Chapter 5: Grand Dad's Call

The phone was ringing. It woke Kathy. She was on Mommy's bed in a tangle of women flesh. Her face was nestled between Mommy's thighs, little sister Becky hugged her knees. Girls-only night had been a lot of fun, just the three of them cuming and kissing and cuming again.

"Hello," she said sleepily.

It was Grand Dad, "hello, yourself! Is this Becky or Kathy?"

"Hi Grand Dad, it's Kathy. How are you?"

"Doin' just great! How's my little grand daughter?"

"I'm not so little, I'm almost --"

"Say, is your Dad home?" Grand Dad was always in a rush.

"No, he and Billy went hunting for a new house slave last night. I don't think they're back yet."

"New house slave? What happened to that little black-haired girl we caught last spring?"

"Oh, she ran away. The police are still looking for her."

"Ran away? What happened? Billy try to brand her or somethin'," Grand Dad chuckled. "That Billy, he's a handful."

"No, I told her I was going to use her to practice for my fisting test and she disappeared. The police say her family is probably hiding her in poor town." She still remembered the evenings she'd had to help Daddy fish the ungrateful girl from under the bed in her cell when she didn't want to play hangman or pin the tail on the domestic.

"Good grief, you give some unfortunate a break, bring them into your home then get all huffy when you treat them like family. I don't know what the world's coming to.

"Say, is your mom there? Put 'er on, would ya."

"Just a minute. Mommy, it's Grand Dad."

Mommy wiped the sleep from her eyes as she took the receiver. "Hi, Dad, how's everything on the island?"

Her face grew serious as she listened to his reply.

"It was just -- I wasn't expecting -- " Mommy sounded defensive.

"All right, we'll pack and come right away. I won't forget. I'm sorry, Dad. Good-bye."

Mommy hung up the phone. She looked pale. "I'm afraid Grand Dad's a little upset over the scene we caused at Junior League."

"Oh, no! How'd he find out about that?"

"The story was on the front page of the Trojan newsletter. He says there's even a picture of us asleep with your arm up my ass."

"We weren't asleep, we were unconscious. Remember?" Kathy balked.

"None of that, young lady. He says our trying to run away was the result of your father's lax discipline."

"Mommy, you have to be kidding!"

"I'm afraid not. He's rearranged his schedule so we can spend the next two weeks in his personal dungeon." She looked down at her breasts, the teeth marks and cigarette burns were just now starting to disappear.

"I've never been with Grand Dad. Daddy always says I can't 'cause he plays too rough."

"He's national president emeritus of the Trojans. You don't earn an honour like that by being weak," Mommy corrected.

"But what about school?" Kathy whined. "I've got --"

"Don't worry, you're Grand Dad's already called the school. You can make up your sex-ed assignments when we get back and you'll get extra credit, kind of like a field trip." Mommy was trying to sound positive and soothing, but she couldn't shake her misgivings.

"After all, we did try to run and, and its an... an honour to be instructed by a professional. Do you realize the President sent his daughter and the First Lady to Grand Dad when they refused to entertain the King of Siam's race horses?"

"Of course, we watched the documentary in our contemporary issues class. After Grand Dad finished with them, the First Lady and the First Daughter did those horses like they'd been looking forward to it all their lives."

"Yes, Grand Dad is a hero. So, let's do our duty and get packing."

"Okay, Mommy," Kathy just hoped she wouldn't have to do anything that would keep her from winning the school's tightest pussy contest for a fourth consecutive year.