"That was a delicious dinner, Monica," my husband, Roger, complimented me.
"Yeah, mom, your fried chicken beats the colonel all to hell" my son, Rick, added and laughed.
"Mom, I'm gonna weigh 200 pounds if you keep feeding me like this" my daughter, Angie faux-complained. Since she weighed probably no more than 120, I didn't think she had much to worry about.
Amy, our other daughter, just rubbed her tummy and blew out her cheeks to show how full she was. I had to laugh at her funny expression.
I enjoyed cooking for my family. I enjoy doing things for my family and with my family. We all feel that too many families do not take time to enjoy each other's company or to find time for common interests.
"OK, OK," I said taking a mock bow from my chair at the table. "If you appreciate my cooking so much, why aren't you cleaning up the table for me."
The predictable groans came
"Ah, mom, can't we just get on with game time?"
"Yeah, we're ready for game time"
"Come on," Roger told them, "you know the rules"
The kids dutifully got up and cleared the table. Roger and I smiled at each other as we heard the kids playfully bickering in the kitchen as they rinsed dishes, loaded the dishwasher, and straightened up. We knew we were fortunate to have a family that got along so well. So many families we knew hardly spent anytime together, hardly spoke to each other in fact.
Roger and I were sitting in the family room, sharing the couch in a cuddle, when the three kids joined us there. I stopped to look at the three wonderful children our marriage had produced. We were so proud of our children.
Rick certainly took after his father. He was about 6' tall, probably around 200 pounds, firm but not over muscled. He was 22 and a senior in engineering at the local university. His hair was sandy blonde, like his father's, but longer; almost a surfer boy look.
Amy looked more like me. She was about 5'6, with shoulder length brown hair. She was slender and firm. Like me she had 34C breasts. I knew this because I was forever finding my bras in her room after she had borrowed them. She was 20 and a sophomore in music performance at the university. She could play the flute like an angel can play harp. She had a smile that could brighten a room.
Angie was our youngest at 18. Roger often teased me about Amy being the milkman's kid. She was very petite; only about 5'2, flaming red hair, wore only an A-cup bra (which her sister teased her about unmercifully, but still lovingly), and freckles. She never went anywhere without her drivers license as she was always having to prove she was 18 and not just 13 or 14. She was getting ready to enter the university, having just graduated from high school as couple of months ago.
They all came to mock attention in front of us and saluted sharply. Obviously they had planned this in the kitchen.
Rick was their spokesman. "Sir, and ma'am, all present and accounted for, sir, and ma'am. The mess galley is ready for inspection"
"Alright, alright, enough already." I chided them. "I'm sure the kitchen is fine" I knew in my heart of hearts that later I would have to go in and do it right, but at least they had helped with the most of it.
"Game time?" Roger asked me.
I looked at him and smiled. I looked at the kids. Their eyes were bright with anticipation. "Sure" I said.
Roger looked at our three kids who were now standing relaxed in front of us.
"OK, Sunday afternoon game time. What shall we play today?"
Angie spoke right up. "We talked about it in the kitchen. We want to play "timed combinations."
The others nodded their head in agreement. Roger looked at me questioningly.
I nodded also. That was one of our favorite games, so why not?
Amy said, "I'll get the box with the names in it."
Angie said, "I'll get the game box"
Rick said, "I guess I'll just sit down until they get the game stuff" and he plopped down in the recliner opposite his dad and me.
The two girls were back in the room almost immediately. Amy put the small box on the coffee table. Angie put the larger box of game equipment on the floor next to the coffee table. Amy sat down on her heals and Angie sat next to her cross-legged. "OK, let's review the basic rules, that way no one gets their feelings hurt. Game time is supposed to be fun time" Roger said.
"We roll a dice to see who draws first for their first partner. High roll goes first. If you draw your own name, you have to play solo for the first round. The two next highest rolls go next. That assures everyone plays. The timer will be set for ten minutes. When the timer goes off, round one is over and we draw for round two, and so on. Everyone agree and understand?"
It was almost comical to review these rules as we had played so many times that of course everyone knew the rules. I guess it was just part of the game time ritual we shared.
"As head of household and oldest, I claim right to draw first" Roger continued. He reached into the small box and got out a die. He shook it and tossed it onto the table. It came up a one. We all laughed.
He hung his head in mock shame. "So much for the respect of the random throwβ¦"
I took the die and rolled it. It came up a four. The die got passed. Rick threw a three. Amy and Angie both rolled fives and rolled a again. The second time Amy rolled a five and Angie came up with a two.
Amy bounced in excitement. Roger pushed the small box over in front of her. She was smiling and looking around at all of us as she reached into the and draw a well used piece of paper. She smiled big when she looked at it. "I drew Daddy as my first round partner." She showed us the paper.
Roger smiled back at her. "Okie dokie, baby. We will show them how it's played."
Because Angie had rolled the tiebreaker with Amy, she drew next. She reached in and drew a piece of paper. She rolled her eyes and shook her head when she looked at it. "Damn it, I drew my own name!" We laughed.
My four had given me the right to draw next. I knew that I would either draw Rick's name or possibly my own and have to play solo for the first round. I drew Rick's name.
"OK, get situated with your partners" Roger directed as the apparent game master.
He sat down on the floor next to Amy. Rick came and sat by me.
Angie, as the solo player, reached into the equipment box and found the timer we had used so many times. She set it to ten minutes and looked around the room. "Everybody ready?" We all nodded. "The first round is about to begin. GO!" and she started the timer.
Rick put his arm around me and pulled me tight to his muscular chest. My breasts immediately flattened to him as his arms encircled me. His lips met mine and our lips parted. His tongue was in my mouth. Mine met his and they wrestled. I could feel his hand caressing my back as we frenched there on the couch. He hand dropped to my ass and lovingly squeezed it. I moaned softly into his mouth. I loved the feel of my son's hands on me. His other hand came up my waist and cupped my breast. My nipple responded immediately to his touch. I threw my leg over his and we were semi-reclining on the couch as we made out together.
I couldn't resist. I opened one eye slightly to see how the game was progressing for the other players.
Roger was on top of Amy on the floor. They were both still fully clothed but he was between her firm thighs and they were dry fucking there. Their lips were also locked in a deep kiss. Then they broke their kiss and Roger wasthen nibbling her neck. I knew from experience that this was one of her most sensitive places. Her hands were grabbing at her dad's butt as he rubbed his hips to hers. Her eyelids were fluttering already as she enjoyed the feel of her dad's certainly hard cock rubbing against her pussy through their clothes.
I peaked over and saw Angie playing solo for this first round. She had already removed her blouse. With her tiny breasts she had no need of a bra around the house. She was watching her dad humping her sister intently. She was still sitting cross-legged in her running shorts. Her hands were on her nipples making circles on them. I knew she was sending pleasure to her pussy, as her nipples were very, very sensitive. She then took her fingers and pinched her erect nipples.
I closed my eyes again to fully enjoy Rick's kisses and caresses. He had untucked my blouse from my shorts and was reaching under it to undo my bra. He deftly unhooked it one handed. All the practice had made him very good at this. His hand came around and unbuttoned my blouse. He slipped it off my shoulders. It was quickly followed by my bra. His hands felt so good on my tits. He cupped my tit in the palm of his hand and then pinched my nipple firmly. I needed more.
I raised myself up and moved higher on his body. I took my tit in my hand and lowered it to his mouth. "Suck my tits, Rick. You know I love that"