1. Grandpa's Milk


    Date: 7/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: John P. Dofyle, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter One “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. ...
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