Preachers Daughter Chapter 19 Preacher and Preach
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After Mandy left the next morning, Cassie fixed some coffee and warmed up a coffee cake for the two of them. Cassie had a headache from too much bourbon the night before. She was typically more of a wine person, so the significantly stronger kick was a little two much. She popped a couple of aspirin before sitting down with her coffee and Adam. She desperately wanted to get their weekend back on track of just the two of them fucking each other until they couldn't walk straight. Last night was a pleasant diversion, but she still thought more about the events in the parking lot than about the unplanned threesome that followed.
"I have a question for you, Adam." she began. "Why didn't you just have Amanda call the police after you decked that k**? Seems like it would have been the most prudent thing to do."
"Mom, that would have been my preference, but I didn't think that would have been best for you."
Cassie was shocked at his answer and it really didn't answer her question.
"Go on," she pressed.
"I just didn't think you needed the publicity - especially after you had just found out the station was sold and you were out as a TV anchor. It crossed my mind that people might think it was staged to get attention or that as the investigation that would follow would lead them to discover the turn our relationship has taken. Besides, I didn't think from the way Mandy was handling the situation, she was strong enough to deal with the cops or with her husband later. And since no one actually lost anything as it turned out, maybe that k** might learn something from it without getting or adding to a criminal record."
Cassie just stared at her son in amazement. "So you are telling me that in the space of just a few minutes, you thought through what you believed was best for all three involved including the thief?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know if I was right or not, but it was my best guess," Adam said in his defense.
"Well, I have been thinking about it through the fog of this headache this morning and I think it was very wise and clear thinking on your part. Just another indication of how much you are like your father was and how much I love you for being so much like him and yet still be your own person. Now, my headache is starting to go away, so how about you take me to the window and fuck me like you did Amanda last night." She gave him a tired smile as she slid her chair back from the table to stand up. Her naked body was as alluring as ever and her firm tits stared him in the face daring him to turn down the offer.
Adam stood up and finished his cup of coffee. His growing erection signaled that he was not taking the dare. He would take his mother's hand and walk her to the bedroom window, have her brace herself against the window and fuck her wet pussy just like he had Amanda's the night before. He would fill her with cum just like he did in Amanda's cunt. But he would enjoy it so much more because it was his mother. He thought about his father and wondered if they had fucked like he and his mother had fucked these past few weeks. He was pretty sure they did because he knew firsthand that his mother would not be denied of anything she wanted. She might deny herself, but she would not allow anyone else to deny her desires.
"You know, maybe before we spend the rest of the weekend fucking like rabbits, maybe I should give you a good massage and help make sure that hangover is gone. You will enjoy the rest of the weekend a lot more."
"I think that is an excellent idea. And take your time. I will make sure you are well rewarded." Cassie smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
She laid face down on the bed and spread her arms and legs outward, starfish shape, making sure he could rub down anything and everything he wanted. Adam fished around in his suitcase for the erotic oil he had packed to add a little zip to their fuck sessions. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and began to rub her shoulders and upper back, slowly moving down to her lower back and then over her ass cheeks. Once he had finished her core, he applied oil to her arms and legs. Throughout the rubdown, Adam admired every inch of her skin and physique. His mother had always maintained the perfect balance of being well toned but not overly muscular, enhancing her beauty and her femaleness. He noticed that she was completely relaxed at this point and as limp as a towel. He thought about letting her take a nap, but his own sexual urges struck down that idea. He lifted her hips from the bed and bent down and began licking her pussy and occasionally slid his tongue inside her, feeling the hard nub of her clit with his tongue, giving it the extra attention it needed. Although the rest of her body still seemed relaxed, her hips began to sway and she began to moan her approval and pleasure. He added the stimulation of rubbing a couple of fingers over and around her asshole, teasing the intent to penetrate but not actually doing so. She loved having her asshole played with and soon, his tongue work on her clit and finger work on her asshole sent her into orgasm, muscles tightening up again.
"Oh, that was so good! I needed that, son. Thank you." Cassie still laid there motionless with her eyes closed almost as if to dare him to do something else. Adam oiled his cock and her asshole and positioned himself to mount her. His mother knew what was coming when she felt the oil rubbed around her asshole and began to relax in preparation for a good reaming. Adam's stiff cock was firmly in hand and he guided it to her opening, pressing down from above her body. His head entered her easily and then it was more difficult to get deeper inside her ass. But Cassie loved it and Adam was patient, enjoying the uneven sensations as his cock made it's way farther and farther into her dark tunnel. Her asshole was not rough, but it was uneven. As he pressed deeper, he could feel his cock skin stretched back on his shaft in some places only to give way in others and then stretched again. Each forward stroke sometimes felt like three on his cock when he was taking it slow and "enjoying the journey" so to speak. It was less obvious when he was in a faster rhythm. At that point it mostly felt like a pussy on his cock.
