Chapter 4

Bob was jerked back to the present, in the fall, as Val’s warm hand suddenly tightened on his ball sack and as a finger teased his taint. He smiled. She’d learned a few tricks in the last few months for sure. He relaxed his hands around her oily breast as their eyes met. Val spoke first.

“You’re thinking about what I am thinking?” Val said, wondering if they were both thinking the same thoughts now.

“Yes, just thinking of the moment I got into your wet cunt for the first time.” He replied softly, choosing the crassest of words for her pretty pussy.

“Me too. I didn’t tell you this before. I think my not being a virgin allowed me to just enjoy you, to be a full partner. Not that I had a lot of experience at that point back in June,” Val said, coyly, as Bob watched her hand move back to his cock from his balls. “And of course, grandma and my husband just lay back and watched us fuck.”

Bob looked across Val at his other great-granddaughter, Fran, who knelt listening as she moved her oily hands down Val’s arm.

Fran looked at them both with one look. “Oh, Val, you didn’t tell Becca and me this part? Before you just said it happened,” she said in a soft, innocent voice.

Bob knew the girls would talk and assumed Fran would have already gotten the blow-by-blow from her cousin.

“Uncle Bob, why don’t you tell it? I don’t feel like talking much, and you two are doing great, thank you.” Val purred, settling her backside deeper into the firm bed as four hands massaged her body.

Bob thought for a moment, fucking Val while her husband and his daughter watched had been an exciting moment for both. The sex was not complicated by any means; it just happened to be with some nice people he cared about, incestuous that was true.

After ‘cooling’ down the redness of Val’s ass with a few well-placed wet kisses, she had turned on her back, spreading her legs for Bob. She’d reached down for his long, hard cock as she grinned at him. Her black hair framed her face as it lay on the pillow. Again, he remembered being struck by her ‘girl next door’ beauty, high cheekbones, and a welcoming, wide smile, the first time he saw her. He noticed the dimple in her chin as her pink-tipped breasts lay heavy, small twin peaks on her chest. Val’s hand gripped his cock as Bob remembered the couple lying next to them.

Martha and Zack had fallen into an embrace, kissing, using their hands to explore each other. Bob had been solely focused on Val and not paying attention to the other two as he’d kissed Val’s tender ass. Now he saw they had stopped, sitting back against a couple of pillows. Martha, next to Bob, her legs at times had tangled with his as they all played in the middle of the bed. Zack was behind Martha, his hands resting on her breasts as she lay between his legs. One of Zack’s strong hands palmed a breast, working the wide nipple as they watched Val and Bob. Martha reached over, placing a hand on Val’s shoulder.

Bob sat up on his knees, Val wrapped her long legs around his hips as his cock head rested on the wet patch of dark hair between her legs. This was it, the moment they both wanted. Her body pushing forward against his hips told him she wanted it soon. With his cock pressing into her vulva, he leaned down and kissed Val open mouthed as her hands rested against his chest. She opened her mouth to him as her hips pushed up off the bed, seeking him. He broke the kiss, moving down her body as his mouth sought a nipple to suckle. He spent time on both tits, sucking the hard pink nipples into his mouth as their hips battled for position. Finally, he gave in to her demanding hips.

Val’s hand went for his cock, guiding him, he didn’t need help. She was wet and tight. He went slow at first, pushing in as he found her depth as she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. He glanced at Martha. Zack had dropped his hand from her breast to the valley between her legs. They both watched him and Val almost clinically, their faces unreadable to him at that moment as he started his strokes inside Valerie.

Martha’s left hand found Val’s as Bob entered her, and he found his rhythm. He pushed slowly into her tight canal, feeling her warmth as she took him, the walls of her cunt gripping him. Bob felt good, her hips rising to meet his, her hands on his chest letting him know to go fast or slow down. Bob had been building up to this for the last two hours and longer if you counted the last year. But he was going to make this special, memorable.