Chapter 9

"I know from experience all about how young pussy can go for old cock," Millie's grandfather drawled after the fucking. "But those little chickies from the high school up the street and my own granddaughter are a lot different type of deal, if you know what I mean."

Millie understood. "In other words, Gramps, you want to know how I got it into my head to invite you into my pants, right?"

He nodded, adding, "And don't bullshit me either, young lady. I want the truth. You're not just here for some cock, I know you can get all of that you need without fucking your old granddad."

"Shit, Gramps, I should've known I couldn't fool you," Millie sighed. "Way it turned out, I don't need any reason to come on to you, 'cause, mmmm, you're not getting older, just better. A helluva stud. But, yeah, I was trying to prove something when I showed up here today."

"Then what's it all about? The truth now."

Millie took a deep breath. "Mom. It's because of mom that I was set on fucking you, Gramps."

At the mention of his daughter the old man rolled his eyes. "Your mother has always been a handful. Since she was a girl. Used to drive her poor brother Matt crazy the way she shook her ass at him and flashed her panties. Hell, got to me, too."

"D-did you ever do anything about it, Gramps?" Millie stammered.

Her grandfather chuckled as he dipped into his storehouse of bygone

memories. "When your mama was just about your age," he confessed, "I used to steal those panties she was always showing off. Girls wore those white, cotton ones in those days and ahhh, your mom's pussy could really leave a pair of those smelling like a rose."

"They still do," Millie answered. "Just ask Gary. He was stealing both mom's and my panties. In fact, that's how it all started."

From there, Millie went step by step through the story of how the family had become involved in incest. When she was finished, her grandfather sighed.

"So your mother finally did it, did she? She was always a helluva little flirt at home when she was growing up and after she married your dad, I always wondered if she teased his prick as much as she'd teased mine and Matt's. How about your pop, anyway? Where's he in all this? Looking the other way, or..."

"Dad fucked me," Millie matter-of-factly stated. "Mom set it up behind my back. Then she had daddy pull the plug on me, just cut me off cold. I overheard them talking about it afterwards and she said they'd done it to make me suffer. Before that I thought she and I were a team and when I found out how she's been scheming with dad, all I could think about was getting even somehow."

"You mean like turning your hot, young pussy loose on your mama's poor, old poppa," Millie's grandfather chuckled. "Maybe put the old boy flat on his keyster to give your mama something to worry about for a while."

"It wasn't very nice of me, I guess," Millie sheepishly muttered.

Her grandfather laughed out loud. "Aw, shit, girl, worst I could've done was drop dead while I was fucking you. And you can be damned straight that I'd have died happy."

"Then you're not mad at me for trying to use you, Gramps?"

"Don't hear me complaining, do you, little girl? At my age I'll take my pussy any way I can get it," her grandfather cheerfully assured Millie. "But listen. If you're still interested in getting back at your mom I've got an idea that would really get her spurs all tangled up."

Millie, of course, was intrigued.

"Oh, my God, it's perfect!" she squealed with delight after she'd heard what was on his mind. "Mom'll just be blown away!"

"Just don't sell your mother short, sweetheart. Oh, sure, it'll be fun making her squirm at first and you'll get your revenge, all right. But before it's over, she'll come through it just fine and that's why I'm really doing this. Now that this family's finally starting to amount to something, I'm not gonna let it pass me by."

"Pop?" Betsy Underwood called through the door into the dark cottage, having driven right out after receiving her father's strange phone call. "You in here?"

There was no answer. But Betsy could hear raspy breathing from across the murky room. With deep concern she turned on the light, expecting the worst.

She had anticipated he'd be sprawled on the couch, half dead from a stroke or a heart attack. He'd sounded awful over the phone. But there he was, sitting up, his spine ramrod stiff as he stared straight ahead. His eyes were not only clear, but almost hypnotically so, like two deep blue pools.

