New story: "Meet the Grandparents"

"Meet the Grandparents," Chapter 1
by c.w. cobblestone


The SUV rumbled over a pothole, jostling Little Demarcus in his baby seat and making him cry. I stroked his cheek and urged him to "shh," but the fussing continued, prompting my wife to turn around and scowl at me from the front passenger's side.

"Jeez, Jody, keep him quiet, already!" Pam spat.

I huffed. "I'm trying — he won't stop!"

"You better watch your tone, sissy." Big Demarcus squeezed the steering wheel and glared at me through the rearview mirror. "Show disrespect like that again and when we get to my parents' house I'll whoop your little candy ass right in front of everyone — you hear me?"

"Y-yes, sir, I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean any d-disrespect, sir."

Pam scoffed. "Raising your voice to me — you little pansy, you're lucky I don't add another six months to your chastity."

"Oh, please, Mistress, I didn't mean to—"

She showed me the hand. "Just shut up and keep him quiet — I want him on his best behavior when he meets his Na-Na and Pa-Paw."

"Yes, Mistress."

I gave the little one his bottle to try to calm him as the SUV rolled down the highway toward Demarcus's parents' house. The baby finally fell asle-ep, and I sat in the backseat feeling lonely and left out listening my wife and her lover chat up front about various subjects, including how nervous they were to be introducing his parents to their grandchi-ld and our interracial cuckold lifestyle.

Pam and Demarcus didn't include me in their conversation, and I never cut in, since the standing rule in our household is that I'm to speak only when spoken to unless there's an emergency. I wasn't their equal, so it was just a given that I wasn't part of their tête-à-tête; my job was to sit quietly in the backseat and take care of their kid. Wallowing in self-pity, I eventually nodded off myself, exhausted from the long trip. I didn't wake up until the SUV rolled to a stop in front of a large house situated on about an acre of land.

"Give him to me and then get the suitcases," my wife said after I'd exited the vehicle and removed little Demarcus from his car seat. I handed over the baby, smoothed out my maid's frock and retrieved the four pieces of luggage from the hatch. My wife and her lover held hands and strolled up the long cobblestone walkway while I struggled to keep up lugging a heavy suitcase in each hand with large bags slung over each shoulder. I felt a familiar wave of resentment thinking that it probably hadn't even crossed Demarcus's mind to help me carry the luggage.

The front door swung open and Carla and Ronald sprang onto the front porch, all smiles as they rushed toward Demarcus and Pam. Everyone hugged and ogled the baby, who thankfully had calmed down and was smiling at his new grandparents. I stood there holding the luggage while everyone got acquainted.

Ronald looked my wife up and down. "Wow, you're even more gorgeous than in the pictures. Thank you, Pamela, for giving us such a beautiful grandso-n."

Carla nodded. "You two do make beautiful babies — now, are you going to give us a grandau-ghter anytime soon?"

That got a chuckle out of everyone. Then, Ronald turned to me. "And you must be Jody."

Keeping my eyes down, I executed the best curtsy possible while weighed down by the heavy suitcases. "Yes, sir, it's an honor to meet you, sir." I turned to Carla. "It's an honor to meet you, Ma'am."

Carla regarded me with tight lips. "Demarcus says you're gonna give this house a deep cleaning while you're here."

I bobbed another unwieldy curtsey. "Uh, yes, Ma'am, I'm here for whatever you need, Ma'am."

"Well, that's good, because my back's been out and I haven't been able to clean." Carla grimaced at my mistress and master. "I'm so sorry we couldn't come up for the birth. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't move. And Ronald had to stay here and take care of me."

Pam smiled. "That's okay — we would've brought him down here earlier but Demarcus had that big case and he couldn't get any time off."

Ronald clapped his so-n on the back. "Yeah, your mo-m told me! Nice job, ambulance-chaser — how many millions did you make off the hospital this time?"

"Stop counting Demarcus's money, Ronald, the boy already bought us a house." Carla shook her head and glanced my way. "Come on, everyone, let's get off the porch and go inside — this poor little thing looks like he's about to fall over holding all those suitcases."

"Oh, Jody will be fine." Demarcus snapped his fingers as the group passed the threshold into the foyer. "Take those upstairs to the first bedroom on the right and unpack everything — then come and ask Mo-m what housework she wants you to start on."

"Yes, sir."

