Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 12
I had an almost too peaceful evening on my own. The house seemed eerily quiet without any girls running, laughing, or giggling. Once I got to sleep I slept soundly- not waking the next day until 9. The goats were making a racket; reminding me of my duties. So I had a rushed breakfast and tended to my chores. I decided to mow the lawn and service the pools and filters before the girls arrived the next day.
I was putting away tools and supplies when I heard a young voice call, “Grandpa!” I looked up and saw Roxy riding her bike around the house towards me. From a distance, something looked odd about her. She rode quickly up to me and jumped off her bike. That was all I needed to see that her boobs were, indeed, “huge”! She wore the same yellow boy-shorts bikini (sans lining, thanks to me..) the crotch pulled nicely into her vulva as I taught her. The shorts were obviously wet in the crotch and she made no effort to adjust them. The thin nylon material on the top was stretched to the breaking point and her sensitive nipples were contracted into hard points fighting to rip through the fabric. Her leap from her bike sent them bouncing. She walked the last few steps purposfully, her breasts bounced with each one.
“Hey, baby girl! What’s the matter?!” I asked as she latched onto me with a hug. Her head was down and she was fighting tears. “Ow…. Oh, damn…” she cursed and eased the pressure of her hug.
“Grandpa, can I go for a swim?” she asked, avoiding my question.
“Sure, baby girl! You know you’re welcome here anytime!” She turned and headed for the pool stripping and throwing her swimsuit aside as she walked. Just then the ‘phone rang and I picked up the poolside extension. It was Roxy’s Mom. “Hey, so what’s Roxy’s problem today?” I answered. “Hi, John. She’s there already is she? She seemed to get up on the wrong side of the bed today and she’s been mouthy and bitchy all morning. I got tired of her back-talk so I just told her to go see you. I hope you don’t mind. You seem to have a way with her and she always comes home calmer and happier after she visits you. I would sure appreciate it if you could ‘work your magic’ on her today!”
“Certainly, Judy, I think I can find a ‘magic wand’ that will bring her around! I’ll have her back home by suppertime.” I reassured her.
“Just don’t give her any more of your milk- or whatever is making her breasts grow! I can’t believe how much they grew this past week! I had to buy her a bra yesterday and I think that is her main problem.”
“Well, I’m sure you both can use a break to help calm down and I’m happy to provide that for you.”
“Thank’s, John, you’re and angel! ‘Bye!”
I went and got a couple glasses of milk and some cookies and brought them poolside. I sat in my recliner and read a book and kept an eye on her as she swam and dived. I had the feeling she needed some ‘alone time’. After about 20 minutes she finally climbed out of the pool, bent over and wrung out her hair, and walked towards me, holding her boobs. They were far bigger than her hands could contain. She sat in a chair facing me and dropped her hands with a look that would kill. I only glanced at her tits and kept my expression under control. They had grown, in my estimation, three cup sizes in the six days since her ‘initiation’ to naturism and to ‘Grandpa’s Milk’. They were the size and shape of good-sized honeydew melons. If one didn’t know better you might think they had been surgically enhanced with silicone!
“Would you like some milk and cookies, baby girl?” I offered, keeping my gaze at her eyes.
“Yes, thank you, Grandpa…” she took the offering and seemed to lose some of her edge as she enjoyed them. “I HATE my Mom! She’s such a controlling bitch!” she finally opened up. “I FINALLY get nice boobs and she’s all freaking out trying to find ways to HIDE them! She MADE me go to Sears and she bought me an ugly granny-bra and some baggy granny shirts! I’m NEVER going to wear them! Besides, aren’t bras made to hold up saggy boobs?” she stood up and thrust out her chest, “Do THESE look saggy to you?!” That gave me the excuse to truly admire them. They were almost bulbous and the skin on them was stretched taut. Indeed there were numerous ‘stretch marks’ on them- I was sure they would be irritating her.
“Oh, Grandpa, don’t do THAT!” She said looking longingly down at my crotch. My penis was rapidly rising to attention. “I’m so HORNY and it’s Abby’s turn for your milk and you promised to save it up for her. I ‘did’ myself a couple times but it’s just not the same without Hermie in my pussy!” I looked down almost perturbed by my uncontrollable body part. I put my hands down to hide him/it.
“Oh, damn! Baby girl, never mind Hermie. He has a mind of his own and it is always on ONE THING! Your breasts are beautiful, Roxy, but you are still a child and you have to do what your Mom wants. Maybe you can compromise. How about if you had a bra that you LIKED that wasn’t a “granny bra”?” “Well, maybe…” she pondered the possiblity. I reached out for a hug. “Careful, Grandpa, they’re sore…” I hugged her again, gently, her melons creating a squishy barrier against my belly but my hard-on still poked her belly. She giggled and wiped the cock-drool off her tummy.
“Come on inside, baby girl, I bet those stretch marks are itchy!” I held her hand as we went back to the house and into the bathroom. I went to the medicine cabinet and she stood in front of the toilet, reached down with her left hand, spread her vulva and peed like she’d been doing it that way all her life. I just looked at her and smiled proudly.
