Granddaughters
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Chapter 9: Thursday morning. Anal practice.
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 9: Thursday morning. Anal practice. - 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
After breakfast, my lovely wife had a request.
“Anal practice,” she said. “Since you woke up my desire for anal sex, almost two weeks ago, we’ve only done it a few times, and mostly from behind. I want to practice more positions. I want to try being on top, try it standing up, try it upside-down.”
“Upside down?” I asked. We looked into each other’s eyes and laughed.
“Yeah. It’s practice for you, too. I want you to learn how to drive your cock into my ass in every way, while still being pleasurable for both of us.”
“After some warm-up?” I suggested.
“After lots and lots of warm-up. I’m going to go into the bathroom and get my ass very, very clean. Porn-star clean. Then I’m going to sit in the special chair, and you’re going to eat my pussy to one large orgasm, at the same time you’re pushing lubed toys into my very clean ass. Then, we’re going to start practicing anal sex in every way I can think of.”
“This sounds like a fun morning plan,” I chuckled.
“And ass-to-mouth,” she continued. “Every chance you get, in every position, I want you to move it to my mouth, and we’ll see how deep I can take it comfortably. That’s part of why I’m getting myself clean. I can take a slightly-nasty cock once or twice, and the shame reaction is hot, but if I’m going to be tasting my own ass for a longer time, I want it cleaner.”
“I love how much you’ve thought this out.”
She went off to the bathroom. When I ate her pussy in the special chair, her butthole was indeed squeaky clean. My wife is an expert at giving me prolonged oral sex, but after years of practice, I can also play her pussy like an orchestral instrument. By the time she came, she had a surprisingly fat lubed dildo in her ass, three of my fingers stroking inside her pussy, and her engorged clit rolling around my tongue.
Warm-up completed, it was off to the races. I fucked her ass and her mouth in every room of the house. On hands and knees on the loveseat, bent over the kitchen sink, up on the dining-room table with her legs up in the air, then onto the master bed for a lot more positions. We even practiced reverse cowgirl, a position I’d only ever seen in porn, because it’s good for a camera view but the least romantic.
Aurora lay on the bed and tried bending forward as far as she could, as if she was trying to eat her own pussy, which put her mouth and ass as close together as possible. In that position, between her legs, it only took a second to move from fucking her ass to fucking her mouth. I tried seeing how quickly I could move back and forth, with one deep thrust into each hole.
“It’s just a matter of time,” she said, “before you and Mike are going to double-fuck me, front and back.”
“Do you think he’ll be comfortable with that?” I asked. “I’m fine with it, but as a straight guy, he’ll also need to be OK with being that close to me, during sex.”
“If he’s not, you do have sex magic. You don’t need to bend him bisexual. Just get him completely comfortable with you being close ... like, your cocks in the same woman close, because I’m that woman and I want to get double-fucked.”
“As you wish, darling.”
“So now, I’m going to hold this dildo,” she reached for the bedside, “inside my pussy. It looks around the same size as Mike. I’ll fuck myself with it, and you do my ass.”
I pushed in. “Lovely, darling. The whole sensation of your anal passage is different. It’s squeezing me in a different way, with your pussy stuffed.”
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Slow down. It’s really intense for me too. I’m glad we’re practicing this.”
We practiced for several long minutes, then we rolled her onto her back and tried it that way, her hips rolled upwards, the dildo almost vanishing into her pussy, and myself driving up her ass. I was even able to kiss her and suck her tits in this position.
“You ... feel ... huge ... and so tight ... this way,” she gasped.
“Incredible ... for me too,” I replied. “I’m ... going to come soon.”
“I bet my ass ... is as tight as a teenager. Like Emma’s ass! I bet pretty soon you’ll be driving your cock up her cute little 16-year-old butthole.”
“Jesus, Aurora. Emma’s pussy is already perfect, it’s up to her if and when she wants to do anal with me.”
“I know that! But you must admit, you’re looking forward to it. Coming to you, eager, bending over, inviting you up her young ass.” Aurora reached between her legs and turned the base of the dildo, which caused it to start vibrating.
“Yes...” I gasped, “Oh, fuck, that vibration. Yes, I admit it! I’m looking forward to Emma’s ass.”
“I’m coming,” she announced. “Come with me, sweetie.”
Simultaneous orgasms are tricky, but in our case, knowing our own bodies so well, after a long build-up, one new sensory input, like the buzz of a vibrator, can serve as a trigger. Our orgasms came crashing over both of us, together. It was perfection.
Thursday afternoon. Kissing Sophie.
Later that day, Emma drove Sophie over after school, dropping her off. Emma kissed me, then explained that she’d had shower sex with me, shower sex with Aurora, even shower sex with Jennifer, but she hadn’t had it with her mom yet. So, she was heading home for a date with Susan to do exactly that.
Sophie snacked in our kitchen, then we went to my study. She had questions from her study the night before, and we dug into them. At some point, I mentioned that a work was referring to Dante’s Inferno.
“I’ve heard of that one,” said Sophie. “With the 9 circles of Hell?”
“Yes. It’s part of Dante’s larger work, the Divine Comedy, which was actually written a few hundred years before the 17th century that we’re studying, but Dante’s work was influential for a long time, even in popular culture today. You should try to learn about it.”
“Divine Comedy. Is it funny?”
With great effort, I kept a straight face. “It is not.”
“Comedy meant something different back then?”
“It did. Tragedy was for high-brow works, and Comedy just meant it was less lofty, less serious, and might even have a happy ending. Dante even wrote the Comedy in his native language of Tuscan, which would develop into modern Italian, instead of Latin, as would be expected of a serious work of art back then.”
“Does this Comedy have a happy ending?”
“Kinda. He goes through hell, purgatory, and finally heaven. It’s less of a plot-driven story, more of a travel journal. It’s an allegory, and it’s a religious work that weaves together a whole lot of Christian themes that were popular in medieval Europe. A ton of those themes, by the way, weren’t scriptural, or they were some fantastical imaginings that were poorly supported by scripture. It’s completely loaded with superstition and medieval tradition.”
We tried reading some of the opening of the Inferno in English translation. The short stanzas moved along quickly, but Sophie quickly realized that although she could read the words, the layers of meaning were non-obvious. So, we moved on to reading overviews and summaries, discussing them as we went.
“The second circle of hell is lust,” she observed. “That’s one of the nicer circles. I wonder why?”
“I think it’s because, as Dante saw it, sex involves mutual indulgence, and therefore isn’t completely self-centered. A major part of sex is making the other person feel good. Dante saw it as the least heinous of the sins, and its punishment is the most benign in Hell.”
“Is that what it’s like for you, Grampa?” She turned to smile at me. “When you’re using your crazy sex magic with Mom and my sister? It’s not a sin, because they’re enjoying the sex just as much as you are?”
I chuckled. Sophie had never brought up sex before in our studies, but the connection to the Inferno here was logical.
“It’s true,” I replied, “that it’s really important to me that sex is mutual, that everyone involved is enjoying it and acting of their own free will. If my sex magic made people submit to me sexually, but not enjoy it, I would never use it. Not with my family, and not even with friends or strangers. And yes, if I was religious or believed in an immortal soul, I might take some comfort in thinking that having good, happy, consensual sex might send me to the nicer parts of Hell. The second circle is not that great, though. They still get tossed around by a storm, for eternity.”
Sophie laughed. “How can a soul get tossed around by a storm?”
“Religions with an afterlife are not very logical about that. Some traditions hold that you get another body, after you die.”
“But what body is it? Like, your body when you’re young? If you got in a car crash when you were a kid, would your afterlife body be the crippled one you lived in?”
“Sophie, my darling. This is religious dogma. If you want to use logic with it, you have to work within its axioms, and that’s called theology.”
She smiled. “OK. I’ll leave that alone for now. But Grampa, you said that you want everyone having sex to be acting of their own free will. When you went to Mom, did you ask her if she wanted to have sex with you?”
“Fair enough. I did not explicitly ask. I suggested that she might want to, and I spoke the magic phrase. At that point, she did want to have sex with me, and we proceeded to do so, happily. I think that makes it consensual, although that’s clearly an ex post facto rationalization. It’s a valid philosophical argument. If a rich man suddenly decides that he has no attachment to his money, is stealing from him still wrong?
“But what if you cast a magic spell that made him lose his attachment to money. Does that make it not stealing?”
“That’s a fair point.” I looked at her seriously. “Do you think what I’m doing with you, with our family, is wrong?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I mean, I don’t think incest between grown-ups is wrong. So using a little magic to help people relax their hangups about that, I think is OK. And I’m pretty sure my Mom used to be pretty straight, but having girl sex with Gramma and Emma doesn’t seem wrong either. In fact, I think it’s super sexy.” She paused. “But, do I think it’s sexy because you used your magic phrase on me, to get turned on by watching my family doing it?”
“Maybe. But you’re OK with finding it sexy?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “I guess it’s not a black and white moral question.”
“You notice that I’ve barely used the sex magic with you. That’s exactly because you’re 14. Age of consent laws are there to protect you, because you don’t have enough perspective, enough life experience, enough context to meaningfully consent. There is an inherent power imbalance between young people and adults. An adult asking you for sex is at an unfair advantage. So, laws are there to make it a crime for them to ask you. I’m following that principle. All I’ve done with you is to help you enjoy watching. Nobody is doing anything physical with you.”
She nodded. “That’s actually kinda an issue, Grampa. What if I want to do something physical? Like make out with Emma. Not because of your sex magic. Just because, I see how much she loves making out with you guys, and I think she’s beautiful and sexy. I know she’d do it with me if I asked.”
I shrugged. “Darling, that’s completely up to you and your sister. You’re very close in age. If you talk it over and she says yes, that sounds very consensual to me.”
