Retirement

"Yes, and I think it's disgusting. You just talked about cooking dinner. That's all."

"Caroline!" Grant called. "Get that pretty little ass of yours out here!"

"I won't stand for it," Sarah said.

"Oh, Grant, I'm here!" Caroline said, throwing her arms up and pirouetting as she entered the room.

David swallowed hard. Caroline McLure had on a thin, black silk teddy. It wasn't transparent, but it clung to her figure so close that David's breath was taken away by the way her erect nipples poked the garment out.

"Davy ... hi!"

David swallowed hard again. "Uhm, hi, Miss McLure."

"Oh, call me Caroline," she breathed.

"Hi ... hi, Caroline."

"Caroline's your date tonight, David. Sort of my way of saying how proud I am of your schoolwork."

"My ... my date?"

"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Caroline said sweetly, nodding her head.

"Sarah, go run me a bath."

"Grant," she growled, "I said I was not going to put up with --"

"And I said to run me a bath! Now!"

Sarah glared at him a moment, then skulked to the back of the house.

"David, have a seat," Grant said, indicating the sofa. David sat down, still staring at Caroline. Grant sat beside him. "Dance for us, Caroline."

Caroline smiled, then began undulating her body, spinning slowly, shaking her ass for them.

"Fine piece of meat, wouldn't you say, David?"

"She is pretty, Grandpa."

"Tell her to take the strap off of one shoulder."

"Hungh?"

"These women aren't happy unless they are following our orders. Make the lady happy, give her a command."

"Uhm, could you ... would you please ... remove one strap, Miss McLure?"

"Davy," she sighed, pulling one strap off her shoulder and partway down her arm without breaking her dancing rhythm, "Anything."

"Wooowww ...."

"That was good, David. But you need to use a little more force. Make it a command, not a plea."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa."

"It's all right. It was your first time. But other ladies want to be really dominated. They're feisty and will put up a brief fight. You need to be strong enough to handle them or they'll be frustrated and get bitchy."

"Have to be strong," David repeated to himself.

"That's right. Now try it with the other strap."

"Caroline! Take the strap off the other arm. Now."

"Oooooh, Davy. Of course." She lowered the strap, then the only thing holding the teddy up was her breasts.

"Better, better," Grant commented.

"Caroline, slowly, slowly pull the top of the teddy down."

Grant nudged David with his elbow. "Good job. You learn quickly."

Caroline stopped dancing and smiled sweetly. She gripped the teddy at her navel and very slowly pulled it down. First one hard little nipple popped into view, then the other.

David heard a gasp and turned his head to see Sarah standing at the end of the hall, frowning angrilly.

"You!" Grant said, pointing to her as he stood. "Back to the bathroom now."

"But --!" she started, her fists balled up in anger.

"Go! We are going to give Davy a few minutes of privacy to practice what he's learned.

"With Mrs McLure?!" David asked, his stomach ready to burst with excitement.

"Enjoy, Davy," Grant said, "And remember to call her a whore when you're done with her. It will make her feel loved." Then he followed Sarah back up the hall.

"I guess I'm yours for the evening," Caroline said, pinching her nipples. "Oh, Davy, you don't know how hard I've longed for you."

"For me?!"

"Mmmmmm, yeah. Haven't you ever noticed how I prance and strut around to tease you? But I never thought this would happen. I never had the courage to ... to ask you to take me. And you never seemed interested enough."

"Interested?! Caroline, I've had fantasies about you for years!"

"Really?! Oh, that makes me so hot!! Make me do something, Davy, something nasty! Just give me an order!"

"Turn around and bend over."

"Oooooooh, I am so hot for you," she said as she complied and looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Now, slowly slide the teddy down off your butt."

She ran her tongue around her lips as she followed his order. "Don't you want to see my red pussy?" she asked innocently when she was done. "It surely wants to see you ...."

"Show me ..." David swallowed. "Show me your red pussy."

Caroline grinned nastily, stood, and turned around, tugging gently on her pubic hair. "See? Real red hair."

"You have such ... such a pretty pussy, Caroline." His eyes were glued there.

"Oh, thank you!" she giggled. "Make me do something. Make me shove my fingers up my cunt."

"Shove ... your fingers up your cunt, Caroline."

"Oh, very well," she sighed. "I'd rather it be your enourmous prick, but these will have to do ...." She lightly fingered her clit, then inserted three fingers into herself. Soon, she began moaning. "Oh, please, let me cum. I am getting so horny, Davy."

"Get on your knees and crawl over here, Caroline."

Caroline looked up and slowly focussed her eyes, then grinned. "Oh, yeah!" She sank to her hands and knees and crawled toward David, maintaining eye contact.

David was breathing deeply. "Now stand up." When she had, he reached up with both hands and cupped her tits, then began kneading them.

"Oh, yeah ...," she sighed.

David slowly lowered his hands down to her waist, then behind her to cup her buttocks. He pulled her pelvis forward and leaned over to kiss her cunt.

"Oh, Master, yes, do me," Caroline sighed.

"'Master'?"

"Oh, Davy, just fuck me! Just fuck me now! You've got me so hot I can't take it anymore. I've gotta cum!"

"Then cum," he said and leaned in to lick her clitoris.

"Oooohhhh!!!"

David licked her clit again.

"Ahgahd! Oh!!!"

He her felt her hands on the back of his head, pulling his face into her groin.

"Aaaghhh! I'm cuuuummmmmiing!!!"

Her hips began bucking back and forth, mashing and rubbing David's face in her soaking pussy.

David managed to keep his tongue up her slit most of the time, drinking the juices that gushed out of her. Finally, she calmed down, sinking to the floor in exhaustion.

"Oh, fuck!" she said. "Davy, that was the best goddam lay of my life!"

David remembered what his grandfather had told him. "You are one nasty fucking whore, Caroline."

"Oh! Baby! I am. Just for you, I'll be anything. But you haven't gotten off yet! Let me suck you off. Let me drink from you like you drank from me!" She reached up in Davy's lap and unzipped him, then pulled his pants down. His prick sprang up tall at her. "Ooooohhhh ... that looks scrumptious!" She wrapped her lips around it and ran her tongue about the hood.

"Oh, fuck!" Davy gasped, his ass rising up off the pillow.

"Mmmmmm," Caroline moaned as her head began bobbing up and down.

Within moments, David was gasping and bucking as he spurted semen into Caroline's mouth. As finished the orgasm and sank back into the pillows of the sofa, Caroline opened her mouth to show him his cum all over her tongue. She shut her mouth and swallowed, smiling, then opened her mouth again to show it was all gone.

"Any time you want to stick it in me, I'll spread my legs for you, baby," she offered.

David just smiled. A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he looked over at the hall to see Grandpa and Sarah walk out and stand. "That sounded like a good one," Grant said.

David stared at Sarah. Instead of her evening gown, she was now wearing a man's long sleeve shirt, her cunt just visible below the tails. Her hair was slightly mussed, and suddenly David knew what was meant by the expression "that just-fucked look."

"Grant, the boy is staring at me!" she whined as she fidgetted.

"As is his right. Now go get dinner on the table."

Sarah ground her teeth, but headed off towards the kitchen.

David stood and walked over to his grandfather. "You ... and her ... you two just ...."

"Of course! I'm a Blaine, aren't I?"

"But she was so ... hostile to you earlier."

"That filly just has a little more spirit than girls like Caroline, that's all. It takes a real man to tame her. But you show trememdous promise, lad. Soon, you'll be riding her, too."

"Miss Milsford?!"

"You saw how Caroline reacted, didn't you?"

David looked over at the redhead, laying on the sofa, stroking her cunt slowly. "Could ... could I try a little tonight, Grandpa?"

Grant threw his arm about the boy's shoulder and playfully shook him. "That's my boy! A true Blaine! You go right ahead!"

"Sarah, get out here now!" David barked.

"What the hell?!" Sarah demanded, emerging from the kitchen.

"Get over here."

"Now, see here!" she said as she approached him.

"Take off the shirt."

"David Blaine! You behave yourself!"

"I told you to take off the shirt, woman."

"David! No!" But her hands moved up and began unbuttoning the top buttons.

"That's my girl."

"David! Stop it!"

"Sway your hips around as you do it."

"David!" But she did as she was told. After a moment, she had all the buttons unfastened.

"Let the shirt fall to the floor," he whispered.

"David! You behave yourself!" she insisted as she pushed the shirt back off her shoulders and let it drop. "Now see what you've done?! You're my best friend's son, and you've got me standing here naked in front of you! David, stop staring at my pussy!!"

David stepped towards her hand put his hands on her hips.

Her eyes grew wide. "David! Don't do this! You behave yourself!" She looked down and saw his prick stiff at attention for her. "David!" she screeched. "You behave yourself!"

He touched the tip of his cock against her slit.

"Dooooooon't."

He moved his hips slightly side to side to gently rub his cockhead against her outer lips.

"Oh, please dooooon't ...." She shut her eyes and leaned her head back. "Oh, please don't tease me."

"Tell me what you want."

