This is the prequel to A Deal with Grandpa. Sorry they're out of order. Everyone having anything even remotely related to sex is at least 18. The story included incest, lesbian, and group sex. If that bothers you, please stop here.
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A Deal with Grandpa - The Beginning
Wanda pulled into the driveway of the large house and parked. Her former father-in-law had invited her to go out to dinner. He wasn't actually her former father-in-law. Wanda had lived with his son Len, and they had a daughter. After they split up, she and Chris had stayed in touch. He had been a father figure to her, and she was a like a daughter to him. He opened the door before she had a chance to ring the bell.
"Hi there," he said grinning.
"Hi, dad."
"Come in," he said, taking her hand.
Chris was a very successful businessman with a lot of money. He had a huge house and a couple of very nice cars. His wife, Len's mother, had died a few years earlier from a brain tumor. As far as Wanda knew he didn't date or look for female companionship. A couple of times every year he did go on some exotic vacation. She knew of trips to India, Greece, and Africa he had taken alone. She envied his ability to do that. It would be a long time before she'd be able to afford anything beyond necessities.
Wanda worked full time in the HR department of a medium size company and made a decent salary. Len gave her four hundred a month to help support Ellie, his daughter who was now thirteen. Beth, her oldest, at sixteen, got no support from her dead-beat father. Money was tight.
"Where would you like to go to dinner?" he asked.
"I'm open. You pick."
"Okay. I vote for either steak or seafood. What sounds best?"
"Seafood," she replied.
"Red Lobster or my new favorite, Eddie V's?"
"Am I dressed for Eddie V's? I heard it's upscale," she asked.
"You look upscale to me. You make that dress look hot as hell."
"Well, thank you," she replied, smiling.
Wanda was a looker. She was about five-eight, slim, and shapely. Her long dark brown hair accentuated her big brown eyes and pretty face. She didn't look her thirty-six years.
It was a beautiful day, so they climbed in his BMW Z5 and put the top down.
"I love this car. My Kia is about on its last leg."
"Getting a new one?" he asked.
"Not right now. I got a great deal on baling wire and duct tape."
"Is it that bad?"
"No. It's pretty dependable. Beth has her license now. It worries me when she uses it."
They pulled onto the toll road and conversation ended. It was too noisy with the speed and top being down to carry on a conversation. Once at Eddie V's, Chris handed over the keys to the valet and they went inside.
They were seated quickly, ordered drinks, and an appetizer, then looked over the menu.
"What do you recommend?" she asked.
"I'm having a steak and lobster tail," he said.
"That sounds great."
The server returned shortly, and they ordered dinner.
"Wanda, from the way you talked earlier, I got the impression you're having money issues."
"I'm barely breaking even. There's no way I can put back anything for the girl's college. The car is about to fall apart, and I can't afford a car payment. It sucks right now."
"I'll tell you what. I plan on paying for the girl's college anyway, so that's a non-issue. I'll buy you a new car and give you a thousand every month to help with the rest."
"That's wonderful of you, but I can't accept it," she said.
"Why? You're family. Families help each other."
"I'm too independent for that. I pay my own way and want the girls to grow up the same way. Thanks for the offer, though?"
"Okay, how can I help?" he asked.
She chuckled. "Want to be my sugar daddy?"
"What's a sugar daddy? I've never heard of it."
"You're kidding? As wealthy and good looking as you are, I figured you would have had lots of offers."
"From whom?"
"Women."
"I don't come in contact with many women. What's a sugar daddy."
"The woman provides companionship and services in exchange for being subsidized," she said.
"What services?" he asked, innocently.
"Sex. I accept your offer and in turn give you sex."
"Wanda, I see you as my daughter."
"Okay, incestuous sex," she replied, grinning. "We aren't related. Len and I were never married."
"You are joking about this, right?"
"I was when I first mentioned it, but the more I think of it the better it sounds," she told him.
"Wanda, it just doesn't seem right to me. Let me do this for you."
"I can't. I need to pay my own way. We're both single. I don't think either of us has a social life. I'm sure I don't. I haven't gotten laid in so long I think I got my virginity back. There's nothing illegal about it. It's a simple business deal. Think about it. If I do say so myself, I'm pretty damn good in bed too."
Dinner arrived and they were quiet as they ate. She could tell he was thinking about what she had said and gave him a knowing grin several times.
"I forgot to mention earlier, I love giving blowjobs," she said.
It was cooler outside by the time they left so he left the top up.
"Let me ask you something. Let's say after Beth or Ellie come of age, they decide to make an agreement like this with someone. What would you tell them?" he asked.
"I'd tell them that when you make an agreement you honor it."
"You wouldn't be upset or disappointed?"
"No, I wouldn't. Dad, we're all sexual creatures. The girls are going to be sleeping with someone sooner or later anyway. It makes more sense to me that they get something out of it."
"Give me some specifics. If we were to make a deal, what would you include in it?"
She thought for a moment. "It would be my responsibility to be on birth control. We would have to agree on protecting each other from disease. Like if we also saw other people. I'd give you at least one blowjob every week on a scheduled basis. Full on sex at least every two weeks. I love all kinds of sex, so I'd leave what we do up to you. If you want sucked or fucked more often you let me know. We put a time limit to it. Three to five years, depending on what we agree on. If either of us fail to honor the contract, the other can void it."
"What if I'm too kinky for you?" he asked jokingly.
"You aren't. Trust me on that. I imagine you usually do contracts in writing. I don't think that would be a good idea in this case. Are you kinky?"
"I like some things that are a little, shall we say, non-traditional."
"Such as?" she asked.
"I don't know, anal."