One more chapter to come in this series... SL
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"Honey! Jack! I'm home!" Mike called out as he came in the house. Suzy was in the kitchen putting the finishing touch on dinner and Jack was setting the table.
"Hey, I've got good news!" Mike said excitedly as he entered the kitchen, setting his briefcase down on the counter.
"Oh yeah?" Suzy said, raising her eyebrows. "What is it?"
"Goldstein was so impressed with the way I closed down our Zimbabwe operations, he told me to take a month's vacation!"
Jack dropped the silverware.
With a tremendous effort, Suzy just managed to keep the tidal wave of irritation from registering on her face.
"Oh. I, um, I see..."
"Great, huh? I certainly deserve it, if I say so myself!"
"Sure. Well, uh, where do you want to go on your vacation?" Suzy asked, smiling suddenly as she got an idea. "I bet you really want to get away from it all - from everybody. Now you can take that hunting trip to Alaska you've been talking about for years. A month of mountains & fresh air would do you good!" she said encouragingly.
"Ah, I thought about it, but I'm just too worn out for that. Zimbabwe really took it out of me, baby," he said, shaking his head wearily. "No. What I want most of all is just a good, long rest - right here, at home with my family," he smiled, draping his arms over their shoulders in his affectionate but overbearing way.
Suzy glanced quickly at Jack. His expression was not exactly one of unbounded joy...
The following days were ones of great frustration for Suzy & Jack. They were simply never alone. Mike would either be sprawled out on the couch reading the paper, or in the hammock in the backyard, wearing ugly Bermuda shorts and a "wife beater" t-shirt and listening to hideous old Cat Stevens tunes.
Suzy was upstairs making the bed one afternoon when Jack crept up behind her and playfully squeezed her butt.
"Stop that! Your father's right downstairs!" she whispered nervously.
"Ah hell, don't worry about him, he's out cold," Jack said, waving his hand dismissively. "This is the perfect time for a little fun..." He began to unbutton her blouse with a leer.
"Oh no you don't - uh uh," she said, slapping his hands away. "If I've told you once, I've told you a dozen times: we are not going to do it with Mike in the house!."
"But he's ALWAYS in the house now! Shit, he's hangin' around like a stray dog..."
"I know, I know," Suzy replied with a look of frustration. "I want you, too, but there's no way I'm going to risk getting caught. We'll just have to wait, that's all."
"Wait? Christ, it's been nearly 2 weeks already! I've got a 'round-the-clock hard on that's driving me up the wall. I need your pussy, dammit!" he exclaimed.
"Shhh! Quiet!" Suzy said in a panicky hiss, looking toward the bedroom door.
"Look, I want to know when we're gonna screw," Jack demanded.
"Don't you speak to me in that tone of voice, mister!" she flared. "We'll do it when it's safe and not before, and that's the end of it. In the meantime you just be patient, like me. Now, let me finish making this bed."
"Fuck..." Jack muttered disgustedly as he stalked out of the room...
"Go! That's it - run! Almost there! Yes! Touchdown! Woohoo!" Mike cheered, raising his arms in the vicarious triumph of the couch potato. Jack looked at him with a bored contempt.
"I know ol' Jamal is nothing but a thug who should be in prison, but damn, can he ever tote that pigskin, huh? Heh heh!." He slapped Jack on the knee & took a swig of beer.
"Yeah, sure" There was a metallic cacophony of pans in the kitchen. "I think I'll see if Mom needs a hand..."
"Ok, bud."
"How's the game?" Suzy asked as he walked in.
"Eh, who cares. I came to see if you want some help."
"Oh, sure. You can dry the dishes as I wash them," she said, handing him the towel.
Jack noticed she was wearing a short green skirt that showed off her curvy thighs to their best advantage. And he also saw that she had on her new pair of white leather flats. His penis instantly began to stir as she handed him the first wet plate. He dried it absentmindedly as he watched his mother's tiny hands scrubbing the dishes; her French-nailed fingers gripping the sponge stick. His mind flashed back to the moments when those little fingers had been wrapped around his ejaculating cock. For an instant, the suds on them became his jism.