"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 asleep, 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 grandchild 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 grandson.”
Carla nodded. “You two do make beautiful babies — now, are you going to give us a granddaughter 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 son on the back. “Yeah, your mom 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 Mom 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 son 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 son, 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 son — 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 child? 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 reasons, Ma’am, but as long as I can be a part of her life … and your son and grandson’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 ****** 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 son. “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 shit.”
Carla smacked her husband’s arm. “Be nice, now.”
Demarcus chortled and shrugged. “Well, I’m not gonna lie, *** — 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 son 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 *** 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 grandson to anything too weird. Jody’s just like one of the ******, 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 Mom 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 sleeps on the floor by our bed. Jody, tell Na-Na about the new sleeping 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 Mom 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 Mom 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 father 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.
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 asleep, 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 grandchild 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 grandson.”
Carla nodded. “You two do make beautiful babies — now, are you going to give us a granddaughter 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 son on the back. “Yeah, your mom 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 Mom 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 son 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 son, 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 son — 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 child? 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 reasons, Ma’am, but as long as I can be a part of her life … and your son and grandson’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 ****** 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 son. “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 shit.”
Carla smacked her husband’s arm. “Be nice, now.”
Demarcus chortled and shrugged. “Well, I’m not gonna lie, *** — 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 son 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 *** 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 grandson to anything too weird. Jody’s just like one of the ******, 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 Mom 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 sleeps on the floor by our bed. Jody, tell Na-Na about the new sleeping 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 Mom 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 Mom 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 father 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.
