1. Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 12


    Date: 4/30/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Incest, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: John P. Dofyle, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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