Virginia’s and my armchairs are in our and our husband’s bedrooms. They were always ready for your conjugal visits. They’re our favourite of many claiming and breeding places, full of happy family memories.
Your breathing slowed, you removed your hand from my mouth and tongue. We were so very wet.
Mother called, “Are you ok, I heard a noise?”
You called back, “All ok. Something got into Angela. But she’s coming to her senses.”
You and me giggled as you oh-so slowly softened in me, and Virginia struggled not to giggle beneath her blanket. Her fingers were still squelching in her steaming cunt.
Then your cock popped out and you said to me, “Now into bed, but kiss me first,” and you inserted your tongue so deeply that I moaned and you felt my pulpy cunt where your first ever load slowly drained.
You said to Virginia, “And I’ll see to you in the morning. You’re next but I have to refill my balls.”
“I’ll keep you both filled every day until you catch. I intend to have two lovely grandkids in nine months. And that’s just the start. I’ll find you both good cooperative provider husbands proud to have a strong genetic line. Then I’ll keep you popping out kids, and grand-kids and great-grand-kids. I even plan to sire a few great-great-great-grand-kids.”
“Goodnight, girls.”
“Goodnight, Dad.”
***
A lifetime later we’re reminiscing.
“Today’s our hundredth birthday. We’ve been so fortunate since we were born. To have Dad. A good father. And Mum. So understanding.
“Here’s a toast to today and to Dad and his good breeding way. He gave us sons and daughters, grand-children, great-grands, great-great-grands and great-great-great-grand twins Emily and Emma.
“A prolific breeder. He sowed his seed in all our family furrows. A good family man.
“He always did have the largest cock and hands.”
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