The oils on her body and now rubbing onto his made the ass fucking a little slippery, but also gave him the sensation that more than just his cock was inside her. She did nothing but lie there and let him have full control. He continued to study her near perfect form, her blonde hair, narrow waist, and round ass and the visual combined with the tactile, and the smell of the oils and sounds of her moans and still the taste of her pussy on his tongue left all of his senses fully involved and his stamina was faltering. He would cum soon and was glad that he had made her cum first. Cassie was not even attempting to finger herself. She simply laid there allowing her son to enjoy her for his own pleasure only. He picked up the pace, knowing there was no use in fighting it. His balls were slapping against her cunt lips with every inward thrust. He began to grunt and groan as his cum began to boil upward looking for an escape. Finally, his cum jettisoned out the end of his cock and splashed deep into her ass. He could envision his cum shooting out into the darkness, pooling just inches beyond his cock in her asshole, then flowing back to coat his shaft. His mother tightened her muscles around his shaft to milk anything still left inside him. As she did, he pushed as deep into her as he could to avoid being forced out before he was ready to exit. He loved the sensation of his cock relaxing inside her for a few moments after cumming. The warmth and softness clothing his shaft felt like a velvet glove and he would have liked to feel that sensation all over his body. He finally relented and pulled out of her ass to watch as his cum soon followed, trickling out and down over her pussy lips.
"Just what the doctor ordered," she said, eyes still closed. "My headache is gone."
They both chuckled. Cassie suggested that they shower together and feigned disappointment that through all of that encounter, her son had totally ignored her tits. As they showered together, Adam paid the most attention to her neglected tits and watched as her nipples hardened to his touch and the warm water rushing like waterfalls over them, creating little streams that flowed over the rock-hardness of those nipples. Cassie bent over to make sure she had washed all of his cum from her asshole and the view of that position tempted her son to take her right then and there and fuck her from behind standing up. But he resisted and took her out of the shower followed by a sensual drying act that touched every erotic place on both of them. His cock was hard and demanding it be served again and there was no drying his mother's pussy. It was wet and stayed wet, no matter how much a pat down it got from the towel in his hands.
She led him back to the bedroom and pulled open the d****s, demanding that he fuck her against the window. Unlike last night, she would face him and he would hold her up while she wrapped her legs around him. He resigned himself of potentially being seen by others below. He didn't know if he was different from others, but he was not fond of the idea of an audience if they were not participants. A threesome was one thing, but others not invited to the party was a different matter. The thought occurred to him that his mother might have a jealous or competitive streak in her and that she was not going to be outdone by a stranger. It was as if she wanted to fuck just like Amanda fucked the night before with the risk of someone watching and she seemed to want to be sure Adam was not going to give something to another that he would not give to her. So he satisfied her need, if that was what it was and fucked her against the glass in the daylight until she had cum at least twice and then he finally filled her with another cum blast that quickly ran down her legs to at least her knees before she could get it cleaned off.
They returned to the bed and slept for a couple of hours before Cassie's phone rang them out of their stupor. She answered, mumbled a little, listened some and then finally put more than two or three sentences together. It was her mother and her mother was telling her that she was coming for a visit for three or four days if that was okay with Cassie. His mother seemed more resigned by the idea than excited by it. Adam had never understood that relationship or why he had only met his grandmother more than two or three times in his life. He had hoped to find out on her upcoming visit.
The remainder of the weekend was everything Cassie had planned. She and her son fucked so many times, their bodies ached. They snacked, they watched a few movies, they snuggled, they slept. They never left the hotel room until it was time to check out. Adam was pretty sure that his mother had finally fucked him so many times that he would not be able to get it up again for a couple of days. But to his surprise, his mother coaxed another boner from him on the drive home and sucked him off as he drove down the open road. When he came, he nearly swerved off the road, but managed to keep everything in order. They laughed a long time from the shoulder over how they would have explained the accident to the cops if there had been one and why his cock would have been laying in his lap, wet with saliva and cum.
Adam's grandmother arrived Thursday a few hours before Adam had finished classes for the day. His usual early evening date with his art teacher had to be postponed, much to her disappointment and his, so that he could get home and get better acquainted with his grandmother. He had not seen her since his grandfather's funeral five years earlier. She did not attend the memorial service for his father and the subject never came up.
As a 13 year old, he remembered her as a very pretty, shorter, dark-haired version of his mother, but he assumed his memory was playing tricks on him. He anticipated a wrinkled, white haired woman with a stern look on her face would be greeting him when he arrived home. That was anything but the case. His grandmother was about 5'5" tall, built like his mother with shapely legs, a nice round ass and even bigger tits. She was not afraid to show her cleavage either, and showed enough that Adam licked his lips without thinking. She had dark hair, that she obviously colored given that she was in her late 50's and clearly a very young mother when Cassie was born. She smiled from ear to ear and quickly stood up to hug Adam when he entered the living room.
