Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk. Author: John P. Dofyle. This is complete fiction. I am not a writer but I tried to organize my thoughts and eliminate incongruities. I know some scenes are slightly implausible, but hey- it’s fiction, right? Comments and constructive critisisms are welcome. The story is including of Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Incest, Older Male / Female, Young theme.

Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 1

Author: John P. Dofyle.

“Grandpa!!!” It was the three voice chorus of my granddaughters as I opened the door. Abby, the middle girl and most expressive of the three, rushed in like a linebacker- hitting me with in the gut with her head and the groin with her chest.

“OOw!” I winced slightly. Bending forward at the blow to my balls. “Hi, Abby it’s nice to see YOU too!” And I hugged her anyway.

“Abby!” My daughter Becky admonished. “What did I tell you about boy’s testicles?”

“I know…. ‘They’re delicate… and you have to watch out what you do’…” She recited sheepishly.

“What do you say to Grandpa?” Becky demanded.

“Sorry, Grandpa…” as she reached up and cupped my balls as if to rub the pain out of them.

“ABIGAIL!! You don’t touch people’s genitals, either!!” She scolded. “Don’t you listen to anything I say? Now go stand in the corner ‘til Grandpa says you can come out!!” Abby grumbled, took off her jacket and slunk off to the all-to-familiar corner.

Rachel, the oldest, and Sarah came together and gave me a “double-hug”, said “Hi, Grandpa” and they each kissed me and took off their jackets.

“Sorry, Dad, that girl is so impulsive. I don’t know what to do… I hope you’re ok”

“Oh, it’s OK- just a bump- just enough to remind me that balls ARE “delicate” as you put it…” And cupped them myself.

“So here are their towels and swim suits- you DID remember their swim lessons were today at one, right?”

“OH, yeah, right, Of course I remembered!” I lied, giving her a wink.

“That’s what I thought!” She smiled. “So I’ll be back at the usual time to get them. Try to limit the junk food. Do you even HAVE nutritious food besides the milk that they rave about? I swear, I have bought goat’s milk at the store and they hardly touch it. They say “it doesn’t taste ANYTHING like Grandpa’s milk””

“Like I said it’s probably because my goats are free range and well treated”

I was born in 1968 and raised on goat’s milk on our family farm. And ever since I bought my “acreage” when I retired at 40 I have always had goats to satisfy my love of fresh goat’s milk.

Becky gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “See you around 6 on Sunday. Try not to spoil them TOO much…”

“Bye, girls. You behave yourselves and do what Grandpa says.” Becky squatted down and Sarah, already naked, ran up to her, threw her arms around her neck and gave a big hug. Rachel, down only to her panties, came over, kissed her mom and hugged Becky’s face to her bare puffy bosom.

“My, those are bigger every week! I don’t think I had boobs, er, I mean, BREASTS, like that ‘til I was 12.” She had been trying not to use slang words for such private parts in efforts to teach her daughters proper terms. Rachel looked down, thrust her shoulders back, smiled and said, “Yeah, I know. They’re gonna be HUGE like Moms! They’re gonna be bigger than Roxy’s!” I had to agree, her mom’s rack WAS ‘huge’. The last I had known was when I took her shopping for a bra at 16. We had to get a 34DD and she now has 3 kids…

“Come here…” Becky said to Abby. She, still dressed, came over with her arms crossed over her chest and gave her mother a kiss and a long hug.

“TRY to be good, stay out of trouble and obey your Grandfather, OK?”

“Yeess, Mom…” as she peeled off her t-shirt. Her chest, although not starting to swell, showed enlarging nipples. The pants, panties, and socks came off in one clean movement. She was facing away from me so I got a flash of her wet vulva and her sweet vaginal aroma taunted me.

As a baby, she was an habitual masturbator- not unlike many babies just discovering their bodies. But she never really grew out of it. When she discovered the various ‘holes’ in her body she stuck anything and everything into them. Peas in the nose; beans in the ears; crayons in the anus and/or vagina. Lately she developed a love of carrots…

A couple years earlier after many doctor visits for concern of vaginitis, she was diagnosed with precocious excessive vaginal lubrication. Prescription: panty liners- changed frequently! Nothing else, short of surgery, could be done.

