The next morning was clear, bright and sunny. Jan and I awoke to smell a delicious breakfast that Ida was fixing for us, she had silently gotten up and gently disengaged herself from us to prepare breakfast.
"Man!" I sighed, yawning and stretching. "I haven't slept that good in years."
"Me neither," Jan added, as she did the same. "Good morning, Unc, baby," she said, as she leaned down to kiss me gently on the mouth.
"Good morning to you, baby," I replied after our kiss.
"Somethin' smells good...I'm famished," Jan said.
"So am I," I added, as I swung my legs off of the side of the bed. Jan followed...and as we stood, we embraced and kissed heavily...I could once again feel my dick getting hard again.
Heck, I'd came twice already but I thought that I could do some more...but it would have to be later on, after we all had got some peptone in our bodies.
Holding hands, we went out of the bedroom and walked up the hall towards the front room...and the kitchen, where a smiling Ida was fixing pancakes, toast, sausage, eggs and bacon...and coffee as well, she even had orange juice set up in glasses around the table.
"So my horny babies finally woke up? Did you sleep well?" Ida grinned.
"Yes...how was yours?" I asked.
Jan added, "I could've gotten up and helped you, or Unc could've...it wouldn't have any problem."
"That's true, I never mind tryin' to help somebody," I agreed.
Ida said, "I slept soundly, like a baby. But hush! You're my guests, I want to make sure that you're well-fed and comfortable while you're here. I don't get to do this too much anymore, bein' out here by myself.
When I divorced that no-good bastard of a husband, I had intended on just livin' the life of a hermit, stayin' to myself and not tryin' to meet anyone else. But it's good that I got out some, otherwise I wouldn't have met such a nice person as your Unc," she continued.
"Yes," I said, "He must have been a complete jerk to have mistreated you the way he did. I never have cared for abusive men, whether it's mental abuse or physical, both are bad. Women weren't made to be used as a punchin' bag, they were made for gentleness and for lovin'. That's what I was taught."