All The Way Home

Part 1

‟For chrissakes, Charlie, quit making such a racket,” Poppy yelled at the six year old chocolate Labrador Retriever barking loudly at the front door. ‟You're making more noise than the damned thunder.”

He wasn't moving as quickly as he used to before ruining his right leg in the car crash that killed his wife, son and daughter-in-law, so the bell rang a third time before he reached the front door. He pulled it open and simply stared in disbelief. His twenty five year old granddaughter, whom he had not seen since the funeral five years before, stood on the porch with two young kids, the remnants of the pouring rain dripping from their bare heads and soaked clothing.

‟Hi, Poppy,” Amy smiled weakly, looking particularly bedraggled with one arm over each of the young kids' shoulders, holding them tightly. ‟Can we come in?”

For a moment, he just continued staring at them, not knowing what to say. An especially bright flash of lightning, immediately followed by a window rattling peal of thunder, broke him from his stupor. He pulled the door open and stepped aside as they quickly entered.

‟What...what are you doing here?” he finally managed to mumble.

Amy and the kids shook the rain water from their clothes and matted hair while Charlie pranced around them, happily sniffing and looking for pets. Rather than answer, Amy stepped forward to give him a tight hug, feeling his limp cock pressing against her belly. When she moved back a little, he could see her pink pierced nipples pressing out through her thin water soaked shirt.

‟I...we...need your help, Poppy,” she finally managed to whimper on the verge of tears. ‟I don't have anywhere else to turn.”

As she spoke, the little girl stepped to her side, her eyes wide as saucers since they were at the same level as Poppy's crotch...and his fully exposed six and a half inch uncut cock and low dangling balls.

‟Wow, Poppy, your thingy is a lot bigger than Caleb's,” eight year old Britt exclaimed excitedly.

‟Hush, honey, it's not polite to say such things,” Amy told both kids before turning back to her grandfather. ‟I didn't tell them that you are a nudist since I wasn't sure how to explain it in a way they would understand.”

‟Well, I guess they understand now,” Poppy said to her gruffly. ‟At least get them and yourself out of those wet clothes and then we can talk. I suppose you want something to eat too.”

With that, Poppy turned to the kitchen while Amy took her kids to the only bathroom in the house to change their clothes.

‟Do we have to walk around with no clothes on too, Mommy?” Britt asked as Amy stripped the soaked clothing from her eight year old daughter.

‟No, honey, that isn't necessary unless you don't want to wear any,” Amy explained to the little girl, feeling her own pussy twitch as she dried the soft skin of Britt's ass and inner thighs leading to her daughter's tight smooth pussy. ‟Poppy doesn't like to wear clothes and this is his house, so he can do as he pleases. We are guests, so we're not required to do the same.”

‟Can I go naked if I want to then?” Caleb asked, pulling down his underwear so his perpetually hard three inch uncut cock stood straight out from his body. ‟I think it feels good.”

‟It might be a good idea to ask Poppy first,” Amy told her nine year old son, feeling a stronger twitch when she dried his cock and balls. ‟If he doesn't mind, I don't either.”

Caleb let out a whoop of delight and bolted from the bathroom without putting anything on. Amy watched his tight ass sway as he ran toward the kitchen before stripping herself. She removed her wet clothes and stood in front of the mirror gently fondling her slightly sagging baseball sized tits with pink areolas. The silver bar in each erect nipple, as well as the ring piecing the hood of her clit, glistened faintly in the strong light.

‟Are you going to go naked too, Mommy?” Britt asked as she sat on the toilet watching her mother.

‟I'm not sure, honey, but not yet,” Amy told her young daughter as she slipped a silky robe over her shoulders and loosely tied the belt. ‟Let's go see what Poppy has to say.”

Amy took Britt's hand to walk to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway, somewhat amazed at the scene there. Caleb sat on the countertop talking and gesturing animatedly with his three inch cock sticking straight out. Poppy cooked pancakes and bacon, laughing at whatever the nine year old was saying, his own uncut cock halfway hard. They both stopped and stared when they noticed Amy and Britt in the doorway.

‟Come in, come in,” Poppy waved them forward with the spatula before turning back to his cooking, ‟your little guy here is quite the storyteller.”

‟Poppy said he was fine with me, or any of us, not wearing any clothes,” Caleb announced as Amy approached him, ‟and told me he wants to take some pictures tomorrow if it was OK with you.”

‟I take it that means you're letting us spend the night, at least,” Amy said softly, stepping next to her son and placing her hand on his thigh less than an inch from the boy's stiff dick.

