Sometime during the night, the rain started. We awakened to a gray, wet day. It was even chilly in the house so t-shirts and sweat pants or robes were in order. We all liked to be nude at home, but there are times when clothing is needed for protection or because of a social event or situation.
When I came into the kitchen, Mom was just starting a pot of coffee. Sue was rummaging around in the freezer. “Good morning. Sue, what are you looking for?”
“Morning, Bud. I’m trying to find some juice other than orange or grapefruit.” Sue was wearing one of Mom’s robes and a pair of her slippers.
“Oh. It looks like you are on a treasure hunt by the way you are digging in there.”
Sue straightened up with can of grape juice in one hand. She turned and tried to push the cold can against my chest. She laughed, “See, Mr. Smart Ass, I knew there was some different juice around.”
“Anything I can do to help, Mom?” She was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and sweat pants. I stepped behind here, put my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.
She turned inside my arms to face me. “Not at the moment. The coffee is on. Dad is outside trying to find the morning paper.” She tipped her face up and kissed me on the mouth. “How’s my favorite son?”
“I’m fine. Where is Uncle Bob?”
Sue spoke up. “He’s probably still showering or shaving. Can you reach that juice container on the top shelf?”
“Sure.” As I stretched to reach the container, Sue stuck the cold juice can under my t-shirt and against my back. I turned to grab her but she dropped the can and ran around the center island in the kitchen. We were both laughing as I tried to reach her across the island.
“Now, now. No rough housing in my kitchen.”
“It looked more like the start of a grab ass session than rough housing.”
“Morning, Dad.”
“Morning, Bud. Morning, Sue. Dad tossed the bagged newspaper into the sink. He put his arms around Mom and gave her a bear hug and a French kiss.
She pushed on his chest, “What’s that all about?”
“That’s just because I haven’t kissed you in ten minutes. Man, is it nasty out there. The rain is cold and the wind seems to be picking up. Where’s Bob?”
“I’m right here.” Uncle Bob came into the kitchen and picked the bagged paper out of the sink. “Good thing they bag these things, otherwise, with the rain, this paper would be so much pulp.”
“If I’m going to fix breakfast, I’ll need some room to work.”
“O.K., Mom”
“Yes, Dear.”
We all started out of the kitchen. “I’ll set the table, Mom.”
“Thank you, Bud.”
“I’ll fix and pour the juice and make toast.” Sue came over to me. “I’m sorry about the cold can on the back.” She put her arms around me and ran a hand under my t-shirt and up my back. She stood on her toes and whispered, “I’ll make it up to you later.”
It didn’t take Mom long to fix scrambled eggs, sausage and potatoes. Sue poured the juice and fixed toast and I poured the coffee and started a second pot as we sat down to eat.
Mom asked her brother, “Did you sleep well, Bobby?”
“Sure did. And the shower made me feel like a new man.”
Dad looked at Uncle Bob and grinned, “What’s the matter? Aren’t Bud and I good enough for you anymore?”
Bob laughed, “That isn’t what I meant. You guys are great.”
Sue said, “I think they are very, very good, but I’m not sure about great.”
Mom smiled, “I think we need to change the subject.”
Everyone laughed. Dad was looking out of the dining room window. “I’m sure glad we got all of the firewood moved off the hill yesterday. It would be a real chore today. Is it all under cover, Bud?”
“All except the last load or two. There wasn’t room in the shed and I didn’t think to cover it with a tarp.”
“That’s o.k. I don’t remember hearing a forecast for rain, but this is about right for the monsoon season to start.”
“I don’t remember anyone having time to turn on a radio or TV to hear a forecast.”
“Yes, Bobby, you guys were really busy with other things,” Sue piped in.
“Well, I’m glad we got it done. I doubt if I’d be of much help today.” Uncle Bob flexed his arm and shoulder. “I feel like I pulled a muscle.”
Sue giggled, “And I know which muscles got pulled the most.”
Mom scolded, “Sue, you are incorrigible!”
We all laughed and continued to eat. When we finished, Dad and Bob cleared the table and I put on a jacket and cap and ran out to the woodshed. I hauled a half dozen big armloads of wood to the wood box by the patio door.
“Boy, is it raw out there.”
Dad looked at Mom, “I think I’ll go into town and check the house and mail. And I might stop by the office. Is there anything I should pick up?” “No, I can’t think of anything. Just be careful driving.”
Bob was on the telephone.
“Who you calling?” Sue asked.
“I’m checking our voice mail at home. Listen to this.” He handed her the telephone.
Sue listened. “Maybe you better call your office. This sounds like you might be able to make a pretty good commission.” Sue looked at the rest of us. “Bob’s company just won a bid to supply a lot of equipment and supplies to a large manufacturer.”
“I’d better run into the office too. I can check our house and mail while I’m there. They may want me to cut the vacation short by a couple of days. You could still stay here, Sue, but I doubt if I’ll need to go back to work early, since I’m going back next Monday anyway.”
Dad and Bob left for town. I fired up my computer and checked in with my online job. There were a few things to respond to and a couple of phone calls to make, but there weren’t any programs that needed debugging or anything urgent. I worked up to lunch time.
After lunch, I decided to take a nap. Mom thought she might also. Sue said she was going to read. I went to my room, stripped and slipped under the covers. I had been napping for about forty-five minutes or so when I heard the door open. Sue was standing by the bed. I watched as she stepped out of the slippers and slipped the robe off.
She pulled the covers back and got into bed beside me. “Everyone is sleeping and I got lonely.” She leaned over me and kissed me. “Actually, I’m here to make up for the cold can on the back.” She stretched out so she was sort of laying on top of me. She stuck her tongue between my lips and we worked that into a French kiss.
I stroked her back and ran my fingertips up and down the cleft between her ass cheeks. She pushed herself up on her arms and rocked so her breasts rubbed against my chest. “I love to feel your chest hair tickling my nipples and tits.”
Sue started to rub my chest and stomach. She worked her hand down to my crotch. Then I felt her breath on my cock. She licked the top side of the cock shaft, then slipped her hand under my balls and cradled them.
She turned to look at me. “I used to give Bobby a blowjob just about every time we had sex, but we’ve gotten away from that. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed sucking a cock until we came here for the week. My cunt really gets wet when I’m going down on a hard cock. I wonder if Bobby has remembered how much he enjoyed eating me.”
“Well, I can’t speak for Uncle Bob, but if you will swing your cunt over my face I can show you how much I enjoy tickling your clit with my tongue.” Sue swung her leg over me. I propped my self up on my elbows and tongued her cunt. She looked down her belly, between her breasts, and watched as I worked my tongue up and down her slit.
I spread her outer lips with my tongue, then after licking and sucking her tender inner lips, I extended my tongue and ran it around the entrance to her love tunnel. Sue wiggled her hips. “I’ll give you an hour to stop that.” I continued what I was doing and I reached down and softly squeezed a breast. Sue lowered her head and began sucking my cock. I found her clit with my lips. Sue pressed her cunt against my face as I sucked her clit.
I don’t know how long we were in the 69 position, but I was still sucking Sue’s clit and had worked a finger into her ass when I felt a hand touch mine. Sue was licking my cock shaft and swabbing the cockhead with her tongue. I looked up from between Sue’s legs to see Mom. Somewhere, she had lost her long sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants.