Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 18:12:26 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Thanksgiving with Grandfather - G/M Y/A Incest Thanksgiving with Grandfather By Tom Cup Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 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We are continuing our modification of the site to make it the best of its kind. Your opinions matter! As always, thanks for your support; now on to the story. Tom and staff. ************************************************************************ Thanksgiving with Grandfather By Tom Cup It was nearly noon when Randy entered his Grandfather's house on Thanksgiving Day. Grandmother had died six years prior and it was the custom that Grandfather would spend the day with his daughter Sally's family. Randy was sitting on the porch when Sally came out of the house and instructed him to, "cycle down and see what's keeping your Grandfather." Randy jumped to his feet, not looking back, yelling, "Yes, ma'am!" He hopped on his bike and rode away; his little sister's cries of, "Can I go?" disappearing behind him. Grandfather knew that Thanksgiving Supper wouldn't be served until two o'clock, so there was really no reason in arriving at Sally's prescribed ten in the morning gathering time. He wasn't surprised to see Randy coming through the door; he was surprised that it had taken Sally so long to send the boy. "Ma' says you're late," Randy said walking over, sitting on his Grandfather's lap and kissing him on the cheek. "Is that a fact?" Grandfather answered, loving the warmth of the boy's bottom as it heated his loins, "Suppose I said I wasn't going this year?" Randy put his arms around the senior man's neck, rubbed Grandfather's nose with his own and whispered, "You wouldn't dare." Grandfather knew the boy was right. The boy had a power over him to make him do things he never thought that he would. Sally fussed that her father was doing nothing but soiling the boy. Grandfather couldn't help himself. The boy was such a gift to him; having climbed into Grandfather's bed a year after Grandmother died, Randy and Grandfather learned the comfort that can come to a boy who's parents are a bit to strict and a senior that was lonely and in need of tenderness. Randy's mouth opened inviting Grandfather's tongue to tickle his warm moistness. Randy loved to suck on his Grandfather's tongue. The satisfaction of the act caused Grandfather to throb under the boy's weight as Randy's arousal pushed against his jeans. "I guess you're right," Grandfather said after the kiss, as the boy leaned his forehead against the forehead of the patriarch of the family while staring deep into his Grandfather's eyes, "So should we get going." Randy shook his head, "No." He slid off of Grandfather's lap. He reached out, took Grandfather's hand and led him to the bedroom. They spent many secret hours in that room. Randy found a freedom in the sexual play that he was not allowed at home -- Sally was a strict disciplinarian. Grandfather wondered were she had developed the attitude since he and Grandmother had done their best to give their children latitude. Randy held a strict schedule. When he wasn't studying, he was doing chores. Play didn't seem to be something that Sally thought as necessary. Randy's play was with Grandfather. -- and Grandfather found the comforting releases that only the tender touch of smooth firm skin can provide. Grandfather smiled as he watched the boy climb into bed. They underdressed each other. Grandfather's mouth raced over the boy's skin. Grandfather knew now how to bring the boy the most pleasure. He flicked his tongue over the boy's nipples. Randy moaned. Grandfather's tongue circled Randy's belly button. The boy's hips bounced on the bed. Grandfather smiled looking up into the longing eyes of his beloved grandson. The boy's hardened flesh disappeared into Grandfather's mouth. Randy closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. He knew that Grandfather was still teasing him, making him wait for the union that followed, the union he desired, the union that would send him into the hypnotic trance of freedom where he would fly on the wings of ecstasy. Randy felt Grandfather pause and reposition himself. Randy took a deep breath. Grandfather lifted the boy; their joining was made with practiced ease. Their dance was full of love and freedom. Each fulfilled the needs of the other. Their lusty pantings became their Thanksgiving Day prayer as their bodies mingled the generations and exploded with gratitude. ***** Sally watched from the porch, her hands on her hips, her toe tapping impatiently, as her father and son arrived for Thanksgiving Supper at a quarter till two. She was only feigning annoyance. She knew that she was a bit stricter with Randy than her parents were with her. She couldn't help herself. So when her father spoiled the boy, she would complain, but in her heart be thankful that her father was around to add the gentle balance to Randy's upbringing that was needed. "Sorry we're late honey." Grandfather said. "Sorry Ma'," Randy added. "Oh, don't stand there giving me those puppy dog eyes," Sally answered, "Get in here, the both of you. It's nearly time to eat. Lord knows we have a lot to be thankful for this year and I am not going to let the two of you ruin our supper." Sally was never happier than when she had something to fuss about. Grandfather put his hand on Randy's shoulder. They looked into each other's eyes, thankful for one another. ************************************************************************ Happy Thanksgiving my friends. Love, Tom. Send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com To support this and other stories by Tom Cup, join the Tom Cup Library at: http://tomcup.iscool.net. Now available exclusively at the Tom Cup Library: Calvin Part 3 This is the exclusive continuation of the Calvin story. Donna: The serial story of the younger sister of Kevin. Barb, Chuck and Kevin have all left their imprints on this young girl's life. 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