Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"Ask Heather. Go wake her up and ask her if she has ever seen me fuck Grandpa Elton. She'll tell you the truth if I tell her to. I'll tell her to answer your questions truthfully, and then I'll walk out and leave you two alone. Ask the question after I'm gone, then ask who was with her watching. She'll tell you it was Grandma Elton. Ask her what Grandma said to her while we were fucking."

"All right, I believe you.

What did she say?"

"I'd rather you heard it from Heather. You won't believe it from me."

"Try me. Come on, Sue, just tell me."

"The whole time we're fucking, your mother is trying to turn Heather on, talking to her like she's still a little girl, saying shit like, 'Your Mommy sure is a nasty woman, isn't she, Heather? Don't you think she has a sexy body?

Do you like seeing Grandpa's big peter. Your Mommy sure likes having Grandpa's big peter in her pussy, huh? That would feel real good if he put that big thing in your little pussy, wouldn't it? He sure has big balls, doesn't he? She especially likes it when those big balls slap her fanny, because that means his peter is in all the way inside her pussy. I'll bet you could get those balls to smack your cute fanny if you tried real hard.

Wouldn't that be nice to have all that peter inside your precious little pussy.

You'd make your Mommy so proud if you could do that.

Do you like to watch your Mommy fuck? She'd love to watch Grandpa fuck you."

"She wouldn't say, fuck, not to a child. I don't think she ever said fuck in her life, and I can't see her saying any of that shit to a child. This is a fantasy, god damnit, and don't tell me it's not."

"I knew it! Go fucking ask Heather!"

"Are you serious, Sue? No bullshit! Don't bullshit me about this!"

"Go ask Heather. If I'm lying, I'll let you pull all my nails out with pliers.

Go ask."

Jack was stunned and combed his fingers through his hair. He looked to her and knew Heather would confirm what she'd just said. Sue looked confident. This was no bluff. He said, "Jesus Christ. You think you know your own mother."

"Shit, you never know your own mother unless she's a swinger and you swing with her. You're the last person she'd show her true self to. She's a horny bitch and a devout voyeur with a fondness for young girls. The last few times Heather watched, she got felt up and fingered all the way through it and the very last time, which was two weeks ago Sunday when Heather and I made the trip to their place, it was a long slow screw on the living room floor. When we were done, they weren't. Heather was naked on your naked mother's lap with a big tittie in her mouth and two granny fingers working in her twat. We laid there watching, got all turned on, and fucked again."

"God damn!"

"After fuck number two, which lasted at least twenty minutes, they still weren't done. Granny was holding Heather upside-down by the hips, munching away at that little beaver. Heather had her legs out in the splits, facing us with her head resting on the cushion between Granny's parted thighs, off in Never-Never Land. An hour later, when we had to head back, I had to put Heather's clothes on her and pull her off your father's dick to do that."

"No shit. Well, I can see Dad getting some if Heather was naked in the same room with him."

"I left them alone with her to get some beer and smokes. When I got back, maybe twenty minutes later, he was massaging her womb with three fingers, talking trash to her about putting some sperm in it for her while your mother was right beside him showing Heather her pussy, up close and personal.

Heather was laid out flat on her back across both laps with her head between your mother's parted legs, and she remained in that position for the whole hour, watching your mother masturbate while getting her holes fingered between several aborted fuck attempts."

"Dad tried to fuck her?"

"Several times with your mother assisting. She did get a few inches of spongy cock stuffed in, but the rest just folded when he pushed. Two fucks in a row is his limit. When I said we had to go, your mother was asking Heather to sniff her pussy for the umpteenth time. Every time your mother had an orgasm or took a break, she wanted Heather to smell it, and to accomplish that, she would roll to her side and cock the top leg so the head and cunt would match up. Heather got her face totally wet from sniffing your mother's pussy."

"Why didn't she lick it?"

"Heather would have but she was only invited to sniff. She may as well have been eating. She had her nose up the hole with her face full in it. She sniffed the fuck out of it for as long as the leg was cocked, and that leg would remain cocked for three to five minutes at a stretch.

It looked like an eat out. Heather used her nose like a tongue, explored every nook and cranny of Granny. She exaggerated the sniffs and made pleasing noises.

Your mother sure enjoyed it.

Heather gave her what she wanted. I just got tired of watching it, to tell you the truth. Your dad couldn't get it up hard enough to fuck her and your mom was content to frig off and get sniffed.

It was time to go."

"What did Heather say about it when you got in the car?"

"Nothing. We never talk about those things, never have. They're just done.

Monday was the first time Heather and I actually discussed this shit. Even then, there wasn't much to discuss. We each knew where the other was coming from; we just had a few wrinkles to iron out."

"Such as?"

"Such as her attitude about physical abuse. That was the chief topic. She was candid and so was I. I told her I would do almost anything to her to amuse Sarah, that I'd make her suffer terribly just to amuse Sarah, that I'd show no pity or mercy whatsoever, that I expected her to take it without begging for mercy, and that if she cried uncle, all sex with her would cease and there'd be no going back. It was all or nothing."

"Christ, Sue, talk about pressure."

"Sorry, but I couldn't have her picking and choosing what was done, and I wanted her to think about the worst case scenario when making her decision. She thinks she's a masochist and swears she'll never cry uncle, and she expects this to get bloody messy with her pussy being used as my ashtray.

I think we're okay to venture into this thing, as ready as we'll ever be, anyway. Now that I have Sarah backed off the blood and searing shit, I can get with Heather on this passing out thing.

Sarah will be a cinch to fool. Heather can suffer a little, ham it up a lot, then pass out. I'll splash ice water on her and work her ass over some more.

Sarah will be thrilled, totally satisfied, and Heather will get a charge out of it. Don't sweat this abuse thing."

"I'll speak with Heather about this in the morning. I don't doubt what you say, I just need to get okay with her for my part. I know you'll look after her when you have her. I also want to hear Heather's side of the story you told, just to get her take on it. I find it fascinating that my folks are child molesters and would molest my child, their grandchild."

"I'll come clean on that score.

They had to. I made it a condition of further sex. They did what they did reluctantly, and this last trip they were warned to stop fucking around and do it right. They tried. Your father couldn't get it hard enough because his heart just wasn't in it, and your mother could not bring herself to order Heather to lick. They enjoyed what they did, but they aren't child molesters at heart.

They feel like child molesters, now, and that's what I was after.

Next time will be better."

"This still doesn't mean they'd like watching their granddaughter being bred to a beast, or stick around while it's done."

"Correction… daughter."

"What are you saying?"

"Heather is your father's daughter.