Grandpa Tom's Cabin
Copyright© 2026 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Alex gets to experience a slice of Rose's home life. Then he, along with Ross and Lynn, get to experience what happens when the Baxters let their hair down for the holidays at Grandpa Tom's retirement palace in the mountains. Lynn learns important lessons about slutting and Rose grows in ways she will only understand later.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports
Lynn learned about ice fishing from Tom. It seemed simple enough but could apparently get you killed if you did it wrong. Matt had done it before quite successfully and Tom said he was born lucky which Matt surprisingly agreed with. Lynn took the short rod when Matt casually handed it to her with a wink. Only when it was in her hand did she feel the tugging. The ratchet wheel winder was smooth and Matt held her and supported her as she wrestled a small lake trout up through the hole he had drilled earlier. It was already half slushed over despite the still air.
“I’d say you must have done this before to hook one that fast,”
Tom was impressed,
“but I guess lake Almer doesn’t freeze over often enough.”
“Almost never,”
Lynn agreed,
“and never thick enough to stand on. Daddy fly fishes on the river bend up from the beef pasture but he seldom catches anything. I’ve had a couple of lessons.”
When Matt had baited another hook and let it down very slowly and they were back to the waiting which formed the bulk of this game, Lynn asked Matt,
“Do you still do much slut training. Jackie says you’re the best.”
“I’d hope she does. She brought her daughter to my lessons. Are you interested in signing up?”
“It would be so nice if I could but I’ve got college in Alm and I can’t afford regular travel to Chareen. I’m a quick study though and very willing. Can you do anything in the time we have?”
“That will depend on a few things but I’ll think on it. Now go and see if you can work your magic on Tom’s rod.”
That made Lynn giggle and all the more so when Matt winked.
She soon had his rod in her hands and his other rod pressed against her as he guided her to her second landing of the day with hands in all the right places. He was old and a bit fat and not an immediately attractive man but he was funny and naughty and appreciated her presence, her body and her willingness to share it. They wandered back with a decent basket of fish after a couple of hours. It was too cold to stay longer. They helped one another undress and Tom asked her,
“Would you take these to mistress Aranella for me?”
Her,
“Yes. Grandpa Tom and thank you for the ice fishing lesson.”
was accompanied by a full body naked hug. Matt’s look said her first lesson had gone well. She skipped off happily to the kitchens with the fish. Fish this fresh had an oddly different smell. Still fishy but not the same as the fish market in Westlake. Mistress Aranella wasn’t there but Thomas the chef appreciated the gift of fish and the twirl she gave him.
...
Alex and Rose walked through the south wing beyond the main kitchen where the staff accommodation was. These rooms weren’t as fancy as the guest rooms in the north wing but practical, comfortable and certainly not cramped or dingy. Right at the end was the gym but Rose didn’t get that far. She halted outside an unmarked door.
“I love that you saw Palloma’s hunger for sex and wanted to satisfy it. It makes me love you all the more. She has fifty minutes before her next shift.”
Rose kissed him then and knocked on the door with her free hand.
“Come in,”
Palloma’s voice called.
“Enjoy.”
With that Rose was off to the gym. Alex watching the swaying arse of his incredible lover even as he opened the door.
“What do you need?”
Palloma asked.
...
A half hour later a relaxed and fuck happy Palloma lay in his arms.
“I took the job because I thought it would be fun to watch rich men bending their trophy wives over the furniture. I always liked watching sex vids but I had no idea how turned on I would get being up close. The smell of arousal, how physical it would be. How much I would want to get involved till it made me drool from both ends and almost unable to speak.”
“These rich people are certainly strange and fun to observe but I couldn’t watch you suffer.”
“Thanks for the mercy fuck.”
“Hardly. You’re prettier than most of the girls I grew up with.”
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