Bob Prick Van Winkle: Family Date Time
Copyright© 2021 by Pete Fox
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A new story line, with the author Lubrican permission, in the epic Prick Van Winkle twisted fairytale storyverse. Detective Zack, husband to Val, discovers some of the Van Winkle family incestuous secrets. He asks Bob to take care of his new wife Val's needs when he goes off to war but with a few conditions of his own.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Historical Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Grand Parent Spanking Group Sex Swinging Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Illustrated
The warm, slender hand wrapping around his chest, tickling his left nipple, followed by a kiss on his shoulder, brought him back to the present. Bob did not have to take his eyes off Val’s pale ass to know that his other great-granddaughter, Fran, had returned to the bed.
Bob slowed his stroke as his nuts tensed, rubbing his hands over his great granddaughter’s Val’s once slender ass cheeks, a little heavier now, her face buried in the pillow, low moans escaping her lips.
“Did you miss me?” Fran purred playfully from behind him before moving around to his right, where he could see her nude body. At seventeen, she was slender and tallish like her cousin, her curly brown hair fell on her shoulders, breasts smaller than Val’s Ds, firm on her slender young chest.
Truly, she looked like the cover of the March 1970 Playboy. She smiled her crooked, playful grin, meeting his eyes that passed a message of their own as she showed him the gold capped bottle of body lotion that he had asked her to retrieve.
His nuts were tight, Val was pushing back and moaning, and he could feel the ripple in her body as she orgasmed. With one hand still on her ass, he pushed his cock in hard, knowing he was going to shoot as he reached a hand over to touch one of Fran’s delectable breasts, teasing the nipple. Fran playfully pushed her chest forward for him as she placed a hand on her cousin’s sweaty back. That was all it took for him as he shot his load of cum into the pregnant belly of Val.
With both of his hands gripping her ass, he pulled her cheeks apart as he came inside her, her clean anal star tempting him. Bob’s slap was quick, the hit audible, his right hand leaving a mark, his handprint bright red on the white flesh of her ass, a reminder of their shared past.
“Ouch!” The sound escaped her lips as she turned her head, giving him a knowing look, Valerie bit the pillow.
“Love you, Val,” were the words that came out of his mouth, suddenly feeling the need to reassure her that what they were doing was an act of love as much as one of lust.
In a matter of moments, Val collapsed on her left side as his cock came free from a pretty pussy that now dripped with a mixture of semen and juices. She reached out a hand to Fran, who took it in hers as both girls smiled at each other. The sight of the two together would normally have brought his limp cock a little rise, but he was tired. Sweat dripped down his chest from the last hour of exertion with Val and Fran, meaning he just wanted to collapse next to Val, which he slowly did.
Fran and Val were talking quietly as Fran showed her cousin the bottle of Victoria’s Secret Coconut Body Oil. Bob lay on his left side, draping an arm over Val’s pregnant belly just under her heavy breasts.
Val was saying, “ ... I wrote Zack an email ... just needed to tell him how much I miss his cock. After his short phone call, I just needed to tell him that I might be fucking Uncle Bob, he’s still wanted at home, even if it might be weeks before he can read my email,” Val was saying quietly to Fran.
“It’s good you told him,” Seventeen-year-old Fran replied, trying to sound wiser than her age.
“I also kind of promised him a ‘date’ with both of us girls when he gets back...” Val added.
Fran laughed, not agreeing or disagreeing with her cousin.
Bob knew the doctor said Val was about five months along. Her belly round, breasts were heavier and more sensitive, but still a ways to go yet. Her long black hair was a tangled mess, sticking to her damp back and pillow. He ran a hand along the strong muscles of her back, down her spine to her firm, tight ass as the girls talked. Beautiful pale skin, soft to the touch. Leaning in, he found a sweaty spot on her narrow shoulder and kissed her body.
Val didn’t know what she felt; the last orgasm had wrecked her, pushing her over the edge into a place she hadn’t been before sexually. Which was good as she didn’t have to think about the short phone call she had from her husband, Zack just the day before. Zack called, waking her in the middle of the night. At first, the ringing of the phone worried her until she heard his voice at the other end. It was distant and rushed, and he sounded tired but excited. He was alive, and in Afghanistan, the first news anyone had in two months. He called using a reporter’s satellite phone to let her know he was good, some guys had been wounded, but he was okay.
Val, as she became more alert, could hear gunfire and explosions, the sounds of war, in the background as he talked. Zack asked about her and the pregnancy, saying that he loved her before he had to go, telling her to expect a letter soon. Pushing her memory of the conversation away, she pulled Bob’s hand to her breasts as she rolled onto her back, watching Fran open the bottle of body oil.
Val watched as Bob moved to his knees next to her chest, as he cupped his palm to take a splash of oil from Fran. Val moved her right hand to his soft cock as it dangled between his legs just to touch and enjoy the feel of him as she tried to focus again on this moment.
Bob began with Val’s near shoulder, placing his hands together above her breast, gently rubbing the oil into her skin. Fran was doing the same opposite him, her smaller hands taking longer strokes from the shoulder and top of the breast, the oil glistening on Val’s pink skin.
Val turned her head to Bob. “What are you thinking about? You look a bit distant?” she said softly.
Bob answered, his thoughts had gone back to a few months ago to the beginning of summer, “I’ve been thinking about the first date between us with Martha and Zack, how it all led to here,” he said honestly.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” she said, her fascinating violet eyes finding his.
Bob watched Val’s left hand find a spot between Fran’s thighs, a finger playing with the tuft of dark pubic hair, at the same time, with her other hand, she slowly jacked his soft cock, giving him life. She was insatiable, even more so pregnant, always wanting more.
Before he could speak, Fran broke in, “Hey, you two don’t forget I was there, eventually,” she said, giving them both a full, wide white smile as an oily hand moved to Val’s heavy left breast, that to his delight would continue to grow, filling with milk as her pregnancy progressed.
As his hands massaged Val’s breast, smoothing the oil around her wide, sensitive nipple, he noticed that both girls were lost in their thoughts with eyes distant.
“Yes, that turned out to be a wild evening for all of us, one for the Van Winkle Journal for sure,” he said.
Bob let his mind wander back to early summer, just before Zack left for his training mission to Jordan.
“I agree,” said Val. “Me too,” Fran chimed in, a smirk on her young teen face.
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