"Grandma Helen!" Adam said with fake enthusiasm as he greeted a woman he did not know.
"Just call me Helen. I haven't earned the right to be called Grandma at this point. My, you are a tall, handsome young man! You would make quite the trophy for a woman like me to tug around on her arm in public."
Adam felt a little uncomfortable as he blushed at her gushing over him. "Thank you," was all he could come up with. Then he noticed his mother seemed a little cool and distant, but still looked at him with love and seemed to appreciate that he was finally home.
"Your mom has been telling me all about you and I have to say, I figured she was embellishing a little too much. But now that I see you in person, she was only being honest. She has told me that you are quite the artist and a gentleman. She told me about the purse snatcher and how you handled the whole thing. You are a hero just like your father." she continued.
"Now, - Helen - that is taking things too far. You are the one embellishing."
Helen raised an eyebrow at his humility. "In any event, I admire your action. Not many men these days behave that way or even could if they had the inclination. The world could use more men like you."
They sat down on the couch beside each other and she sat close to him. Close enough, in fact, that the only way Adam could get comfortable was to put his arm across the back of the couch.
"Adam, I know we have never spent any real time together, so I am sure you are wondering why I am even here."
Adam looked over at his mother and she lowered her gaze to her lap and would not look at either of them. He had no clue how to move forward with the conversation, so he took the honest approach.
"I assume it was convenient for you to visit and that there might be some things you and mom need to talk about in person. I can certainly leave to let you two talk if that is the case," he said.
"No, that is not necessary, but it is partly accurate. There are some things that your mother and I agreed many years ago that you would need to know at the proper time and that it would have to be me to explain them to you. You and your mom have finally been in one place long enough and now you are old enough that you need to understand why your family experience has been so limited. She called me a few weeks ago and told me that it was time we had the conversation. That is why I am here. To tell you what you need to know and answer your questions."
Cassie finally looked up, "Just be sure you tell him everything," she said with emphasis on the word "everything".
His grandmother nodded agreement. "I am not ashamed of much about my life, although my lifestyle is not for everyone. I don't talk a lot about it. My business. But I do want you to understand how that has affected your life and that of your mother's. Some things are never as they seem because of secrets and indiscretions. The price is always high."
Adam's curiosity was piqued now and studied his grandmother intently as she began to talk.
"First of all, do you know what a swinger is?"
Adam nodded.
"Well, that is what I am and have been since I was your age. I have been swinging for 40 years. That by itself is not a big deal, but where that led became a big deal. When I was 18, I got involved in some group sex. Right away, I found myself pregnant with your mother. That was before all of the DNA testing, so I was never able to know who the father was."
Adam interrupted, "but we attended granddad's funeral a few years ago."
"I will get to that, Adam. I have rehearsed this for a long time now, so let me continue. I will answer your questions later. I wanted your mother and would not give her up, but at the same time, I did not want to give up the swinging style. You might say I was born to...fuck. One man was not enough. So I would go to gatherings of that nature after your mother was in bed and made sure she never suspected anything. There was a man at most of these parties for whom I developed strong feelings. He had a son about the same age as your mom. His wife started with the swinging but was not happy being a mother and tired of the swinging and left him to raise his son alone. We got married, but agreed to continue the swinging. We wanted to make sure what happened to us would not happen to anyone else we partied with, so we bought some rural property, built a clubhouse with a number of cabins and made it an invitation only swinger's paradise. We were well connected to people who shared our lifestyle and many of them were well to do. We charged an annual membership fee, then a significant premium for their nightly stays, with parties from Thursday through Sunday each week. The cabins had two queen beds for small groups and the clubhouse had a larger room for the bigger Saturday night parties where we all fucked together. We also had a full time doctor on staff. Everyone had to submit to a minor physical to prove that they were STD free since we were a bareback club only and that everyone had to prove they were either sterile or on birth control to guaranty there would be no pregnancies. Obviously that responsibility fell on the women mostly although some men had been clipped.
"As your mother and his son grew up, we faced new challenges to make sure they suspected nothing, although we later learned they had witnessed some things through the window from time to time when the designated babysitter fell down on the job. But as the years passed and the two k**s got closer and closer to adulthood, it was harder to keep it under wraps. And you grandfather was getting kinkier with every passing year. As your mom approached 18, it was clear that he intended to bring her into the lifestyle. But that wasn't enough for him. I found out that he actually had plans of what was essentially pimping her out to our male guests and charging them a premium to have access to a younger woman. It's one thing to allow your k**s to decide for themselves, its another to foist in on them. His son was two years older than your mom. Your grandfather never made any moves to introduce him to the lifestyle, but his son was a sensitive young man and I didn't think it would be good for him. By then, both your mom and his son were well aware of what was going on, but we swore them to silence.