“And dad, make sure they wear shoes outside tearing through the woods. It’s bad enough they get scratches and scrapes all over their bodies, I don’t need cut feet or broken toes. And make sure they get sunscreen. They get sun on more parts when they’re here.”

“Well that’s what happens to us naturists- we keep the sunscreen makers in business!” I said. “So, we’ll see you on Sunday. don’t work too hard. love you. ‘bye” I gave her a hug before she headed out the door.

My wife and I were raised by naturists and raised our four children as naturists. There was a club that we were long time members with that owned a recreational ranch nearby that the locals called “The Nudist colony” with notable disgust. On occasion the club was able to rent the local swimming pool privately for club activities- usually family swims.

Otherwise our nudity was practiced mostly at home. And now, retired, with means to purchase ‘the acreage’ I am able to enjoy the outdoors naturally on my own property without offending the “ignorant others” of society. Indeed, many have enjoyed my refuge. Becky, my oldest daughter, was trying to continue the tradition with her girls. Up until this week nudity in their home wasn’t discouraged but not the ‘norm’ and Becky was trying to get them used to it before taking them to the club. Becky and her husband were divorced so they stopped getting regular ‘exposure’ to a naked man in their life.

“Line up for your pictures.” Since about the age of 4 (when I could get them to stand still long enough) I took pictures of them to document their growth and development. “OK, you guys, off to the bidet!” I reminded.

Off they thundered with arguing shouts of “Me first” “No, me” “You went first last week!” In a naturist home anal tidiness is a must (for obvious reasons…) so most of us have bidets- even here in North America. These three monsters loved it mostly for the novelty- although they did seem to take longer and longer to “go pee”….

After much chatter and giggling they all emerged with huge grins and pink vulvas from the hot water and towel rubbing. “Is it time to milk Mildred and Gertrude?” They asked, almost simultaneously, and they all burst out in laughter.

Laughing myself, I said, “Yes, Sarah, get the bucket. Abby, get the udder cream and Rachel can bring the disinfectant and the rag.” I headed out the back door toward the goat pen and the giggling gang rushed past me with their supplies. I watched their jiggling little bubble butts run down the trail. “Come on Grandpa, we’re gonna BEAT you!”

“Oh, no you’re not!” I yelled as I broke into a half-hearted jog to chase them. With that they all screamed in mock fear and sprinted the rest of the way.

As I finished jogging the rest of the way to meet them Rachel looked down at me and with a huge grin turned and whispered something to her sisters. They then turned, staring at my genitals and they all burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny, you bunch of comedians!”

“Your junk, er, I mean, your genitals look funny when you run.” Said Rachel. She obviously had a good grasp of both slang and proper terms for body parts.

“They DO, do they!?” I said looking down at my slightly fluffed penis and fully distended scrotum.

“OK, smarty-pants, check THIS out!” I teased as I spread my legs, bent my knees and started doing some hip-thrusts (a la Miley Cyrus) which sent my ‘junk’ swinging; slapping my butt and belly alternately. This caught them totally by surprize as their eyes widened, hands went to the mouth and they roared with laughter.

Suddenly Sarah got serious and stepped forward and said, “Stop that, Grandpa! You’re gonna hurt your test-ticklers!” And she reached out with both small hands and gently held one in each hand. Then, realizing what she was doing, she suddenly dropped them and stepped back. “Sorry, Grampa, for touching your test-ticklers…” Remembering her mother’s admonition to Abby.

“Hey, baby girl, it’s OK if you touch Grandpa’s genitals! Your mom said not to touch people’s genitals but she means don’t touch them without their permission.” I said squatting down to her eye level.

“Oh. OK”

“And they are testicles, not test-ticklers, silly girl!” And she smiled.

So I stood up, pointed at my balls and quizzed her “But the testicles are INSIDE this sack, aren’t they?” She nodded yes while staring at them. “So what is the sack called?”

“Oh, I know” “I know” her older siblings chimed in.

