index


Message-ID: <27803asstr$976396207@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "E.Z. Riter" <ezriter@pdq.net>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain;
	charset="iso-8859-1"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} {EZ} Grandpa and Me 4 (MC Inc Caution)
Date: Sat,  9 Dec 2000 16:10:07 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in
your location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.
Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the
express, written permission of the copyright holder, except it
may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access,
noncommercial archive sites.

My works can be found at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/E.Z.Riter or at
www.storiesonline.net

Copyright November 2000 by E. Z. Riter.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

Please!        Give me your comments!

Dear Reader, CAUTION.  Remember this is a wild MC tale with many
story codes starting with incest.  My thanks to Morgan for
editing and assistance.  E.Z.


GRANDPA AND ME

Chapter 4

Grandpa didn't bother dressing and neither did I.   As I followed
him out of the bedroom, I looked back at Mom.  She was already
asleep.  My cum was dry on her face and Grandpa's cum between her
legs.  There was a smile on her face.  Damn, she looked good.

"How did you like that?" he asked.

"It was as good as I imagined, but I want to fuck her," I
replied.

"You will in good time," he said.

"Can we talk?  I've got a million questions."

"Start," he said as he plopped down in Dad's old easy chair and
put his feet on the coffee table.

"You're going to get her pregnant?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I want to," he said.

"But why do you want to?"

"Women are different, Rick, as you've probably noticed.  Some
women were made for having babies.  Your mother was so delicious
when she was pregnant with you that I want to see her that way
again.  This time, I'll be the man who enjoys her."

"Grandpa, what does Grandma think of this?"

"She's programmed like I want her to be, which is happy and
supportive.  She's a lot happier than she was earlier in our
marriage."

"Why?"

"Well, that's a long story and we can talk about it some other
time, but she's happy now.  She has her church and community
work, and she's going back to college to get a degree.  She has a
good life."

"Is Grandma programmed to, eh, play around?"

"Your Grandmother didn't need to be programmed for that," he
snapped.  His mouth was tight and his eyes cold.

"Is that why you searched for the formula?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied, but he knew what I meant.

"To keep Grandma home."

He sighed. "It was more than that.  It started about ten years
ago as a project with Dr. Collins, who's a psychiatrist, and Dr.
Beeman, a biologist.  Collins wanted to find something to help
overcome problems from negative behaviors such as drug addiction
or childhood traumas.  We worked on it for years.  When I finally
made the breakthrough, we tested it on a subject Collins picked."

"Was she good looking?" I asked.

"She was a he, a male student who was brilliant, but susceptible
to suggestion.  He was in with a bad crowd and was addicted to
heroin.  The formula worked.  We were all elated.  We tested it
on four other subjects, all with the same results.  Beeman wanted
to publish the results, but I wanted the formula."

Grandpa was lost in his thoughts and I waited impatiently for him
to continue.

"That was thirty days ago," he said.  "I programmed Collins and
Beeman first.  They now believe  the whole project was an abject
failure and they've lost interest in it.  Then I programmed your
grandmother."

"You said you had other women.  Have many have you programmed?"

"Oh, well, there aren't any other women yet.  Not unless you
include Clara Beeman, but she's sixty-six and an old maid. "  He
leered.  "I've got some ideas about a few."

"Me, too.  Lots of them."

"I'll bet you do.  I told you I'd give you the girl of your
dreams for a birthday present.  Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Julie Allison.  She's the hottest girl I've ever met."

"As hot as your mother?"

"They're about even."

"Tell me about her."

"Julie's my age.  She's got a knockout figure, long blonde hair
and huge blue eyes.  She's smart, too.  Smarter than I am, I'd
expect."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Not really, but I wish she were."

"Why don't you ask her to go steady?"

"She's not putting out.  She's teasing me and I need to get laid,
Grandpa."

"How's she teasing you?"

"Letting me kiss her.  Pressing her body against mine.  Sometimes
she lets me play with her breasts, but then she stops me."

"That's normal for a girl her age.  Don't feel put down by it."

"But I want her.  I want to . . . "

Grandpa patted my hand to silence me.  "Tell me about the ones
you are fucking," he said.

"Well, there's Tonya Phillips.  She's in my grade and wild.  I'm
not the only guy doing her.  There's four of us that I know
about.  Then there's Diane and Suzanne Fillmore.  They're seniors
and they fuck anything with a letter sweater.  I could tell you
some gang bang stories about the two of them."

"I'd like to hear about them later.  Is there anyone else?"

"Yeah.  Sheila Tuttle from Western High."

"Oh?  You like her, don't you?"

"Yeah.  How can you tell?"

"The way you said her name.  How did you meet her?"

"We'd played Western High and won.  I'd had to have my ankle
wrapped after the game and I was one of the last ones to leave
the locker room.  I walked around the corner and literally bumped
into her.  I put my arms around her to keep her from falling
down.  I don't know.  I guess it was the way she looked at me.  I
kissed her.  She kissed me.  Old Carl, the equipment manager,
came out of the locker room and saw us.

"`I'll lock up, Carl,' I said.

"He just smiled and nodded.  I took her in the locker room.  She
got of one of the tables and pulled me to her.  She was a virgin,
Grandpa."

"Ah, a real treat," he said.

"I've been with her twice since then.  Her parents are strict and
she can't get away easily."

"And?"

"And what?" I said.

"What's she like?"

"She's sweet and shy, like she'd be embarrassed even looking at a
guy, but . . .  when she looks at me, it's like she can't get
enough of me."

"Humph.  How did she manage to bump into you?"

"She told me she did it intentionally because she wanted to meet
me."

"Sounds like she's got a thing for you," Grandpa said.  "Is she
good looking?"

"Oh, yeah.  It's interesting, Grandpa.  She and Julie both have
blonde hair and blue eyes.  They both have great bodies, but
they're so different."

