The Blue Life Ch. 04: Jillian

"And he's my Dominant,. my Master too." My mother explained.

"So he forces you to have sex with him?"

"Only when I beg him to take me."

"And...and you beg him? You like that?"

My mother purred and stretched her bare foot. It touched Jillian's knee and slid up her thigh to the hem of her skirt. "I love it! It's one of my fantasies. And Master has been very good about helping me live out my fantasies."

"But..."but...with your son...that's incest." Jillian whispered the last word like it was a dirty secret.

I didn't know where Dad was going with this. I interjected, "Yes, it's incest. And Mom loves being dominated. Are you pretending that shocks you now?"

Jillian eyed me playing with my mother's tit and nervously laughed. "It surprises me, I guess. But I'm not in any position to judge anyone else." She licked her lips and took a sip of wine.

"It's no more incest than what Uncle Nick does with my Dad," I countered.

Jillian's eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched. "You know about Andrew and that twisted, fat fuck?"

I choked on my beer. I had never heard my Dad talk about his brother that way. I said, "Yes. They've been lovers for decades. And have sex together when you go on those fishing trips. That's incest too. Right?"

Jillian's eyes teared up. "They're not lovers! There's no making love. Nick is a rapist!" Jillian spat the words out. "They don't even have sex. Nick is psychotic. It's torture, plain and simple. There's nothing loving, or caring, like you have. It's something really sick. That's why I'm around. So Andrew doesn't have to go through that shit by himself."

My mother gasped. "Oh my. No!" She saw something I didn't. "Oh, Jillian, Sweetie." Jillian was crying. Big sobs. Flowing tears, streaked her mascara. My mother leaned forward, got up on her knees and hugged Jillian. Mom pulled Jillian to her chest. "And Nick makes Andrew dress like a woman." Jillian snuffled snot and nodded. "How long has that been going on?" My mother asked.

"I don't know." Jillian set down her wine glass and shrugged. "As long as I can remember."

"So when Nick forces Dad..." I didn't really know my Uncle Nick. It dawned on me that maybe my Dad had spent a lifetime protecting me from him.

"I'm there to take care of him. I make sure Andrew doesn't...doesn't feel that."

My mother held Jillian at arms length. "Thank you, Jillian. I love my Andrew very much."

"I know. He loves you too. More than he can say. He's really a good man," Jillian insisted.

"Yes, he is. But maybe that's because you've taken care of my Baby Boy." My mother kissed Jillian's forehead.

"You've taken care of him too," Jillian offered, still crying.

"We all do our best." My mother kissed Jillian's lips lightly and affectionately. Mom said, "Jillian, would it surprise you to know that Andrew is my Master's submissive too?"

Jillian looked at me skeptically. "He has sex with you, his son?"

I grinned, not understanding what was going on. I get straight "A"s in school. But sometimes I can be a complete idiot about stuff that others find obvious. "He mostly has sex with both of us," I explained.

"That's been a fantasy of mine," my mother said, "Two men at once. Years ago my fantasy was identical twins. But being between a father and son is better." My mother turned, took my hand, kissed the palm and held it to her face.

"And do you force him to suck your cock?" Jillian looked at me. She was angry.

I scrunched up my face. "I've asked him to. Yeah, I've told him to, I guess. And, yeah, Dad's a really good cock sucker," I chuckled, "But I didn't force him. I love my Dad. He's my sub. And I care for my subs. Besides, we have safe words."

"Safe words?" Tears were still running down Jillian's cheeks.

"Yellow Card and Red Card. They're soccer terms," I tried to explain.

"A Yellow Card is just a warning, that maybe a scene or game or training or discipline is going too far or too fast," my mother said.

"If I get a Yellow Card," I said, "I know that I need to shift direction, ease up or change my tone. I may be the Master, but the Sub holds the ultimate control."

"And the Red Card?" Jillian asked.

"The Red Card means everything stops right away. Shackles and bonds are immediately removed. All discipline, sex, or whatever is going on that day ends, without any guilt or recrimination," Mom explained.

Jillian looked skeptically at me. "And you would do that? Just stop?"

"Slow means Slow, and No means No." I shrugged.

"I've pulled the Yellowcard a few times," Blue continued, "Especially when my training first began and I had less of an idea about what and where my limits are. But I've never come close to pulling the Redcard."

Jillian wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I think I understand. It's about honesty and trust. Faith in your Master. Nick wouldn't care about any of that."

"Jillian?" My Mom said, "Your makeup has run from crying. It's all streaked. You look a bit like Alice Cooper now."