‟I can hardly throw these kids, or even you, out in the middle of the night in the pouring rain,” Poppy responded, his eyes falling on her hand on Caleb's leg. ‟Besides, I figure I owe you at least a chance to explain why you're here and what you want from me. Anyway, find the plates in the cupboard and set the table, the bacon's almost ready.”

Amy smiled wanly and unconsciously licked her lips seeing her grandfather's cock twitch when she gently squeezed Caleb's thigh, using all of her willpower to keep from taking her son's dick into her hand...and mouth...right then and there.

The meal went quickly with the kids telling Poppy all about their school and friends. Amy mostly kept quiet, not wanting to insert any negativity into what she found to be a surprisingly happy situation. Before they finished, Britt and Caleb were both yawning.

‟There's only the one bedroom now, since I turned the other into an office” Poppy told her as they cleared the table. ‟I suppose the bed is big enough for the three of you or else one of you can sleep on the couch. I need to get some work done so let's just wait until morning to talk.”

They followed him down the hall until he turned left into the office, with the second bedroom the next room along the hall. Amy stripped Britt and herself and climbed into the bed, with each of her kids on either side of her. Britt placed a hand on Amy's right nipple while Caleb put his down between her legs, his finger splitting her pussy lips, as they both drifted off to sleep.

She lay awake a few more minutes, trying to make sense of her grandfather's dramatic change of heart. When she reached down, Caleb's finger rested right on her clit. She pressed her son's hand down harder, rubbing his limp fingers around her large nub until she had to stifle a moan with the back of her other hand as a body quaking orgasm rippled through her.

•••••

Poppy sat almost completely still at his desk, the only motion his hand slowly stroking his now rigid cock. He could hear Amy and her kids' muffled conversation as they prepared for bed through the thin walls of the old farmhouse.

He waited patiently, convinced there was more to come, especially after the way his granddaughter so blatantly touched her son's leg right in front of him. The first drops of precum bubbled to the head of his cock when he heard the way her breathing changed. He easily pictured the way she was touching herself, bringing herself to an orgasm in the bed right next to her two young kids. He leaned forward to listen more closely, imagining one or both of those kids were the ones touching her, using their hands or even their mouths on her. His own dick was ready to explode when he heard her gasp, suppressing the moan that marked her climax.

The first spurt of his own sperm shot almost to his chin. When he finished, he smeared his cum on to the skin of his chest and belly and began to plot how he could bring his granddaughter, and especially those two prepubescent kids, under his dominion while she thought it was entirely her own idea.

•••••

Amy awoke with a start with the dim predawn light filtering into the room, taking a moment to remember where she was. When she turned her head to see both of her kids still asleep next to her, she felt Caleb's hand still lodged between her legs. The musky scent of her sex filled her nose and she remembered using Caleb's limp hand to masturbate the night before. Reaching down, she found her unkempt pussy hair, the insides of her thighs and Caleb's hand coated with her dried pussy juices.

When she moved her hips slightly, Caleb's hand dragged across her clit again, sending a shiver through her body. She held him there, humping her hips up gently against her son's fingers until the all too familiar feeling of a building climax again radiated from her cunt. Caleb's eyes opened as she pushed his hand against her dripping pussy even harder.

‟Make me feel good, honey,” she whispered hoarsely into his ear, ‟use your fingers the way you know Mommy likes.”

Her nine year old son grinned and began rubbing his fingers up and down in her warm wet pussy slit. Amy bit her lip to keep from moaning while fondling his hard little dick and tight ball sac. His body stiffened and he pushed three fingers into her dripping, wanting entry.

‟Oh yes, baby, like that...just like...that,” she croaked between pants, gently squeezing his cock and balls, ‟you know how to make Mommy feel so, so good.”

Caleb grinned happily, scrambling to his knees next to her as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her increasingly wet cunt. She wiggled her hips, the sign he knew meant she wanted him to put even more of his hand inside her. Her next moan was loud enough to wake Britt.

‟Mommy wants to feel good,” Caleb told his eight year old sister as his entire hand vanished into their mother's cunt. ‟Come help me and then we can make each other feel good too.”

Britt didn't hesitate, having done pretty much the same thing many times before. She got on her knees opposite her brother and grinned down at her writhing mother.

‟Do you want me to use my fingers or my mouth, Mommy?” she asked casually, as Amy brushed a hand over her daughter's soft ass.

‟Your mouth, baby...oh god...yes...use your...mouth,” Amy stammered, her thighs quivering in anticipation of her imminent climax.

