Mountain Family Lust Ch. 02

Author's note: With the exception of how freakin' hot my real aunt "Daisy" is, this is a work of complete fiction. Of course, the names and locations have been changed on the off chance that any family member of mine may read this. Some chapters also contains some bisexual/gay elements. If that bothers you, dear reader, then merrily skip on to the next story. I won't be offended, I promise.

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I woke up the next morning quite late. Groggy at first, I had to think of where I was for a moment. It all came back in a rush: Dad, drunk, thinking I was Mom and pumping his cock between my legs until he came, then masturbating (and getting jerked off by) Aunt Daisy. I shook my head, threw on some clothes, and wandered out into the house.

Grandma was in the living room, watching some soap opera on TV. She smiled when she saw me poke my head out of the bedroom.

"Good morning," she called. "We've been up for hours. The trip must have taken a lot out of you."

I nodded, not daring to tell her the real reason I'd slept so late. My dick twitched at the memory of Daisy's tiny hand on my dick, then went back to sleep.

"There's some breakfast on the stove," Grandma said, going back to the TV. "If you want it hot, you'll have to heat it up."

I wandered into the kitchen, discovered that there was no microwave and ate the food cold. I thought to myself, "I'm buying Grandma a microwave for Christmas." After eating, I went back into the living room and asked Grandma where everyone was.

"Your dad is in the garden, and Daisy's around here somewhere," she said, not looking up from the TV.

I threw on my shoes and headed for the back door. I was desperate to find out how much he remembered about the night before. I thought he wouldn't remember anything, but I wanted to be sure.

As I was walking out the back door, Daisy was coming inside. She put her hand around my neck and pulled my ear close to her mouth.

"We can't talk just yet. Be patient," she whispered. I nodded, then continued out towards the garden.

Dad was sitting in a lawn chair in Grandma's garden, drinking coffee with a .22 rifle on his lap.

"Morning, Dad," I called.

He turned around to see me and said, "Hey, Jimmy. Good morning. Sleep well?"

I nodded, and paused before asking, "You?"

His face clouded a bit, then he answered. "I had a really strange dream about your mother. Woke up with the covers all twisted around me, so I know I was thrashing a bit. Hope I didn't wake you up."

I thought, "No, it was before I went to sleep when you slid your cock between my thighs and shot a load of cum on me. I'm ashamed to say that it turned me on a bit." However, all that came out of my mouth was "Nah."

I asked him what he was doing, and he said that there was a gopher ripping up Grandma's garden, and he was waiting for it to pop it's head up. That explained the .22 rifle, I thought, and we talked a bit more while he kept an eye out for Mr. Gopher. Every so often, he would look towards the house for Grandma, then pull out a flask. He pour a dollop of whiskey into his coffee cup quickly, then put the flask back in his pocket.

"Uh, Dad?" I said. "Grandma says you're drinking a lot lately, and I don't remember you drinking all that much before."

A painful look shot across his face. "I just get so worked up about your mother," he admitted. "It helps me relax. Don't worry, I won't turn into an alcoholic or anything. It's just something that helps me keep my head on straight until things get back to normal."

He gave me kind of a sheepish look and continued. "Uh, I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to Grandma. She gets mighty pissed when she catches me drinking before dinner."

I laughed at him and promised him I'd keep it to myself.

"What's so funny?" he grinned.

"You," I replied. "You're an engineer. You helped me through algebra, calculus, and the advanced English class in high school. Yet, after you've been here for a little while, I hear you say things like 'mighty pissed'. Boy, country...country, boy."

"Yeah, I guess so," he laughed. "When I left for college, I was determined not to be thought of as a country hick. Worked pretty hard at it, and I succeeded...nobody could tell where I was from by the way I talked. But put me back in the country, and that's what I am."

Just then, Grandma appeared on the porch. She called out, "Gene, I need some things from the store. Take Daisy with you."

Dad groaned. "Shit, there goes two hours," he griped.

I gave a confused look.

"The store is a 45 minute drive from here," he explained, "and she never sends me without giving me a list as long as your arm." He handed me the rifle, folded up the lawn chair and the two of us walked back to the house.

Daisy was in the living room when we walked in. She looked at me and gave me a wink when nobody was looking, then grabbed Dad's arm.

"C'mon, c'mon, lets go to the store," she said in mock excitement, acting like she was 15 instead of 28.

Dad laughed at Daisy, told me where to set the rifle, and the two of them walked out arm in arm.

Grandma waited until the car had disappeared from view, then called me into the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table, she said, "Jimmy, I was changing the sheets on the bed. What is this?" She held up the sheet from the bed.

There, unmistakable, was the cumstain from the night before. I gaped, and no words came to mind. I couldn't tell her exactly what happened since it was as bad or worse than whatever she might have thought happened.

I started to say something, anything, but she cut me off.

"I don't know what went on in that bed between you and your dad last night. I don't want to know. I do know that your dad was drunk and probably didn't start anything himself," she said.

Then she gave me a hard look and said, "Have you ever slept with a woman?"

I froze, shocked at the unexpected question. If one of my friends had asked me that, I'd have embellished my one clumsy experience with a girl from school, and made up a half dozen more. However, it wasn't one of my friends, it was Grandma.