Jillian laughed bitterly. "Yeah. My mascara runs when I cry. I get the kind that does that. Nick likes that. He gets off on that."

My hands balled into fists. "That creepy fat fuck," I muttered under my breath.

"He's so fucking gross," Jillian agreed.

My mother kissed the tip of Jillian's nose. "You won't ever have to be with that bastard ever again, Jillian. We promise."

"You can't promise that," Jillian gasped.

"I'm the Master of this House. And I give you my word." I tried to sound like it was a proclamation. It probably came out lame.

Jillian looked rapidly back and forth between my mother and I. It was like she was calculating something in her head. "I believe you. I want to believe you. I trust you both," she finally said, and she hugged my Mom. I stroked Jillian's hair. God, it was a shitty wig! Really cheap. Jillian needed a better wig!

My mother spoke up. "Go fix your makeup, Jillian. We'll wait for you here." Blue looked up at me. "Sir, can you stay a bit longer? I know you've got studies."

"No. I'll stay."

Jillian looked at my mother. "Do you want me to go? Should Andrew come back now? I can get changed."

"No, Sweetie. I really like you, Jillian. And I'm learning so much from you. There's so much to know. For instance, you could give me pointers on how to apply makeup, except for the mascara." My mother smiled.

Jillian got up and started to walk toward the bedroom. "You don't need any makeup, Margie. You're naturally gorgeous." My mother blushed. "OK, I'll be right back," Jillian said.

As soon as Jillian left, my mother kissed me and whispered conspiratorially, "Sir, you are the Master of the House. But I need you to promise me something. You will not try to dominate Jillian."

"Are you jealous?"

"I'm envious of her ass! God damn, that dress does not look that good on me from behind. And her legs go on for days!" My mother chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry, sir. Jillian's hot. But...Please, promise me?"

"Dad is already my sub."

"But Jillian is not."

I was confused. "Look, if you don't want me to have sex with Jillian, I can understand that, Blue."

"Sir, I do want us both to make love with Jillian. We just can't command her to do that. Understand?"

"Not one bit," I said, "I'm confused by this whole evening. But I won't go all Dom on Jillian. I promise. But how do you expect us to make love with her?"

My mother kissed me sweetly. "Silly, we can do it the old fashioned way. I plan on seducing her. Will you help me?"

Before I could answer, Jillian was back in the room. "I'm back!" She sang, "Did j'all miss me?" She still looked like she had been crying. But her makeup was fixed. She wasn't wearing the boots any more, but still had on the white silk stockings. I looked at her feet as she picked up her wine glass and curled her feet underneath herself. Her toes were painted red to match her nails. "I put your boots back in the closet, Margie. Thanks for letting me borrow your clothes."

"It's not the first time. Is it?" My mother asked.

"No. We've been borrowing them for years. We should have bought our own. But, wearing your clothes, well, it has always made me feel more..." Jillian struggled for the word.

"More feminine?" I was trying to help.

"More safe and sane," Jillian sighed and finished her wine. "I know that's weird, but thank you, Margie."

"That's not weird at all. And I'm glad I could help." Mom said. "I'm sorry I didn't know. But I promise you, you will never have to see Nick again."

Jillian sighed. "That's great. I don't fully believe that. But, even though that idea is wonderful, it kind of scares me too."

"Scares you? Why?" I had finished my beer and set the bottle down. My mother was curled next to me, her thigh over my legs. She was tracing a pattern on my polo shirt, touching my abs and chest. It was starting to get me excited. "What scares you, Da--I mean, Jillian."

"If Andrew is safe. Maybe, I won't be needed anymore."

"What if Blue and I need you?" I suggested.

My mother perked up and kissed me. "My Master is right we do need you, Jillian! For one, I haven't had a girlfriend I can share clothes and secrets with in ages!"

"That sounds like...like fun."

"It will be fun. Jillian," I said, "In fact, I need your help with something right now."

Jillian smiled. "What can I do to help?"

I started caressing Blue, down her arms, along the curve of her ass, along her thigh to the inside of her knee. "Do you think Blue is lovely?"

"Master!" Blue playfully slugged me.

"Robert, she's stunning. Easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"I know! Right? I saw you eyeing her breasts."

"I'm envious. I wish my tits were half that nice. Honestly? My tits are a couple pairs of rolled up gym socks tucked in a bra." Jillian gave a bitter laugh.

I looked at Jillian seriously. "Well, we will have to do something about that," I said, matter-of-factly.

"Like what?"

