Family Takes Care Pt 01

*All Individuals who appear in this story are over the age of 18. Legally, they are all adults.*

Dylan was not disappointed when his afternoon class was canceled. He didn't mind the class, but it was always nice to get the weekend started early.

He opened the front door and heard a grunting noise coming from the end of the hall. Without making a sound, he set his backpack down on the floor and stepped down the hall. He could recognize the rhythmic slapping, the heavy breathing and the raspy voice saying, "Oh yeah! Oh, just like that!" Did Hank actually have someone over? By the noises, the old timer was clearly enjoying himself. Dylan grinned and inched slowly closer. The door was open and he found himself very curious to see who it was having sex with his grandpa.

The angle of the hallway allowed him to see most of the bed while still keeping him hidden from Hank's view. As Dylan expected, the old man was naked, lying on his back with a woman bouncing up and down on top of him. She was facing away, reverse cowgirl position, but Dylan could see the woman just fine. She was significantly younger than the man she was riding and she was remarkably beautiful. In fact, Dylan had admired her beauty countless times in his life. His grin grew even wider and he stepped just close enough to be sure she saw him while still keeping out of his grandpa's sight.

When Betty recognized her son, she froze and stared at him in shock. He bobbed his head, a bit triumphant. She'd been caught. She couldn't deny it, and the expression on his face told her that he wasn't about to let her.

Behind her, she heard her father protest, "Come on, Baby. Don't stop now!" She resumed her rhythmic bouncing and listened to his rasping, "Oooooh yeah..."

Betty nodded down the hall, hoping Dylan would leave. Instead, he leaned against one wall, tilting his head and watching with that smug smile. She was blushing by this point, embarrassed but resigned to finishing what she'd started.

"Oh Baby. Oh, do you like that? Do you like riding your Daddy's cock?"

"Yes. I like it," She grumbled the words reluctantly, watching Dylan's mouth open wide with amused delight.

Hank, clearly not satisfied, demanded more, "Come on, Baby. Tell your Daddy how much you love his cock!"

This had Dylan clutching his abdomen with both hands to emphasize his silent laughter. He gestured with his hand as if to say, "Well... Grandpa's waiting."

Betty pressed her tongue against her back teeth and gave a small nod. Fine. She'd give them both a show. She let out an exaggerated moan, "Mmmm.... Oooooh Yesss! Oh yes, Daddy. I LOVE My Daddy's Big Cock! Yes, YES! It feels SOOO GOOD when my Daddy fucks me!"

Dylan was laughing away, but her dad didn't remotely notice her sarcasm. He loved hearing her talk to him when they had sex. She bounced a little harder and felt his aged hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass. She found that she was actually enjoying herself more with Dylan here. She felt seen somehow, comfortable in a way she wouldn't have expected.

She kept up the dirty talk while sharing expressions and wordlessly communicating with her son. That was something they'd always been able to do, say things with just a look. They tended to think very much alike, reacting very similarly to moments and to people anywhere they went together. Their bond had always been close, an unspoken language which belonged to only the two of them.

Hank was heavily panting now, barely able to mutter, "Gonna... gonna cum..."

"YESSS Daddy! Yes, cum for me. Make that BIIIG Cock explode inside me." He was trembling even as his body went rigid. She slowed the movement of her hips to milk the orgasm from him. He groaned aloud in a way she knew meant pleasure even though it sounded so much like pain.

Once he was done, she got up from the bed and picked up the warm washcloth she'd set aside in advance. She could already hear him snoring before she was finished wiping him down. She pulled the comforter up around him, gently patted his chest and whispered, "Night Dad."

Dylan was still watching her, practically bursting from wanting to tease her. She raised an eyebrow and retrieved the robe she'd hung up by the door. She wrapped it around her naked body, gently closed the bedroom door and stepped past her son to walk ahead of him down the hall. Once they made it to the living room, she faced him and braced herself.

"Hi Mom! What did you do today?" His voice was obnoxiously cheery.

Betty answered in a sarcastic, sing-song tone, "Hi Dylan. I see your school got out early today."

"Oh, I just couldn't WAIT to get home and see you. Hey, are you dating anyone right now? I know this guy who I bet would just LOVE to have sex with you. You like older men, right?"

"You're a brat!"

"From what I hear, he has a really big cock! I mean, you should HEAR the last girl who fucked him. She sounded totally into it."

She crossed her arms, trying to appear angry even though she couldn't keep the smile from her face, "Are you done?"

"Done? Well, I mean... the older timer definitely finished. How 'bout you? Did you finish, Mom?"

She let out a sigh, "Get it all out now."

He chuckled and shook his head then sat down on the couch. "All right. I'm done... But... you gotta tell me what's the story here."

Betty plopped down beside him. She was past the embarrassment by this point. She had sex with her father. Dylan knew about it. That part was done. She hadn't told anyone about this. It wasn't the sort of thing you just tell a girlfriend over drinks. She sighed again, "I don't know what the story is."

"Ok. Well... When did this start?"

"A little before we moved here."

Dylan nodded in understanding. His grandma, Betty's mom, had passed away about a year earlier, when he was a senior in high school. His grandpa, now a widower, was completely lost without his wife, his companion of so many decades. Betty took to driving out to stay with him every weekend, but she often had to stay later than she planned. She'd quickly burned through the sick and vacation time she'd accrued at work. It became apparent pretty quickly that Hank couldn't take care of the house himself, and his health issues were actually much more concerning than she'd been aware of. He was going to need a regular care provider soon.

Betty and Dylan talked it over and decided to move in after he graduated. Without paying rent for their apartment, she could afford to resign from work, maybe look for something part-time. The house had plenty of room, and Dylan could attend city college nearby. So far, the arrangement had worked out well for the three of them.

Betty was looking off into the distance, pulling up the memory as she explained, "He was so alone... and so sad."

Dylan nodded sympathetically, "I remember."

"I just... wished there was some way I could help him be happy again. Then one day, I came home from the grocery store and Dad was watching porn and stroking himself.

Dylan's playful grin returned, "All right. All right... WHAT porn is Grandpa into?

There was a conspiratorial quality to the way she smiled and looked at him through the corner of her eye, "Your granddad likes young girls in his porn. Barely legal redheads. College cuties. Things like that." She noticed her son grow tense in that moment but chose not to remark. "He was stroking himself and I realized how long it must have been since he'd gotten any attention from anyone... and that just seemed kinda heartbreaking to me, so I went in and sat down on the bed beside him."

Dylan was hanging onto every word she spoke, "How'd he respond to that?"

"He was embarrassed. Tried to cover up, but I took hold of his hand and said, 'It's Ok, Dad. I got this.' Then I started rubbing his cock while he watched the video. When he came, he looked so peaceful, happier than I'd seen him in a long time. So... I kept doing it, and... things kinda naturally escalated."

"Escalated how?"

She studied him with curiosity, "You're not grossed out by this?"

His gaze fell to the carpet for a moment, "Did I hurt your feelings by laughing at you?"

"No, Sweetheart. Actually, you made me feel very comfortable."

There was warmth to his smile this time. He reached out and found her hand to hold.

"Ok... So, how did it escalate? Well, I noticed at one point that even though his porn was on, he was watching me. It wasn't hard to see the hunger in his eyes so... I took my clothes off. You should have SEEN the way that old cock danced when he saw me naked!" She felt the slight twitch in her son's hand noticed the way his jaw clenched, just a bit.

"Not hard to believe that at all. You are... really really gorgeous, Mom."

Betty paused again, absorbing the compliment. She was... surprised how much the words affected her. "So... I'm naked and I was stroking him and he had his hands all over me and he didn't waste any time going between my legs so I thought... FUCK IT. Why not? Got out the lube and got on top."

Dylan's grin returned, "Grandpa's a lucky guy."

"Yeah. Most days he is. Sometimes I stick with a handjob."

"Do you do something with him every day?"

"Pretty much."

"Do you... ever suck him?"

"I HAVE..." she emphasized the word. "It's not my preference." She shared another conspiratorial expression, "Your grandpa doesn't exactly shave his balls." The two burst out in laughter. By the time their chuckling subsided, they were holding hands a little tighter and leaning a bit closer together.

Dylan sighed and studied his mother's face, "Do you enjoy yourself with him?"

"Sometimes I do. I mean, We don't really focus on my pleasure, but it's nice to see a man wanting me... even if it is my Dad."

"Do you ever feel like you have to pleasure him? Would you feel guilty if you didn't?"

