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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.
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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. 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.'"