"One of the membership was a high ranking man in the military. I asked him to help me out with a plan. Our son was in favor of it and fortunately the officer agreed with my principles on the subject and arranged for our son to be accepted into a special forces unit that would be moved around frequently and family could not find out where unless their k** contacted them and told them. That young man, your grandfather's son, was your dad. That was the grandfather whose funeral you attended five years ago. As your mom and your dad grew up together they were well aware that they were not related and feelings for each other grew. In the middle of the night during one of our parties, I had them slip away with the officer's help. They got married and your father was commissioned the following week. Your mom had an alias email address and we worked out a code so that your grandfather could never find out where the k**s were. He was pissed for years and threatened to hunt them down and ruin them if he could. But he never could find them. I never attempted to see either of you until your grandfather died. At that point, your dad was still moving you around. Then your mother got the local TV anchor role and we had to stay far enough away that your granddad would never find out about her. He would have made her life hell. But finally he did - just about a year after her popularity took off and someone put video of her on the internet. He exploded the night he found out about her and her successful career and popularity. He was immediately plotting to make calls that would have ruined her. But before he could do that, he was... well... let's just say, he died prematurely of an apparent heart attack. The doctors said he had too much Viagra in his system for his health status." Helen smiled at what she considered poetic justice.
"Your dad saved your mother from the humiliation and abuse of a situation she had not chosen for herself. And he loved her. He didn't feel responsible. He just separated them both from us and our lifestyle because he loved your mom. I assume your father died a hero in the military sense, but I know he was a hero in the family sense. That is why I compared you to him over the thief incident. You rescued two women out of love for your fellow human from an outside predator and for the love of your mother, not necessarily out of a sense of responsibility.
"So that's my story and you now know why you have had such a limited family experience. Any questions?"
Adam was amazed that everything came into such clarity now. "No, no questions. Maybe later."
"There is something else you need to know, Adam. Your mother was kind enough to let me shower and make myself as presentable as possible for when you got home. She let me use her shower. When I undressed, I dropped an earring on the floor at her bedside. When I searched for it, I found two things in addition to my earring. I found a pair of men's underwear. I thought she must finally have a new boyfriend. But then I found your incredibly detailed drawings you had done for her wrapped under her bed as well. Then I knew her boyfriend was you and she confirmed it. Understand something. I am not going to make your lives difficult and I am certainly in no position to judge. Actually, it is just the opposite. I admire both of you for being honest enough with each other to live out your passions for each other. Now I have read a lot of erotic, kinky, stories in my time, including stories about family fucking. That includes mom and son, aunts, and grandparents. I doubt that there are too many real life situations where grandmothers get to enjoy a good fucking from their grandsons, but I am just kinky, horny and wicked enough of an old bitch to want to be one of those real life stories. So before I leave later this week, I hope you will treat your grandma to a royal fucking or two. Your mom says its up to you. Oh, and one other thing. I was your mom's first female lover, so if she has indulged in that with you as well, then you know where she got it. I also hope to renew that with her as well. And the two of you have a lifetime membership at my club if you are interested. I would like to commission your artwork for our clubhouse if you would come visit sometime."
That evening, Cassie said she was going to sleep in Adam's room so that he and his grandma could get better acquainted. Cassie finally relaxed, knowing that Adam had the full truth. She contemplated making a visit to her mother's clubhouse since Adam had pulled her aside and said that he would not have an issue if she finally wanted to explore her desires with other men. He had told her she had denied herself long enough if that was something she really wanted. She had much to think about as she drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Adam shut the bedroom door and began to experience yet another woman in the family, about to find out if sexual skill was a hereditary trait. His grandmother walked up to him and dropped her gown to the floor to reveal the largest, firm tits he had ever seen in person, smiled and knelt to the floor to taste his large, hard cock. Her skill was incredible. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she took every inch deep in her throat with no effort whatsoever. He placed his hands on her head and she grabbed his ass, encouraging him to face fuck her. He drilled her throat and never triggered her gag reflex. She slipped a couple of slender fingers up his ass as he continued to fuck her mouth. Quicker than he had ever before, he shot a thick stream of cum down her throat, eliciting moans of pleasure and approval from his grandma. She was even more pleased to find that he showed no signs of going limp. He quickly moved her to the bed, pinned her by the arms, used his knees to spread her legs and without the use of his hands, guided his cock to her pussy and went balls deep in one stroke. Within three strokes, grandma let out a wild screech as she came, the pent up desire bursting through rapidly. Cassie could hear her mother cum from across the hall and laughed at the thought that her son just nailed his grandmother to the bed and fucked her to orgasm in less than two minutes. And it was in his mother's bed that he did it. What a kinky fucking family she had. She got out of bed and decided to join them. She was not going to get any sleep listening to those two fucking all night, so she might as well enjoy herself.
