Lackadaisical 1

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I've been out of school almost two years. I work in boat design. I spent the first year putting them together but the boss liked my interest and let me hang out in the design shop. Now I do about half and half. I absolute love boat design. I found where I could take courses and started those and I'm gaining experience faster than I ever thought. I know I'm still fairly ignorant about boat design but the boss says this is how you do it, a little at a time. Sis is married and gone, just to the other side of town, and dad's hobby is reconditioning classic cars when he's not flying at a small commuter airline. He used to fly biggies but it was pressure and he's happier where he is.

He likes me staying at home. I have a suspicion it's because I readily help him in his car projects. I enjoy that too. Not boats but near enough so I can learn the technical processes in general.

One day we were in the back garage with one of his cars and he said, "Ross, I think I dropped the ball. With your mom. Have you noticed? She's quieter, more reserved, doesn't do as much, lackadaisical. I mean fun stuff, for herself not work things. I fly, get out and meet people and have the cars to play with. We're not as close as we used to be. Not as intimate as often."

"Now that you mentioned it that sounds right," I said. "Not about the intimate, I don't know about that but the other things. I think I thought something about that some time back."

"I know it's gone on longer that I thought at first," he said. "If I start making changes she's going to notice and it'll get to be another whole thing. That's how suspicions of an affair start. Once you think somebody's having an affair it never goes away. I'm going to slowly see if I can turn things back around to where they used to be. It shouldn't take that long. I need to distract her some so she doesn't particularly notice. Dinner out then more of that, bring her something back every now and then. Things I used to do. I don't know why I stopped that much. Things just got routine I guess."

"I understand," I said. "It sounds like you know what you want to do. I'll do that too. I used to bring her things from the shore when I was down. She always appreciated it."

"Good," he said. "It helps. I want to give her something to think about to distract her, get her mind going. Do you think you could find a way to start interrupting us? She won't be expecting that. Sitting on the bed maybe then sticking around for a while. It'll be an imposing man in our bed, even as our son, and she'll feel it and that'll distract her. If I run my fingers down her back or something she'll think about me doing that with you there and she'll think about it for days."

"Sure," I said. "I can do that. I did that when I was a kid and we talked all the time, it'll almost seem like normal. You and I can talk about cars. Let me know when it's enough and I'll phase out of it."

Dad got up. Time to get to work on the car. "Great," he said. "I'll start on the welding. All the flammables are contained. Work on whichever part you want."

I started two days later, on Sunday morning. Mom always stayed in bed until 8:00 but I could hear her going to the bathroom or to get something to drink earlier and getting back in bed. Dad was usually asleep or floating. I went over and mom wasn't all that surprised. I smiled and went towards the bed, big king size, and she scooted backwards to give me room. Rather than sit I got on the top of the sheet right at mom and stretched down the bed and propped up on my elbow. She had a gown on with the sheet up about half way on her breasts. I had on my gray loose bed shorts I could wear around the house and looked normal.

"Hi Ross," she said.

"Hi mom," I said. "Want to have lunch Tuesday?"

"Sure," she said. "Where do you want to go?"

"You pick," I said. "Let me know, usual time."

Dad said, "Is that Ross?" He sounded sleepy. He said, "Ross, I finished the welding. I'm not doing anything today."

I said, "Ok."

I whispered to mom, but not loud enough she could hear, "We have to distract him from his cars before it becomes an obsession."

"What," she whispered back.

I looked over her at dad and lifted up and got under the covers and got closer to her. I whispered right in her ear, "We have to distract him from his cars before it becomes an obsession."

She nodded and made a comment and we talked about this and that. I got my feet with hers and my knees with hers and I had an arm around the back of her pillow. It was nice when her breast started brushing my chest. Under her gown but still. We talked quietly for a few minutes then her eyes seemed to try to look around her back but she didn't turn. A minute or two and she slipped her hand down her side and over on her buns. I think she was moving dad's hand from playing with her. I stayed a little longer then left. They were in bed longer than normal. At breakfast mom seemed more cheerful.

