“Ah…home sweet home,” my father moaned happily.
By now, Aunt Sophia had turned off the showers, now helping to towel me dry, and then herself as mom continued to sit there sucking dad off.
Ok, so that was a little weird too. But then the really weird thing was…I was actually finding it interesting to watch that. It took me back a few years to see her doing that. In fact, the few times I had snuck in to see what was going on, having heard what sounded like moans and groans coming from their bedroom. Much of my early information had come from that, though never once had it been so blatantly performed right there in front of me the way mom was doing it now.
Fully hard and erect, mom removed her mouth from dad’s cock, and then as nonchalant as she could possibly be, turned to my Aunt.
“Hand me that towel so I can dry off,” she asked her. “And while I do that…I’m willing to bet Jeff would enjoy feeling what it’s like while you’re sucking him.”
“Yes, indeed I would!” Dad said turning to face my Aunt Sophia, though not before smiling at me, actually winking as he did that. And though I caught that when he did…admittedly, my own attention was now forcefully drawn down to his dick as he stood there.
Sure…I’d seen his penis before, standing side by side at a urinal or two…but I had never once seen it so hard. Hell, I’d never actually seen much of it even when I’d spied on the two of them having sex. After all…it happened to be inside mom at the time when I’d actually looked in on them, so I obviously hadn’t seen it hard then, even though it obviously had been. Now…here I was, actually looking at it…looking at dad’s dick!
The first thing I immediately noticed, making this sudden mental comparison of myself to dad. Was the fact that I really didn’t look anything like him in that department at all. We were completely different from one another in a lot of ways. For one…even as hard as he now was, which he was…I was at least an inch or so longer than he was, even a bit thicker around perhaps, though that one would have been a pretty close call. The biggest, and most obvious difference being, I had more of a slim,
tapered cock-head than he did. Dads to be perfectly honest, looked like a fucking doorknob. No wonder mom said she’d never allow…or had ever allowed dad to fuck her ass. Now I could see why. He’d never get it in her for one thing, though I’m sure she most certainly enjoyed it up inside her pussy, which I almost felt jealous about when sitting there looking at it. Up until my Aunt showed a little difficulty in trying to actually suck it, not accomplishing that nearly as well, or as enthusiastically as she’d done with me.
She mostly just licked and lapped at it like a fucking ice-cream cone, as she knelt there on the floor in front of him. And though dad certainly seemed to enjoy getting his prick sucked by my Aunt for the very first time, I suddenly found myself glad that I didn’t have a fat fucking mushroom sitting on the head of my dick the way he did.
But I guess sitting there watching this had a profound effect on me too, something I wasn’t as fully aware of yet as I soon after found I was. Which is when I also found out, I wasn’t nearly as weirded out as I had been. I actually had an erection again.
“Ah…what I wouldn’t give to have my own youth back again,” my old man started looking over towards where I remained sitting, my youthful prick standing up proud and excited again. Mom finished toweling off and turned chuckling at me.
“Maybe so…what youth makes up for in the ability to bounce back quickly, you on the other hand have the stamina that comes with experience and age. Both of which have their good…and their bad points,” mom said, smiling at us both. “And speaking of which, I’d much rather take this someplace a bit more comfortable than remaining here,” she then added. “How about…we take a breather, have a bite to eat, and then see where things go from there?”
Dad agreed, though none too happily I might add. It was obvious he was hoping for, and expecting an orgasm of his own. But mom made it pretty clear that was going to have to wait for a bit.
“We need to get Jacob dressed and fed,” she told him. “Can’t have him sitting there in the nude waiting for you to toss a load now can we?” She asked, not needing…nor expecting a reply to that. And even Aunt Sophia had stood up by then, helping me to stand up out of the shower where she’d already begun removing the waterproof wraps they’d earlier placed around my casts.
“When does he get those damn things off anyway?” dad asked.