"No, ma'am," I mumbled, staring at the floor.

She stood up and gave me a hard look. "I caught two of my boys doing things to each other," she said, "and I set them straight. Or tried to anyway. One of 'em still likes boys."

I thought, "One of my uncles is GAY? I never heard that!!"

She continued. "There's few women around here except kin, so I'll do for you what I did for them." Taking my hand, she said "Come along."

I didn't know where she was going, but I meekly followed. I wasn't ashamed about what happened the night before -- it wasn't my fault. I WAS ashamed, however, that the more I thought about what happened, the more excited it made me.

I didn't realize where she was leading me until we'd actually walked into her bedroom. Closing the door, she started undressing.

"GRANDMA!!" I almost shouted, shocked.

She stopped and looked at me. "You're going to learn how it's 'sposed to be, a man and a woman." She finished undressing and sat on the bed. "Go ahead, get out of those clothes," she commanded.

If it were just me, I'd have refused. My dick, however, said otherwise. Grandma wasn't a beauty queen, but she wasn't bad looking, either. She was overweight, granted, but that moved her normally big tits into the "huge" category . And despite being "Grandma", she wasn't really that old. I did quick math in my head....Grandma had Dad when she was 15, I was born when Dad was 20, and I was 18. That made her around 53.

"Well?" She demanded. "Are you going to take those clothes off or am I going to have to get a switch and make you?"

I was still conflicted, but slowly did what she said. When I shucked my underwear off, my dick sprang out to half-hardness.

She noticed it, and said "Maybe there's some hope for you yet."

She reached out and grabbed my dick, pulling me closer to her. She leaned over, pulled her hair out of the way, and slid her mouth over my dick.

Holy crap, that felt good. Instantly, any feelings of taboo that I was having disappeared and my dick exploded to full hardness. She expertly sucked my cock, the fantastic feeling making me stand on my toes. I was just about to explode in her mouth when she pulled my dick out of her mouth.

"Don't stop!" I said, desperately.

Still holding my dick, she shook her head. "No, you're gonna put your seed where it belongs, in a vagina. I'm not gonna get pregnant at my age, so let's get going."

She moved back onto the bed, pulling me along by my dick. She laid back on the bed, her huge tits rolling off to the sides. "Get on me and start screwin'," she said, "like a man's supposed to do to a woman."

I climbed between her thick legs. My dick was throbbing and needed something to slide into. I lined it up with Grandma's pussy, and shoved myself deep into her. It barely registered that her pussy was wet. This was turning her on, too.

I pounded into her with abandon. She wrapped those thick legs around me, pumping her pussy up to meet my thrusts. In no time, a tickle started somewhere around my knees, rode up my thighs, and caused my balls to explode cum into Grandma's pussy. I cried out in pleasure at the force of my orgasm.

My dick shot load after load into Grandma, and slowly I collapsed on top of her. I lay there, my head nestled between those huge tits, breathing hard, and she stroked my hair. "Now, wasn't that better than anything that two boys can do to each other?" she asked.

I rolled off, laying next to her, slowly catching my breath. My dick was still standing at attention even though I had just cum.

Grandma looked down and saw it. "Well, well," she said. "Seems like once isn't enough for you. We'd better do it again, just to make sure you know how good it can be."

Inwardly, I chuckled at her. The first time would have been enough for any guy, if all she wanted to do was show him how good pussy felt. Grandma, I thought, likes young dick.

Grandma rolled over, and got up onto her hands and knees. "You can make me feel pretty good, too, this way," she said.

I maneuvered around behind her and slid my dick into her again. Her pussy was sopping wet...some, I'm sure, was from me, but most of it was from her.

I started sliding in and out of her, slowly at first but building up the tempo. Reaching around, I grabbed a handful of those large, lush tits and started pounding Grandma's pussy hard. Her head hung down, and I could hear her grunting along with my thrusts. Her pussy felt awesome, and by her actions I think she felt the same way about my dick.

With the stamina of youth, I fucked Grandma for quite a while. I was hard as a rock, but having just cum gave me endurance that I hoped I'd never lose.

"Nggg...uhhhh....ohhhh....Ohhhhh....OHHHHH!" she cried, her pussy convulsing around my dick. It hit her so hard, I thought her pussy was going to wrench my dick off. Her spasms pushed me over the edge, and we were locked together, rocked by the intense shared orgasm.

She collapsed onto the bed, and I rolled off of her. "Whew!" she said breathlessly. "I haven't felt THAT in a long time! Thank you, Jimmy."

I just nodded at her, and laid there catching my breath.

"Grandma," I said later, "you said you taught two of my uncles all about this. Which ones?"

"You don't need to know," she said archly. "I love my family, and I'll do whatever needs to be done to put them on the right path, but I'm not about to advertise it."

She patted me on the chest. "You better go take a shower and get dressed before your dad and Daisy come home. I'm just going to...collect my thoughts for a bit."

As I slowly climbed out of Grandma's bed, she looked up at me. "Jimmy, now if you start feeling like you want to play with boys again, you come see me, you hear?"

As I collected my clothes and walked out the bedroom, I glanced behind me. Grandma was laying on the bed, a sleepy smile on her face.

"You bet, Grandma. I sure will," I said to myself with a grin.