Going to Cali: Chapter Five

I was having the time of my life during the summer of 1987. Not only was I visiting Southern California for the first time in my life, but I was also fucking my Aunt Linda and my two 16-year-old cousins Traci and Allison. This summer was going down in history as the best one ever; sadly it would soon be coming to an end. I was three weeks away from the arrival of my mom and sisters for my cousin Courtney’s Bat Mitzvah. The Monday after that I would be on a plane back for Michigan ready to start my college career. Until then I was going to make the most of the remainder of my vacation by trying to spend every waking moment fucking. It was a good plan, however family obligations always seemed to be getting in the way of them. The closer we got to the Bat Mitzvah the more family dinners we seemed to have. In fact it was getting to the point of ridiculous. It seemed every time Courtney hit another milestone we were going to another dinner. I’m not going to complain about the food; for the most part it was amazing. But it was taking me away from playing my cousins and Aunt.

This night in particular we were dining at a Brazilian steak house. As I was mowing down on some delicious food I couldn’t help notice that Grandpa Max was looking at me. In the weeks following our trip to the massage studio in Hollywood we grew closer. Every few days he’d take me out for brunch and we’d talk about anything and everything. We’d talk about politics, his involvement as a lawyer for the Jewish Mafia, his opinions on marriage and how you can’t get a decent bagel anywhere on the west coast. I was having the conversations with him that I never had with my dad. I was afraid that by the way he was looking at me that our newfound relationship might be over.

After dinner as we were walking out of the restaurant Grandpa Max said, “Robert’s coming with us.”

Traci got a pouty look on her face and said, “He can’t it’s…um…uh…movie night.”

“That’s right,” Aunt Linda said.

“Movie night can wait,” Grandpa replied as he hustled me into the car with him and Grandma.

We drove to their condo in silence. As we pulled up to their unit Grandpa gave Grandma a kiss on her cheek and said, “We’ll be back later.”

She smiled and walked toward the unit. As soon as we were certain that she was safely inside Grandpa’s driver drove us somewhere else.

About 25 minutes later we pulled up to a non-descript ranch house in Mission Viejo. As we exited the car Grandpa Max said to the driver, “Be back here at 6 A.M.”

The driver nodded understandingly and drove off. We then walked up to the door where Grandpa pulled out a key and opened the door.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“This is where I live,” he replied.

“Don’t you live with Grandma?”

“This is where I live, I just stay with your Grandma.”

Before I could ask him what he meant by that we were inside and I was shocked to see my Aunt Joanie running toward my Grandfather wearing a nightie.

“Hey daddy,” she said right before laying a huge kiss on his lips.

She then turned toward me with a mischievous smile and said, “Who’s your friend daddy?”

“Don’t you remember Robert, my grandson?”

Her face turned bright red as she gave me a hug and said, “Look at you all grown-up, you actually turned out handsome. Do you remember when he was little how he used to follow me around the house saying he wanted to marry me?”

Grandpa chuckled at that.

“Now look at him,” Joanie said with her arms wrapped around me.

“Why don’t you go to the room, Robert and I need to talk.”

“Ok daddy,” she said as she walked toward the bedroom

“Let’s sit down,” Grandpa said as we walked toward the living room.

As I sat on the couch I looked around the room. There were pictures of Allison and Traci everywhere, along with a few teenage girls and boys I’ve never seen before.

Grandpa Max sat across from me on the recliner. He stared at me for a second before asking, “Is something going between you, Traci, Allison and Aunt Linda?”

I pretended to not know what he was talking about.

“I can tell if you lie to me?”

I knew lying to him was futile, so I bit my lip and hoped that he wouldn’t freak out as I said, “Yes,” and then proceeded to tell him the entire story (minus the porno movie).

After I was done He sat there looking at me for what seemed like an eternity. By the way he was staring at me I was beginning to think that he might call his driver to come over here and kill me. It would be so easy for me to “disappear” out here. Finally he opened his mouth and said, “You and I are a lot alike, I think it’s time for me to tell you the secret history of the Cohen family.”

I sat back on the couch as Grandpa began telling me his story.

“The first woman I ever had sex with wasn’t your Grandma, it was my sister, your Great Aunt Anne. She was 17 and I was 16, we shared a bedroom and it just happened naturally. My parents knew what was going on. They could hear us going at it like rabbits. Our house wasn’t that big. They just turned a blind eye toward it; that is until I got her pregnant.