“Maybe by next week…provided they’ve healed enough by then. We see the doctor again on Friday for more x-rays. We should know for sure by then just how well he’s doing.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” Dad quickly added. “Don’t forget, my sister and our niece will be coming to pay us a visit for a week, they’re curious to see how Jacob’s doing for one thing, but…it’s also been almost two years now since we’ve seen them last.”
Mom sighed. “I know. And just when things start getting interesting and exciting around here, we end up with guests in the house. And you know damn good and well, your sister and I don’t get along very well, though admittedly…I am looking forward to seeing my niece again. I really have missed seeing her these past couple of years. Only wish Diane had allowed Bethany to come out and visit us last year by herself the way she wanted to. But then of course your sister…if she couldn’t get away too, she wasn’t about to let Bethany come all by herself either.”
Dad reluctantly had started dressing again, just as we all did. “You know damn good and well that was more George’s fault than it was my sister’s. He has always been a strict disciplinarian. He’s never agreed with the way you and I raised Jacob, always thinking and saying we were too liberal, too easy going on him. Just as he’s always been with Bethany, hardly ever letting her out of his sight, let alone letting her even date. Hell Carol, she’s Twenty now…only a few months away from turning twenty one, and I’m willing to bet…she’s still a fucking virgin!”
“She may well be…but that’s her choice, not her fathers, regardless of what he says,” mom replied back. “Though admittedly…now that she’s finally left him, perhaps some of that will change. I’ve always found it interesting that you and your sister could be so polar opposites from one another in your beliefs and the way you acted. Even though you once told me…you and your sister were just as close growing up together, as Sophia and I were.”
I noticed a curious look come into dad’s eyes upon hearing her say that, though dad thought better of continuing on the conversation here. “That was a long time ago honey…Diane’s been through a lot, made some personal decisions for herself, though marrying George wasn’t a very good one as far as I’m concerned. The others…well, things change, people change…life goes on, even amongst family.”
And with that, dad left the room, leaving me to sit there and wonder.
I wondered too about my cousin Bethany…though she hated being called that. Something I knew and remembered. Which is why I only called her Beth, something my now Ex-Uncle George hated my doing and constantly reminded me of. Whenever we were alone together at least, I continued calling her Beth. Something she was always appreciative of, and once…even showing me just how much she had been. Much to my surprise.
**
As mom and my Aunt went about preparing breakfast for everyone, dad had wheeled me outside to the patio table where he as usual was content to sip his coffee and read the paper. Enjoying the peace and quiet of simply being outside again, I closed my eyes…not in sleep, but in thought. I smiled inwardly, remembering times past, that last trip out to see them when Beth had graduated from high school back then, and what had happened afterwards. Something to this day, I still have many fond memories thinking back on, even more so now…knowing that they…that she would soon be here again.
I’d always been affectionately close to my cousin to begin with, though that was due to having a bit of a crush on her in the first place. Something I honestly had never acted on of course, I mean after all…she was my cousin. And Beth in fact, aside from her teasing me on occasion, had never once hinted at, or suggested anything even remotely sexual in nature…again, aside from a bit of teasing here and there, a dirty joke or two…
or sex secrets we sometimes shared. So maybe in a way perhaps…that could be construed as semi-sexual in nature between us. But the fact was…even if either one of us entertained thoughts about that, we never once ever acted on them.
Until that last night just before we came home, which was the last time I’d seen her.
Up until that very evening, the entire week’s stay had actually been a fairly pleasant one. Uncle George was his usual self, but not overly obnoxious the way I most often found him to be. Until Beth had asked to be allowed to stay out late for the senior graduation party, something he refused to let her do. Curfew was still eleven o’clock, come hell or high water, as long as she was living there, according to my uncle anyway. And just because she had graduated, and was of legal age even…so long as she lived under his roof…she was to live by his rules. Period!
It was the first time mom had ever directly tried to buy in…which naturally ended in words being said that had ended the night…our last night, with more than a little friction hanging over everyone. Diane had been forced to side with her husband of course, though I felt like she had initially tried to keep from taking any side. George of course, wasn’t about to let her do that, insisting she back up his reasoning against my mother.