“Don’t tell me!” Sarah yelled not wanting to be upstaged by her sisters, again.

“It’s called the srotulum, right?”

Abby couldn’t resist, “No, dummy, it’s a SCRO-TUM.” She walked up, empowered by my invitation and asked, “May I touch your scrotum, Grandpa?” as she grabbed my balls.

“I was here first!” demanded Sarah and she pushed her hands away.

“Hey, hey! First of all don’t call your sister a ‘dummy’ and second I think you can share- there ARE two testicles, after all.”

“Then may I touch your penis, Grandpa?” asked Rachel as she squeezed her way between her sisters. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around it, not waiting for permission.

“Your penis small and funny looking.”

“Well, thanks a lot!”

“Sorry, it’s just smaller than Dad’s and yours doesn’t have a hoodie.”

“Yeah,” agreed Abby, giggling. “Dad’s penis head has a hoodie over it- most of the time. He can slide it back and pop the head out. Your penis looks like it has a turtle-neck shirt on!” The other two giggled in agreement.

“Well,” I explained, “First of all the ‘head’ of the penis is called the ‘glans’. That’s ‘glans’ with no ‘d’ on the end.”

“And the hoodie, as you call it, is normal and it is called a ‘foreskin’. When baby boys are born lots of parents like to have the doctor cut off the foreskin because of tradition or because the foreskin is hard to keep clean.”

“And this is where the pee comes out.” Declared Sarah after a detailed inspection. “It looks like a mouth!” she said using her fingers to open and close the urethra. They all giggled at this thought.

“What’s his name, Grampa?”

“Who- my penis? ‘He’ doesn’t have a name! It’s just my penis, silly!”

“No, I think he’s cute! And he should have a name!”

“I think I’ll name him Herman! How do you like that, Hermie?” now addressing my penis. She spoke in a high, squeaky voice, “I like my new name.” as she manipulated his ‘mouth’. “Thank you very much, Sarah.” They all giggled some more.

“All right, enough playing with my ‘junk’. Let’s get those goats milked before their udders burst!” I needed a diversion as I could feel “Hermie” starting to enjoy all the attention. I didn’t feel like explaining THAT to them right now! They all turned to the gate and the task at hand but Rachel turned back, glanced at my fluffed-but-not-erect penis and smiled and winked.

I grabbed a couple buckets of grain and Mildred and Gertrude came over- they knew the routine.

“Would her udder really pop Grampa?” asked Sarah apparently disturbed by a mental vision of what I had described.

“No, dear, they wouldn’t pop. But it would really start and hurt for Mildred and Gertrude because their udders are used to being emptied every day.”

I had the girls stand back as I milked Mildred as she was the younger of the two and still a little skittish with visitors.

“OK, let’s see what good farmers you are and show me how you milk Gertrude.”

Rachel took the rag and disinfectant and carefully cleaned and dried each teat. Sarah was watching intently.

“Give the rag to Sarah and show her how to do that, too.” She tentatively started cleaning a teat. “Don’t be afraid. Just grab it and clean it. You won’t hurt her!”

After cleaning, Rachel and Abby approached Gertrude on either side and each grabbed two teats and started milking. Their technique wasn’t perfect but better than last time and they were getting milk. After Rachel got a good flow going I told her to let Sarah try. She fumbled with one teat, then the other getting minimal squirts of milk. Gertrude started fidgeting, indicating she had just about had enough fooling around.

“Very good, you guys! I’ll make milk maids out of you yet!”

“Let me take over and finish her off.” I finished milking Gertrude and got another pint out of her. “OK, put some cream on so she doesn’t get sore.”

We put away the grain buckets and headed out the gate toward the house.

“Soooo what shall we have for lunch today?” I asked as if I didn’t already know the answer.

“Grilled cheese sandwiches!!” they yelled in chorus. Sarah, walking along beside me said, “Come on, Hermie, we’re gonna have grilled cheese sandwiches!” She reached up and held onto my penis as we walked to the house.

In the kitchen the older two poured the milk into bottles and put it in the ‘fridge as I started preparing lunch. Sarah continued to hang onto her new friend, ‘Hermie’ impeding my movements. “OK I know you love Hermie (I couldn’t believe I was actually referring to my penis as a person- with a name, no less!)

