Granddaughters
Copyright© 2025 by Puppy
Chapter 10: Saturday. Pancakes. Discussion.
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Saturday. Pancakes. Discussion. - An mc-ish incest story, within three generations of a family. It's loving and consent-focused, as much as consent is meaningful in a story with magical persuasion. It's still fundamentally stroke, but with a bit more depth and character development than is typical for that genre.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Mind Control Fiction Incest Mother Sister Father Daughter Grand Parent DomSub Light Bond Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial
The following morning, Aurora and I were invited over to Susan’s house for breakfast and a whole-family meeting.
This time, even Jennifer was there. In the past, Jennifer and I would have politely remained distant from each other. Now, I went right up to her, grabbed her butt, and drew her mouth to mine for a deep kiss. She giggled and swooned at my touch. Aurora also kissed Jennifer the same way and got the same reaction. We did the same thing with Susan, and with Emma. Sophie sat shyly, waving at me as we saw each other. Mike was in the kitchen, finally emerging with a huge tray of fresh pancakes that he set on the large dining table, which was big enough for all seven of us to sit around it, talking and eating.
“OK,” said Mike, after the pancakes were mostly gone. “You called this meeting, sweetheart?”
“I did,” said Susan. “First of all, is everybody in this room completely OK with an honest discussion of sex? Especially you, Sophie?”
“I totally am,” said Sophie. “I mean, I’ve watched pretty much everyone having sex with each other. I think I’m OK to talk about it.” She laughed.
“Everyone, except your Dad,” said Susan, “and that’s exactly what I want to talk about today. You, Mike, haven’t seen Emma having all the crazy sex with the rest of us.”
“I haven’t even seen her naked,” confirmed Mike. “Uh, I think it’s because it might be ... awkward?”
“How would it be awkward, Dad?” asked Emma. “I’m serious. Would ... seeing me as a sexual person be difficult for you? Then we should talk about it. I love you Dad. I don’t want you to feel weird.”
“I totally get that you’re a sexual person,” said Mike. “I heard when you started having sex with your boyfriend. And now you’re having sex with your grandfather, and that seems crazy, but I’ve never seen you more happy.”
“And sex with Mom,” giggled Emma. “And Aurora. And Gramma.”
“Yes, I know. Jesus.” Mike shook his head. “I just don’t think I’m ready to ... do anything with you, Emma. And if I watch you naked and having sex, I might have some ... thoughts about you. Thoughts that I think I shouldn’t act on.”
“You’re not opposed to daddy-daughter sex, absolutely, right?” asked Susan. “You’ve seen how amazing it is for my Dad and me. It might be that same kind of wonderful for you and Emma.”
“Susan, you and your Dad are totally adults,” objected Mike. “Emma is still, in a few ways, a child. She lives with us. She’s still in high school. She has to follow our rules, the rules that we make for her, as her parents. That’s not an equal relationship.”
“Is it because I’m 16, Dad?” asked Emma. “If I was 18 and a legal adult, and didn’t live in the same house with you, would you be OK with having sex with me?”
Mike sighed. “I ... don’t even think I should say yes to that question. Because you’re still 16.”
“Mike,” I said. “I think I understand what you’re saying. You want anything that happens to be 100% consensual, especially with your girls. You love them, you don’t want them taken advantage of in any way, even slightly, not by you, and not by anyone. And if you feel that anything that happens between an adult and a non-adult can’t ever be 100% consensual, then, you and Emma can’t be together.”
“Yeah. I think that’s it,” agreed Mike.
“Let me say something about that,” interjected Aurora. “It’s something I’ve studied, in sociology. Mike, I would never tell you how to feel, or how to relate to your own family. But I will say that adulthood is not black and white. Different cultures draw the line in different ways. The law about adulthood at 18 is somewhat arbitrary. That said, there is a danger in acting like an age of consent is completely subjective. Some irresponsible man could use subjectivity to rationalize what he’s doing with an underage girl. One man’s opinion is not very good, by itself, clouded by desire and self-interest.” She paused and looked around the table. “Does this make sense so far?”
“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” said Mike. “So maybe I should listen to what other people say?”
“Probably, yes,” continued Aurora. “I might suggest, for something like this, which is subjective but important to get right, it would make sense to get the opinion of the people it affects the most, namely your family. Emma, your own opinion of becoming physically intimate with your father is positive, right?”