Carla shook her head. "So, he — she? It? — just does whatever you say? Like a slave?"

"He uses male pronouns, Ma."

"Okay, so, he just does whatever you tell him to do, even though you took his wife off him? You tried explaining it on the phone but I still don't understand how that works."

"I told you, Ma — he's the one who begged us to let him stick around." Demarcus turned to me. "Tell her, Jody."

I shifted the bags on my shoulders. "Well, Ma'am, after your so-n and ... um, my mistress fell in love, she was going to divorce me so they could be together. But I ... well, I can't imagine not having her in my life, so I ... I asked if maybe they'd let me stay if I could make things easier for them somehow, and ... you know, serve them in some capacity. I know she's in love with your so-n, and she doesn't want me romantically, and I accept that ... but I asked if there was anything I could do just to keep her in my life in some way, shape or form. I told them I could be of use to them ... and serve them in a lot of different ways. And I'm obviously not a threat to your so-n — I realize he's far more man than I ever could dream of being, so I'm willing to step aside and, you know, find my own way of being useful to both of them."

Carla sighed. "Well, that's pretty damn sad, if you ask me. You want to hang around and do things for her, even though she loves someone else and has his ch-ild? And you're happy about this?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's better than being without her."

"Even though she's going to divorce you anyway?"

I blinked. "Um, yes, Ma'am. We're waiting until next year for tax reaso-ns, Ma'am, but as long as I can be a part of her life ... and your so-n and grandso-n's lives, then it doesn't matter if we're actually married or not. It's hard sometimes, I'll be honest, but I am happy, Ma'am — a lot happier than I would be otherwise."

Carla scrunched up her face. "And what does your family think about all this?"

"Oh, they disowned him," Pam answered for me. "They're all a bunch of racists — they were madder that little Demarcus is half-black than they were about our poly arrangement. So, they said they never wanted to talk to him again. Oh, well, screw them — they live in Vermont, so we never have to deal with them. I never liked them, anyway."

Ronald grinned at his so-n. "Boy, don't try to tell me you didn't have a hand in all this stuff. I know how competitive you are — you've got to have someone to push around since you hurt your knee and can't push opposing linemen around anymore. So, now you push around those hospitals, or the lawyers you go up against in court — and now this little shi-t."

Carla smacked her husband's arm. "Be nice, now."

Demarcus chortled and shrugged. "Well, I'm not gonna lie, Da-d — the idea of having Jody stay on as our servant after I stole his wife from him did appeal to me. You know how I am — like you said, I am competitive. But, I swear, it was totally his idea."

Ronald furrowed his brow at me. "And, so you're one of those men who think you were born in the wrong body? You think you're actually a woman inside?"

"Um, well, no, sir. But, uh, your so-n told me if he was going to let me stay—"

"— there'd only be room for one man," Demarcus finished.

"See?" Ronald chuckled. "I knew you had a hand in this crazy stuff somehow. You turned him into a damn sissy. You just love winning don't you?"

"Hey, it's better than losing!" Demarcus replied, slapping his da-d a high-five. "Seriously, I wasn't about to let some guy hang around and stay with Pam and me."

"Besides, we also think it'll be easier for little Demarcus and any other kids we have if their nanny is a female, or at least trans." Pam shrugged. "Trans people are no big deal anymore. That's why we wanted you guys to meet Jody — to show you that we're not exposing your grandso-n to anything too weird. Jody's just like one of the family, and we trust him more with little Demarcus than we would anyone else."

Carla smiled. "Well, then, I'll admit, it does take some getting used to, but I'm glad you two have a maid and a nanny around to make things easier for you. As long as you both are happy, that's all that counts — and it sure will be nice for this place to get a good cleaning."

Demarcus reached over and tweaked my earlobe, making me wince. "All right, Jody, get upstairs and unpack everything so Mo-m can put you to work."

"Yes, sir." I bobbed a curtsey and had to shift to keep the bag from falling off my aching shoulder.

Carla tilted her head. "And you're sure he doesn't need the other guest room?"

Pam waved her hand. "Nah, Jody sle-eps on the floor by our bed. Jody, tell Na-Na about the new sle-eping bag your master let you buy last month."

I blushed. "Um, it's a ... a Dora the Explorer bag, Ma'am."

Amid titters, Pam explained: "He had a choice between that or Hello Kitty."

