Babe

This story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission, bisexuality and some homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Wild, preposterous fantasy. Thanks to my proofreaders and editors for their help and suggestions. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot developments are often worked into future chapters. Leave them in the comments, or contact me. If male bi-sexuality, incest or BDSM upsets you, don’t get angry, just move on to another story. Thanks. Leave your suggestions in the comments. (Did I mention, I love getting comments?) Thanks for reading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are always very much appreciated. Enjoy.

The Blue Life is a long saga. This chapter involves: Grandma Kate. Grandma Kate was first introduced in Chapter 37.

It’s been about nine months since I’ve posted a new chapter of The Blue Life. I haven’t given up on this story. But the writing of it has become more difficult. I have some very specific ideas in mind for the next few chapters. I’m also considering writing side-stories, featuring some of the characters from “The Blue Life,” that could be enjoyed outside of the regular continuity of the story. This story isn’t in direct continuity. A few days have passed between Chapter 39 and Chapter 40. As always, I’m very open to your comments and suggestions.

*****

I slowly pressed my stiff cock against the hot, wet, splayed cunt underneath me. The gray haired woman was lying on a red, wedge shaped cushion. Her head was comfortably supported. Her wrists were in red leather cuffs that were clipped to D-rings on the top corners of the cushion to the side of her head. Her hips and legs were flat on the bed, but her legs were spread by an adjustable bar. Similar red leather ankle cuffs had been attached to the bar. She also wore a red leather blindfold, but she was otherwise naked.

I casually slapped my six and a half inch cock against her distended clit, nestled in her mass of thick gray pubic hair. She gasped.

“You haven’t cum yet,” I stated.

“No, Sir,” she replied, “I need to ask Mistress Blue for permission to orgasm. She said that’s the rule.”

“I taught her that rule. I taught her this game. Do you feel like you are close to cumming?”

The gray haired woman turned her head from side to side. “Mistress Blue,” she called, “Mistress Blue, may I have an orgasm, please? I need to cum!”

“She’s gone. I sent her and Master Red off to play with each other.”

“Do they always obey you?”

“Not always. But then they know there will be consequences when they don’t. They both know who is in charge.”

“I started to think Mistress Blue was in charge. She has been directing things for a while, Sir.”

“No, I am in charge, Katherine.”

“Please don’t use my real name. Someone will hear you.”

“I’ve sent Blue and Red away, so we could be alone. No one will hear me, Katherine.”

“I will hear you,” Katherine whispered meekly.

“What’s wrong with that?” My fingers toyed with her pussy, lightly tracing the creases of her lips, teasing her clit. She gasped.

“I like the blindfold. I need to be anonymous. Then I don’t feel guilty for the naughty things I’m doing. Then, I can be sexy and…and not me.”

I leaned over her, and lightly kissed her cheek. I whispered, “But you ARE sexy, Grandma Kate. Your gray hair is sexy. Your wrinkles are sexy. And I’m about to fuck you, even harder than my father just did.” I could see my grandmother’s used pussy, how her lips were still pink and inflamed from the hard fucking my father had just given her.

Grandma arched her back and pulled at her bonds. “Oh Gods! What have I done! What am I doing? Bobby! Bobby we can’t. It’s a sin! You have to let me go.”

“Grandma Kate, your skin is so soft and smooth.” I caressed her sagging 32 B breasts. Her tits weren’t perky, like Mom’s or Sunny’s, but her nipples still hardened into erotic tips between my fingers and in my mouth. Grandma was nearly 70 years old, and not in perfect shape. But anyone with any sense could still appreciate her unpolished, natural beauty.

“Bobby, you have to know this is wrong. It’s a sin! You have to let me go!”

“Katherine, Kitten, Blue taught you the safe words. Yes?”

Grandma calmed. “Yes, Bobby.”

“Then you know how to slow this down or even end this scene all together, if that’s what you need to do?”

Grandma pulled at her bonds, and shook her head, no. She was fighting with herself. Then she lay back, as if she had lost her struggle. In a barely audible croak, she gasped, “But, that’s not what I need.”

“Tell me what you need, Grandma Kate.”

“I need no names!” She demanded, “Please, can I please just call you, Sir?”

“You can call me, Sir, or Master, or Daddy,” I said in a deep, commanding tone.

Katherine gasped. “Oh my God. You sounded just like him.”

“Like who?”

“Big Daddy, my husband, Frank. çankaya escort You were small when he had his stroke. And then he died three years later. Let me think, that was thirteen years ago, already.”