“Totally,” confirmed Emma. “I care about Dad’s feelings and I don’t want him to do anything he’s uncomfortable with. But I am seriously looking forward to having sex with him. In my own opinion, however that counts, I’m ready.”
“I understand that,” said Mike. “Susan?”
“My sweet husband. The fact that you’re even worrying about this is part of why I love you, and why you’re such a great father. There are ways in which Emma is still growing up. In some ways she is totally 16. But when it comes to decisions affecting her own body and who to have sex with, she’s as mature as someone in their early 20s. Which is to say, still a little young and possibly foolish, but grown up enough to be trusted with her own decisions.”
Mike looked around the table. “Jennifer?”
“From what I’ve seen and experienced, Susan is right,” said Jennifer. “My granddaughter is ready to have sex with anyone she sees fit. Not every 16-year-old is, but Emma is.”
Mike looked at me. “Peter? I assume you think it’s OK, since you went ahead and started having sex with her.”
I nodded. “That’s true, but as a father myself, I do understand how you feel. It’s one thing to accept that your daughter is grown up enough to have sex, and quite another thing to do it yourself. Yes, I could probably just use my sex magic to get you and Emma fucking, but I respect you too much to do that, if you’re entirely against it. So, I’m also taking the whole family’s opinion into account.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that,” said Mike. “Sophie, this also affects you to some degree. Do you have an opinion?”
“OMG. Dad.” Sophie giggled. “Of course I want to watch you and Emma fuck. But, I guess the sex magic made me think that. So what matters more is, what Mom said. Emma’s grown up enough. If she wants to do it with you, it’s OK.”
“I can tell you, Dad,” said Emma, “Even if you and I start having sex, I’m still your daughter. I still have to obey the house rules and listen to you, or I get in trouble. Even if you and I have sex like two adults, it doesn’t mean I’m expecting to be treated like an adult in every other way. You can still tell me when I can’t drive my car to a party. You can send me to my room for being mean to my sister.”
“Not that she’s been that mean to me in a long time,” said Sophie.
“OK.” Mike paused, looking around the table at everyone, then smiled. “I think I understand now. You’re right, Emma. It wasn’t that I thought you were too young for this. I was scared of how it would change our relationship, that I wouldn’t really be your Dad anymore. And I love being your Dad.”
“If it helps,” offered Susan, “Even though Emma and I are having sex now, I’m still 100% her Mom. For things that aren’t sex, she’s the same teenager who needs love, guidance and direction. We’re still her parents.”
“OK,” said Mike. “OK. I’ve heard everyone, and I agree. But ... maybe Emma and I don’t just jump into having sex? Maybe we could try being a little more intimate. Baby steps?”
“What, Dad?” giggled Emma. “You mean I’m not just going to crawl onto this table naked right now, with all the pancakes and dishes, covered in maple syrup, and let you fuck me with everyone watching?”
Mike laughed, and we all joined in. “Um, yeah. That’s not how I want this to start!”
“OK, then,” said Susan. “Mike, why don’t we go to our bedroom, just you and me and Emma. And Peter, just in case someone freaks out and needs his sex magic. No fucking. Just baby steps?”
“That sounds OK,” agreed Mike.
“Yay!” said Sophie. “So cool.”
“I think it will go well,” said Jennifer. “My first time with my daughter and granddaughter was magical.”
“In more ways than one,” I said quietly, smiling.
Emma stood up from the table. “Mom? Dad? Grampa? Let’s go.”
Emma and Her Parents.
In the master bedroom, Susan and I sat on one side of the bed. On the other side, Mike sat down with Emma. They turned toward each other. Fully clothed, they held hands and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Dad,” began Emma.
“And I love you, Emma Cordelia. With all my heart.”
“You really haven’t seen me naked, Dad?”
“Not since you were a flat-chested girl in elementary school.”
“I want you to see me.” Emma let go of his hands to pull her T-shirt over her head and unsnap her bra. “See? Not flat-chested anymore.”
His eyes were transfixed on Emma’s breasts. “Oh, darling. You are so beautiful.”
“Your shirt too, Dad. I’ve seen you in just shorts before, but I love your muscles.”
