Culvert Mozart Lane
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 7
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 7 - In this true story a mostly good man does a few horrible things; including infidelity, incest, and murder. Starts with Bruce deciding if he should join the Marines or Army near the start of World War 2. Names of the people involved have been changed for obvious legal and privacy reasons.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual True Story Farming Historical Tear Jerker War Workplace Cheating Sharing Incest Brother Sister Grand Parent Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Smoking Slow Violence
One morning Nora wasn’t feeling well, so I made a breakfast of sliced potatoes and diced summer sausage, fried together. It’s hard to find winter sausage anymore. Since it’s a lot leaner, most people don’t like it much. I didn’t peel the potatoes, so they’d have more minerals. It also saved a lot of time and effort. I guess I didn’t notice a potato that was too green. The main symptom of green potato poisoning is severe diarrhea.
That afternoon I got a phone call from the school, Janelle was sick. Not chills and a cough sick, but very stinky digestive malfunction sick. She was wrapped in a blanket which had a bit of brown filth soaked into it, and her face was red as a radish. She cried too much to speak, until I carried her across the parking lot and set her in my truck.
Between sobs, she blubbered, “Sorry! So sorry, Gramps! I’m so ashamed!”
“It’s okay, Janey. It’s not your fault. We’ll get you home and your gran will help you clean up.” I lit a cigarette and passed her one, partly to cover the awful smell.
She took a deep drag and said, “I pooped myself in class! Everybody heard it and saw my dirty pants! So gross! Everybody hates me, now!” Tears kept streaming from her eyes.
“They might tease you some, but they don’t hate you. It’ll be okay.”
I tried to get her mind off it. “Your aunt Renee says she bought a nice winter coat, but it’s too small for her. You should go see her tomorrow. Maybe it will fit you.”
“Auntie lied about you. She said you’re not my real grampa.”
I was, but needed to lie myself to preserve our big family secret. “I’m not. Your mom’s father, your real grandfather, was my best pal Jake. After he and my first wife Elaine passed away, I married your gran. That means I’m your step-grandfather.”
She nervously asked, “But you still love me, right?”
“Always.” I lightly tapped her nose with a fingertip. “BEEP!”
“Hehehe!”
The night after Janey’s fourteenth birthday party was a big turning point in our lives. Like most other birthdays that fell on a weekend, we invited family and friends over for cake and ice cream at lunch time. Other people gave her a purse, shoes, a belt, and a couple of dresses.
I can count the number of times she ever wore a dress on both hands, with a few fingers left over. She was definitely a tomboy and ‘daddy’s girl’.
I’m glad my gift was her favorite. From the shape of the wrapping paper, it was obviously a long firearm of some sort. Janey picked it up, shook it a little, and jokingly asked, “Is it a puppy?” Everybody chuckled while she unwrapped it. Her smile seemed too big for her face, and a single tear ran down her cheek. I explained, “It’s a Mossberg 25-06 bolt-action rifle, with a mag of five plus one in the chamber. The scope is variable three to nine power. Muzzle velocity is crazy fast, four thousand feet a second (1.3km/sec). It’s powerful enough for deer or bear, and super accurate at long range.”
She hugged it tightly and exclaimed, “AWESOME! Thank you, Gramps! Thanks so much!” She slung it over her shoulder, hugged me, and kissed my cheek.
My second wife Nora rarely drank alcohol but made an exception that night. She told our granddaughter, “You’re not old enough to buy alcohol or drink in public, but you should know what it’s like.” She passed me a cold can of beer, set a glass of red wine in front of Janey, and drank wine with dinner herself.
Later the three of us watched a movie on the sofa with me between them. At the end, Nora got another glass of wine for each of them. She looked in Janey’s eyes and said, “It’s time you to learn the most important things about love and marriage.”
I began to object, “But she’s only...”
“I gave birth at fourteen, she’s old enough. Janelle, there are three big requirements for a happy marriage.”
Our granddaughter guessed, “Love, respect, and communication?”
Nora laughed, then unzipped my pants and corrected her. “Hahaha! Those help a little, but three others are critical. Keep your house clean, keep your man’s belly full, and keep his cock empty.” She yanked my trousers and boxers down, exposing me in front of our granddaughter! “You need to do this for a husband someday, so watch close.”
I asked, “Nora, are you sure...”
She kissed me, then ordered, “Shut up and enjoy.”