Family Taes Care

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18, consenting, legal adults.*

**This story contains bisexual characters who share pleasure with individuals of multiple genders.**

"You know something, Babe?" Liv relaxed on one side of her recliner couch, naked except for the colorful silk robe that covered her back and shoulders.

Betty was also naked sprawled out, face-down with her torso rested on Liv's lap and her legs extended out to the other cushion. Her arms folded into a pillow on the arm of the couch, "Mmmmm... Tell me."

Liv's right hand moved in gentle circle across Betty's bare back while the fingers of her left hand were between the cheeks of her backside. "You, Gorgeous Girl.. have a VERY... Sexy Butt!"

Betty responded by squeezing those cheeks together. It was a thrilling sensation that made Liv gasp with sudden delight. When Betty's muscles relaxed, Liv's fingertip slid just inside her sphincter. She loved that she was able to relax like this, with such intimate, and unhurried physical contact. The two women had no demands on each other. They just enjoyed the touching.

The television was cycling through music videos, from Madonna's LIKE A PRAYER to the Four Non Blondes with Linda Perry's classic steampunk top hat and goggles. Really, it was just background noise neither woman cared much about.

"What's on your mind?"

"Actually, I was thinking about a book I read recently."

Liv chuckled, "Ok. Tell me about it."

"It's called LEGENDS AND LATTES. Cozy fantasy so there's Orcs and Elves and Dwarves, but it's about a coffee shop instead of like an epic fantasy battle or something."

"Makes sense."

"Well, the main character who owns the coffee shop is the only one at the start who's ever had coffee before. The town's never even heard of it."

"That's different."

"It is. I think that part of the author's fantasy is being able to introduce coffee to people who've never tried it before. Throughout the story, the characters develop or discover things we have in our world like iced coffee, cinnamon rolls, breakfast croissants, all that. I was just thinking how interesting that would be, seeing someone's face when they tried coffee or a cinnamon roll for the first time."

"That is an interesting thing to imagine."

Betty turned her head enough that she could see Liv's face from the corner of her eye. "Your turn. What are you thinking?"

"I was just thinking how... perfectly adorable you are, My Love."

Betty smiled and shifted so she could kiss Liv's bare thigh, then resumed resting on her forearms. "Another big fantasy of the book is that things just... work out for the characters. They start a business, earn enough to keep growing, get a steady customer base, they get designers who can make their facility bigger, a baker who keeps trying new recipes for them. Things just... go their way."

"It'd be great if that's the way things always worked out. Wouldn't it, Babe?"

"Yeah... Yeah, it would."

A short while later, there was a buzzing from the table beside the couch, "Phone call for you, Love."

"Right now, I could not care less." The buzzing went on for about a minute, followed by a smaller buzz several seconds later to indicate a voicemail.

Several seconds after that, Liv's phone began to buzz. She picked it up with her right hand, leaving her left hand in Betty's backside. She frowned when she saw the screen, a sudden uneasy feeling coming over her, "It's your son, Babe."

Betty rotated, showing a concerned expression. "What?"

Liv slid her thumb across the screen to answer, "Hi Dylan. You're on speakerphone."

From the tone of his voice, both women could instantly recognize he was upset. "H... Hi, Mom. Hi, Liv. I, uh.... I'm sorry to bother you both."

Betty spoke abruptly, "It's fine, Sweetheart. What's going on?"

"There's ah... The... Paramedics are here. Grandpa's being taken to the hospital."

******

Dylan sat in the waiting room. His foot bounced up and down with anxious energy. He glanced up when he noticed two women walking through the big doors, then stood as soon as he saw who it was, "Hi Mom"

Betty threw her arms around him fiercely, "Oh Sweetheart." They held the embrace for a long time.

Once they pulled apart, he said, "Hey Liv."

"Hi Honey," she answered, hugging him with the same affection.

Betty went to the counter to get an update from the nurse on Hank's condition. Dylan and Liv sat down, and she was quick to take hold of his hand, "Hey... I'm proud of you, Sweetheart."

He tilted his head, "For what?"

"Getting him here."

Dylan let out a sardonic huff, "The ambulance brought him here."

Her expression was all caring and support, "You've been taking care of him. You NOTICED things were off. You handled it quickly and made sure he got help without waiting on us. You've done a lot today, Dylan. I mean it."