Mike unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, then they held hands again.
“Can we kiss, Dad?” asked Emma quietly.
“I want to kiss you,” he said, “but I’m scared of making the first move. I don’t want this to be about what I want.”
“Oh, Dad.” Emma sighed. “You are so sweet. It’s what I want too. You are what I want.”
With that, Emma scooted forward, brought her face directly up to Mike, and kissed him, softly, on the lips.
On the other side of the bed, Susan scooted closer to me. We looked each other in the eyes and held hands. I knew she was remembering, just two weeks before, our first real kiss, with her sitting half-naked in my lap. Then we looked back across the bed.
Mike and Emma were close, her nipples just barely touching his wide, strong chest. His hands were holding Emma gently. Her hands came up around her father’s head and pulled him deeper into the kiss, making it absolutely clear that she wanted him. After he accepted the kiss, she moved her hands down, taking his arms, and leading his hands to her breasts.
Emma pulled back from the kiss for a moment. “It’s OK to touch my tits, Dad. We’re making out. Boys like to play with them.”
Mike ran his hands over Emma, softly. “Your tits are wonderful, darling.”
“I’m super turned on by you, Dad. I hope you can let yourself be turned on by me, too?”
“Oh, darling. I don’t have a choice about it. My erection is like a steel pole in my pants.”
Emma giggled. “Let me see.” She reached for Mike’s lap, unbuttoned and unzipped him, exposing a tremendous bulge in his boxer shorts. “Oh, wow. Um, Dad, you’ll have to stand up to take off your pants.”
“Promise me, we’re not going to fuck.” Mike stood up.
“We’re not going to fuck. I just want to see you naked.”
“OK, darling.” Mike dropped his pants and shorts, then quickly sat back down.
“Beautiful cock, Dad,” said Emma, staring, then she reached down and wrapped her hand around it.
“Ohmigod, Emma, you’re touching me,” he gasped.
“Yes I am, Dad. Can we kiss some more?”
Mike moved forward, and Emma kissed him eagerly. Slowly, her hand moved up and down on his cock. This went on for a few lovely minutes. Soon, Mike was playing with Emma’s nipples.
On the other side of the bed, Susan was beside herself with excitement, watching her husband and daughter’s first sexual touches. She reached for my hand, leading it under her skirt and into her panties. I got the idea, pressing my fingers into her very wet pussy.
“I ... I might lose control,” said Mike, between kisses.
“Not yet, Dad,” giggled Emma. “You haven’t even seen me naked yet.” She released him, standing by the bed, un-snapping her skirt, which fell away. “Do you want to pull my panties off?”
“I do,” he gasped, pulling her toward him. This put her breasts at the right height for him to kiss, which he proceeded to do, while pulling her panties over her hips and down her legs.
“Feel my pussy, Dad,” commanded Emma.
Mike tentatively ran one hand up Emma’s thighs and pressed against her pudenda. His hand gently wiggled, one finger slipping into her cleft.
“You’re wet, darling,” he said.
“That’s because I’m incredibly turned on by you, Daddy.”
“You haven’t called me Daddy since you were 4.”
Emma giggled. “I might start again. Do you know what you’re supposed to do now, Daddy?”
“What am I supposed to do, pumpkin?”
“OMG. You haven’t called me pumpkin since I was 4.” Emma giggled. “OK, Daddy. You’re supposed to lick my pussy now and make me come.” She wiggled away from his touch, moved to the bed, and spread her legs.
“You absolutely need to do that,” said Susan, her voice ragged with lust. Under her skirt, her clit was rolling around my fingers.
“It’s the right thing to do,” I said.
“OK.” He looked over at us, then back to Emma’s wide-spread legs. “Can I start by just touching you, pumpkin?”
“Of course, Daddy.”
He crawled toward her, kissed each nipple, then moved up to kiss her mouth while his fingers moved to her pussy, gently caressing. Emma moaned happily. Mike seemed content to just linger, kissing and touching, but Emma was eager. She pushed on his shoulders, directing him downwards. Mike chuckled at her, then moved down and found a comfortable way to lie between Emma’s thighs. He came face to face with her pussy, and paused, staring at it as if transfixed. Slowly, he ran a finger around her outer labia, tenderly, exploring, feeling how it moved under his touch.
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