But I can’t make lunch with you in my way. How about you let go of Hermie ‘til after lunch and you can help me and Hermie make lunch?”

“Yay” she said and grabbing my penis with both hands to manipulate the ‘mouth’ said, “Do you want to help make lunch with me, Hermie?” And in a squeaky voice she replied, “Yes, Sarah, that will be FUN!” while making the ‘mouth’ move.

“OK, silly girl, get the butter, cheese and milk out of the ‘fridge and I’ll get the skillet.” She went to the ‘fridge and got out the butter, brought it over to me and again addressed my penis, “See, Hermie, this is butter, its yummy!” and handed it to me. And then came the cheese, “This is cheese, Hermie, its yummy!” Then the same thing with the milk. Her sisters sat at the table watching, waiting for lunch, smiling at their little sister’s antics.

“OK, Pour some milk for each of us.” I said while buttering bread. I was intent on the chore of buttering and slicing cheese as Sarah served a glass of milk to her sisters and placed two on the table for she and me.

“And here’s some milk for Hermie!” I felt my penis go cold as she dunked it in a cold glass of milk.

“Sarah! What are you doing??” I asked, incredulously. Her sisters laughed.

“Hermie’s thirsty, too…”

“But he’s- it’s- my penis and now it is soaked in goat’s milk!”

“Sorry, Grampa…” So she solved the problem by lowering the glass and popping my penis into her mouth and sucking the milk off of it like she might do with one of her own fingers.

“Sarah…” I backed away and my penis popped back out with a ‘sluurrp’.

Abby’s eyes just about popped out and Rachel just screwed up her face and said, “EEEUUUWWW, Sarah, that’s gross!”

“I thought you wanted me to get the milk off of him…” she said innocently.

“Well we could use a washcloth…” I said and she started to cry.

“It’s OK, Sarah, you just did what you though was right…”

“But Rachel said it was ‘gross’!”

“Well I guess it looks gross because that’s where my pee- urine- comes out. But since I always keep my penis clean it’s not really that gross.” I picked her up and gave her a big hug. She put her head on my shoulder, wrapped her arms around my neck and clamped her legs around my waist; her crotch hot and moist on my belly.

Once the tears subsided I said, “Down you go, pumpkin, let Grandpa finish making lunch.” She released her arms and legs and I eased my grip and let her slide down to a standing position on the floor.

“Hey,” she smiled, cupping her vulva with both hands. “Hermie kissed my vulva!”

“Oh, sorry, honey. That was accidental. Did he-I-hurt you?” I turned to finish the sandwiches.

“No, it was a nice kiss.”

“Thank you for the kiss, Hermie.” She said to my penis and she gave it a peck on the glans.

Another “Eww” came from both sisters and Sarah just turned to them, stuck out her tongue and said, ”You’re just jealous!”

“Alright, you guys, that’s enough. Here’s your lunch you bunch of spoiled brats!”

“Thank you, Grandpa.” They said in unison. At least they were polite spoiled brats…

When they finished lunch I got them into their little sun-dresses and packed up their bikini’s and towels and goggles. I slipped on a T-shirt and shorts- opting to go ‘commando’. I herded the giggling trio out to the car and slipped into the driver’s seat. I turned around to supervise the seating and belt-buckling. With big grins they piled into the car and as Sarah took the center seat I discovered the reason for the commotion- her bald pussy flashed at me from under her dress! As the other two settled in they were a little more blatant and spread their knees to give me a better view. “We saw you going “commando” so we decided to, too!” stated Rachel.

“OK you little nudists! Just keep your dresses down. I wouldn’t want anybody arrested for ‘flashing’…”

We got to the pool and I headed to the men’s change room with Sarah and told the other two to meet us at the pool. “Can we come with you and Sarah?” asked Abby discovering an opportunity to see more cocks. “OK,” I said “Just don’t stare at genitals- you’ll make the boys embarrassed. And be ready to be stared AT- boys don’t get to see naked girls very often.”