"They make silicone prosthetics. They even have nipples. We'll get you a set. Maybe several sets to wear with different outfits. They would look and feel more like real tits." I cupped my mother's breasts. "Would you like to see Blue's beautiful breasts, Jillian?"

Jillian swallowed hard. "Margie, I don't want to embarrass you."

"I like being embarrassed a little. And I want you to see my tits, Jillian," Blue admitted.

"Blue, sit up and cross your legs." Immediately she did as instructed. "Look, Jillian! See how hard my submissive's nipples are. She's very excited."

"I am, Sir. I'm excited that Jillian is here, looking at me. I've never been submissive in front of a woman before."

"Arms above your head, Blue." I started inching her tank top higher. "No, I've never exposed you in front of one of your girlfriends before. And since you two are going to be sharing clothes, we had better get Jillian prosthetics that match your breasts."

"Oh, Sir! That's a lovely idea! We'll have the same size boobs!" My mom laughed and cupped her breasts. "We'll be Tittie Twins!"

"You would do that for me?" Jillian shook her head incredulously.

I lifted my my mother's tank top above her breasts. I caressed the underside of them and pinched her nipples. "Of course we will, Jillian. You're part of the family now. At least under a blouse, your tits will look just like these!"

"Can I...can I touch them? Can I touch you, Blue?" Jillian asked.

I nodded and smiled. "I want you to Sweetie," my mother said. Jillian tentatively caressed Blue's right breast. My mother moaned.

"Jillian, you're helping my sub live out one of her greatest fantasies."

"I am?" Jillian acted surprised. "What's that?"

"She's always wanted to be kissed by a girl, and to sexually play with a woman."

"Please, Jillian?" Blue reached out.

Jillian leaned down and kissed my mother, lightly. Their mouths were closed.

"I wish my tits looked like yours," Jillian whispered.

"They will," I said.

"I wish my hair was as silky, long and pretty as yours."

"We'll get you a really nice wig, Jillian, in a matching hairstyle. Would that be all right, Blue?"

"Perfect, Master. We will look like sisters! Can we get matching lingerie too?"

Jillian gasped at the thought. She bent down and licked and sucked Blue's nipples. She quickly looked up to see if she was doing it right. She whispered, "This is exciting. I've never been with a woman."

My mother smiled, "Me neither. I want you to be my first, Jillian." And Blue kissed Jillian passionately. I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly, because my pants had suddenly become painfully tight.

"I wish I could be a real woman for you. You both deserve better than me." Jillian cast her eyes down.

I reached out and touched Jillian's cheek. She looked down and saw my erection and became nervous. I immediately regretted taking it out. I sighed. "Jillian, you are a very real woman" I touched her ear. "You're a very beautiful woman. A very sexy woman. Do you find me attractive?"

"You're so young, Robert."

"I'm twenty-one."

"And I'm middle aged."

"You're my fantasy, Jillian."

"I've got socks for tits and I tuck! I'm just a lie."

"Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked her again.

"Yes," Jillian whispered. "Of course. You're a hunk, Robert."

"Can I kiss you, Jillian? Please?" I asked.

"You're going to make me cry again. No man has ever asked me that."

I kissed Jillian, softly. She smelled and tasted nothing like my dad. She kissed me back. "I'm not real," she whispered on the edge of tears.

"You feel real to me." And we kissed more passionately. My mother interlaced her fingers with Jillian's. Then, together they caressed my throbbing cock with their intertwined hands.

"Jillian, I think this is my deep, secret fantasy." I confessed. "To be with two women at the same time." And I caressed my fingers down their spines, simultaneously. Goose bumps rose on their arms.

"But..." Jillian tried to argue.

"I haven't finished, because my fantasy has changed, just now. My fantasy is to be with two very similar, beautiful women. Except one of them is very special. Unique."

"She's gorgeous, like your Mom?" Jillian asked.

I kissed my mother. I kissed Jillian. "You're both gorgeous. No. My fantasy is this..." I looked Jillian in the eyes. "One of the women, has a beautiful, graceful, feminine cock and balls, just like yours," I whispered.

"Really? That is your fantasy?"

"It is now." I nodded.

"Are you excited, Jillian?" My mother asked.

Jillian bit her lower lip and nodded. "Very." My mother felt down the smooth front of the fancy, sparkly dress. "But you're still tucked. Isn't that painful?"

Jillian smiled a shy, crooked smile and nodded again. "Yes. Very." She laughed a little, and there was genuine mirth there.

My mother went on, "It would make me very happy if you would hike up that sexy skirt, and show us your pretty girl-cock and balls, Jillian. Please?"