"No, Sweetheart. This isn't an obligation for me. It's something I chose... and choose again without Grandpa or anyone else forcing me." The mother and son held eye contact once again. There was a heavy-ness between them. Betty suddenly felt very vulnerable, but she didn't look away. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I think that... you are really kind. I think it's very sweet that you're taking such great care of him... and I'm sure it means a whole lot."

Her eyes began to glisten. She leaned forward, wrapped both arms around him, and pulled him into the tightest hug. It felt amazingly good the way they held onto one another... and then she felt his lips kissing her neck, his hand on her bare thigh sliding beneath the bottom of her robe. She didn't have the willpower to keep the moan completely out of her voice when she asked, "Wh... what are... you doing, Sweetheart?"

He answered between a barrage of kisses all around her neck and shoulder, "If you're gonna be with a man in the family, you ought to have one who takes care of you the way you've been taking such good care of someone else." The sensation of his palm moving gradually higher up her thigh made his words hard to argue with. By this point, it was decided.

She was all his.

She pushed his shoulders away gently, not to make him stop, just to give herself space to re-adjust. Her robe came undone with a single tug of the fabric belt. One side draped onto the floor as she twisted so she was laying down with one foot on the arm of the couch and the other leg dangling off the front. Her head was resting on his lap and her nude body was there for him to see. She reached a hand up to caress his cheek.

"Mom... You are absolutely perfect." The sincere intensity in his expression eliminated any doubt she might have had. He meant those words, believed them... It was the sweetest compliment she had ever received. She held his hand once again, enjoying the feeling of their fingers intertwined just as she felt his other hand running affectionately through her hair. She guided the first hand down between her legs. She let out a long "Oooooooooh..." as his fingers slid between her moist lips.

His touch was tender and gentle, but each slow movement of his fingers sent electricity shooting through her body. It had been a long, long time since she'd experienced this kind of pleasure. He paid attention to each reaction her body supplied. He knew exactly when to massage her clit and when to reach deep inside of her. He stroked her g-spot and went right back to pamper her clit once more.

She was leaning into his hand in her hair as she reached up to clutch the forearm of the hand that was moving along her sex. She clung hard onto him while he drove her absolutely wild. Dylan's gaze was adoring and confident. He was patient and loving and she was feeling incredible. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, building within. Her mouth hung open but her eyes were closed tightly. She moaned for him, her son with magic hands taking such good care of her.

It hit her hard, causing every muscle to tense as the pleasure burst. He held his hand still while her lips squeezed onto him. She clenched and throbbed through several small, blissful waves. Eventually, her body relaxed. Her breathing came out in ragged panting. The two held one another's gaze as she gradually came down.

She tapped his wrist gently to prompt him. He obeyed by slowly removing his hand to rest it on her tummy. She snuggled her head a bit more into his lap. She was so comfortable. So utterly comfortable and relaxed as she son continued to caress her... Her sweet, wonderful son...

*****

When Betty's eyes opened, she saw the fabric of a tee shirt just in front of her eyes. A quick glance around confirmed she'd been sleeping with her head in Dylan's lap. He'd pulled her robe up around her like a blanket. The darkness of the living room told her she'd been asleep for a while. Dylan was doing something on his cell phone, seemingly unbothered by the fact that she had him pinned to the couch. He put the phone down when he recognized that she was awake and smiled down at her, "Hi Mom," he whispered.

"Hi Baby." Her own smile grew as she felt him stroking her hair again, "Sorry I fell asleep,"

"Hey. Sleep is NOT something you should be sorry about." It was a phrase she'd said to him many times when he was growing up. "You've been doing a whole lot lately, Mom. Any time you get to rest, I say you take advantage." She nuzzled a bit more into his lap, "Besides, I like having you here with me."

"I don't know about you two, but I am HUNGRY." Betty turned her head to see her dad standing in the living room, grinning at them.

"Right." She sat up on the couch and pulled her robe closed, deliberately not acknowledging that Hank had obviously seen her, "Dinner... Yeah. I'll make..."

"Pizza Ok, Grandpa?"

"Pizza's great, Kiddo."

The phone was already back in Dylan's hand, "Putting in the order now."

Betty gave her son's hand a squeeze. "Thanks, Babe. I'm... gonna go take a shower."

He nodded happily and watched her walk out of the room.