Dad was doing something somewhere else so I said, "Mom, do you think dad's concerned about me being in bed with you? Should I stop doing that, and what about you?"

"No, I don't think it bothers him at all," she said, "and what about me?"

"Mom, being in bed with a hottie like you does things to us young virile men," I said. "I don't want to embarrass us. Just ignore it or better yet maybe you could enjoy the moment. I wouldn't mind and you might like it. It sure makes the day go better."

Mom poured me some coffee and didn't say anything.

I found a blouse her size of the type I knew she liked and took all the tags off and gave it to her when we had lunch. I didn't say where it came from and it wasn't in a sack. She really liked it. Dad took mom out to dinner the day after we had lunch. Friday night I followed her to bed. Dad was reading. She climbed in and I got in under the sheets. She didn't seem surprised and we settled down. Our knees were mingled.

After we talked a few minutes I said, "Can I play with your knee?"

She looked at me and said, "Why do you want to play with my knee?"

I leaned closer and whispered, "Mom, you're a girl."

She didn't do anything for a full minute then she said, "Ok." She took my hand and put it down on her knee.

I let it lay there a moment and leaned closer and whispered, "I meant the other knee."

She waited another moment and said, "Ok."

I slid my hand down slowly to the other knee letting my fingers trace over everything. I got my palm around her knee with my fingers up on the top and twisted my hand so my fingers played with the outside and top and pushed my fingers inside of her thigh right at her knee. My fingers kept running into her other knee so she moved it back down some leaving her inner thigh open for my fingers. I wasn't going to feel my mom up but I thought I would at least feel something.

I started on another casual subject to talk about, one of her friends daughters, and let my fingers play around her knee and up the inside of her thigh. Not that much but enough for her to enjoy the exploration. I got up about three-quarters, right on the inside with a few fingers playing over the top and under to the bottom of her thigh. I got a lip press out of her and didn't go higher but played from her knee to there. Every time I mention something about her friend's daughter I squeezed her thigh so she would get used to it. I mentioned her bathing suit and how little it covered her breasts and got my whole hand under her thigh and pulled and let it back down. That was a good one.

Dad turned over and I felt mom's middle move but I kept my hand on her inner thigh. I think dad was rubbing down in the back of her pants and she had me in front on her thighs. I chatted along like normal, quietly. She slid her hand down on mine but didn't move it. I waited a moment and moved my hand on top of hers with my fingers along hers and slowly played with her inner thigh with her palm and fingers doing the playing. I went on up to her pants and let her fingers rub her. She directed her fingers about half the time and I followed. I could feel her thigh with the edge of my hand so I knew her fingers were on just below her clit, with mine on top of hers. We were doing all that but ignoring it.

I pulled her hand back to her knee and whispered, "Put your hand on top of mine like that."

She did and I slid us to my crotch and got my dick and wrapped my fingers around it with hers following, right on top of mine. Up and down slowly and up to the top. We kept talking about something or other and ignored me. Dad turned over and moved more towards the side of his bed. I noticeably pushed my dick down so it stuck right out and mom straightened her legs and moved right into it. I got my hand down off the head and pushed out so it went through my fingers and we met somewhere between her clit and crotch and stayed there with a little pressure to move us around on each other.

I was surprised this visit worked itself out that way. It was enormous fun for me and I think she let herself go there for a while and enjoyed herself. Filling in some desires. The next day her and dad went to the mall and ate there and mom came back with some nice things she liked. The mornings at the boat yard are hectic, paper work and customer calling and parts ordering. Very little chance to get any actual work done on the boats. We usually started that about 9 or 9:30 so I had some time at home most mornings after dad left.

I said to mom, "Thank you. That was one of the best times I've had lately. I could hardly keep myself quiet. There were a million things I wanted to do to tease you, and me. I hope it wasn't excessive. I love where your fingers go."

She said, "Your dad was doing something and ..."

I thought he was down in the back of your pants," I said.

"He was," she said.