By the time she entered, Adam had pulled out and was mid stream in shooting his cum all over his grandmother's huge tits. Cassie started the threesome by cleaning the cum off of her mother's tits with her tongue. It was going to be a great visit after all and one greatly overdue.
"I have a question for you, Adam." she began. "Why didn't you just have Amanda call the police after you decked that k**? Seems like it would have been the most prudent thing to do."
"Mom, that would have been my preference, but I didn't think that would have been best for you."
Cassie was shocked at his answer and it really didn't answer her question.
"Go on," she pressed.
"I just didn't think you needed the publicity - especially after you had just found out the station was sold and you were out as a TV anchor. It crossed my mind that people might think it was staged to get attention or that as the investigation that would follow would lead them to discover the turn our relationship has taken. Besides, I didn't think from the way Mandy was handling the situation, she was strong enough to deal with the cops or with her husband later. And since no one actually lost anything as it turned out, maybe that k** might learn something from it without getting or adding to a criminal record."
Cassie just stared at her son in amazement. "So you are telling me that in the space of just a few minutes, you thought through what you believed was best for all three involved including the thief?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know if I was right or not, but it was my best guess," Adam said in his defense.
"Well, I have been thinking about it through the fog of this headache this morning and I think it was very wise and clear thinking on your part. Just another indication of how much you are like your father was and how much I love you for being so much like him and yet still be your own person. Now, my headache is starting to go away, so how about you take me to the window and fuck me like you did Amanda last night." She gave him a tired smile as she slid her chair back from the table to stand up. Her naked body was as alluring as ever and her firm tits stared him in the face daring him to turn down the offer.
Adam stood up and finished his cup of coffee. His growing erection signaled that he was not taking the dare. He would take his mother's hand and walk her to the bedroom window, have her brace herself against the window and fuck her wet pussy just like he had Amanda's the night before. He would fill her with cum just like he did in Amanda's cunt. But he would enjoy it so much more because it was his mother. He thought about his father and wondered if they had fucked like he and his mother had fucked these past few weeks. He was pretty sure they did because he knew firsthand that his mother would not be denied of anything she wanted. She might deny herself, but she would not allow anyone else to deny her desires.
"You know, maybe before we spend the rest of the weekend fucking like rabbits, maybe I should give you a good massage and help make sure that hangover is gone. You will enjoy the rest of the weekend a lot more."
"I think that is an excellent idea. And take your time. I will make sure you are well rewarded." Cassie smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
She laid face down on the bed and spread her arms and legs outward, starfish shape, making sure he could rub down anything and everything he wanted. Adam fished around in his suitcase for the erotic oil he had packed to add a little zip to their fuck sessions. He poured some oil into the palm of his hand and began to rub her shoulders and upper back, slowly moving down to her lower back and then over her ass cheeks. Once he had finished her core, he applied oil to her arms and legs. Throughout the rubdown, Adam admired every inch of her skin and physique. His mother had always maintained the perfect balance of being well toned but not overly muscular, enhancing her beauty and her femaleness. He noticed that she was completely relaxed at this point and as limp as a towel. He thought about letting her take a nap, but his own sexual urges struck down that idea. He lifted her hips from the bed and bent down and began licking her pussy and occasionally slid his tongue inside her, feeling the hard nub of her clit with his tongue, giving it the extra attention it needed. Although the rest of her body still seemed relaxed, her hips began to sway and she began to moan her approval and pleasure. He added the stimulation of rubbing a couple of fingers over and around her asshole, teasing the intent to penetrate but not actually doing so. She loved having her asshole played with and soon, his tongue work on her clit and finger work on her asshole sent her into orgasm, muscles tightening up again.
"Oh, that was so good! I needed that, son. Thank you." Cassie still laid there motionless with her eyes closed almost as if to dare him to do something else. Adam oiled his cock and her asshole and positioned himself to mount her. His mother knew what was coming when she felt the oil rubbed around her asshole and began to relax in preparation for a good reaming. Adam's stiff cock was firmly in hand and he guided it to her opening, pressing down from above her body. His head entered her easily and then it was more difficult to get deeper inside her ass. But Cassie loved it and Adam was patient, enjoying the uneven sensations as his cock made it's way farther and farther into her dark tunnel. Her asshole was not rough, but it was uneven. As he pressed deeper, he could feel his cock skin stretched back on his shaft in some places only to give way in others and then stretched again. Each forward stroke sometimes felt like three on his cock when he was taking it slow and "enjoying the journey" so to speak. It was less obvious when he was in a faster rhythm. At that point it mostly felt like a pussy on his cock.