After everyone got a good laugh at my expense, Demarcus pointed to the stairway. "Alright, Jody, go unpack and come see what Mo-m needs you to do."

I curtsied. "Um, sir, do you want everything ironed right now, or should I do that later?"

"Do it later — get started on what Mo-m wants first."

"Yes, sir."

"Boy that must be nice, having someone to just do everything like that," Carla said as I headed toward the stairwell.

"Get used to it, Ma — the little sissy's at your disposal all week," Demarcus replied. "Anything you need done, just snap your fingers and it'll get done."

"Well, that sounds just great," Carla sighed.

"Hey, what about me? I got stuff I need done too," Ronald piped in before smirking at me. "I wouldn't count on getting a lot of rest while you're here, Jody."

"Um, that's okay, sir, I'm here for whatever you need, sir," I stopped to curtsy toward Demarcus's fa-ther and continued toting the suitcases up the stairs. After reaching the landing I trudged toward the guest bedroom, resigned to my fate, knowing I'd be busting my ass for the next week while everyone else relaxed.

I had just opened the first suitcase when my wife's shrill voice interrupted my pity-party: "Jody, get down here and change this diaper."

With a sigh, I grabbed the baby's diaper bag and headed downstairs.

"Meet the Grandparents," Chapter 2
by c.w. cobblestone

I darted down the stairwell with the baby's diaper bag slung over my shoulder, wincing at his piercing shrieks, knowing I'd catch the blame if I couldn't shut the little bastard up.

"Put him right there," Pam said, nodding at a spot on the rug near the couch while bouncing her crying so-n on her lap. After spreading out the blanket on the carpet where my wife had indicated, I took Little Demarcus from her bosom and gave him his pacifier. He calmed down, allowing me to change his shi-tty diaper without incident.

"Boy, that must be nice," Carla said as she watched me work from the comfort of her recliner. She smiled at her so-n. "I sure wish I'd have had a Jody around when you were a baby, as much as you messed your diapers."

Pam chuckled and rested her head on Demarcus's muscular shoulder. "Sounds like Little D takes after his da-d in more ways than one."

Carla pouted at me. "Aw, poor Jody — if Little D is anything like his da-ddy was, you must change a lot of diapers, huh?"

"Um, it's okay, ma'am, that's what I'm here for." I managed a weak smile after my reply fell flat.

When the baby was changed, I handed him to his mo-ther and discarded the dirty diaper in the mudroom trash bin before returning to the living room and standing at attention with my hands folded in front of my apron.

Demarcus smiled at his mo-ther. "So, Ma, what do you want Jody to do first?"

"Well, you said on the phone he gives expert foot massages. My feet are killing me — is it okay if I have him do that first?"

Pam tsked. "Come on, now, Ma, you don't need to ask — Jody's here for whatever you want. All you have to do is snap your fingers and he'll do it."

"Well, shoot, in that case ..." Carla pushed up her recliner's footstool, raised her hand high in the air and snapped her fingers. "I want a foot massage — get to it, Jody."

"Yes, Ma'am." I curtsied. "Um, I packed the lotion I use for my master and mistress's foot massages if you want me to run upstairs and get it from the bag."

Demarcus frowned. "Don't you think you should check with your mistress and me before you go offering up our special foot lotion, sissy?"

Blo-od drained from my face as I executed a shaky curtsy. "Oh, sir, please, please, sir, I didn't mean ... I ... uh ..."

My master laughed and waved his hand. "I'm just messing with you, sissy."

Carla held her hand over her mouth. "Oh, my gawd, that poor little thing is SO afraid of you."

Demarcus leaned back and smirked. "I like him being afraid of me. Keeps him on his little sissy toes."

I stood there for a mo-ment unsure of what to do before curtsying toward my master. "Um, permission to speak?"

Ronald guffawed. "Damn, he needs permission to speak, even?"

Demarcus nodded. "He speaks only when spoken to."

"Nobody wants to hear anything he has to say anyway," Pam added, crinkling her nose.

Demarcus leaned back on the couch, stroking my wife's thigh and letting me stand there for several more seconds, showing off for his parents, before finally nodding. "What, sissy? Speak."

I curtsied again. "Um, sir, I wasn't sure ... uh, if it was okay to use your special foot lotion, sir."

Demarcus slapped his head. "Yes, jeez, you little pansy, I told you I was just messing with you. Go get it. Of course, you can use it on my mo-m."