“I remember Grandpa Frank. I was five when he had his stroke, and in Second Grade when he died.” I knelt at my Grandmother’s side, casually massaging her. My cock was hard and leaking, demanding that I get it some satisfaction. But I was in no rush, and it felt like this story was important.

“In his prime, Frank was a very tall, muscular, rugged, handsome man, a lot like you, Sir. We had a game we played on Saturdays. “The Saturday Game”, we called it. Oh, it sounds silly when I say it now. But I would always look forward to Saturdays. We would send the boys out of the house. Then, I would call Frank, ‘Big Daddy,’ and he would call me, his ‘Little Muffin.'”

I bent down and licked along the length of Grandma’s pussy, tasting her desire. “Because you have a delicious little muffin, Muffin,” I said.

“Oh, Big Daddy. You can’t lick me there. That’s dirty!”

“That’s why I like it, Muffin. And it’s beautiful. It’s no dirtier than when you take my cock in your mouth.”

“Yes, but I’m a woman. And that’s a woman’s job.”

“Mistress Blue has eaten your pussy.”

“Yes. She’s a woman, and she’s amazing. I hadn’t had someone else kiss my secret garden since…,”

I eased two fingers inside her, and began to slowly fuck up inside her with my hand. I curved my fingers, feeling for her G-spot on the upper wall of her cunt. “Since when, Muffin?” I asked.

“Oh, Big Daddy, I shouldn’t say.”

I reached up with my other hand and pinched her clit between my fingers, and began twisting. “Muffin, there are no secrets from Big Daddy.”

“Ouch! Please. No! OK. I’m sorry. But this is something nobody knows. Even Frank didn’t know. Gah! Oh, Big Daddy! That hurts! Please. Oh, can I have permission to orgasm, Sir?”

“Tell Big Daddy about your female lover, Muffin. Tell me about the special Saturdays too, and I will make sure you have more orgasms than you’ve ever had at one time.”

“It was my older sister. We started by kissing each other before our dates with boys. Just practicing with each other. That’s what we called it, ‘Practicing.’ But it progressed until we were lovers. That was several years before Frank and I even met.”

“I didn’t know I have a Great Aunt,”

“She died in a motorcycle accident, nearly fifty years ago. It wasn’t long after Frank and I were married. I…I named my daughter after her, Bobby.” There were tears coming down from under the blindfold.

“My dad has a sister?”

“A twin sister. She died in the hospital, before we came home. She was born with a hole in her heart. And it tore my heart out when she died. I had named her after my dead sister, and then…she slipped away from me too. They’re both together in Heaven, I suppose.”

“Dad never told me.”

“He probably doesn’t know. I don’t ever talk about her. I became very sick with heartache after that. Postpartum Depression, I guess, that’s what they call it now. We didn’t talk about that time at all. A few years later, The Saturday Game helped pull me out from that depression.”

“Tell Big Daddy about the Saturday Game, Muffin.” I went back slowly stroking my fingers in and out of my Grandmother’s pussy, and luxuriantly lapping around her clit with the tip of my tongue. I wasn’t trying to get her off, just keep her on edge, and focused on the erotic sensations.

“It started on a Saturday,” Grandma reminisced, “And Frank was frustrated. I had fallen into one of my funks. The housework wasn’t getting done. I was feeding my family TV Dinners. Frank didn’t know what to do. So he dragged me into the bedroom. He put me over his knees. He pulled up my dress, and tore off my panties. Then, he spanked my bare bottom. I don’t know why, but that got us both very excited. Frank was calling me all sorts of names. And so he took out his hard penis, and he forced me to suck it on my knees. That was something we never did either. We had always just made love like normal people, under the covers, at night, with the lights off. And I had never put my mouth down there. I had heard about that, but that was something for slutty girls. But I did it for Frank that day. And here, Frank was treating me like some sort of prostitute or something. He even made me crawl up on the bed, and then he took me from behind, like an animal. It was only mid-morning, and the lights were on. I still had on my dress, but Frank had torn some of the buttons and pushed my bra up, so he could maul my breasts.” I could see that sharing this story was exciting Grandma Kate. “He didn’t even say we were making love. He said that he was fucking his Bitch. Oh, he used all sorts of filthy language. And I should have been frightened, but it just made everything more exciting. Then, he started spanking me again, while his penis was still deep inside me. And he was so escort çankaya forceful, it felt like he was deeper than he had ever been before. I orgasmed, which is something I hadn’t done since the last time I had been with my sister. But Frank knew what had happened, and that drove him to thrust even harder until he finished inside me. Then he spanked me some more, and left the house without saying anything else. I don’t know if we were both ashamed or embarrassed. But, I showered and cleaned myself up. And that night, I made Frank dinner. And neither of us spoke about it. We never spoke about it, not for the next three decades. We just didn’t talk about things like that. Things went back to normal, except I had more energy during the next week. And I worked harder to make Frank happy. I don’t know. We even made love that week, but it was at night with the lights off, in the missionary position, just like usual. And it was nothing special. Then, the next Saturday, Frank’s father took the boys out fishing. Frank and I were alone in the house again. I didn’t really plan anything. I just took Frank’s hand, and led him into the bedroom. I said, ‘Big Daddy, I’ve been a very bad little girl again, and I think I need another spanking.’ And that’s what started The Saturday Game.”