Britt reached for her mother's pussy, flipping the pierced hood covering Amy's infant cock sized clit to one side. The eight year old girl bent forward and wrapped her lips around her mother's sensitive nub and flicked the ring through the hood back and forth with a finger.

Within seconds, Amy's entire body trembled, her back arched and a stream of her pussy juices shot out of her cunt to coat her son's arm and chest. She grabbed a pillow, covering her face to muffle the scream she couldn't help but release as her orgasm went on and on for almost a full minute. When Amy slumped back on the bed breathing raggedly, Caleb grinned at Britt and pulled his hand from their mother's cunt with even more of her pussy juices oozing from her.

‟It's your turn to lick me until I tingle first,” Britt told her older brother as she flopped on to her back and spread her legs wide apart.

Caleb didn't argue, crawling over to bury his face in his eight year old sister's smooth hairless pussy. She reached down to spread her tight lips so he could drag his tongue from her asshole to her clit, stopping to probe the tight dark hole leading inside her. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicked his tongue across it as fast as he could and pushed a finger into her cunt. Britt was soon moaning as she humped her brother's face faster and faster.

‟Hush,” Amy whispered from next to them, rolling over to push her tongue into her daughter's mouth, ‟we don't want Poppy to hear.”

For the next few moments, Britt flailed on her brother's tongue and finger, her moans stifled by her mother's tongue filling her mouth. When she finally slumped back, Caleb looked up with his face coated with his sister's pussy juices, his three inch cock as stiff as it could get. Amy just grinned before pulling him over to straddle her head, taking his stiff three inch cock into her mouth as he rhythmically humped her face until the dry cum that wracked his body faded away.

•••••

Poppy listened from the hallway, shooting his cum on the wall next to their bedroom door twice, once when Amy moaned her climax and again when he realized Britt was cumming on her brother's face. When the inside of the room grew quiet, he quickly hurried to the kitchen to start the coffee and breakfast, his cock continuing to twitch.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, Amy and the kids had peed, showered and brushed their teeth. As soon as he was done, Caleb rushed from the bathroom to see Poppy.

‟I don't think I'm going to wear any clothes today either, Mommy,” Britt told Amy before they walked out of the bathroom.

‟OK, honey, that's your choice,” Amy grinned, bending to give her daughter a kiss on the top of her head. ‟In that case, I guess I might as well stay naked too since everyone else will be.”

Poppy looked up and grinned warmly when Amy and Britt entered the kitchen completely nude. Amy was pretty sure she saw his dick twitch when Britt stopped right in front of him, her flat pink nipples and smooth tight pussy slit completely exposed. The idea her grandfather was naked with her and her kids aroused her more than she thought possible or right.

Breakfast went smoothly, with Poppy pretending not to notice when the kids tried to secretly toss bits of bacon to Charlie. Amy shivered when the animal pushed his nose between her legs to sniff her pussy before she had a chance to push him away. He apparently did the same to both Caleb and Britt, with her son pushing him away too. Her daughter, on the other hand, giggled and laughed without pulling back.

‟It's a nice morning,” Poppy said as they cleared the table, ‟let's take our coffee out on the porch and do that talk.”

‟Won't anyone see us out there?” Amy asked.

‟Naw, except maybe Wade if he goes into the fields today. He's renting the land from me now that I can't do the work any more,” Poppy shrugged as he filled his mug, ‟and I doubt he could see much from out there anyway.”

Britt and Caleb had no reservations, running out the door with the big dog in close pursuit. Within seconds, they were running in circles on the grass, with the kids and Labrador Retriever chasing and jumping on each other. Amy took a seat next to Poppy on a swing, balancing her hot coffee while watching her kids and the dog for a few moments in silence.

‟OK, you wanted to talk,” Poppy told her, focusing on the kids while idly fondling his half hard cock, ‟so talk.”

‟Well, you know how pressed I've been since that asshole father of these kids walked out when he found out I was pregnant with Britt,” Amy began, her nipples stiffening, not quite believing her grandfather was so nonchalantly stroking his cock right in front of her, the head beginning to peek out from beneath his foreskin. ‟Lately, things got a lot worse. I lost my job and frankly only had enough money to put the gas in my car I needed to get here. I'm totally at a loss as to what to do next.”

‟You could have thought about that ten years ago by keeping your legs together,” Poppy grumbled, reaching over to spread her thighs by pulling on her knee.

Amy started to protest then slumped back, letting him hold her knees spread wide with her pussy gaping open, the ring piercing her clit hood glistening in the sunlight. When he removed his hand, she didn't bother to close her legs.