They arranged for her to marry your Great Uncle Moe. She did what my father ordered. They married and nine months later Cousin Marci was born. By that time I started college and began fucking numerous girls. As I was finishing law school in 1939 I met your Grandma Shirley. She was my greatest challenge. She was the first girl who wouldn’t sleep with me immediately. I had to have her. After months of courting she finally gave me her virginity, and three months later she told me she was pregnant with your father.

I wanted her to get an abortion, but neither she nor her parents would have that. They forced us to get married. I actually didn’t mind. I didn’t love your grandmother; I loved the lifestyle she could afford me. Her father owned a large department store and was very rich. With my father-in-laws help I was able to start my own law firm. He introduced me to clients that were less than desirable but paid very well. Soon I was able to give my family everything they wanted. Your grandmother was happy raising your father and pretty much ignored everything that I did, which allowed me to fuck other women.

Most of them were faceless whores. Things changed for me after Marci came to visit when she turned 16. She was a beautiful teenage girl, who had no idea that I was her father. I was obsessed with her. The idea of fucking my daughter turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain. I started buying her expensive gifts and clothes. None of that worked. My sister knew what I was up too. She wasn’t sickened by my thoughts and actually encouraged my plans. She told me the thing Marci wanted more than anything was a trip to Paris.

Immediately I booked a trip for my family, which by that point included all three of my children, and Marci.” Off we went. While Shirley spent time with the kids, I ramped up my seduction of my niece-daughter. Finally after an expensive shopping trip we went to her private room where she gave me a fashion show of all of her outfits. When she got to her bra and panties she sat on my lap and started kissing me. One thing led to another and we were on the bed. It was obvious by that she wasn’t a virgin and knew her way around a mans body. But I didn’t care, I was high off the joy her spread legs brought to me. I was addicted.

Once we returned to the states I saw her as often I could. I doted on Marci and was spending more time with her then my own children. She was amazing. She brought me her friends to play along with us. I was having the time of my life.

When she was ready to start college I made sure she attended one near me. I got us an apartment that became our hideaway. At first it was perfect. But after several months’ things started to change. She fell in love with this man named Chuck, and she no longer had time for me. I went into a jealous rage threatening to cut her off if she didn’t keep to our arrangement. She started crying.

That night I got a call from my sister. She told me that she would tell my wife and Marci the truth about who Marci’s parentage. She also threatened to tell my wife the truth about my relationship with my niece-daughter. Your grandmother knew I cheated on her; she just didn’t care. She hated sex. She’d rather me get it elsewhere and not beg her for it. To her perception meant everything. If this reality got out she’d be humiliated and she’d leave me. Even though I’ve never loved your grandmother I still cared about her and how others perceived her so I gave into my sister’s demands and broke it off with Marci.

After that I tried to be a good husband, but that didn’t last long. I started fooling around with babysitters and girls who went to school with your father and Uncle Al. And by the time your Aunt Linda was 16, I started fucking her too.”

“Really?” I asked. “She seemed sickened by the thought of me and Traci fucking.”

“There’s a reason for that,” he said. “By the time she turned 16 she was a real looker. I even noticed it. At night I could hear her masturbating or worse fooling around with a neighborhood boy that she snuck into her room. Sometimes I would stand outside her door jerking off as she fucked her random boyfriends. Knowing that my daughter was a slut made me want her more. I had no idea how to seduce someone that lived in my house.

A few months later luck was on my side. I got a call from the high school principal that Linda was caught cheating on her exams. I hurried down there. Since this wasn’t the first time she was caught they were going to expel her, and there was nothing I could do to change their mind.

On the drive home Linda was freaking out about what her mom would do to her. I told her that her mother would never find out about this, bur with one condition. I then drove us out to a secluded area, turned off the car and unzipped my pants. At that point my darling daughter knew and understood the condition. Without hesitation she put her lips on my penis and kissed it until I came.

The next day I told my wife that I was putting Linda in a private school. After we left the house I drove her to my private apartment and told her the rules. I won’t bore you with any of them except for the most important, and that was she was not allowed to fuck anyone else but me. She agreed.

My daughter was now my mistress. Everyday during lunch I’d go over to the apartment and have my way with her. At first it was just the two of us, then after a few months I started encouraging her to add her friends to the mix. They were all enjoyable. But when Linda was 18, she introduced me to a 17-year-old runaway named Joanie. It was love at first site for both of us.

While I loved fucking my daughter, I loved fucking Joanie more. She was my partner-in-crime. She knew I loved fucking 16-year-old girls and she’d use her youthful appearance to bring them to me. I was in heaven. No one knew about my secret life everything was perfect, until 1971.