“Sit on the bidet and clean up, baby girl, I’ll give you something to make you feel better…” I quickly walked out to the living room and got the dildo. When I got back she was enjoying the bidet- facing the wall. I took the bottle of castor oil, reached around her and poured a generous amount on each of her breasts. “Ooo, Grandpa, what’s that?” “Just some medicated oil that will help with the stretch marks and make your tits feel better, honey.” I put the bottle down and reached down to catch the oil before it ran off her boobs and started gently rubbing.
“M,mm, that feels GOOD, Grandpa!” I saw her hand reach down toward her vagina. The warm water splashed directly onto her clitoris. I put both hands on her left breast and started earnestly massaging it- tweaking the erect nipple. “Ooh, GRANDPA…” she moaned, her hips starting to rock. I switched to her right tit and did the same. “Oh, GOD, Grandpa!” she panted.
I put a hand on each breast and massaged her nipples feverishly. “OH—-OH—-OH—-GRANDPA! I FEEL IT COMING!!” Her body tensed up as her orgasm hit her. “OOOH, GRANDPA!!!” she screamed. I continued to massage her left tit as I reached over to the dildo, grabbed it, brought it down and rammed it into her gushing love hole. “OH! GOD! GRANDPA!!” her waning orgasm quickly blended into a second with the silicone cock stabbing her pussy. She grabbed it and continued hammering it mercilessly into her tight little cunt.
I went back at her tits, massaging with urgency. “OH, GOD!!! GH,MMMMmmm!!” Her whole body was jerking and twitching with a third and fourth orgasm. I let go of her boobs and she slumped forward- leaning on the wall with her head, panting. I turned off the water as she slowly recovered. The dildo- slimy with cunt juices slid out of her vagina with a ‘plop’ into the bowl of the bidet.
More juice dribbled down onto it. I took a couple tissues and reached down to her vulva and very carefully wiped it. Her legs twitched at my touch. She slowly sat up and turned herself around on the bidet. She spread her knees, grabbed my hips and pulled me against her for a hug- her head on my belly- my half erect cock on her shoulder. “MM,mm, thank you Grandpa! You ALWAYS know how to fix things!”
“Come, baby girl, get dressed. I have another surprise for you!”
I put on my usual- trunks and t-shirt. She squeezed back into her yellow bikini, carefully separating her vulva and pulling the seam up between her lips. I smiled at her approvingly. The material without the liner was almost transluscent. If you looked closely you could make out her wispy pubes. The top stretched tightly over her balloon-like boobs- unable to cover most of her flesh and squashing them slightly. Once again, closer examination revealed her pink areola beneath the fabric. “Graampaa!” she admonished looking down at the tent in my shorts. “Sorry, baby girl! You’re just SO HOT!” She smiled and blushed, “Thank you, Grandpa…”
We hopped in the car and we went into town. I took her to a store that my daughter investigated years ago that specialized in bras for ‘larger busted ladies’. She only bought one bra that fit perfectly but it was too pricey for her budget to buy any more. “Ooo, a BRA store!” Roxy seemed intrigued. I said, “Wait here, m’lady!” and got out and walked around the car.
I opened her door and offered my hand. “Ooo! Well, thank you, sir!” She took my hand, turned in her seat and reached one foot down to the pavement, spreading her legs. Her pink labia minora were clearly visible through the now wet material. She didn’t notice me staring. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other dangled demurly for an arm to hang onto. I obliged and walked her like some movie star into the store. I opened the door and bowed and we both laughed.
We were greeted by a middle aged woman, “How may I help you today?” she asked. “I’m looking for a bra!” I teased. “Oh, really!” she smiled. “My generously endowed granddaughter is in need of something that is NOT a “granny bra” I said using my fingers for quotation marks. “I see,” she said looking down at Roxy’s rack. “You certainly have been “blessed” for a girl your age!” she put it tactfully, “Come into the measuring room and let’s see what we can do for you.” She turned and walked away and we followed. “You may wait here,” she indicated a chair outside the door, “while we measure.”
“Can’t I have him in the room with me?” asked Roxy, a little nervous. “Well… It’s not proper, but…” she waved me into the room and closed the door. “Now, remove your… top, miss.” She ordered. Roxy did as she was told. “Oh, my! You lucky girl! You must get a lot of attention…” the lady boldly suggested. Roxy blushed. The lady took out her tape measure and note pad. “And your Grandfather apparently likes them, too…” she stated without looking up from her work. I looked down and my cock was tenting my shorts again.
I put my hands in front of me and I could feel my face go hot. Roxy looked down and giggled. “Do you have a bra for THAT?!” The lady chose not to answer but smiled as she measured her ribs below her tits carefully lifting each one to get the tape under them. Then she moved the tape higher on her back and pulled it across her gorgeous melons.
