you can share- there ARE two testicles, after all.”
“Then may I touch your penis, Grandpa?” asked Rachel as she squeezed her way between her sisters. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around it, not waiting for permission.
“Your penis small and funny looking.”
“Well, thanks a lot!”
“Sorry, it’s just smaller than Dad’s and yours doesn’t have a hoodie.”
“Yeah,” agreed Abby, giggling. “Dad’s penis head has a hoodie over it- most of the time. He can slide it back and pop the head out. Your penis looks like it has a turtle-neck shirt on!” The other two giggled in agreement.
“Well,” I explained, “First of all the ‘head’ of the penis is called the ‘glans’. That’s ‘glans’ with no ‘d’ on the end.”
jOHN says
sorry but it went on and on and on and on, didn’t need every little sexual contact told, some might disagree but I ended up skipping through it because of the repetition.
Alexis says
Hi. First time I read one of your stories on a certain site, I got aroused and started touching myself. I love your story. Although, I would agree to the previous comment that the repetition makes it less exciting. Mmm. Perhaps a little forcing would suffice? The girls are all too eager. Nonetheless, I love your story and have played with myself while reading the chapters albeit I skipped one or two.
1231 says
Hello. I really enjoyed your work and it is kinda sad that you seemed to have stopped or worse after your now sure deleted 18. Chapter. I wonder why you dont simply rewrite it and remove ages, this would sure make it hostable again. I made a copy of all chapters just to have it secure in case of it getting removed.
Would be nice to see the story continue and I hope you didnt get any problems with some higher might.
Ezhil says
I want chapter 18 eagerly waiting your stories really hot i used to masturbate
doug says
very good storie i hope you can and some more chapters to this