“Goody!” she said excitedly. As soon as we got in the door Abby pulled her dress up over her head, grinning, looking for boys. It didn’t take long as the place was busy with summer swim lessons. Abby just basked in the attention as we walked to an empty locker. “I have to go pee…” she said as she started to wander off casually looking for more ‘admirers’. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back and handed her the bag. “Dressed first, pee later! You little pussy flasher!”

The other two slipped off their dresses and got stares from everyone- including the dad’s. One dad even stood dumfounded at the sight of Rachel with his mouth open and fondling his huge cock. The girls were fascinated with its size as it seemed to be 6 inches and flaccid. “No staring, girls!” I whispered to remind them. “But his wien- his penis is humungus!” Sarah whispered back. They got their bikini’s on, whispering and giggling together trying not to watch the man stuff his monster into his tighty-whitey’s.

“Does anyone have to pee?” I asked as I herded them to the showers. Nobody answered. “OK, everybody has to pee before swim lessons but I’ll show you a fast and easy way to do it at the pool.” So I squatted down and whispered to them, “It’s not nice to pee in the pool, so when you have to pee, instead of going all the way to the toilet and taking off your swimsuit, just go have a shower! When the water is running down your legs just let your pee go with it! Then just go back swimming!”

“Cool…” admired Rachel. The other two smiled. “Let’s try it now!” suggested Abby as they all ran and each turned on a shower. They grinned knowingly as men and boys walked by oblivious to what they were doing. Sarah looked down to watch as she invisibly released her urine inside her already wet bikini.

“Done?” I asked.

“Done! Yup! I’m good” they replied. “You’re so cool, Grandpa, you know lotsa neat things!” Abby said smiling proudly.

After swimming lessons I walked with them back to the boys showers. All three stripped down upon entering and handed me their swimsuits. “Remember- no staring…” I whispered. I stood to one side and watched and waited for them to shower. I could tell by the look on their faces that they were peeing, too. Abby’s pee started to squirt out the front of her vulva and she clasped a hand over it and looked over to me wide-eyed.

Nobody else seemed to notice even though they all seemed to be enjoying the show. Only a few of the boys showered nude and the girls got an eyeful. One boy’s pecker went stiff at the sight of Rachel and he quickly covered himself and left. Everybody seemed to be having extra-long showers for some reason… Fathers started yelling at sons to go get dressed.

I told the girls to get out and handed them towels. Swim trunks started sliding off and a few more boners popped out as we walked to the locker. As I helped the girls dry off the dad across from us scanned their flawless female forms, dwelling on their little puffy vulvas and Rachel’s enlarged nipples. His penis was ¾ erect before he noticed and with a red face turned his back to us and finished dressing.

The girls slipped on their sun dresses. They were all slightly different styles of backless dresses with a bib of sorts to cover the front. Rachel’s was almost too small for her as it barely hid her blossoming tits. In fact, if you looked at her from the side or above you could see those little beauties perfectly.

I took them for ice cream before heading home. Before going in I reminded them about keeping their pussy’s covered as I had gotten flashed again in the car. We got our order and sat down. Rachel looked down at her chest, pulling at her dress. “Grandpa,” she whispered, distressed, “I think my tits are showing. Everybody’s looking at them…”

I looked down at her chest. “Well, your dress is a little small… and you have beautiful tits… You can’t really blame them!” I teased. “Graandpaa!” she whined. “I thought you were proud of your breasts, and you want to have huge breasts like your Mom.” “Yeah, that would be so cool..” obviously imagining herself with her Mom’s rack.

“Well, you’d better get used to having people staring at your boobs!” She looked back down at them thoughtfully and then put her shoulders back and pushed out her chest and smiled, eating her ice cream. This just caused her nipples to peek out the sides of her dress top and draw more attention.

We got home and I said, “You girls can do the dishes-without fighting- I’m tired so I’m going to go have a nap for about an hour. I want you to stay in the house. Rachel, you’re in charge. You can go to the rec’ room and play Nintendo or watch TV. If I’m not up in an hour come wake me and we’ll go for a swim. Abby, make sure you wipe your seat when you get up.”