The oils on her body and now rubbing onto his made the ass fucking a little slippery, but also gave him the sensation that more than just his cock was inside her. She did nothing but lie there and let him have full control. He continued to study her near perfect form, her blonde hair, narrow waist, and round ass and the visual combined with the tactile, and the smell of the oils and sounds of her moans and still the taste of her pussy on his tongue left all of his senses fully involved and his stamina was faltering. He would cum soon and was glad that he had made her cum first. Cassie was not even attempting to finger herself. She simply laid there allowing her son to enjoy her for his own pleasure only. He picked up the pace, knowing there was no use in fighting it. His balls were slapping against her cunt lips with every inward thrust. He began to grunt and groan as his cum began to boil upward looking for an escape. Finally, his cum jettisoned out the end of his cock and splashed deep into her ass. He could envision his cum shooting out into the darkness, pooling just inches beyond his cock in her asshole, then flowing back to coat his shaft. His mother tightened her muscles around his shaft to milk anything still left inside him. As she did, he pushed as deep into her as he could to avoid being forced out before he was ready to exit. He loved the sensation of his cock relaxing inside her for a few moments after cumming. The warmth and softness clothing his shaft felt like a velvet glove and he would have liked to feel that sensation all over his body. He finally relented and pulled out of her ass to watch as his cum soon followed, trickling out and down over her pussy lips.
"Just what the doctor ordered," she said, eyes still closed. "My headache is gone."
They both chuckled. Cassie suggested that they shower together and feigned disappointment that through all of that encounter, her son had totally ignored her tits. As they showered together, Adam paid the most attention to her neglected tits and watched as her nipples hardened to his touch and the warm water rushing like waterfalls over them, creating little streams that flowed over the rock-hardness of those nipples. Cassie bent over to make sure she had washed all of his cum from her asshole and the view of that position tempted her son to take her right then and there and fuck her from behind standing up. But he resisted and took her out of the shower followed by a sensual drying act that touched every erotic place on both of them. His cock was hard and demanding it be served again and there was no drying his mother's pussy. It was wet and stayed wet, no matter how much a pat down it got from the towel in his hands.
She led him back to the bedroom and pulled open the d****s, demanding that he fuck her against the window. Unlike last night, she would face him and he would hold her up while she wrapped her legs around him. He resigned himself of potentially being seen by others below. He didn't know if he was different from others, but he was not fond of the idea of an audience if they were not participants. A threesome was one thing, but others not invited to the party was a different matter. The thought occurred to him that his mother might have a jealous or competitive streak in her and that she was not going to be outdone by a stranger. It was as if she wanted to fuck just like Amanda fucked the night before with the risk of someone watching and she seemed to want to be sure Adam was not going to give something to another that he would not give to her. So he satisfied her need, if that was what it was and fucked her against the glass in the daylight until she had cum at least twice and then he finally filled her with another cum blast that quickly ran down her legs to at least her knees before she could get it cleaned off.
They returned to the bed and slept for a couple of hours before Cassie's phone rang them out of their stupor. She answered, mumbled a little, listened some and then finally put more than two or three sentences together. It was her mother and her mother was telling her that she was coming for a visit for three or four days if that was okay with Cassie. His mother seemed more resigned by the idea than excited by it. Adam had never understood that relationship or why he had only met his grandmother more than two or three times in his life. He had hoped to find out on her upcoming visit.
The remainder of the weekend was everything Cassie had planned. She and her son fucked so many times, their bodies ached. They snacked, they watched a few movies, they snuggled, they slept. They never left the hotel room until it was time to check out. Adam was pretty sure that his mother had finally fucked him so many times that he would not be able to get it up again for a couple of days. But to his surprise, his mother coaxed another boner from him on the drive home and sucked him off as he drove down the open road. When he came, he nearly swerved off the road, but managed to keep everything in order. They laughed a long time from the shoulder over how they would have explained the accident to the cops if there had been one and why his cock would have been laying in his lap, wet with saliva and cum.
Adam's grandmother arrived Thursday a few hours before Adam had finished classes for the day. His usual early evening date with his art teacher had to be postponed, much to her disappointment and his, so that he could get home and get better acquainted with his grandmother. He had not seen her since his grandfather's funeral five years earlier. She did not attend the memorial service for his father and the subject never came up.
As a 13 year old, he remembered her as a very pretty, shorter, dark-haired version of his mother, but he assumed his memory was playing tricks on him. He anticipated a wrinkled, white haired woman with a stern look on her face would be greeting him when he arrived home. That was anything but the case. His grandmother was about 5'5" tall, built like his mother with shapely legs, a nice round ass and even bigger tits. She was not afraid to show her cleavage either, and showed enough that Adam licked his lips without thinking. She had dark hair, that she obviously colored given that she was in her late 50's and clearly a very young mother when Cassie was born. She smiled from ear to ear and quickly stood up to hug Adam when he entered the living room.
"Grandma Helen!" Adam said with fake enthusiasm as he greeted a woman he did not know.