Looking right through Betsy as if she weren't there, he muttered, "I should've used a rubber. Even at my age. A man's never too old. And she was so damned young. But it never even crossed my mind I still had it in me to knock up the little girl."

Betsy Underwood reeled with alarm, certain her poor father was hallucinating. She wondered if he'd been drinking. Then her father's eyes suddenly narrowed, focusing on Betsy's face.

"I fucked her," the old man said in a hush. "Right here on this couch. And now..."

"Pop," Betsy tried to soothe, "I don't think you've got anything to worry about. Think you're just upsetting yourself over nothing. You're probably just on edge about something that, well, never happened to begin with."

"So you think I can't get it up anymore, huh?" her father hissed.

"Well, mom has been dead for a long time now, Dad," Betsy said. "I just naturally figured..."

"That frigid old bitch! It was dead for us a long time before she finally made it official. Now she was the one cunt I really couldn't get it up for."

"Daddy," Betsy winced, "please don't talk like this..."

"Aw, it really wasn't your mother's fault. She couldn't help getting old. Just like I can't help liking my pussy young. Sure remember when you started to blossom, Betsy. I had it up for you all the time."

He paused, shifting as he sat. There was a definite bulge at his crotch.

"Damn," he declared now, "I can still get it up for you! You'll always be daddy's little girl, Betsy honey."

"Th-this isn't happening," Betsy gulped to herself.

He stood, bristling with macho strength, making it clear that he was neither drunk nor sick. Indeed, there seemed only one logical explanation for his astounding behavior--he was horny as hell. And, as his stunned daughter lost her grip on the incredible situation, he was also totally in control.

"When you were growing up, little girl, did you ever wonder what it'd be like to fuck your old man?" he boldly asked. "You ever fall asleep at night thinking about daddy's big, hard cock? Maybe play with your hot, little pussy a little about it?"

Betsy Underwood tried to keep her hold on the present, but she uncontrollably slipped back into the past now. Her father had accurately guessed many hidden truths of her girlhood and something hidden within her snapped. Suddenly she was listening in awe to herself as she revealed secrets that had been buried so deeply that they had never consciously surfaced before.

"I was so jealous of mom," she eerily whispered. "That you were fucking her tired, old cunt, Daddy, when mine was so young and hot for you. I tried to tell myself it was Matt I wanted, but now I know that even if he'd fucked me it wouldn't have been enough. It was your cock I really wanted, Daddy, your cock the whole time."

"And?" he said, his hand lowering to unzip his swollen fly.

"I... Daddy, I think I still do," Betsy panted.

Her father pulled it out, ten-plus inches of hard, throbbing prickmeat.

"I know I still do!" Betsy cried.

"Then prove it, little girl," her father prompted. "Suck daddy's cock!"

Betsy didn't need to be asked twice. She felt like a cherry teenager all over again as she knelt before the man of her dreams, her father.

"Or maybe," her father now said, "you want to do more than just suck. Maybe you want me to fuck you in the mouth as hard and deep as I can."

Betsy eagerly nodded. Her father's hips bucked on cue, powering his massive cock down her throat. He didn't stop until she was gagging on his prick.

"Now squeeze my balls, little girl," he called down. "That's it. See how that makes my cock move so your mouth's like a cunt? Just keep it up and daddy's hot cum'll be all yours to drink."

As Betsy rhythmically pumped his balls, it set the tempo for the repeated cock-strokes in her throat. She was, of course, an expert at sucking cock, but giving head to her own father provided a whole new experience for her. All at once she trembled with an unmistakable climax, the first time she'd ever come from just giving a blow-job.

Her father picked up on it right away. "Coming, huh, princess?" he chuckled. "Well, maybe I'd better hurry up and catch up with you."

His crotch bucked with added force, making Betsy lose her balance. When her knees started skidding from beneath her, her father piled on top of her. Her ass thumped and her skull cracked on the floor. But she couldn't cry out, not with her mouth more filled with cock than ever. Her father pinned her down with all his weight, laying on her as his huge prick jack-hammered her throat.