Chapter 1
The next day was taken up by everyone chipping in to take care of the baby and with errands and helping Dad out, since he needed help every time he needed to get up. The baby took up a lot of Rita's time, so I jumped in helping with the laundry and dinner too. That night we were all pretty worn out and just sat around watching t.v. When we were getting ready for bed the baby began to fuss and didn't really settle down all night, so I never got a chance to visit Mom.
The next day was a lot like the last, with errands and such. I got a couple of long-full looks from Mom and at one point we managed to sneak put to the garage for a couple of long wet kisses. Before you knew it, it was time for dinner again and the whole evening took on a déjà vu kind of feeling. Dad seemed to get a little better and could sit up for a while. Once again we all sat around watching t.v. until bedtime. This time the baby seemed to go down nice and I found myself lying in bed waiting for Rita to go to sleep. About an hour later I was sure she was out and slid out of bed and out of the room and into my Mom's. She was waiting for me as I slid into bed next to her, wrapping her arms around me and greeting me with a ferocious french kiss that soon led to another round of incestual lovemaking and that led to another. I crawled out of her room about two hours later and joined Rita in bed.
The next morning Mom decided to go do some shopping, winking at me, indicating it was time for some new teddies and I had some errands I needed to run. Rita gave me a list of things to get and said she would keep Dad company. I got halfway to the store when I realized I forgot my wallet and turned back to get it. I parked out front and ran in through the garage. The wallet was just where I left it in the kitchen, so I grabbed it and turned to go when I heard something sounding like sobbing coming from the living room. I quietly peered around the kitchen into the living room and saw Rita sitting next to Dad on the couch. She was wiping her eyes with a kleenex and my Dad had an arm around her shoulder.
“Thanks for listening Dad,” she sobbed. “If it wasn't for you to talk to I don't know what I'd do.”
“It's o.k,” Dad replied. “Anytime you feel like it let me know.”
“Thanks,” replied Rita “I just don't know what I'm going to do about Tom and I.”
“It will all work out for the best, you take my word for it,” Dad said, leaning over and kissing her temple.
I backed out and left and got into my car. Interesting, I thought to myself, she's crying on Dad's shoulder. I wonder how long that's been going on? I put it out of my head and went about my business and made my way back. By then Rita seemed to be back to her old self as I helped her with the baby and dinner. Mom arrived back with a pile of boxes that made my dick lurch in my pants. She put them in her room and joined in with the preparation work. The night went on rather uneventful and we soon found ourselves back in front of the t.v. until bedtime. Tonight the baby was fussy again and it started a long night for Rita and I, so no visit to Mom.
The next morning Mom announced she made plans to go shopping with old friends and would be gone for a while. After breakfast Rita asked me if I'd go to the mall, it seems the baby had run out of a few different thinks and she needed to stay here and vacuum. The baby was down for his morning nap, so I agreed and went to my room to get dressed. When I came out Rita was already busy vacuuming the living room, but I noticed something that gave me reason to pause. Dad was lying on the couch as usual, but instead of watching t.v., he was watching Rita vacuum. She had on a v-neck t-shirt and a denim skirt that was about mid thigh in length. Just as I started to watch Dad watch Rita, she bent down to move some magazines out of her way. As she did her skirt rode way up the back of her thighs, coming to rest at the edge of her panties.
Now like I said, Rita has killer legs and if you like full built women with big tits, she's pretty hot. Well it was obvious that Dad did because as Rita bent over Dad's eyebrows flared up and the look on his face as he eyed the inadvertent leg shot was pure lust. I was kind of amused, realizing that the old man isn't quite as dead as he professes. I stood there watch for a bit as Rita worked her way around the room, bending over every once in a while to move something in her path, giving Dad several unintentional leg shots. At one point she was vacuuming around the coffee table, right in front of Dad and accidentally knocked over the remote. She bent down to retrieve it, giving Dad an eyeful of cleavage of her huge tits. I thought he was going to come right out off the couch as his face dropped while looking down her shirt.
The show was over pretty quickly as Rita finished up and made her way into the hall. I gave her a wave as I walked by and made my way out to my car. Once again I realized that I had forgotten something and needed to turn around. I got back to the house and was looking for the list Rita had made for me when I realized the vacuum wasn't running. I heard voices and wondered if Rita was having another sob session with my Dad. I carefully peered around the corner only to find that Rita was just helping Dad with his pill. He had a real tough time swallowing pills, so you had to be ready in case he starts to choke. He was sitting up and Rita was kneeling in front of him, water in one hand, the pill in the other.
“O.K. Dad, take a drink first,” she instructed. He took the water from her and took a gulp, wetting down his throat.
“You ready for the pill?” she asked.
“Yup,” he replied She gave it to him, watching carefully for any sign of choking. When he downed the pill with no problem she smiled at him and he smiled back.
“No problem,” she said.
“Nope,” he replied ‘Thanks for helping sweetie.”
“Oh, it's my pleasure Dad,” she replied. “I'm glad I can help you.”
“You're the best,” he said.
