After a couple of days, I was able to break free of Thelma. We were still lovers, but I was able to get back home to my family.
"See, what did I tell you?" sister Emma said with a snicker.
"Yeah, finally you were correct about something," I move quickly to grab her but she moved way faster, escaping my grasp.
"I was just going to give you a kiss, Emma," I said innocently, hoping to mask my naughty intent.
"Liar! I saw the look in your eye, brother."
"But you like it?" I reply,
"I do, but not tonight, so take a cold shower," She replied, turning her back to me then fleeing out of my grasp up the stairs?
I follow but at a respectable distance to avoid being slapped. At the head of the stairs, my mother accost me,
"David, zip me up."
I feel around the front cupping her tits, "No bra tonight, mother?"
"You are correct baby, nor am I wearing any panties either for your information, baby. Now, dear, we are a male player short for the bridge club, so freshen up, change clothes, then join your father and me out by the car."
"Yes, ma'am."
When I join them by the car, I ask,
"Want me to drive dad?"
"Yes, please do."
"The Country Club?"
"Yes dear, the country club," mom says.
"How do you think your mother looks tonight, David?"
"Ravishing, dad."
"See, you are still appealing, my love."
Mom is silent but I wondered what brought that up. Even though my family is sexually open, mom and dad still keep things between themselves away from their offspring, pillow talk.
After dropping the folks by the door, I park then walk back to join them.
"David! David!"
I recognize the voice so I reply, "Good evening, Mrs. Green."
I retrace my steps to meet her.
"Good evening, David," she answered, " My you are looking handsome."
"Thank you," I replied in turn.
"You are going to be my partner tonight."
"Really? Where is Mr. Green?"
"At home ill, dear."
"It is nothing serious, I hope?"
"So do we, dear."
That answer was pregnant with meaning, but I thought it best not to pursue it any further.
Once inside the card room, allow everyone but me it seems, is milling about with their martinis acting sauce. I hate the taste of a martini, it reminds me of rubbing alcohol. Borbon or Scotch are the drinks I like, but it seems that amber-colored spirits are frowned upon.
"David, your mother sent me over to tell you to mingle with a glass in your hand. I know you hate martini's so a glass of Chardonnay would be acceptable to her."
"Yes, sir, To the bartender, "A glass of Chardonnay please."
I turn to socialize then notice that Mrs. Mary James is beckoning me over.
"Good evening Mrs. James. How are you this evening?
She pulls me over then says, "Horny. Please fuck me tonight, stud."
Now I am puzzled, what are we doing tonight? Are we playing cards, playing cards then fucking, or just fucking. Before I can get to dad, the time to play cards has arrived. After seating my partner, I am directed to the chair to her right rather than across the table from her. The reason became evident when I felt her hand fondling my cock through my pants. I, in turn, explored up the skirt on the woman to my right. I wondered if she had left her panties off as my mother had done.