She took more notes and then wrapped the tape around her right breast, then the other. “Oh, my…” she mumbled, scribbling in her notepad. “Does macromasticity run in your family?” “Does what?” Roxy asked, puzzled. “Does your mother or other women in your family have large breasts?” “Oh! H’mm, not really. I guess I’m just different… but I think it’s because of Grandpa’s milk!” “Oh, really!” the lady looked at me suspiciously. “I have milk goats. They get goat’s milk when they come to visit…” I explained.
“Oh, is that right! I grew up on goat’s milk! But it unfortunatly didn’t have the same effect…” She glanced down at her own smallish bustline. She went to her computer and tapped away. “It will have to be a custom order but here are the styles we can offer…”the lady turned the computer monitor around which showed six different styles. “Ooo, those are nice…” Roxy took a closer look. “I like THAT one!” she pointed to a lacy push-up style. “Would you like one of those, Roxy?” I offered. “What?” she looked at it again.
“But, Grandpa, it’s WAY more than Mom would let me spend!” “No, not you, it’s a gift from me!” “But Grandpa,” she protested, “It’s $120! That’s too much!” “You just let me decide what’s too much, baby girl! If it makes you happy and it makes your Mom happy, its money well spent! Ma’am we’ll take one of these bras, please! How long will it take?” “It usually takes two weeks…” she began. “There’s another 20 in it for you if you make it one week, and another 20 to improve your vision!” I winked at her. “My vision?!” she feigned a puzzled look. “Why, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary…” she winked back.
We exited the store and Roxy skipped along beside me holding my hand. “Thank you, Grandpa! You’re the coolest Grandpa! I love you!” and she hugged my arm. “How about we head over there to Mc Donough’s and get an ice cream cone, baby girl?” “Goody!” she exclaimed cheerfully, skipping along. Her boobs danced on her chest! “But I need to PEE, real bad, Grandpa…” We entered the restaurant and headed for the restrooms. There was a line of women and girls waiting. “Oh, no, Grandpa,” Roxy whispered, “I really gotta GO!”
“OK, baby girl, come with me…” I led her into the Men’s and the women watched enviously as we went through the door. The only man in there was on the only toilet, leaving two empty urinals. “There you go!” I said, “Pee!” she smiled, pulled her shorts down below her almost hairless mound and approached the urinal. The toilet flushed as we both relieved ourselves. The man came out and said, “Woah! What the—Nice ass!” he went to the sink. “Thank you!” Roxy replied. We finished our business and smiled at each other. We walked out and there was still a line of women. “The Men’s is empty! Go and use it!” I announced. About four women and girls went in. “If you can pee standing up, like me, you can use the urinal!” Roxy added proudly and she laughed.
We went and stood in line for our ice cream. All male eyes were on Roxy’s body. “Grandpa…” she whispered to me, “all the guys are looking at me funny!” “I TOLD you, you were HOT, baby girl! Now, don’t stare, but watch their cocks!” Sure enough, on cue, you could see bulges forming in pants and shorts. Guys got fidgety trying to serrupticiously adjust their ‘packages’ as they grew. Roxy giggled and blushed at the spectacle. She turned to one father and started bouncing on the balls of her feet.
This, of course, transmitted to her boobs and the man’s jaw dropped, practically drooling. Roxy laughed. He looked up at me embarrassed and looked away. She then targeted a couple of young men behind us. She bent down from the waist to ‘tie her shoe’ revealling to them her wet see-through crotch. One of them quickly raised his cell phone for a picture. She stood up, giggling. “OK, miss exhibitionist! Settle down!” I whispered and put my hand on her shoulder. We got our ice-cream and walked back to the car.
“Grandpa…” a though obviously suddenly occupied Roxy’s mind, “Why do guys get boners when they look at girls’ boobs?” ‘whoo boy!’ I thought to myself, ‘here we go again…’
“H’mm, good question, baby girl! I guess it’s just the way we’re “wired”- kinda like an instinct.” “What’s an ‘instict’?” “Well, you know when you hear a big loud bang or noise most people duck down or crouch. That’s an instinct because the cavemen that DIDN’T duck got eaten by the dinosaur. So now the only people alive today are descendants of the ‘duckers’. It’s the same with boobies. The cavemen that liked big boobs made babies with the big boobed cave women. The babies lived because they had lots of milk. The cavemen that liked tiny tits made babies with tiny titted cave women and the babies died because there was no milk. So now the world is full of men that instinctively love big tits and that instinct tells them to FUCK . So they get a boner even if they don’t want to!”
“H,mm…” she pondered the information. “So I guess that’s why my pussy gets wet when I see Hermie, huh? Instinct? It helps you get your boner into me so I can make babies with wet pussies?” I laughed. “Yeah, pretty much, baby girl!” I hugged her shoulder. “So, looking at Hermie makes you wet, huh?”
“Yeah, pretty much, Grandpa!” She looked up at me and smiled.
Parent Post: Grandpa’s Milk
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 2
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 3
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 4
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 5
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 6
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 7
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 8
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 9
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 10
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 11
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 12
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 13
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 14
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 15
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 16 - Vanna's first orgasm
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 17