His eyes glistened. He nodded, truly receiving her words, "Thank you, Liv."

"And I know you know this... But I'm gonna say it anyway because I want you ro remember it... What happened today is NOT your fault."

His jaw clenched, "I know."

"Good."

The two of them were still holding hands when Betty returned. She sighed heavily and ran both hands through her hair. "Okay... so... He's being monitored constantly right now. Doc says he's gonna be in there for... at least the next few hours. They'll move him when they're sure he's stable." The team has my number and they'll call me once he has a room. So, for now... We get to wait."

Liv nodded, "How about we all go to the house?"

Betty's head bobbed several times, though her expression was distant. "Yeah. Let's... Let's go to the house."

It was a short drive, though mostly silent except for Phil Collins on the radio. Dylan unlocked the door and Betty shuffled inside. She looked about, dazed as though she'd never seen the place before. Liv was watching, but still giving her partner space. She waited a moment before asking, "How does pizza sound?"

That made Dylan grin, "Sounds great to me."

"Perfect. I'll go pick some up and... give you two some time ALONE together." She locked eyes with the young man, communicating more than her words. He looked at Betty then nodded, "Right... Thanks."

"You got it. See you both in a bit."

As the front door closed, he was already moving toward his mother, wrapping arms around her from behind and kissing her neck. Betty moaned and leaned her head to one side, fully surrendered to him. His lips on her skin were ravenous. His hands squeezed her breasts firmly and his body up against her back meant she soon felt his erection through their clothes. She reached her hand back, a signal for them to pull apart and shed their clothing as soon as humanly possible.

Both of them now naked in the living room, Dylan half-guided, half-shoved his mother onto the couch. Her knees were planted on the cushions with her hands bracing her on the back of the couch. The position left her thighs spread wide so he had easy access to the lips of her sex. His fingers stroked back and forth until they were wet from her body, then he slid his finger deeply inside.

She had her face pressed against the couchback so the thick fabric muffled her moans. The furniture made her the perfect height. Dylan held of his cock, stood behind Betty and took the time to line up his swollen head against the soaking lips. He slid inside of her slowly, feeling her heat envelope him as he filled her body.

It was the last moment he was gentle with her. He grabbed ahold of her waist, slid his cock most of the way out then slammed against her backside repeatedly. His balls bounced in heavy rhythm against her clit. She cried out each time he pushed deeper inside her until her sounds were continuous. Betty's son was fucking her hard and he was driving her wild.

Dylan held nothing back. With this aggressive, athletic sex, his orgasm built quickly. His grip on her hips grew even tighter as his cock gushed into her. He wasn't about to stop or slow down. Warm liquid overflowed from her lips as he slammed into her even more. He kept going long after he came.

For Betty, it was hard to say exactly when the orgasm hit. She was bombarded with so much incredible and intense sensation that her pleasure rose and never really came down. She was blissfully helpless as her son had his way with her. Dylan was panting heavily, his muscles beginning to feel the strain of such active love-making.

He pushed his cock in deep with a final "Oomph." His arms shook slightly as he held onto her waist, then he slowly slid all of the way out of her.

Betty was already pressed against the couch, but still her body seemed to crumple a bit more. Dylan plopped down forcefully onto the couch beside her and guided her body to his. She relaxed fully into his embrace. He cradled her with all the tenderness and affection any lover could show.

It was some time later when the front door opened again. Liv stepped inside, holding two pizzas and a batch of garlic bread. She set the food down on the dining room table and leaned against the doorway that led to the living room, marveling at the sight of the woman she adored, nude in the arm of her also nude son.

"Welcome back, Liv," Dylan said cheerily, showing not the least bit of embarrassment. Betty stood up on the plush carpet, a feat that seemed to require a great deal of effort. She showed her son a drunken sort of smile, then leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "Thank you, Baby." She walked over to Liv and kissed her as well, though this kiss had notably more passion to it. "And thank YOU Baby."

Liv bit her lip and stared at Betty with a new hunger as she strolled down the hallway. Dylan put his clothes back on and Betty returned a short while later wearing her kimono. The three of them sat down to enjoy their pizza at the dining room table. Betty pulled her chair in close beside Liv's so she could affectionately rub her back while they ate.