Jillian raised her skirt. The stockings were being held up by a white garter belt. She began to ease down a pair of plain white panties that she had put on over the garter. I helped draw the panties down, caressing her ass a bit as I lowered them. I marveled at how taunt, toned, smooth, feminine, hairless and sexy Jillian's ass felt. But, she was still tucked, looking like a sexless Barbie doll. Perfectly smooth. And that wasn't sexy at all. "Please?" I begged. "I need to see it," I whispered in her ear.

She relaxed her leg muscles and her stiff cock sprang forward and curved up.

"Oh! Such a beautiful, graceful, girlie cock!" My mother exclaimed.

Jillian beamed with pride. "Nobody's ever said anything like that to me. I've always been made to feel like such a freak."

"By a big, fat, psychotic fuck-head," my mother sneered, "Don't ever listen to that asshole, Jillian."

"Blue is right. That jerk should be just a fading memory. Pay attention to the people who love you. You are not broken in any way that we want to see fixed."

Jillian laughed. It was bright and infectious now. "Except my titties and this God awful wig!"

I laughed too. "You are much, much prettier than that wig, Jillian," I agreed.

My mother took my hand and brought it to Jillian's cock. As Jillian and Blue stroked my shaft, Blue and I stroked Jillian. Jillian jumped, and got a deer-in-headlights look on her face. Then she closed her eyes, and gave in to the bliss.

My mother leaned in and kissed Jillian. She whispered to her. "You're so beautiful, Jillian. You excite me so much. Can I kiss your pretty cock?"

Jillian bit her lip and nodded. Blue leaned down and kissed the head of Jillian's cock and licked a dollop of pre-cum from the tip. Then Blue turned and kissed the shaft of my cock. She licked up to the head, and sucked the purple crown into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the underside of the head and sucked. When she lifted her head, my penis made a popping sound coming out of her mouth.

She came back up and kissed us both quickly. "You both taste so good. Can I finish you off together?"

I smiled. "No, Blue. It's time to live out our fantasies together. First, peel off those yoga pants."

"Yes, Sir." And she did. She wasn't wearing any panties. Unless she's having her period, she's forbidden to wear panties. Jillian and I together admired the curve of her ass and the beautiful lips of her excited, bare shaven cunt. "Master? Remember your promise."

"Sit on the armrest of the couch, Blue." I turned to Jillian. "Jillian, my mother has fantasized about having a beautiful woman lick her pussy."

Jillian looked apprehensive. "But...but...I've never. I mean. I really don't know how."

My mother said, "Do you want to, Sweetie?"

With a broad smile Jillian replied, "Right now, more than anything in the world, Margie"

"Then I'm sure you will make up for whatever you lack in technique with lots of enthusiasm," I told Jillian. Then I whispered in her ear. "Please? Can I do the same thing?"

Jillian happily kissed me. "We can share your mother, your sub, if that's what you mean, Robert."

I shook my head. "No. I want to please you, Jillian. I want to take your pretty girl-cock in my mouth. I've never done that. I've never had anyone's cock in my mouth. But I hope to make up for my lack of skill with great enthusiasm."

Jillian looked at me, confused, shocked, surprised and excited. "Never? But, you really don't need to do that."

I laughed a little. "No, I wouldn't be asking if I didn't need to do this. But please, I need you to tell me to do it. I would like you to tell me to suck your girl-cock."

My mother was listening to our exchange. It excited her so much she started stroking her slit, toying with the button of her distended clit. "Tell him, Jillian," she said.

"But, nobody's ever done that. And he's the dominant. And...and...and..."

My mother reached out and pulled Jillian toward her. She kissed the gorgeous, cross-dressing she-male, and then began to guide Jillian's head lower. "Tell him, girlfriend! This is a day of firsts."

Jillian began to lick along the length of Blue's pussy. I sighed, enjoying the sight, but I was a little disappointed. Then, between licks and slurps, Jillian spoke. "Robert..." Lick. "I need..." Suck. "...you to take me in your mouth..." Swirl. "Please, suck on my girl-cock. Make me your lover. Mmm. Make me cum. Just like..," lick, "I'm gonna make your mama cum."

I climbed up on the couch behind Jillian. Her skirt was flipped up, exposing her fantastic ass. It was framed by the white garter belt, and the straps in the back, holding up her stockings. What an ass! I couldn't help myself. I spread her cheeks and licked from just behind her balls, up along the crack of her ass until my tongue was swirling and stabbing at the pink and brown rosebud of Jillian's asshole. Jillian moaned. But my mother coughed, "Her cock! Suck her cock!"