“Cool.” She thought about it for a while. “And you too, Grampa. I don’t want to have sex with you. But I do want to be closer to you. When I was a kid, I sat in your lap and hugged and kissed you a lot. Then I got older, and people would think it’s weird if I still did that. Which means we’ve kinda drifted apart. If I sat in your lap and kissed you now, would you ... like, be turned on? I don’t want it to be awkward.”
“Sophie, my darling. You can do whatever you feel like. If I get turned on, I’ll tell you, OK? Then you can decide whether to back off, or not. It’s fine with me if you get me all aroused. You will never, ever be expected to do anything about it. It’s all on me. I’m not lifting a finger to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know you won’t. You love me.” She smiled. “I’m just making sure it’s OK if you get uncomfortable in your pants.”
“I’ll deal with my own pants.”
“OK. So, can I kiss you on the lips? No tongue.”
“Yes.” We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. “How about we stop studying for today, go watch a video together, and if you feel like cuddling or kissing me, you can try it then? I know you wanted to watch some Shakespeare adaptation with me.”
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Yes, please.”
We moved to the comfy sofa across from the home theater screen. Shakespeare, being 16-17th century, frequently came up in our historical discussion of the era, and Sophie enjoyed analyzing it and following the references, as much as reading it as drama.
On the sofa, she sat right down next to me. I queued up the 1968 British movie version of the play. I felt the warmth of her body beside mine. She held my hand, and I felt somewhat like I was decades younger, on a teenage date. During the film, she sometimes rested her head on my shoulder. Finally, she put her arm around me, directing my face toward hers, and we kissed.
It was as pure and innocent as any kiss in my life. Our lips were simply together, gently. Face to face, we inhaled each other’s breath. She pulled back for a minute and looked into my eyes. Her face showed tenderness, excitement, apprehension, a hint of desire. Then we were kissing again, longer this time. I put out an arm, and she took it, putting it around her. It was as consensual an embrace as I could imagine.
My cock did not stir. This was connection on another level.
We managed to finish the film, although Sophie eventually decided she liked holding and kissing me more than following every turn of the iambic pentameter.
The film ended, dinnertime approached. Susan drove over to my house to pick up Sophie, who went out to the car. Susan lingered with me in the doorway.
“Shower sex with your older child?” I asked.
“Yes.” She laughed. “It was fucking hot. I mean, sexually, but also Emma really likes the water hot. It was steamy in more ways than one.”
“Sophie kissed me today.”
Susan looked at me, seriously. “Not just a peck on the cheek?”
“On the lips, no tongue. She asked me if she could. We discussed it at length. She seemed to like it.”
“That’s beautiful. My little girl is growing up.” She giggled. “I trust you completely to go at her own pace. My other daughter, however. She’s more than a little precocious.” She shook her head. “After shower sex, Emma and I did a 69 for a long lovely time, then she had the nerve to ask where the lube was, and proceeded to put a big dildo up my ass while she sucked my clit. I came so hard I saw stars.”
I laughed. “That’s our sweet Emma. She’s a prodigy, and she’s in control.”
“She is. Now, Dad. About tomorrow night. I want to help my mom and Mike get together. I’m thinking a grown-up party at Mom’s house. The girls can stay home. All good?”
“All good.” I pulled her to me, and we kissed hotly before she left and drove Sophie home.
Friday Night. Mike and Jennifer.
The next day, Aurora and I arrived at Jennifer’s apartment. Mike and Susan were already there. Jennifer was serving them herbal tea. Everyone was dressed normally. It was like any other family get-together, until we had all kissed our hellos, and sat around the dining table.
“So, tonight is about you,” Susan said to Mike. “My sweet husband. Our lives have been changed by my dad’s sex magic, but there are some things you haven’t tried yet. In particular, I think it’s high time you had sex with my mom.”
“That sounds great to me,” he agreed.
“I’ve always liked you, Mike,” said Jennifer. “From the first time you took Susan on a date. How old were we back then?”
“I was 19,” said Mike.
“And I was 18, and Mom was 38,” said Susan. “Did you ever steal glances at my Mom back then?”
“Lots of times,” laughed Mike. “You’re both beautiful women. Physically, you’re my type, and your mom is too. In the early years of our marriage, with our jobs and our babies, there wasn’t much time for marital sex. So, I was alone with my hand a lot. I fantasized about sex with you, of course, my beautiful sexy wife. But I also fantasized about plenty of other women, including your mom.” He turned to Jennifer. “Especially you.”
“Oh, my.” Jennifer smiled. “I ... think I’m flattered. And I always thought you were sexy, too. I was happy for Susan to have found such a hunk, and such a good husband and father. I always hoped that you were good in the sack, too. But, in those years, Susan and I didn’t really talk about sex much.”
“So obviously, you guys should hook up,” said Susan. “Tonight. And I’m going to join in. Agreed?”
“Yes,” said both Mike and Jennifer, who were staring at each other, in anticipation.
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