They were all three considerably more relaxed than they'd been when they left the hospital, especially Betty. It wasn't that the tension was gone of course, but the sex had helped... Just as Liv had known it would. Right now, there wasn't anything they could do for Hank, so taking the time for pleasure was a very good thing.

Dylan finished his first slice and reached for his second when he asked, "Will you stay here tonight, Liv?"

Her eyes went wide at first. She wasn't prepared for that question, but she felt Betty's gentle kiss on her shoulder. "You're more than welcome to stay."

Liv leaned her head against Betty's, "I'd love to stay."

"Good," Dylan confirmed. "I really like it when you're here."

*****

Several hours had passed before Dylan was ready for sleep. He brushed his teeth, made sure all the lights were shut off and then, out of pure habit, he walked naked into his mother's bedroom. He stopped a few steps in when he registered that there were two ladies in the bed, not just one. In the dim light, he could see them both sleeping soundly with bodies wrapped around each other.

It was such a beautiful sight, intimate and peaceful. He stood for several long seconds before he walked as quietly as he could to his own room. It had been a while since he'd slept in this bed. He pulled the dark comforter up around him and laid with both hands behind his head, looking up at the faint shapes on his ceiling made by the outside lights coming through his window.

He thought of how different his mother had been the past few months she'd been dating Liv. Those two were perfect for each other, and their happiness was downright infectious. His mother deserved that kind of happiness... that kind of love.

Perhaps it was inevitable as he lay there in bed, thinking of the two women. His mind zoomed in on the fact they were so close, only a few steps away, naked and wrapped in one an other's arms. It was a very sexy thought, and he felt his erection growing to make a tent in his blanket. He pulled the covers back so he could stroke himself before he drifted to sleep. He wished he could be back in that bed, snuggled between both of them.

*****

A few days later, Betty was sitting in a chair beside her father's hospital bed. The small television mounted on the wall was playing the same game shows they'd be watching if they were home. There was a knock on the doorframe, Dylan announcing his presence, "Hey Grandpa."

Hank raised one hand in a feeble wave of acknowledgement. The plastic ID bracelet seemed so big, wrapped loosely around his bony wrist. Dylan stepped inside and Liv filled the doorway behind him, "Hiya Hank!" He gave her the same weak wave.

Dylan and Betty walked by each other, holding hands briefly as they passed. "So, how's the show going today?" Dylan asked as he took her place in the chair.

The two women stepped out into the hallway and threw their arms around each other fiercely the moment they were out of eyesight of Hank's room. Liv rubbed Betty's upper arms, "What's going on, Babe?"

Betty's eyes moved about for a moment as she formed the words, "Dad's... They wanna move him tomorrow. They recommended a facility not far from here. 24 hour care. It sounds like they... will have everything he needs."

Liv searched her partner's expression... "That's a good thing... Right?"

Betty nodded, but wouldn't meet her eyes. "Yeah... yeah. It's totally in our budget... It's... It's where he needs to be."

Liv let the silence hang in the air a while before she asked, "So, what's wrong, Love?"

That was all it took. Betty burst into tears, "It's supposed to be me!"

Liv was quiet, giving her the space to get it all out. It wasn't the first time this week she'd held this woman as she cried.

"I'm supposed to take care of him. It's my job. I... Mom wanted me to take care of him. She asked me to take care of him. That's what I'm suppoed to do, not just pawn him off onto some nursing home... I'm... I'm supposed to..."

"Babe, Babe, Baby, Hey..." Liv's voice was soft and soothing. She kept her face close and waited, patient and calm. Eventually, Betty did look at her with red eyes and a quivering lower lip. "You HAVE taken care of him, My Love. You've done as good for your dad as anyone could. You've been AMAZING. I know that. HE knows that... and you know it too. You haven't done anything wrong. You haven't failed or screwed up. You've done exactly what you were supposed to do... And now he's gonna go to a place where they can KEEP taking care of him... Okay?"

Reluctantly, Betty nodded. Then, she buried her face in Liv's shoulder, sobbing into her blouse.

Liv rubbed her back for several minutes before she whispered, "Hey... Let's go get some coffee downstairs."

