Grandpa Tom's Cabin
Copyright© 2026 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
“It has been such a great holiday. Do we really go home tomorrow.”
“Yes or you’ll miss your train back to Alm,”
Marissa said. She and Rose lay together in a bath tub, warm, wet and relaxed.
“One more night,”
Rose said.
“He will not come to you. You must go to him.”
Marissa, as ever, cut straight to the point.
“Why not?”
“We get weaker and you get stronger. Matt can no longer fuck you as he wants to. As he believes you deserve.”
“What nonsense. He’s still the greatest lover I have ever known or will know.”
“Of course he is but if you want him to know that you will have to go to him and show him.”
“You are right of course Marissa. I will but next time I come home I will expect him to fuck me senseless from the moment I walk in the door.”
“I do not think he will change. He is a man. His love for you exceeds his capacity to express it.”
“As if mine doesn’t.”
“We are different. We find other ways. For a man the fucking is more important. You know how he analyses everything, counts everything, sees ahead. You are the same. Maybe he thinks Lynn will be the last slut he trains. Maybe he counts the number of times left he will get to feel you come. Such things are bound to make him sad but he is a man so he will think them anyway and say nothing.”
“I know.”
They rolled and rubbed together and leaked some more. Absolutely soaked in one another, mouths funky with piss and squirt, wet hair running diluted juices across their joined faces.
“Alex will come to me yes.”
“Yes Aunty. He will come to you and I will go to Matt and when I have told him off privately we will come to you and have a lovely foursome love making session where all the come will be sprayed over you the way you like and everyone will piss as freely as we are now.”
“We will make special times while we can. I will not hold these things in.”
With that Marissa unloaded. A steady river of vomit poured from her into Rose’s mouth and out again into the three inches of warm water and piss. When the flood subsided Rose swallowed and with a belly grumble as she worked her muscles just right, she heaved up a lesser but substantial flood. She cupped Marissa’s chin and opened her mouth wide to pour it into her Aunty’s mouth. Marissa took every drop before returning about half of it atop Rose’s head. For a while the only sound was the piss whizzing out of Rose’s pussy against Marissa’s hip and the slurp slurp of tongues pushing piss and vomit from mouth to mouth. They conversed in tap. What they had to say couldn’t be said in words anyway.
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Last night had been wonderful. Rose and Alex had made love with Matt and Marissa. Alex had seen Matt take her, where no one else could and he and Marissa had come, together, ecstatically, watching it. Rose felt utterly loved and knew it was true. Afterwards while she and Marissa were joyfully sucking one another and Alex was doing his best to caress both of them at the same time, Matt had retrieved a small plain dark metal case.
“I want you to try this on and if it fits, you should have it. Only four were ever made and there are only three now.”
Rose took the box. She was cuddled in Alex’s lap where he was drooling on her as she had asked him to. It was a thing she was into at these special times. Marissa understood though and was helping. Her tits were getting wonderfully wet and frothy with saliva. Rose opened the visibly seamless and unmarked clamshell case. It looked like it was made to be next to indestructible. The space inside was tiny compared to the outside and was filled by a plain thick, dark grey, ring.
“If this is what I think it is, you cannot give me this. I assumed she still had it.”
“What is it?”
Alex asked and made a tingling cool run of saliva from her shoulder to her right nipple. He was good at this game.
“It’s a ring that belongs to a great lady. Someone who once helped to save the world. A ring of power as strange and magical as the old stories.”
“Try it on,”
Marissa said and started blowing spit bubbles in her cleavage. To see a sixty something year old woman blowing two inch spit bubbles and delicately attaching them to Rose’s perfect skin was so remarkable, Alex was distracted from the ring itself and didn’t get to say the flood of things about the danger of putting on magic rings that came into his head before Rose had already done it.
“I thought so. Your fingers are just a bit more delicate than your mother’s. It fits perfectly.”
Rose held up the middle finger of her left hand and stared at the flawless dark silver circle.
“It has already found my other tab and put it to sleep.”
Rose had her bangle on. At home she’d have left it by the door but here she wore it all the time as she did at college. Marissa hadn’t made eyes at her about it tonight when they made love. Now she knew why.
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