She spread her legs and looked down at her sopping little vulva.

“Oh darn, I wish it would stop…”

“I’ll give you something after my nap to help you with that.” I promised.

I walked to my room as they chattered about wet vulva’s, pussies- or boys call them cunts- Roxy’s has hair on it-eww- I’ll wash you can dry…

I vaguely remember the sound of the TV before I crashed into my power-nap. I woke the sound of three whispering voices.

“Hi, Grandpa, it’s been an hour so we came to wake you up.” Rachel said matter-of-factly to my uncovered groin. Just then I realized my penis was in a full blown erection and they were all staring at it wide-eyed. “Oh, shoot.” I thought to myself. As naturists this is bound to happen. I just was hoping for later rather than sooner as I know there will be a million questions leading to “the sex talk”.

“What did you do to Hermie? He’s HUGE!!” exclaimed Sarah at the sight of her disfigured new friend.

“Is that what boys call a “boner”, Grandpa?” asked Rachel. She seemed to already have a grasp on some of this ‘sex stuff’ albeit probably hearsay from peers.

“Can I touch it?” asked Abby as she grabbed it- her fingers not quite wrapping around it. “Wow, it’s stiff and hot!”

“Oh my, sorry about that girls, I didn’t mean to…”

“How do you make it DO that, Grandpa?” Abby interrupted as she rubbed down, back up to the glans and gave it a squeeze.

“Don’t DO that, you’re hurting Hermie…” said Sarah

“Boys at school say they ‘pop boners’ all the time and they don’t know why.” Rachel said as she reached out to grab it, too. “I’ve just never seen a ‘real’ one. It’s sooo cool, Grandpa!”

“Well, I’m glad I could contribute to your education, Rachel.” I said sarcastically.

“Roxy says guys pop a boner when they look at a sexy girl…”

“You mean Hermie LIKES to get huge?” asked Sarah, looking confused.

“So- tell your little sisters about “boners” Rachel…” I suggested.

“Well, in sex ed class we learned about boy parts and girl parts. And girls start to make tiny eggs in their tummies. And boys start to make tiny little seeds called ‘sperms’. And when the sperm gets into the egg a baby starts to grow. And when it’s born it comes out the vagina.”

“But they never told us how the sperms got into the tummy where the egg is. So Roxy said that’s why boys get boners-so they can poke it into a girl’s vagina and put the sperms in her tummy!” By this time her sisters each had a hand between their legs fingering their vaginas while staring at my slowly softening, but still ‘huge’ hard-on.

“No way, Rachel, would THAT fit in my vagina!” said wide-eyed Abby, the indisputable expert on what will fit in a vagina!

“Well, that’s pretty close, Rachel.” I said. “And when you’re older your vagina gets bigger. THAT-” pointing to my penis “Will fit –er-I mean, when you get married your husband’s will fit into your vagina and it feels good.”

They stood there dumbfounded.

“So why do-did- you have a boner, Grandpa?” asked Abby, noticing the continued shrinkage.

“Well, your body needs oxygen that you breathe into your lungs and the oxygen goes into your blood to your body. When the penis needs extra oxygen it fills up with blood- like a balloon- and gets hard- like it has a bone in it. That’s how it got the slang term, ‘boner’. The proper term is “erection”.

“E-reck-shun” they repeated.

“But if you want to put your sperm in a girl’s tummy how do you make your wiener-I mean-penis into an ‘e-reck-shun’?”

“Well, Roxy’s right about that, too. Looking at a sexy girl can help cause an erection. Or smelling a sexy girl; or touching…” With that I sat up and scooped them all together in a big hug.

“….Or hugging three sexy girls!! –Oh, no! I’m getting an erection!” I teased.

They all screamed in mock panic and ran, giggling, from the room.

That incident seemed to be the turning point in our relationships. After that they seemed to be always staring at my cock- looking for signs of an erection. Or they would find games or create circumstances that would put themselves in contact; or just close proximity to my cock to cause an erection. It almost seemed like a competition… hmm, imagine that, three sisters competing. THAT’S never happened before…

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