Black Cat (Part I) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part I)

... before I could even say a single syllable, she broke out laughing. God, her face looked beautiful when she laughed. It was like her face was all lips, teeth, and eyes. She pushed me away, playfully.

“As dad jokes go: kudos, Sir!”

“Did you just call me a Dad?”

“Oh, sorry, I meant granddad…”

I gave her a fake hurt look. “Granddad? Now come on!”

“How old are you?”

“48. That’s not granddad age. That’s prime dad age if anything”

“So… wait… if you had kids when you were 18… and they had kids when they were 18 and you were 36… then your daughter would now be… yes, checks out, you could be my Granddad. Sir.”

This was her biggest smile yet. And I held her gaze, smiled back. My cock got hard. I could feel it move up from the legs of my jeans and it probably stood out sideways but I sure as hell wouldn’t look down and give her a reason to look where I was looking.

“Hungry, granddaughter?”

“Yes, Granddad, starving actually. And you know, old people shouldn’t eat too late in the evening, it wreaks havoc on their digestive system”.

A wink that made my cock twitch so hard I flinched… and with this, she turned around, took the last pancake from the pan, put it on the stack, took the warming plate, and walked to the dining table”

“Are you coming or do you need your walker?”

We sat down. I brought two plates, two big glasses, and a pitcher with water and ice cubes. Cat slid a pancake off the stack onto my plate and took one herself. I poured water ...

... for both of us and she emptied the glass in one long gulp.

“Whoa. Thirsty much?”

“It’s kind of my thing… maybe I’ll explain it to you later. But for now, may I ask for some water, please?”

I poured her another glass full, she moved it to her lips and took a tiny sip. She licked her lips.

“Delicious! San Pellegrino?”

“Tap”

“Same thing, just a different tap”.

We smiled at each other. Damn, she’s something else. Something else.

We ate. The pancakes were… simply delicious. I had never eaten anything like it. Rich and soft, spicy as hell, the broccoli and herbs gave them a nice twist. I had five. Cat had three. And two more glasses of water. Where the hell does she put it?

“This was really good. Pancakes. Who knew?”

“People who don’t use pancake mix do.”

“Touche”

“What?”

“Touche. It means something like ‘You got me’”.

“Yes, I think I got you… granddad.”

“Ouch. Can we please stop this?”

“We can. But do we want to?”

“Yes, I want to”

“We will consider it”.

“OK, let me clean up the mess… I dunno… do you want to go downstairs, or do you have to do homework or do you want to, like, hang out?”

“I want to, like, hang out… I’m definitely not going downstairs. This would just mean that you come down every half hour to check on me. Right?”

“Uhm, right. Sorry, I promised your mom”.

“So, hang out it is. Do you have Netflix?”

“Yeah… we can watch Netflix, but I also have quite a movie collection. Maybe you find something you ...