"I think he likes playing with you thinking we're doing something," I said. "It's probably a little more exciting for him."

"I thought something like that too," she said. "Both times you were there he did that. I think a lot of men like that."

"Mom," I said. "I'm perfectly happy to give you as much teasing and pleasure in little doses as you want or are enjoying until either you or dad think it's too much. It's great fun for me and I certainly need the practice. I think it's what Cindy likes to do in between big events."

"I was thinking about big events," she said. "It was nice. I won't mention our teasing to Cindy."

I gave her a big hug and said, "Thank you mom."

Late that afternoon dad and I were in the shop doing a couple of small chores. I said, "After two times have you noticed any change."

"Oh yes," he said. "Most definitely. Thank you very much. It seems to be working just right and at the right speed. She's more lively and looser. We're connecting more often during the day and its more fun."

"Great," I said.

"Ross," he said. "You're worried you're going to far aren't you. She's a grown woman and she knows what she likes and doesn't like. If you go too far she'll give you a clue. It won't be a problem. As long as she's receptive you're good to go. Just so you know, I have a hearing plug in my right ear and with my left ear on the pillow I can't hear a thing and if you or her move around I can't feel it through the mattress. If I turn over and you two seem kind of still I might tease her. If I got up and left you two alone it would seem odd to her and she might be having more fun with you with me there. Even if you were moving I would only help out a little so it was more fun. I think of it as a family thing and family effort."

Well, that certainly cleared that up. It was interesting to me that mom and I could have the most interesting and casual conversations while playing with each other and ignoring it at the same time. I went over for the third time. About 15 minutes after mom went to bed. Dad's light was out. I slipped in under the sheets and over to mom. Mom reached back and turned her light out. The silent switch was on the headboard. It wasn't totally dark.

She said, "Would you mind doing what we were doing before you left last time? I didn't get enough of that."

"I didn't either," I said. "Would you like me to take my shorts off or would you like to take your pants off or should we take them both off? It'll be kind of erotic but that's good."

She waited then said, "Your shorts."

I slipped my shorts off and reached a hand over on her buns and on down to her thighs, which were together. I teased her with my fingers until I couldn't get any further. I aimed my dick and when she moaned quietly I knew I hit the right spot. She lifted her leg a little but I kept my fingers in back from going on under. Mom started moving into me in a nice slow rhythm, rubbing her outer lips against me. I had my lower arm around her pillow and pulled both my hands so we got more of our body together.

I said, "How's the best way to make chocolate chip cookies?"

She tilted up and kissed me. My mom. Mouth open and tongue in and her whole kissing stuff didn't stop moving. This went on and on. My dick was really hard and my balls were more or less resting because we weren't moving all that much. I had my hand up the inside of her pants at the leg on her buns and butt crack and massaging around. I felt her pants going down around my hand so I pulled it back and they went on down and I assume, off. I got on her buns like before and she wrapped a hand around my dick.

She said, "Try not to get in me too far. What was that about cookies?"

I nodded against her face and she started getting my dick where she wanted it. I thrust enough so she had enough to work with. It got wet fairly quick. I could feel soft hot moist flesh on the head almost constantly. She could be fucking me a little and I wouldn't know it. I didn't mind, I was really glad she was having some fun with this. I started pulling her gown up. I got it above her breasts and over her head and she pressed right into me. We had been at this for longer than I knew. We were both going slow enough to contain ourselves.

I felt the bed shiver a little and I pulled my hand off her buns and up on her side, more towards the front. She moved a little and pulled my dick way up high so it pointed above her tuff. She raised her upper leg and planted her foot for about two minutes then swung her leg over my hip so she was fully open. I could feel her thrusting her hips at me two or three inches and realized dad was finger fucking mom. She still had a hand around my dick and was jacking it when she thrust her hips.

She gave me a kiss and said, "Don't go away."