“You’re very excited, Muffin.”

“I am excited, Big Daddy. Partly from being tied up. Partly from confessing my story. And partly from you kissing and touching my special place.”

“Don’t say, ‘Kissing my special place,’ Muffin. It’s too vague. It sounds dainty and silly. Say, ‘I like when you eat my cunt, Big Daddy.'” I flicked at her clit with my tongue.

“Oh no, I couldn’t say that! I’m not a sailor.”

I lifted my head, and started to slowly pull my fingers from inside her. “Then I will stop.”

“No, Daddy, please! I’m so close to orgasm.”

“Say any words other than special place, vagina and orgasm, Muffin.”

“Oh, please…please? Please may I cum for you, Big Daddy? Please, lick my…uh…pussy…eat me. Eat me! I’m going to explode. Make me explode, Daddy. Oh fuck, Daddy! My, my…fucking cunt! Eat my fucking cunt! Make me cum! Eat my cunt, you fucking bastard!”

“Muffin, I’m going to finish you. And you may cum. And don’t hold back. Scream, cry, shake all you want. You are beautiful. You are sexy. And you are very much loved.” I then proceeded to bathe her pussy with as much love, passion, and erotic affection as I could.

Grandma’s pussy tastes very different. It’s not the light, sweet, fruity, wet peach of the eighteen year old, Terri Whitehall. Grandma Katherine’s cunt is like a musky brandy, with an earthy scent. Her dark gray pubic hair was a full, hairy bush. Both my mother and father have been shaved and waxed bare for months. Even Sally Whitehall’s full bush was nothing compared to Grandma’s. Grandma had called her pussy her secret garden. Well, she had let her garden become an overgrown jungle.

When I had sent Mom and Dad away, it was just because I wanted the pleasure of fucking my Grandmother for the first time without any distractions. But, after hearing about The Saturday Game she played with Grandpa Frank, and the loving way she called me, “Big Daddy,” I was debating whether or not I wanted to try to full on Dominate Grandma Kate. Did I have room and in my life to dedicate to another full time submissive?

I put that out of mind, and focused on Katherine’s pleasure. I moaned appreciatively, letting Grandma know that I loved her scent and flavor. I brought my teeth into play, gently biting at her labia and clit, as my own animalistic passions rose.

And as my excitement grew so did Kate’s. And she became more vocal. “That’s right, Big Daddy, taste me. Taste me! Make love to my…uh, pussy. Eat me, you dirty son-of-a-bitch. Oh Hay-Zues Christi! You grand, grandmother-fucker! Are you ready? This is going to be a big one, a big one…oh, fuck! Fuck! A big one, Big Daddy! I’m giving it all to you. I’m …Oh…Ah…Oh my goodness! Cumming! Thank you. Thank you, Daddy! Love you! Love you! So good! Oh that felt so good. Thank you. You can stop now. You don’t have to…Daddy? Daddy? What are you doing? Daddy? Bobby you’re too low! That’s not my pussy. Not my puss…oh GOD! You nasty bastard! You’re tonguing my butthole! Bobby! That’s my butt! That’s my! Oh fuck! What are you doing to me? My ass! My ass! Big Daddy! Nobody ever-That’s right! Strum my clit with your thumb! Put another finger in my cunt, you fucker! And never stop eating my fucking ah…ah…ASS! No!…no, nonono. YES! Cumming again! I love you. Oh Daddy. Big Daddy! I love you so much. Why did you do that? That was so nasty. That was so wrong. I can’t believe you just did that to me. You were eating my butthole, Bobby.”

I sat up and looked at my Grandmother. She’s not got a great figure. She’s sort of shaped like a pear, with small, sagging breasts, a bit of a gut, and a big ass and thick, fat thighs, with quite a bit of cellulite. But, in her post-orgasmic, blissed-out çankaya escort bayan state, she looked so sexy, so fucking gorgeous. I needed to have her.

“I’m glad you liked that, Muffin,” I said.

“Come up here and kiss me, Daddy,” Grandma insisted.

“Do you want me to wash my face?” I asked.