The evening went by just as any other evening with the three of them. They ate pizza and watched game shows on TV. The biggest different was just how much Betty was smiling that night.

*****

It was afternoon the next day. Dylan was at his desk reading a book when he heard a knock on his door. He turned in his chair. The sight in front of him made his eyes go wide and his jaw drop open. His mom was standing there, completely naked. "I'm gonna go... spend some time with your grandpa. I was thinking you... might like to watch."

Dylan worked his jaw and tried unsuccessfully to form words. She giggled and winked then disappeared down the hall. Moments later, he heard his grandpa's voice chuckling in the living room, "Well-he-hell. Look who's here to see me!"

"Hey Dad. Wanna have some fun?"

"You don't have to ask me twice."

Dylan listened for the sounds of the old man getting up from the couch, (The effort came with several labored groans) and waited to hear the shuffling steps going down the hall before he got up to follow them toward the far end of the house.

He sat down quietly on the floor in the hallway. Like the day before, he could see into the room, but Hank couldn't see him from the bed. Betty was helping Hank to lay down, "I'm... uh... Sorry I'm not... up and ready quite yet."

"I'm in no hurry, Dad." She stood on the far side of the bed, but her eyes were on her son in the hall, The eye contact they held from across the space was flirty and intimate and... wonderful.

"Do you want a movie on?"

He old man considered it briefly, "Yeah. Sounds great." Betty took a moment to bring up the porn on the bedroom television. COLLEGE AGE CUTIES. Dylan could hear the over-the-top fake moaning. He chuckled silently and watched the amusement on his mother's face. He leaned his head against the wall, again delighted by their wordless but easy communication.

Betty got a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand. She applied the gel generously to her hand and then to the patch of curly hair between her father's legs, "Ooh-hoo. It's cold."

"Sorry about that, Dad." Her movements were slow, unhurried almost to the point of lazy. Dylan thought it was beautiful. He'd rather watch his mother giving a relaxing handjob than anything he'd ever seen in porn. Gradually, his grandpa's cock did rise, not unlike a mushroom growing out of a bush of leaves, and Betty was able to wrap her fingers around its shaft, casually stroking up and down.

Dylan's own cock was growing hard as he watched. He was barely aware of his hand drifting to hold his erection through his pants. He was surprised to see Betty let go and walk around to the other side of the bed.

His grandpa seemed equally surprised, "Well, why're you stopping now?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Dad. Just moving to give myself a better angle." She climbed up onto the bed, putting herself between the two men. She placed her knees on the fluffy blankets, wider apart than was necessary, and leaned forward to give her son an amazing view.

The cheeks of her butt were spread, revealing the tight sphincter between them, above the lips of her sex. From this angle, Dylan could see her breasts hanging down toward the bed, along with the perfect curve of her belly. He could also just see her hand working Hank's cock. It was the sexiest sight Dylan had ever seen. He squeezed harder on his aching erection. The scene continued for a while. Betty periodically glanced over her shoulder to confirm her son was enjoying the display. The sounds of the "actresses" on the screen were joined by Hank's raspy whimpering, which grew increasingly more urgent. She knew just the right moment to ask, "Is Daddy going to cum for me?"

The verbal encouragement had the desired effect as he promptly began to tremble. She increased speed and stroked him steadily until he cried out. Liquid dribbled from him. "Good job, Dad," she said with a satisfied chuckle. He responded with an exaggerated sigh while she wiggled her way off the bed and went to get a warm washcloth from the master bathroom. She returned and cleaned her father off thoroughly. "Do you want to go back to the living room or stay here for a while?"

"Oooooh..." the sound conveyed it was a very difficult decision for him, "I suppose I'll stay in here a while and watch my news program."

"Sounds like a great plan." Betty fluffed up the pillows so he'd be the most comfy. She placed a blanket within his arm's reach for when he inevitably got cold, tossed his old clothes in the laundry basket, retrieved a new set from the drawers and laid them out for him on the chair by the bed. Once everything was settled, she stepped out into the hallway, almost giddy with excitement.

She held out her hand for Dylan, who hurried quietly to his feet, and she pulled him along toward the living room. Inside the open space, she turned to face him and threw her arms around him in the most enthusiastic embrace. His hands found their way naturally to her bare back and he held her tightly while his heart hammered in his chest.