She had been a slut from the time she learned how to pleasure herself at Britt's age.

He knew it.

She knew he knew.

That thought didn't really bother her. It was actually something of a relief to finally admit to herself what she was and have her grandfather openly acknowledge it.

‟Yeah, you and the rest of the family before the accident knew all along I was a slut, a piece of shit, cock loving cunt,” she mumbled, her pussy twitching seeing the way he gently brushed his thumb over the head of his now rigid cock. ‟I finally admitted it to myself but that doesn't make my current situation any better.”

‟Acknowledging your faults is the first step to correcting them,” Poppy said softly, turning his body to face her as the first drop of his precum bubbled to the tip. ‟There might be some ways we can actually help each other if you are willing and able to do what's necessary.”

For a moment, Amy just stared at her grandfather, her mind racing trying to think what he had in mind. Not that it really mattered. She was desperate and willing to do anything he wanted if it meant protecting and providing for her kids.

‟Oh, Poppy, I'll do anything you want if you help us out,” she murmured, unconsciously pulling the bar in her right nipple while staring at his hand stroking his throbbing cock a little faster.

‟Anything covers a lot of ground,” he grinned wickedly at her, brushing away another drop of precum with his thumb. ‟Are you sure you really mean that...I mean totally and completely mean that...with no reservations at all?”

‟Yes...yes I really mean it,” Amy said after a moment's hesitation, her heart racing and her breathing becoming ragged, ‟anything you want...anytime...anywhere. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do without question.”

Amy's face flushed as she spoke, suddenly feeling freer than she ever had before by submitting so completely to her grandfather's will. She looked at his cock again, expecting him to tell her to take it in her mouth or to bend over so he could fuck her. The very idea of doing either thrilled her in ways she hadn't felt since the first few times she dropped to her knees in front of one or more guys, or willingly spread her legs for them, years before.

Instead, he whistled loudly. Instantly, Charlie left Britt and Caleb on the grass and came loping over to them to sit in front of Poppy.

‟Sit back and spread your legs as far as you can,” he told her as he petted the dog's head. ‟I'll be surprised if you don't like this as soon as you get over the surprise.”

With that, he turned to the dog and firmly uttered a one word command.

‟Lick.”

Charlie dove between Amy's legs, hungrily licking her pussy with his hot rough tongue. She sat up with a start, trying to push the dog away from her.

‟Sit back and enjoy it,” Poppy growled loudly, ‟you said anything...this is a part of anything.”

Amy slumped back, her arousal rising with every touch of the dog's tongue. Charlie clearly had done this before, probing her asshole and cunt entry while constantly returning to flick the tip of his tongue over her clit. Within a few moments, her entire body quivered, the strongest orgasm she could remember in a very long time building in waves in her cunt. She grabbed the dog's ears, feeling like he was devouring her pussy and happily willing to let him have every bit.

Her first climax rippled through her body quickly, but the animal didn't stop or even slow down. Three more climaxes followed in such quick succession she didn't come down from one before the next flooded through her. When each orgasm crested, her cunt spasmed, squirting her pussy juices on the dog's muzzle and into his mouth.

She was about to pass out when her grandfather gave another command. The dog stepped back, sitting directly in front of her, his tongue lolling to one side and her pussy juices dripping from his snout. The aftershocks of her multiple orgasms slowly ebbed away after a few moments. When she heard Britt's voice, she opened her eyes.

‟Charlie made Mommy feel really good, didn't he?” the eight year old was saying to Poppy. ‟Mommy and Caleb make me feel good licking me like that sometimes too.”

Britt was sitting on Poppy's lap, leaning back against his chest as he tenderly brushed his thumbs across her flat nipples. His cock pushed out under her, the edges of her daughter's smooth pussy lips slightly spread over the thick rigid shaft.

‟Would you like Charlie to lick you like that sometime?” Poppy asked the eight year old, wiggling his hips so a little more of her pussy slit settled over his dick. ‟Maybe we can do that after lunch and I'll show you how you and Caleb can make Charlie feel good too.”

Britt happily agreed with him, squirming in his lap, a drop of his precum stretching to the deck of the porch. When Amy stiffened to protest what her grandfather was doing with her eight year old daughter, Poppy looked at her, grinning devilishly as he silently mouthed a single word.

‟Everything.”

She bit her lip and looked around. Caleb petted the dog's head a few feet in front of her, giggling and squirming without pulling away each time the dog's tongue flicked out to lick the nine year old's cock and balls. The longer she looked back and forth to her kids, the more resigned she became to their new situation.

She smiled wanly and her cunt twitched yet again.

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