“No. I want to taste myself on your lips,” she replied.

I slid up her body. My hands came up her sides, along her ribs, briefly played with her tits and the slid up her arms, until my fingers were intertwined with hers. I kissed her slowly, and passionately.

I smiled and whispered, “How do you taste, Muffin?”

Grandma Kate licked her lips. “Good. Not as good as Mistress Blue. And I don’t taste like I remember.”

“When was the last time you tasted yourself on your lover’s lips?”

“That was in the Summer of 69.”

“Like the Bryan Adams song?”

“Did he sing, ‘Sugar, Sugar’?”

“That was The Archies, Grandma.”

“That’s the only song I can remember from that Summer. And, Big Daddy, please play the game, just for the sake of my sanity. Don’t call me by my name. And don’t say…don’t call me what you called me.”

I pecked her lips. “Sorry, Little Muffin.” Involuntarily, I humped my hips, and my hard cock slid along the outside of Kate’s pussy, between her labia and across her clit.

“Oh, my! Is that for me, Big Daddy?” Muffin asked.

“It will be as soon as I put on a condom.”

Muffin laughed, “I can’t get pregnant!”

“Yes. But it’s a personal rule if mine, I won’t fuck anyone without a condom, not until they’ve been cleared of STDs by a battery of tests. Neither will my submissives. Red used a condom earlier. Didn’t you notice?”

“I noticed, but I thought that might mean that you didn’t want…how can I say this delicately?”

“Sloppy Seconds? A cream pie?”

“Is ‘cream pie,’ some kind of sex slang?”

I laughed. “Yes, Muffin. It’s when a person eats a man’s cream out of a woman’s pie. And before you say anything, I happen to love it.”

“Your own cream, or another man’s?”

“I’ve only eaten mine and Red’s. I’m pretty wild, you know.”

“That’s perverted, Bobby.”

I shook my head. Grandma had forgotten her rule. “I enjoy a lot of perverted things. That one is pretty tame.”

“What other things do you enjoy?” Kate asked.

“We were talking about you, and the Summer of ’69. And you sixty-nining your sister.”

Grandma thought. She scowled for a moment, debating what she should tell me. Then she said, “She came to visit just after our third wedding anniversary. I had a toddler by then. And I was pregnant again, so Frank didn’t want to touch me. He was a good man. But he had trouble being affectionate. And he didn’t know how to treat me when I was pregnant. That’s one reason I only got pregnant twice. Anyway, Jillian rode up from Mobile on her motorcycle.”

“Did you say, Jillian?” I was very surprised. Shocked even. But Grandma didn’t notice. She was blindfolded, and was she caught up in her own memories. Jillian is the name of my father’s alternate personality! Somehow, even if it was just subconsciously, Dad had to know that he had named himself, ‘Jillian,’ after his Aunt and his Sister!

“Yes, Jillian was my sister. She always was a beautiful, free spirit, not like me. She stopped for just a few days, but she extended her visit, and stayed for nearly two weeks. It had been seven months before this since we had briefly seen each other at Christmas. And nearly two years since we had made love. So we found every excuse and opportunity we could to be together and we reconnected as lovers.”

“Did Frank know?”

“I’m sure Frank suspected. He probably knew. But he never said anything. So, later when he had his fling with that sales rep out of Tulsa, I didn’t say anything about that to him either.”

“That must have been a great visit with your sister.”

Grandma Kate started crying again, deep sobs came up from her chest. Tears were coming down her face from under the blindfold. I quietly reached up, and unclipped Muffin’s wrist cuffs from above her head. Grandma hugged me close, as I kissed her tears, and whispered platitudes about how it was safe to cry, and that she was loved. Grandma said, “Jillian tried to get me to go with her to California. Can you imagine? A pregnant woman on the back of her sister’s motorcycle. I would have had to leave my husband and son behind.”

“You did the right thing in staying.”

“I did the easy thing. I did the safe thing. Jillian said that Frank didn’t love me, not like she did. She was going off to Hollywood to be a star! Oh, she would have been a Star too! She was gorgeous! Auburn hair, and a perfect, curvy figure, just like your mo…I mean, just like Mistress Blue.”

Mom had seduced Grandma Kate, while wearing her full Dominatrix get-up, including a mask. Somehow, Mom’s intuition told her to assume a character, and be “anonymous.” Then, when Mom brought Grandma home to us, she made us all wear masks, or made sure Grandma was blindfolded, whenever we had sex. This let Grandma Kate rationalize that she wasn’t having sex with any of her kinfolk, but just a group of kinky strangers. I guess that’s the way she dealt with sex most of her life, with rationalizations and denial.