"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.
"Yeah," the old man with the hard-on of a teenager rasped, "time for me to come now, too. Hope you're thirsty for daddy's jizz!"
Then he grunted and shot his wad. It was a creamy flood but his daughter sucked it down as fast as it gushed from his prick. What she didn't swallow slobbered down her chin and trickled from her nostrils. It was probably more jizz than any prick had ever given Betsy, but, best of all, it was her daddy's jizz.
"Well, now let's take a look at you," Betsy's father said when his balls were drained. "Every man thinks his daughter is the prettiest girl in the world, but after he's fucked her mouth she really ought to outdo herself and give him the biggest, sweetest smile he's ever seen."
And, sure enough, when his sucked cock pulled away, Betsy flashed a sticky grin. She didn't need to be told she was beautiful in this state because she knew it full well for herself.
"Am I really as beautiful as I feel, Daddy?" she asked.
"Look young and sexy enough to be your own daughter," the old man chuckled.
At the suggestion of Millie, Betsy suddenly lost her grip on her carefree smile. She couldn't help wondering if her father meant something special by bringing Millie up, or if it was just coincidence. But once it had crossed her mind, Betsy had to know for sure.
"Well," she haltingly said in response to her father's remark, "I, uh, don't know about that. Millie's such an attractive girl."
After she'd said this, Betsy knew there was definitely something in the air. The tension she now felt was electric, as her father paused to lock his eyes with hers before answering.
"M-Millie's such an attractive girl," a stammering Betsy repeated. Then, borrowing her father's words, added, "So young… and sexy."
"I know," the old man quietly stated, saying more with his piercing stare than with words.
Overwhelmed by what she chillingly suspected, Betsy gulped, "Y-you mean?"
Her father nodded.
"You fucked her, didn't you, Daddy?" Betsy whimpered. "Fucked Millie. Your own granddaughter. That's who you were talking about when I first got here, wasn't it?"
Her father laughed, but gently. "I lied some, too, though. At least the little girl doesn't have an old man's baby growing in her belly. When I started fucking young pussy again after your mother died, I treated myself to one of those operations so I only shoot blanks."
"Then why did you tell me such a terrible thing?" Betsy croaked.
"Had to get your attention somehow on the subject of fucking," her smirking father explained. "Wasn't something that'd pop up between us unless I made you listen up. And I couldn't just come right out and tell you first thing off how I fucked little Millie. You'd have had a heart attack, called the cops, hit me over the head, something. Had to draw you out to start with."
"And then fuck me," Betsy sighed, realizing how thoroughly she'd been set up.
"Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself, darlin'. I haven't fucked you yet," father reminded daughter. "'Course I will just as sure as the two of us are in this room."
"Why?" Betsy hissed. "So you can run and tell Millie what a horny old fool her mother is after the way you two cooked this up?"
"Well, from what I hear," the old man answered in measured tones, "this isn't the only thing that's been cooked up in this family lately that left somebody feeling like a fool."
"You're talking about Millie, aren't you?" Betsy gulped. "About her and her dad."
"Yep, she told me her side of the story so why don't you tell me yours, and maybe we car, sort all this out. You've always been sort of a bitch, Betsy, just like that husband of yours has always been sort of an asshole. But not bad enough for you to put Bud up to fucking the business out of his own little girl without having some decent reason for leaving her out on the limb afterward like you did."
Betsy sheepishly hung her head. "God, now I really do feel like a fool. Poor Millie. I didn't know she'd take it that hard when I got Bud to fuck her. Thought it was really all for her own good and it was all supposed to turn out swell in the end."
"I'm listening."
"Next week's Millie's birthday," Betsy said, seeking her father's understanding. "Bud and I thought that if we put her a little on edge, it'd make the party we've got planned for her a wonderful surprise."
"Any special kinds of doings at this party of yours?"
Betsy took a deep breath then blurted, "An orgy, Daddy. A family orgy! Everybody sucking and fucking together, with Millie the guest of honor."