She turned over. I could see dad's head then mom was on her side facing him. I felt one of her legs disappear, her lower one, then the upper one. She was wrapped around his waist. She was wide open. They wiggled around and she started thrusting at dad and she reached back and pulled me into a shallow spoon. She pushed and pulled until she had me where she wanted me. She got my dick and got it in her butt crack. I could feel her buns moving when dad thrust into her. I was keeping my body away from hers except her butt and my dick. I didn't want to meet dad halfway. She tilted her buns back just a little bit and started fucking backwards into my dick and I started going in.

I didn't know what to do. I should have been gone by now. It was over the top erotic, probably what they both needed so I gave up and let it happen. My dick went in too smooth so she's done this before and she probably lubed her butt before she got me in. I got in past the ridge and a little farther and she held my dick so I would thrust just that much. She let go and I got matched up with her and dad. It was a few minutes before I realized I could feel dad's dick in her vagina. We were passing each other with some thin membranes between us. I didn't know what to make of it or what to do about it. I guess dad didn't mind. It may have been a purely mom thing.

It was some of the finest sex I ever experienced. I reached up and over to one of mom's nipples. Every now and then I could feel dad's chest on the back of my hand. He was probably trying to stay away. I was very close to an orgasm and no way could I stop. I started to let go and mom reached back and grabbed my dick and helped. She squealed and jerked with me. We slowly got through it and dad grunted and did his. We all went to sleep. I got up sometimes during the night and went to my bedroom and showered when I woke up about 7:00.

Dad was gone when I went to cook breakfast. Mom was already up and had it ready. Neither one of us said a word about it but we did look at each other between bites. We talked about other stuff and I went to the boat yard. Two days later when dad and I got a chance to work in the garage together we took a break and had some coffee.

He said, "Thank you Ross. I don't know if I could have turned this around. I was worried more than I let on. We're fine now. To solve this with a little bit of sex is amazing. I can comfortably let you two enjoy yourselves whenever you want. I wouldn't mind watching now and then. It's erotic. For your mom too. This is my last car project. Your mom and I can fly with the big airline for free. Anytime, anywhere. Comes with the pension package. We're going to travel and enjoy ourselves."

He must have said something to mom about us and sex. The next time I was home for a few hours and dad wasn't there mom said, "Would you like to spend a little time in your bedroom with me?"

I said, "I would love to do that."

She took my hand and away we went. I pulled the covers off and got undressed. She was nude by then and on the bed. She got on her stomach and put a pillow under her lower stomach and handed me the lube.

She said, "Not the back, the front. Try not to orgasm all that soon. Legs out or in as you like."

I've only gotten to do Cindy once this way. All that skin and her butt coming into me every time I went down was almost too good to put up with. It was prime sex. No reservations this time. I lubed us and got on top. Perfect angle and I slipped in so smoothly. Mom wasn't all that loose. I stopped the first time in when I couldn't go in any further. The erotic feeling was over the top. I lay there with my eyes closed and breathed with my dick trying to explode from pleasure. I think she knew. I started thrusting at a medium rate. Perfect fucking and I wouldn't orgasm. Mom moaned several times and was quiet too.

After a few minutes mom said, "I dated your dad maybe 5 or 6 times. No sex, maybe holding hands. It was summer, we were finished with school and headed for college. I went over to his house one afternoon about 3:30 or so. His dad answered the door. I said I came to see your dad but he probably surmised that. I didn't see his mom. His dad took me by the hand and took me to your dad's bedroom. Before he opened the door he said, 'Supper is at 6:00'. He opened the door and I went in and he closed the door. It was almost dark in there but I could see him in bed.

"I went over and stared at him then I started taking my clothes off. I got in bed and woke him up. We fucked every way we could. We barely made supper. Nobody said a word about it. It was like it never happened. The next time we did oral. We got married the next summer. You came the next summer. I finished college online. Once your dad and his dad did me like you and your dad did. Same positions. Only time your dad ever got my butt. That's the only time you get my butt. I love fucking like this. No hurry but when you want to, turn me over and fuck me. Stay there as long as you want to. Have an orgasm. We'll get going again. I'm just horny. I think your dad likes us fucking. He liked me fucking his dad."