"Oh, you nasty boy. I want you to stop."

"Very well." He started to take a step back.

Her eyes sprung open. "No! No, don't. Do it, please, David. Do me. Poke me. Pleeeeaaase?"

David smiled widely. "Okay. Here I go, and here you cum!" He pushed forward into her snatch.

"Oh, fuck, not agaaaiiinn!!!!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and began wriggling her hips, gasping and groaning loudly.

David found himself cumming too, the gyrations of her hips just too much for him.

Grant slapped David lightly on the back when both David's and Sarah's orgasms had subsided. "Good job!"

Sarah pulled off David's prick and harumphed. "You two are assholes. Do you know that?" Then she stormed off, still naked, into the kitchen to finish getting dinner on the table.

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It was later that same night, about ten thirty, and Daphne was soaking in the bathtub, humming softly to herself, when she heard the doorknob turn, and Grant stepped in.

"Daddy," she said, smiling and not bothering to cover herself at all, "Not even you can ruin my mood this evening."

"Really? And what in the world could have put you in such a wonderful mood?"

"Oh, nothing much. I'm just feeling happy tonight."

"Well, I'm glad for you, Daffy. You've been moping around the house much to much lately. It's about time you cheered up. Now stand up and hand me the soap."

"Oh, Daddy," she said as she did so, "What are you going to do with the soap?"

Grant leered at his daughter's naked body as she stood before him in the bathtub. "Baby, I'm just going to massage parts of you, like the other night. You remember how good that felt, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she admitted, casting her eyes down and blushing, "It felt wonderful."

"Good," he said, rubbing the bar of soap around on her breasts. "Tell me about whatever it was that cheered you up so much."

"Oh, nothing ...."

"It looks like Amy left a note downstairs," he said as he kneaded and pulled on her tits.

"Daddy! You didn't read it or anything?!"

"No, Daffy-Bear. Of course not. I'd never read your mail without your permission."

"Oh, good ..." she sighed. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Daffy-Bear."

"Daddy, I think you've got those parts as clean as they'll get," she said finally.

Grant supported her breasts from underneath and studied them. "I believe you're right, Daffy. These are some gleaming-nice titties."

Daphne giggled as Grant dipped a sponge and rinsed the soap off them.

Then he sank to his knees and began soaping her pussy. "What did you two girls do tonight?"

"Oh, nothing, Daddy."

"I guess you probably ate potato chips and gossiped about boys."

"Oh, something like that."

Grant continued to rub the soap around her labia and clit.

"Daddy," she said finally, "You're not going to get any response there. I've just cum too many times tonight." When she realized what she had said, she clapped her hand to her mouth.

"Oh-ho! So you were naughty tonight, Daffy?!"

"No, Daddy. And you need to leave now."

"You were naughty! Admit it!"

"No, and you shouldn't be running your hands all over my cunt anyway, Daddy. Now, please leave."

Grant smiled tolerantly. "As you wish." He leaned forward and whispered, "It's a very soft, pretty pussy, Daffy-Bear."

"Daddy!"

"I'm going. I'm going."

She waited until he had left, then sat back in the bathwater and rinsed the soap off her cunt.

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Daphne was wearing shorts, sandals, a white blouse, and a wide-brimmed hat, working in the garden, when David pulled into the driveway the next day. "How did it go?" she asked enthusiastically, walking over to him.

"Aced it, Mom. You're going to be proud of me -- I'm going to be on the Dean's list this quarter."

She waited until he got out of the car. "Oh, honey," she hugged him, "That's wonderful. Come on, let's go tell your grandfather. I think he wanted to take you out to a special dinner to celebrate."

"Daddy!" she called as they entered the house. "Daddy, David aced the final!"

Grant came down the stairs two at a time. "Excellent, my boy! Excellent!" He took David's hand and pumped it. "I knew you could do it!

"We're going to have to celebrate! But sit on the couch a moment, son, I need to check something quickly. Daphne, were you just out in the garden?"

"Yes."

"I thought so. I saw some ants out there yesterday, honey. I want you to strip now, and I'll check you for ants."

"Daddy," she said laughing, "Get real."

"Daffy bear, they were those red ants. They'll give you a nasty bite. Now take off that blouse. I want to check and make sure you didn't bring any in on your body."

"Daddy," she said, her smile fading, "Get serious. They're just ants."

"Red ants, Daffy-Bear, the meanest kind. Now take off you blouse."

"Daddy, no way."

"Daffy, take off the blouse or I'll take you over my knee."

"Daddy ...." She lowered her voice. "Daddy, David's in the room. I'm not a little girl any more. Do not try to humiliate me in front of my son."