"How?"

"Julie's a, well, hell.  It's hard to describe.  It's like . . .
if you saw them, you'd know what I mean."

The conversation died because I was thinking about Sheila and
about Julie.  And about Mom.  And some others.  Oh, hell.  You
know.

"Want a soda?" Grandpa asked.

"Please," I said.

I was still thinking about them when he returned.

"Tell me about Julie's family, Rick," Grandpa said as he handed
me my soda.

"She has a mom and a sister.  Her mom's divorced.  She's Mom's,
eh, you know, women's doctor."

"Gynecologist?"

"That's it."

"Well, now that's something.  Is she an obstetrician, too?"

"Huh?" I said.

"Does she deliver babies?"  Grandpa asked.

"Yes, she does.  Why?  Oh."

He didn't answer, but he was thinking about something and
smiling.

"Tell me about the sister," he said.

"Melissa's a freshman in college.  She's as good looking as
Julie, but different.  I don't want her like I want Julie."

"I understand.  I know a lot of attractive women who don't make
me hurt inside like your mother does."

"That's it.  I'd fuck Melissa or Dr. Allison in a heartbeat, but
Julie makes me hurt inside, just like you said."

"Who makes you hurt more, Sheila or Julie?"

"Julie, but Sheila's not too far behind."

Grandpa smiled and closed his eyes.  I waited until he looked at
me again.

"Rick, let me tell you what I'm thinking," he said after a few
minutes.  "I came here for two reasons.  One was to take your
mother.  I've wanted her a lot longer than you have and now I've
got her."

"We've got her," I said hopefully.

"No, Rick.  I'll let you fuck her, but she's mine.  You get
Julie, and maybe some others.  We'll see."

"I can think of some others," I said eagerly.

"We don't want them all."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Don't be disappointed.  Why program the ones who'll fuck you
anyway?  Seducing them's still a lot of fun. No, the ones we
program will be only the choice ones and Julie's family sounds
choice.  If I like them, I'll keep the mother and give you the
sister.  Of course, since you could fuck mine, I could fuck
yours," he said.

"Sure, Grandpa.  A little variety that way."

"Having a houseful of nubile and willing women isn't a bad way to
live."

"Bad?  It's a wet dream," I replied.

"I've got some money saved up.  We'd need a bigger house than
this one."

"The Allisons' have a big house.  There's plenty of room for all
of us."

"I'll want to meet them first.  If I'm going to have my choice of
all the women in the world, I want to make sure I've got one that
makes my dick stand up and shout," he said emphatically.

"Don't worry, Grandpa.  You'll love them."

"What are you two studs talking about?" Mom said sexily as she
padded into the room.

She was naked and looked well fucked.  Her hair was in disarray.
There was cum caked on her and she smelled like sex.  I couldn't
believe this was the woman who wouldn't talk about it just hours
ago.  Hell, I couldn't believe any of this.

She sat in Grandpa's lap, facing him with her legs outside his.
She kissed him hard, pushing him back into the chair.  Grandpa
put his hands on her breasts and squeezed gently, making my palms
itch.  He gently pushed her away.

"Don't think about sex right now, Vicki," he said.

Mom's demeanor changed.  She slipped off his lap to sit beside
him.  Her movements were like they used to be, except she was
naked.

"All right, Karl," she replied, but she sounded disappointed.

I cleared my throat and smiled hopefully at Grandpa.  He gave me
a dirty look.

"Tell me about Dr. Allison," Grandpa said to her.

"Patty?  She's a sweetheart and an excellent doctor. What do you
want to know?"

"Start at the beginning."

"She's forty.  I know because her office staff gave her a
birthday party a few months ago.  She's divorced and has two
daughters, Melissa and Julie."

"Does she have a steady boyfriend?"

"She dates a lot of different men, but I know she doesn't have
anyone special.  Karl, Patty wants to talk to me about Julie and
Rick.  Let me call her.  Maybe we can go over there tonight and
you can meet her."

"Good idea, Vicki," Grandpa said.  "Go call her."

As my naked Mother walked toward the phone, she stopped and
turned toward us.  My cock was killing me because I wanted to
fuck her.

"You know, Karl, she's a beautiful and successful woman."

"Would I like her in bed?" he asked.

Mom's body language changed.  She was thinking about sex again.

"Yes, I think you would, but, Karl . . .  she won't be as good as
I am," she said sultrily as she batted her lashes.

She twitched to the phone.

"That's amazing," I said, referring to Mom's attitude and
actions.

"Yes, she is," Grandpa replied as he watched her.

Mom was back in a moment.

"She said to come right over," Mom reported.  "What should I
wear?"

"A sundress would be nice."

"I don't own one, Karl.  How about a sleeveless blouse and
wraparound skirt?"

"Sounds nice, but no panties."

"No panties?  Oh, you're a naughty boy."

"I'm your naughty boy, sweet pussy, and you're my naughty girl."

"Yes, I am, Karl.  I'm your girl and I want to be as naughty as
you'll let me be."

After Mom left to dress, Grandpa said, "The plan's simple.  When
we get there, we'll grab Dr. Allison and squeeze the formula in
her mouth. Then I'll program her.  After we finish with her, I'll
program the daughters."

"What if Julie's there?" I asked.

"You keep her busy."

"Which means?"

"Which means do whatever you need to do to keep her away from her
mom," Grandpa said.

"Will you program Julie's mom like my Mom?"

"No.  There'll be some changes.  When I program Julie, I'll do it
like I did your Mom except make you her man."

"Grandpa, this is mindboggling."

"It sure is.  I wonder where it'll lead."


To be continued.

Please!  Give me your comments!

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

My works can be found at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/E.Z.Riter or
www.storiesonline.net

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+