"Just call me Helen. I haven't earned the right to be called Grandma at this point. My, you are a tall, handsome young man! You would make quite the trophy for a woman like me to tug around on her arm in public."
Adam felt a little uncomfortable as he blushed at her gushing over him. "Thank you," was all he could come up with. Then he noticed his mother seemed a little cool and distant, but still looked at him with love and seemed to appreciate that he was finally home.
"Your mom has been telling me all about you and I have to say, I figured she was embellishing a little too much. But now that I see you in person, she was only being honest. She has told me that you are quite the artist and a gentleman. She told me about the purse snatcher and how you handled the whole thing. You are a hero just like your father." she continued.
"Now, - Helen - that is taking things too far. You are the one embellishing."
Helen raised an eyebrow at his humility. "In any event, I admire your action. Not many men these days behave that way or even could if they had the inclination. The world could use more men like you."
They sat down on the couch beside each other and she sat close to him. Close enough, in fact, that the only way Adam could get comfortable was to put his arm across the back of the couch.
"Adam, I know we have never spent any real time together, so I am sure you are wondering why I am even here."
Adam looked over at his mother and she lowered her gaze to her lap and would not look at either of them. He had no clue how to move forward with the conversation, so he took the honest approach.
"I assume it was convenient for you to visit and that there might be some things you and mom need to talk about in person. I can certainly leave to let you two talk if that is the case," he said.
"No, that is not necessary, but it is partly accurate. There are some things that your mother and I agreed many years ago that you would need to know at the proper time and that it would have to be me to explain them to you. You and your mom have finally been in one place long enough and now you are old enough that you need to understand why your family experience has been so limited. She called me a few weeks ago and told me that it was time we had the conversation. That is why I am here. To tell you what you need to know and answer your questions."
Cassie finally looked up, "Just be sure you tell him everything," she said with emphasis on the word "everything".
His grandmother nodded agreement. "I am not ashamed of much about my life, although my lifestyle is not for everyone. I don't talk a lot about it. My business. But I do want you to understand how that has affected your life and that of your mother's. Some things are never as they seem because of secrets and indiscretions. The price is always high."
Adam's curiosity was piqued now and studied his grandmother intently as she began to talk.
"First of all, do you know what a swinger is?"
Adam nodded.
"Well, that is what I am and have been since I was your age. I have been swinging for 40 years. That by itself is not a big deal, but where that led became a big deal. When I was 18, I got involved in some group sex. Right away, I found myself pregnant with your mother. That was before all of the DNA testing, so I was never able to know who the father was."
Adam interrupted, "but we attended granddad's funeral a few years ago."
"I will get to that, Adam. I have rehearsed this for a long time now, so let me continue. I will answer your questions later. I wanted your mother and would not give her up, but at the same time, I did not want to give up the swinging style. You might say I was born to...fuck. One man was not enough. So I would go to gatherings of that nature after your mother was in bed and made sure she never suspected anything. There was a man at most of these parties for whom I developed strong feelings. He had a son about the same age as your mom. His wife started with the swinging but was not happy being a mother and tired of the swinging and left him to raise his son alone. We got married, but agreed to continue the swinging. We wanted to make sure what happened to us would not happen to anyone else we partied with, so we bought some rural property, built a clubhouse with a number of cabins and made it an invitation only swinger's paradise. We were well connected to people who shared our lifestyle and many of them were well to do. We charged an annual membership fee, then a significant premium for their nightly stays, with parties from Thursday through Sunday each week. The cabins had two queen beds for small groups and the clubhouse had a larger room for the bigger Saturday night parties where we all fucked together. We also had a full time doctor on staff. Everyone had to submit to a minor physical to prove that they were STD free since we were a bareback club only and that everyone had to prove they were either sterile or on birth control to guaranty there would be no pregnancies. Obviously that responsibility fell on the women mostly although some men had been clipped.
"As your mother and his son grew up, we faced new challenges to make sure they suspected nothing, although we later learned they had witnessed some things through the window from time to time when the designated babysitter fell down on the job. But as the years passed and the two k**s got closer and closer to adulthood, it was harder to keep it under wraps. And you grandfather was getting kinkier with every passing year. As your mom approached 18, it was clear that he intended to bring her into the lifestyle. But that wasn't enough for him. I found out that he actually had plans of what was essentially pimping her out to our male guests and charging them a premium to have access to a younger woman. It's one thing to allow your k**s to decide for themselves, its another to foist in on them. His son was two years older than your mom. Your grandfather never made any moves to introduce him to the lifestyle, but his son was a sensitive young man and I didn't think it would be good for him. By then, both your mom and his son were well aware of what was going on, but we swore them to silence.
