Her great-great-grandpa sucked her nipples harder as they came together, grinding against each other, churning their hot, milk-soaked loins together in an ecstasy of lust. Their sexual ardor was beyond either of their experience.
The only things they controlled were their voices. Grampa smothered his cries against the girl’s huge tits, and she pressed her hands tightly against her mouth and moaned deep in her chest.
When she nursed her baby, her body made a hormone that produced a peaceful, nurturing feeling, allowing her to relax and bond with her baby. The hormone promoted a strong sense of love and attachment between them.
That same hormone was taking effect at this moment as well, in her feelings for her hideous great-great-grandpa. Feelings of euphoria, joy, blissful relaxation, satisfaction, relief, and pure unadulterated love for her Grampa flooded through her like a warm blanket over her soul.
As her body came down from its heavenly plateau, she braced her hands against the back of the couch, purposefully dangling her heaving and shuddering breasts in front of the old man’s face, as she struggled to recover her breath.
Also breathing hard, the old man swiped his tongue on one nipple then the other. Back and forth he went, licking the breast milk oozing from each swollen nipple, smiling up at the beautiful young girl whose long light brown hair covered them both like a wet sweaty blanket.
His cock was still fully sheathed inside her, but neither of them was in a hurry to disconnect.
As their breathing slowed, the old man’s cock finally shrank and slithered out of her red swollen pussy, letting a surprisingly large wad of his white cum stream out of her now well-plumbed hole in a thick gooey gush.
The sound of the children stirring made Yvette jump up and cast shy glances at the scowling old man as they quickly got dressed. Over the past couple of days she’d come to know that scowl, it was his happy scowl. She knew he was pleased… as was she, though she knew she shouldn’t be.
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It was a false alarm. The kids slept on. Neither looked ready to wake. They were exhausted after a long morning of crying and hunger.
Yvette felt guilty at her neglect, as short as it was.
She was still exhausted but now she felt calm and relaxed. The sexual cravings that had plagued her for the past couple of weeks were gone and in their place was satisfied relief.
She walked loose-hipped and cheerful, cleaning up the surprisingly large wad of her great-great-grandfather’s cum which had slithered from her sex and onto the couch cushion.
She frowned briefly as she scrubbed. Could a man his age make a woman pregnant? She’d given birth barely weeks before, but she knew she was fertile… she was always fucking fertile. Was it possible to get pregnant so soon after giving birth? What if he knocked her up? What would she do?
She and Tyler had talked about having a whole brood of kids, especially boys but she’d never thought that one of them would not only be her son but her… her what? Her great uncle?
She squirmed, the confusing thoughts flitting through her mind giving her butterflies and arousing her, she looked around and saw that Grampa was watching her wiggling ass intently as she knelt on the floor on her hands and knees and scrubbed at the couch. The butterflies turned to bumper cars when she saw his eyes on her.
She wore her maternity bra again with a pale pink tank top over it, but it was stretched taught over her bulging breasts. Below, she wore a pair of snug shorts that hugged her like a second skin and said PINK across her rear end. She felt a wet spot at the crotch, evidence that some of her great-great-grandpa’s cum was still dripping from inside her.
She smiled at him and felt her heart constrict with joy as the ugly wrinkled ancient old man grimaced back at her. She arched her back and thrust her ass out, more than willing to let him look at her to his heart’s content.
How could it possibly be that he of all people drew that kind of reaction from her, she wondered to herself. He was old as dirt and hideously ugly and yet she acted like a silly love-struck girl rather than a mother and a happily married woman.
Getting to her feet, she cleared everything away and looked at Grampa.
“Could you keep an eye on the kids for a bit?” she asked him with a sweet smile. “I need to jump in the shower and clean myself up some before Tyler gets home.”
The old man looked at her contemplatively and nodded, not saying a word.
“I won’t be long.”
Yvette looked in on her kids, the baby was strapped in a reclined position in a bouncy holder, looking sleepy and her elder daughter lay sprawled on the floor with a crayon in her fat little fist, scribbling mysterious red lines on a piece of paper and mumbling in a sing song voice to herself.
She nodded and with another smile at her great-great-grandfather, skipped to the bathroom.
She’d barely been in the hot running water a minute before the door opened and she heard someone walk in. She could see a man’s shadow through the shower curtain but couldn’t make out any details.
“Tyler?” she asked in disappointment, pushing the curtain aside and looking into the steam-filled bathroom. He was the only person who came into the bathroom while she showered.
But the first thing she saw was Grampa undressing.
He heard her pull the shower curtain aside and looked up at her with the happy twisted grimace on his face.
“The kids are asleep,” he grunted. “I put ’em in their beds and figured I need a shower too.”
She watched him undress, the warm water engulfing her like warm wet blanket, and didn’t blink twice at his appearance. She wondered why she’d thought him ugly when he was anything but. Though, she finally did get a chance to see him out of his black socks and shoes.
They spent the better half of an hour lathering each other up, stroking and caressing, the old man barking out his gravelly laugh and the young mother giggling like a girl. Anyone stepping into that room would’ve found their interaction both strange and intriguing.
Grampa soaped up his hands and caressed her young vibrant body, paying particular attention to her breasts and ass, eventually using his fingers to bring her to orgasm and then sitting on the edge of the tub, drawing a knee over his shoulder and making her orgasm yet again with his tongue.
She rewarded him by kneeling before him and sucking his cock as eagerly and enthusiastically as before, but he didn’t let her finish him. Instead, he pulled her to her feet, bent her over and fucked her from behind until he came inside her for the second time that day. He hadn’t had this much sex in one day in decades. He’d cum so much and so hard that his balls ached.
A thick cloud of steam preceded them as Yvette came out of the bathroom with a wide relaxed smile on her lovely face, and Grampa following close behind, one hand on her narrow waist and the other cupping a large warm breast.
When Tyler got home, he found his young wife in the kitchen, her wet hair wrapped in a towel and his boss, her great-great-grandfather sitting at the kitchen table.
He wondered if there was something wrong with her. The clothes she wore were not appropriate. What the hell was she doing wearing a tank top and a tight pair of shorts, showing off her big floppy tits and big round ass in front of the old man?
After Grampa left for his house, they had the biggest argument of their marriage. She complained that he didn’t want her and he complained that she wasn’t grateful for the sacrifices he was making for their family. The row went on and on and they ended up going to bed mad at each other.
Yvette slept poorly that night. The fight with Tyler had upset her, but the guilt and shame of sleeping with her 84 year old great-great-grandfather had really kept sleep at bay. It also didn’t help that just thinking about the old man and recalling the way his large member felt in her mouth and in her pussy was enough to get her wet, squirming on the bed and yearning for it again.
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