"A family orgy, huh? Everybody sucking and fucking? Funny, but I don't rightly recall getting my invite."
"Oh, Daddy, how could I know you were such a stud?" Betsy defended herself.
"You know it now."
"If you're not there sucking and fucking with the rest of us at Millie's surprise party, I'll absolutely never forgive you!" Betsy declared. "But, don't you see? You've got to help us keep Millie from finding out about the party if we're going to bring it off. You can't tell her or it'll ruin everything."
"And if I tell you that it's no dice?" the old man asked, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Then, just as sure as the two of us are in this room," Betsy saucily replied, "you won't get to fuck me now."
The old man broke into a grin, chuckling, "Mmmm, tell me more. Show me, too."
Betsy immediately started stripping. Quickly she was down to her bra and panties. Then, unhooking the former, she let her tits fall loose. The aroused nipples resembled ripe strawberries.
"Now for these," Betsy then purred, running her fingertips over her glossy panties. "I know you used to steal them when I was growing up, just like Matt did. I used to finger-fuck my little pussy right through them so they'd be nice and stinky for whichever one of you got to them first. Even pee in them sometimes when I played with myself too hard."
"I knew you were hot," the old man sighed. "I should've had the balls to fuck you then. If only it hadn't been for your damned mother, I would've too."
"I'll make it worth the wait, Daddy," Betsy, promised. "All you have to do is give me your word about Millie."
There was instant agreement, so Betsy went to the couch. Reclining there, she slipped the panties down her sleek thighs and long, slender legs. Next she tossed them toward her father. He caught them, sniffed them first, then rubbed his cock and balls with them.
"Drop the panties now, Daddy," Betsy, abruptly told him. "They're only a substitute for what you couldn't have as long as mom was alive. But at last it's time for the real thing."
That said, Betsy hooked one leg over the backrest of the couch. The other one dangled onto the floor, spreading her hairy cunt wide open. It was, by coincidence, exactly the same pose Millie had struck when she'd been here just the day before.
"Guess I've waited my whole life to fuck this pussy," the old man panted.
But he looked anything but his age. His wrinkles seemed to fade, his muscles flexed. Most of all, though, his cock advertised that he'd tapped the fountain of youth.
"Oh, even Gary doesn't get a hard-on like that for me," Betsy said. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my cunt with that beautiful, big… young… cock!"
Widening her target even more invitingly, she fingered her pussylips so they stretched to where her spread thighs joined her crotch. Pussyjuice trickled from the glistening center of her yawning pussy into the split of her ass.
Betsy's father was temporarily speechless with desire. Holding onto his jutting prick, he seemed to let himself be pulled forward by the sheer momentum of the straining prick. And then he eased down on top of his daughter, rubbing his cockhead against her stiff clit before taking the plunge.
"Yes, Daddy, put it in now. Fill my cunt up to your balls with every inch of your cockmeat."
Betsy's father did just that. Then she wrapped her legs around him and moved beneath him with her hips and ass. From there it was poetry in motion, fucking as a masterpiece.
"It's never been any better than this for me, Daddy," Betsy declared, coming nonstop now, "and it never will. No matter how old she is, no girl is really a woman until she's been fucked by her own father."
"And no man ever gets so old that his cock can't get hard for his little girl's pussy."
"Would you rather fuck me than Millie?" Betsy asked, fishing for all the praise she could get.
"Let me put it this way. Millie's just you all over again, sweetheart," her father answered. "She wouldn't be here if she hadn't come out of your cunt so that makes you responsible for the two best pieces of ass there ever were."
"But what if you had to choose between us?"
"I don't," the old man laughed. "You forgetting that surprise birthday party?"
Then he put Betsy's anxiety to rest by unleashing the storehouse of cum that had built up in his balls. The instant she felt that same scalding jizz in her cunt which had originally given her life, all Betsy cared about was being her father's daughter.