"One of the membership was a high ranking man in the military. I asked him to help me out with a plan. Our son was in favor of it and fortunately the officer agreed with my principles on the subject and arranged for our son to be accepted into a special forces unit that would be moved around frequently and family could not find out where unless their k** contacted them and told them. That young man, your grandfather's son, was your dad. That was the grandfather whose funeral you attended five years ago. As your mom and your dad grew up together they were well aware that they were not related and feelings for each other grew. In the middle of the night during one of our parties, I had them slip away with the officer's help. They got married and your father was commissioned the following week. Your mom had an alias email address and we worked out a code so that your grandfather could never find out where the k**s were. He was pissed for years and threatened to hunt them down and ruin them if he could. But he never could find them. I never attempted to see either of you until your grandfather died. At that point, your dad was still moving you around. Then your mother got the local TV anchor role and we had to stay far enough away that your granddad would never find out about her. He would have made her life hell. But finally he did - just about a year after her popularity took off and someone put video of her on the internet. He exploded the night he found out about her and her successful career and popularity. He was immediately plotting to make calls that would have ruined her. But before he could do that, he was... well... let's just say, he died prematurely of an apparent heart attack. The doctors said he had too much Viagra in his system for his health status." Helen smiled at what she considered poetic justice.
"Your dad saved your mother from the humiliation and abuse of a situation she had not chosen for herself. And he loved her. He didn't feel responsible. He just separated them both from us and our lifestyle because he loved your mom. I assume your father died a hero in the military sense, but I know he was a hero in the family sense. That is why I compared you to him over the thief incident. You rescued two women out of love for your fellow human from an outside predator and for the love of your mother, not necessarily out of a sense of responsibility.
"So that's my story and you now know why you have had such a limited family experience. Any questions?"
Adam was amazed that everything came into such clarity now. "No, no questions. Maybe later."
"There is something else you need to know, Adam. Your mother was kind enough to let me shower and make myself as presentable as possible for when you got home. She let me use her shower. When I undressed, I dropped an earring on the floor at her bedside. When I searched for it, I found two things in addition to my earring. I found a pair of men's underwear. I thought she must finally have a new boyfriend. But then I found your incredibly detailed drawings you had done for her wrapped under her bed as well. Then I knew her boyfriend was you and she confirmed it. Understand something. I am not going to make your lives difficult and I am certainly in no position to judge. Actually, it is just the opposite. I admire both of you for being honest enough with each other to live out your passions for each other. Now I have read a lot of erotic, kinky, stories in my time, including stories about family fucking. That includes mom and son, aunts, and grandparents. I doubt that there are too many real life situations where grandmothers get to enjoy a good fucking from their grandsons, but I am just kinky, horny and wicked enough of an old bitch to want to be one of those real life stories. So before I leave later this week, I hope you will treat your grandma to a royal fucking or two. Your mom says its up to you. Oh, and one other thing. I was your mom's first female lover, so if she has indulged in that with you as well, then you know where she got it. I also hope to renew that with her as well. And the two of you have a lifetime membership at my club if you are interested. I would like to commission your artwork for our clubhouse if you would come visit sometime."
That evening, Cassie said she was going to sleep in Adam's room so that he and his grandma could get better acquainted. Cassie finally relaxed, knowing that Adam had the full truth. She contemplated making a visit to her mother's clubhouse since Adam had pulled her aside and said that he would not have an issue if she finally wanted to explore her desires with other men. He had told her she had denied herself long enough if that was something she really wanted. She had much to think about as she drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Adam shut the bedroom door and began to experience yet another woman in the family, about to find out if sexual skill was a hereditary trait. His grandmother walked up to him and dropped her gown to the floor to reveal the largest, firm tits he had ever seen in person, smiled and knelt to the floor to taste his large, hard cock. Her skill was incredible. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as she took every inch deep in her throat with no effort whatsoever. He placed his hands on her head and she grabbed his ass, encouraging him to face fuck her. He drilled her throat and never triggered her gag reflex. She slipped a couple of slender fingers up his ass as he continued to fuck her mouth. Quicker than he had ever before, he shot a thick stream of cum down her throat, eliciting moans of pleasure and approval from his grandma. She was even more pleased to find that he showed no signs of going limp. He quickly moved her to the bed, pinned her by the arms, used his knees to spread her legs and without the use of his hands, guided his cock to her pussy and went balls deep in one stroke. Within three strokes, grandma let out a wild screech as she came, the pent up desire bursting through rapidly. Cassie could hear her mother cum from across the hall and laughed at the thought that her son just nailed his grandmother to the bed and fucked her to orgasm in less than two minutes. And it was in his mother's bed that he did it. What a kinky fucking family she had. She got out of bed and decided to join them. She was not going to get any sleep listening to those two fucking all night, so she might as well enjoy herself.
By the time she entered, Adam had pulled out and was mid stream in shooting his cum all over his grandmother's huge tits. Cassie started the threesome by cleaning the cum off of her mother's tits with her tongue. It was going to be a great visit after all and one greatly overdue.
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