Grandpa Tom's Cabin
Copyright© 2026 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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 had passed her final test of Matt’s truncated course, wobbling into his room in the small hours covered from head to toe in dessert cream, cum, piss, saliva and puke. Her own, Molly’s and Dan’s. She was walking funny and leaking from both ends.
“What do you want to do now?”
He whispered, climbing out of bed and standing with his nearly erect phallus bobbing ten inches out of his groin.
Lynn’s graceful knee bend and first class, near silent, blow job were the perfect response. Fifteen minutes later he came on her tired, happy, face before picking her up and heading for the shower. She had proven that she understood and that she willingly accepted.
“No one but Molly has ever come so far, so fast,”
He told her, to her obvious delight, before hosing her down with his piss. It genuinely left her cleaner.
If Lynn’s body had been capable of another orgasm, she would have had her first touchless one, under Matt’s golden shower, that night. It wasn’t but she went to her room and offered herself to Ross anyway and loved him so fiercely for understanding, that she would have cried, if she wasn’t so deliriously happy and so close to sleep.
There were no formal parties outside of every elongated group meal. Life at the cabin was one long rolling day/night, indoor/outdoor, public/private, catered/homecooked, orgy. Alex would make his way down the corridor from his room past a couple fucking against the wall. Stop in at a bathroom to take a leak, over Rose and Lynn already in a sixty nine in a puddle on the floor and walk on, after drying his feet on the way out, to find Palloma between shifts for a lover approved illicit fuck in a kitchen store cupboard.
Then further to join Dan in the gym where Marissa would likely instruct him on which exercise to focus on to improve some weakness of his body or his sexual technique.
That level of sexual action early in the morning was unusual though. Things usually built slowly through the day as bodies were stroked and kissed and cuddled, nipples were rubbed and pussies diddled and licked, cocks handled and balls cradled, backs stroked and food and saliva exchanged until cries of
“Fuck me,”
and polite requests to,
“Suck me till I explode,”
where heard throughout the house.
In between the sex Alex and Ross talked to Matt for hours about Harring. Sometimes with Rose or Lynn laid across their laps. Sometimes with Rose and Lynn and even Marissa cradling their partners heads. Marissa seldom joined in the discussions but Rose was as politically minded and interested as Matt.
There were ice fishing trips with Tom and when he carried a rifle on one of them, due to reports of a bear in the area, Lynn asked to take a look. It quickly became obvious that she knew her way around guns, as she rapidly unloaded and reloaded it, checking the rifle mechanism and handling it confidently and safely.
“All household’s in Packerton have guns,”
she said when a surprised Grandpa Tom asked,
“Do you shoot?”
“I’m not a bad shot. My Daddy is better of course. He’s a captain in the militia now on merit and long service. Mostly for his shooting record.”
Tom pointed out where there were targets beyond the lake. Nothing but head height humps in the snow now.
Lynn sighted and asked,
“Do you mark from here or on the shore?”
“Just over there on the shore,”
Tom pointed out the place.
“You can have a go if you like. The fish aren’t biting today anyway so you aren’t going to scare anything off except the bear. If there is one. Watch the recoil though. I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”
Lynn nodded.
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