That year there were two major changes. The first and most important is that I got both Linda and Joanie pregnant and neither wanted an abortion. The other was that I walked in on Al and his friend Kenny fucking each other.

I long suspected that Al was gay. Even though girls flocked to him he wanted nothing to do with him. His mom thought he was shy. We both ignored all the signs, like posters of men in his room and phone calls from older boys late in the evening. I knew if he came out as a fag life was going to be hard for him. So I made an arrangement with my son and Kenny.

I had Kenny marry Linda and Al marry Joanie. That way the babies would have fathers and Al and Kenny would be able to hide their shameful lifestyles and still have a reason to be close to each other.”

“Hold on Traci and Allison are sisters?” I asked.

“And Courtney too,” Grandpa Max said. “Al doesn’t know or care who the kids fathers really are, he just loves them. Linda hates me for forcing her into that loveless marriage. When she found out that you and Traci were fucking she probably thought the situation with her and me was going to repeat itself with you and her daughter.”

“Are you my father too?” I asked.

“No. Your mom scares me.”

“Me too.”

We both started laughing.

“So do you live here with Aunt Joanie?”

“She comes by and visits me when her boyfriend is occupied.”

“What do you mean occupied?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Why don’t you go talk to your Aunt and tell her what goes on with you and Allison?”

“No way.”

My grandfather just stared at me as if silently telling me that I didn’t have a choice. So I got off of the couch and walked toward the room with the closed door. I knocked on it and from the other side I heard my Aunt Joanie say, “Come in daddy.”

I opened the door and saw her lying naked on the bed rubbing her pussy and pinching her nipples. I stood in the doorway just staring at her.

“Don’t just stand there.”

“Okay,” I said as I closed the door behind me.

“I heard everything,” she said. “I can’t believe you have been such a bad boy and fucking my daughter."

I admit I knew she wasn’t really mad. If she were she wouldn’t be on the bed fingering her pussy and playing with 32DD cup breasts.

“Do you remember how you used to follow me around like a cute little puppy?”

“Yes.”

“Telling me that I was the prettiest woman in the world?”

“Yes.”

“Now you think my daughter is prettier then me.”

“No I don’t.”

“Then prove it.”

She spread her legs as I dived onto the bed and started eating her wet cunt.

As my tongue played with her pussy she moaned, “You’re so goooooooood at it.”

So I started licking faster and faster until I gave her an orgasm.

A few minutes after that she was begging to suck my cock. So I stood-up, she got on the floor. She laid on her stomach, got to edge of the bed, unzipped and set free my massive 10 3/4 inch long, 4-inch wide cock. She looked up at me smiled, then spit on and started sucking my cock.

I’ll admit that when I was younger, in the days before I lost my virginity to Gail, I would jerk off and imagine that Joanie would let me fuck her. I was in heaven.

Minutes later she once again looked up at me and demanded that I fuck her. She turned around so her ass was no facing me, lifted it up, looked back and said, “Fuck me.”

I then inserted my cock and started pounding away. With every thrust I was hypnotized by my former Aunt’s ass. It was perfect. I would dare say it was even tighter and firmer then her daughters.

Soon she rolled over onto her back. I lifted her legs into the air and positioned myself so she could watch my cock move in and out of her. She let out these cute little squeals of delight every time she watched my cock enter her pussy.

After awhile in that position she begged to taste my cock. So I obliged my putting it in her mouth. For the next several minutes she sucked and stroked my unit until she demanded to sit on it.

I got on my back and stroked my cock as slightly hovered above it. As she moved closer I lightly teased her pussy and ass with my penis. As I did that she smiled and said, “You know how to drive me crazy."

She finally sat on it and started riding it with reckless abandon. As soon as that started I knew I wasn’t going to last that much longer. I started thinking of anything else, but it didn’t work. Soon my body started trembling and I started grunting louder. Joanie’s moans reached a higher octave. And then I erupted, and I shot my load inside my Aunt’s wet pussy.

She then collapsed on top of me and said, “You were magnificent.”

I blushed.

“Your modesty is so cute,” she said right before kissing me.

About a half hour later I tried to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Before I could do that she pulled me back onto the bed and said, “I’m not done with you quite yet.”

That led to rounds two and three before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I woke-up to find neither Aunt Joanie nor Grandpa Max anywhere in the house. As I searched for them there was a hundred dollar bill and note on the key table. The note had the number to a cab company.

While I waited for the cab to show up I was trying to figure out what exactly I’d tell Traci and Aunt Linda about what happened to me after dinner and more importantly what parts I should leave out.