*****

That night, Betty signed the paperwork to approve Hank's move to the new facility. The staff at the hospital were all very pleasant when it came time for the transfer late the next morning. She didn't think he needed to be taken in an ambulance. He hadn't been in critical condition for nearly a week, but this was the way things worked. So, Betty drove behind the vehicle, grateful at least there weren't lights or sirens blaring.

There was a younger woman dressed in pumpkin patch themed scrubs waiting by the entrance with a wheelchair. By the time Betty packed and got out of her car, the ambulance team already had him transferred into the chair. They exchanged familiar pleasantries with Pumpkin Patch lady, which suggested they were here quite frequently.

Pumpkin Patch was a bit overly cheerful. Her voice reminded Betty of a recording on a telephone menu. "Well, HE-LLO there, Mr. Hank! You got here at the perfect time! They just started serving lunch in the dining hall." She was already pushing him through the sliding glass doors.

"I can push him," Betty called, hustling to keep up.

Pumpkin Patch didn't stop, "I've got it, Maam." The dining area looked essentially like a restaurant; several servers in dark uniforms moved through the room carrying plates of food. Of course, unlike most restaurants, nearly every patron had white hair. About half were seated at tables in wheelchairs of their own. Several others had canes or walkers ready when they got up from their padded seats.

Pumpkin Patch pushed Hank up to a table and indicated a chair for Betty to sit beside him. "You have yourself a fabulous meal, Mr. Hank, and I'll be by in a little while to come getcha!"

His head nodded faintly, though he barely seemed to register his surroundings. Betty leaned in to whisper in a playful, conspiratorial way. "Well, she's all kinds of perky, isn't she, Dad?" Again, he gave only the slightest nod of his head. Betty's jaw clenched as she watched his vacant stare.

A server brought out two glasses of lemonade, and two plates, each with mashed potatoes, carrots, string beans and some chicken that was pre-cut into small pieces and covered in a thin barbecue sauce. "Way better than hospital food, huh, Dad?" Betty thought the portions were rather small, but Hank still only managed to finish about half of his plate. He did, however, eat the entire sliver of cherry cheesecake they brought him.

Pumpkin Patch returned to bring Hank to his room. Betty noticed the hallways were extra wide to accommodate wheelchairs and walkers, and there was a railing available to lean on the entire way. "You know, Mr. Hank, when I was in school, my teacher read us books about a dog named Hank."

Betty suddenly lit up, "Hank the Cowdog!"

"That's right."

"Dylan read those, Dad. Do you remember? He used to call them Grandpa Dog books. Oh! There was one with a buzzard who said he wanted to run for president."

Hank the human didn't respond.

When they got to his unit, Betty was reminded of her first apartment, except that there wasn't a kitchen. That made sense. The facility handled all the meals. There were two reclining chairs facing the television in the small living room, and two wooden chairs beside a minuscule table with a paper calendar that listed meals for the coming week along with daily events like BINGO, knitting club, and a performance from a piano player named Tony Bellisimo.

There was a small separate bedroom with a full-size bed, but the restroom was actually the largest area of Hank's space. It included several features to make it easier for nurses to support a patient.

Pumpkin Patch helped to transfer Hank from his wheelchair to the recliner. She explained the call button beside the chair that would summon a nurse if he ever needed anything. Then, she assured him she'd return in just three hours for dinner.

That left Betty and Hank alone. "So... what do you think of this place, Dad?"

He nodded but didn't say anything.

"Lunch was pretty good, huh?"

Another nod with no verbal response.

"It says beef stroganoff for dinner. That'll be good I bet..."

He shrugged noncommittally.

"I sure don't miss all those machines beeping in the hospital. I don't know how you got any sleep in that space."

Still no response.

She sighed, "Should we put on your news program?" She took his silence for an answer. She didn't think she'd ever seen a television remote with buttons so big. She took up residence in the other recliner and soon found her fingers drumming on the armrest while the TV voices droned on.

An idea hit her a while later, "Hey Dad... I haven't gotten to see your big cock for a while. I bet I can make him come for me."

The old man glanced at her and breathed deeply through his nose. She pulled up one of the wooden chairs so she could sit closer beside him. She pulled down his sweatpants to give herself access and began to massage his soft folds of skin. She wasn't working very long on his penis when she felt his hand cover hers. She looked up at his face, seeing how deeply tired he looked. He managed a small shake of his head.