"Daffy, remove your blouse."

"Daddy, I --"

"Do it."

"Daddy ...," she whined.

"Do it, Daffy-Bear."

She stared at him several seconds. "David," she called behind her, "Go upstairs, please."

"No, he stays. I may need him to help me check."

"Daddy, I'm his mother," she whined, fidgetting. "I can't let him see me without my clothes!"

Grant just stared at her.

Slowly, she brought her hands up and began unbuttoning the blouse. She looked over her shoulder at David, pleading with her eyes.

"Perhaps I'd better leave," he offered, standing up.

"No, David. You don't want your mother welting up from ant bites. You stay here. I may need you."

Daphne slowly finished and shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, crossing her forearms over the front of her bra.

"Daffy, lower your arms. I need to check."

She complied and glanced over at her son, who had moved around in front of her.

David met his mothers eyes, then cast his eyes down. Not only was her face cherry red, he noticed, her whole chest above her bra was, as well. And he was ashamed to admit it, but he was getting an erection -- from his own mother!

Grant was running his hands all over her abdomen, looking closely for ants.

"You need to remove your bra now, Daffy."

"Daddy ... just look under the straps!"

"Babydoll, they might try to hide in the cups. You don't want that. An itchy, swollen tittie-nipple would be miserable."

"Daddy!"

He just stared at her, so she reached up and slowly pulled the bras straps off her shoulders, reached behind and unclasped the bra. She tried to cover herself as much as she could with her forearms as she slipped it off each arm and let it drop to the floor.

"Daffy, the point of all this is to make sure there are no ants. Now lower your arms."

She slowly did so, unable to raise her gaze to meet her son's.

"Okay, David. You take that tit and I'll take this one. Check it thoroughly."

Daphne gasped and glanced at Davy. Surely he wouldn't!

"Uhm, this one," he said, bobbing his head around, "This one looks clear, Grandpa."

"Oh, come on, boy. Check it thoroughly. Lift it up and check underneath it. Wouldn't want her getting bit!"

David bent his knees and tried to look at the bottom of the breast without touching his mother. "Uhm, really, this one looks clear, Grandpa."

"As you wish," he sighed.

"Okay, Daffy, take off the shorts."

"Daddy!"

"Daffy, a pussy bite would be worse than a tittie bite."

"Daddy, David would have to leave!"

"I'll ... I'll go."

"David, sit down now! On the sofa. Daffy, he has to stay here in case I need him to squash ants. Now remove your shorts."

She shut her eyes and sighed. She began to reach up and remove the hat, but Grant stopped her. "No, leave the hat on, and the sandles too. They look sexy. Just take off the shorts like I told you."

Daphne swallowed and unbuttoned the waist, then unzipped the zipper. Slowly, shaking slightly, she slid them down to the floor and stepped out of them.

Grant admired his daughter, standing there in her sandles, panties and hat. She was a beautiful creature.

"Daffy!" Grant said in a whisper, but more than loud enough for David to hear. "Why are your panties so wet?!"

David jerked his head, startled. He couldn't see since he was sitting behind her, but that just couldn't be true. His mother must have just been sweating, that's all.

"Daddy ... I ... you ... oh, Daddy ... let me just ... I don't want to ... Daddy, my son is here!"

"Daffy, we're just checking for ants. Now take off the panties."

David saw the back of his mother's chest rise and fall as she took a deep breath and sighed. Then she bent over and slowly eased the underwear over her ass and down her legs. David couldn't help himself, he found his eyes drawn toward his mother's behind. It was a *very* pretty ass! But he shouldn't be looking at her, admiring her that way! She was his mother, for goodness sakes!

Grant began running his hands over her hips and around her buttocks. "Davy, want to check her butt for me?"

"N-no, Grandpa."

"Okay, more work for me, though."

Daphne felt her father's hands roam around her lower body. She knew her son was sitting behind her, staring at her. She refused to look that way. This was so humiliating! She steeled herself for when her father ran his hands over her clitoris. She needed to hold herself perfectly still, not to react at all. Her own son was watching, and she had to hold on to some dignity.

When Grant did it, she sucked in air, gasping anyway. Despite steeling herself, the sensations were just too strong. She knew he heard her, her own son, as she ... as she .... Oh, how humiliating.

"Well, you seem to be clear to me, Daffy." She immediately bent over to retrieve her underwear, but Grant stopped her. "Daffy, there aren't any ants, but, honey, you're stiff as a board. You are *so* tense."

"Daddy!" She rolled her eyes. "Daddy, just let me get dressed."