PinkCulture

A pervert father that tries to hold back his nature.. A bitchy devout wife that treats him like a servant. A father in law that collects most of his earnings. This is Carl’s life. Now Carl decides that it is time to put everything behind him and start anew, but an incredible discovery about his father in law makes him decide that it is time to teach him a lesson… of course in his own, pervert way... This is my first attempt at writing. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Also, I am not a native english speaker so do expect grammar errors to pop up.
-The tags clearly indicate that this novel is not something that everyone can stomach.  If you can't handle it, then don't read it.  leaving a review that only says "this is disgusting" just exposes your bigotism.

-All character and situations are pure producs of my imagination.  Any resemblance to actual people or events is completeley coincidental.  DON'T TRY TO REPRODUCE THE ACTS DEPICTED IN THIS BOOK IN REAL LIFE!  NO MATTER WHERE YOU LIVE, IT IS CRUEL AND ILLEGAL!!!

All my toys

A shortie for now, I will try to post another one as soon as possible.


A quick shower later, we are finally ready to leave the house and drive to my mother-in-law's to pick her up.  I drive lazily while the girls chat in the back seat, and in a short while we reach her house.  Before exiting the car, I remind once again the girls,


"Remember girls, you must not tell grandma about our games.  She wouldn't understand and she would feel hurt.".


Both girls nod seriously in agreement to my words, much to my relief.  I really don't want Ella to describe to her grandmother how big my cock is or how good she feels when I make her cum. 


The L-shaped new colonial style house stands out in the neighborhood, both for its appearance and the spacious well-trimmed lawn.  We reach the main door sited in the shade of the porch that circles two thirds of the house, and Ella excitedly rings the bell.  I can see that she really is happy about having her grandma staying with us.  Well, it is understandable.  Contrary to her mom, her grandma is soft spoken, always smiling and always willing to listen to her prattle patiently, how could my baby girl not love her?  I pretty much feel the same about her, after all.  In all the years that I have been married, Laura has never once insulted me, offended me or disregarded me.  Quite to the contrary, she has always been supportive of me, even to the point of bringing her daughter to task in the instances where the bitch acted up in front of her.  My wife might be a bitch and my father in law might be a money-sucking hypocrite, but I feel that I have the best mother in law of the world.


The door opens and Laura welcome us with a happy smile on her face.  Ella squeals in delight and jumps to embrace her beloved granny.  


"Oh, look at you, you keep growing so fast!".


While the two greets each other and Ella introduces Rose, I take a closer look to Laura.  She looks incredibly good for her age, not old, just… mature.  I feel no sexual attraction toward her, but I do enjoy looking at her.  


"Hello Carl", she says to me as soon as she manages to disentangle herself from her niece's arms.


"Hi Laura.  It is great to see you again", I say, as I move forward to hug her as well.


"I can honestly tell you that Ella is not the only one that is looking forward to this weekend", I whisper to her ear while hugging her,


I finish my words with a soft peck on her cheek and then release her from the hug.


She smirks at me, a joyful glint in her eyes,


"Hmph, you are still the little scamp that I met all those years ago".  Her words might sound harsh, but her joyful expression tells another tale. 


"Well then, if you are ready, let's grab your thing and move them to the car".  Before I even managed to finish my words, Ella has already zoomed inside the house and picked up Laura's suitcase and starts dragging it to the car.  I reach out my hand to take it for her, but she turns to look at me with an expression silently stating 'Mine!'.  I chuckle along with Laura at her antics and let her drag the suitcase to the car, before offering my arm to Laura with an impish smile and asking,


Laura tilts her head back as her crystalline laughter fills the neighborhood.


We walk slowly to the car, arm in arm, as our laughter resonates in the air.


Meeting Grandma