After I'd curtsied and headed toward the stairs, I heard Ronald sniff. "Gawd damn, so-n, you got that poor little sissy so scared, he can't even think straight."

Within a few minutes I was on my knees in front of Carla's recliner, rubbing lotion into her feet as she relaxed with her sle-eping grandso-n in her lap and a satisfied look on her face.

"Ahh, this is wonderful," she said. "I'm starting to like this arrangement of yours more and more. Ronald, we need to get us a Jody."

"That would be nice," Ronald agreed, eyeing me. "Pam, I find it hard to believe a beautiful woman like you is married to a little poof like this."

"Well, he didn't always dress as a girl," Pam said. "Believe it or not, he used to be a man — although obviously not half the man your so-n is."

"Obviously not." Ronald sneered at me. "So, sissy, my so-n just took your wife off you? Didn't you try to hold onto her?"

I lowered my eyes and continuing rubbing Carla's feet. "Um, sir, when they met at the gym, it was love at first sight. From the first day I knew there was nothing I could ever do to stop them from being together."

"So, you asked if you could stick around and be their little bitch? Don't you have any damn pride, sissy?"

Carla frowned at her husband. "Hush, Ronald, the poor thing loves her, and he'll do anything for her. I think it's kinda sweet."

Ronald scoffed. "Well, it might be sweet — but I'll be goddamned if I'd stick around like a sap after my woman told me she didn't want me."

"That's because you're not a little sissy, Pop," Demarcus said.

Pam nodded. "No, sir, you're not. Demarcus told me — you were a better running back in college than he was."

"Yeah, but I wasn't smart like he was — I screwed around in school, so when I blew out my Achilles tendon, I had no backup. This boy went to law school and studied hard, so when he went down with that knee injury, he had something to fall back on."

"And became the best trial lawyer in town," Carla said as she adjusted her foot in my hand and smiled at Pam. "We don't get your guys' channels way out here, but Demarcus sends us videos of his commercials. We're so proud of him."

"He's a damn ambulance-chaser," Ronald joshed his so-n.

"I made enough money chasing those ambulances to buy you this dump, didn't I, old man?" Demarcus kidded back.

"Well, it is a dump." Carla looked down at me. "When you're done with these feet, you've got a WHOLE lot of cleaning to do, understand?"

"Y-yes, Ma'am," I replied.

After I finished Carla's foot rub, I spent the next several hours cleaning her house nonstop, until it was time for bed. I was exhausted and was looking forward to crawling into my Dora the Explorer sle-eping bag, but as soon as I entered the guest bedroom, Demarcus grabbed my shoulder and pressed his lips against my ear.

"Listen, sissy, I want you to go out to the garage, but be quiet opening and closing the side door," he said "My da-d's out there; do whatever he says, you hear?"

"Y-yes, sir."

With a lungful of apprehension, I skulked into the garage to find Ronald in his bathrobe leering at me. He unraveled the drawstring and uncloaked a cock that was even bigger than his so-n's howitzer.

He snapped his fingers. "Get over here, sissy, and put those dick-sucking lips to work."

With my head hung low, I edged toward my master's fa-ther and sank to my knees. He repeatedly slapped my cheek with his fat dick, and it hurt.

"Mama's had a bad back, and she hasn't been up for any lovin'," he explained as he shoved his cock down my throat. "It's been a while — so this probably won't take long."

He was right. Ronald shot his load down my gullet in what seemed to be less than two minutes.

"You keep quiet about this, you hear?" Ronald grabbed my hair and for-ced me to look at him. "I don't want Carla finding out. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," I said, licking the inside of my mouth to dispel the taste of cum.

Ronald slapped me in the face and I doubled over rubbing my cheek.

"Good job, bitch, you'll be doing that a lot in the next few days. What do you say?"

"T-thank you, sir."

Without another word, he turned and strolled into the house.

I knelt there sobbing for a few minutes before pulling myself together and heading inside. After tiptoeing up the stairs and inching open the guest bedroom door, I slipped inside the room to find my masters cuddled up on the bed asle-ep.

As quietly as I could, I removed my maid's frock, pulled my sle-eping back from under the bed and rested my weary bones at my masters' feet. I lay in the darkness contemplating the long days of work ahead of me before finally drifting off to sle-ep.

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