Foreword
Just a note of thank you for all the great reviews! I do include those, of you, who felt length on the first writing too long. Apparently, there is a magical formula which I have yet to hit upon. Here's hoping you find this next section every bit as entertaining as the first. As always, looking forward to your comments.
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Chapter 13
In the days, immediately, following our return from the summer cabin, things quieted down – way down. Mandy and Arlene worked their jobs, I was busy at mine and the folks stayed home, apparently with nothing much going on. The house hold was "normal", for lack of a better description and, two weeks later, boring for the first time that summer.
A single, but quite notable, exception took place, on Tuesday, of that second week. I walked in that evening, after work, catching dad giving it to mom, as she lay bent over the kitchen table, the shock value was priceless! I stammered and stuttered and mom just screamed. Dad slowly stopped poking her, giving me a stupid grin and shrugged his shoulders.
I couldn't help but grin in return and walked off hearing my mother chastise dad for his "stupid - kid like" tendencies and then, finally moan, as he must have resumed his amorous efforts. They avoided me for the next few days and when my mother did finally talk to me she started out with a very red, blushed, face.
"Barry...Oh God Barry, I'm so sorry that you walked in on us..."
"Mom, stop please. Its okay, just stop, you're married. What you do in your own home is up to you. I think it's great you and dad have a healthy sex life...Christ I hope I do at your age." I responded, ending her apology.
"Barry! I mean, God I don't know what I mean...Thank you, but we're not that old!" She stammered, as I leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"Forget it mom...It was an accident okay?" I replied and then turned away.
Just as I reached the doorway, I turned and added one last comment, unable to resist.
"Damn I will say one thing though, dad can sure lay down the wood – and you, wow, I never knew my mother was so smoking!" and grinned walking away.
"Barry! Dammit Barry, get back in here! Oh Christ!" I heard her yell out.
A few hours later, dad knocked on my door and entered, without asking, and started to babble about the scene in the kitchen.
"Dad, please stop." I said holding up my hand. "Look, I know moms worried but I'm cool. I told her I thought it was great and I don't talk to anyone about what goes on around here."
I watched him wipe his face, apparently, relieved that I understood, and then turn to leave. As he grabbed the door, I came up with a last comment for him too,
"I've never thought about the kitchen table...How is that?"
Dad shot me a look that would kill, if possible, and slammed my door shut, as I broke up, laughing my ass off. Of course I had told a lie, at least some what. "Mandy and Arlene would truly enjoy this one!" I thought, easing back on my pillow.
I let things calm down, over the next few days, but our meal time was always something just a little special, after that. Mom was constantly blushing, when she looked at me, and dad just scowled, waiting for me to open my mouth. Of course I didn't - being the good son I was. Mandy and Arlene were clueless, as usual, and never understood anything was going on.
Friday arrived, with all the good feelings of a work week near finished. I was getting ready for work and heard my bathroom door open.
"Barry...Barry, answer me." My mother's voice rang out.
"Ya mom...What's up?" I replied, shocked she had entered while I was showering.
"Barry, your father and I are leaving for the weekend...A business thing and I want you to keep an eye on things around here for us. I don't trust the girls." She called out.
I smiled and thought about the priceless image I carried and slowly opened the shower door, letting my cock precede my body, in it's semi-hard state, and innocently asked,
"Business mom? You mean like..."
I held back my laughter, as I looked at her wide eyes, staring at my cock, and her lips trembling, as she tried to respond.
"Yes...Oh my....Ahh, yes business Barry - you understand, right?" She muttered, not taking her eyes away and putting her hand to her lips.
I stepped into the shower doorway, fully, exposing my naked body, as she stared with her mouth open, trying to go on.
"Like the kind of business you two were up to the other day?" I asked, trying to flex my penis and failed.
"Yes – NO! I mean no...Really, not that – kind of business..." She responded, trailing off, still ogling my manhood.
Suddenly, she shook her head and looked at my face, a large smile on her lips and said,
"You will take care of things while we're away – taking care of our business?"
"You bet mom, no problem." I said, my cock starting to rise slightly.
I watched mom turn away, slowly, giving me several return looks, as she approached the bathroom door and then fumbling with the door knob, finally getting it to turn, and taking one long last stare, commenting,
"Thank you Barry, for being nak...I mean discrete! I...I know your father appreciates it very much." and she walked out, her face beet red, closing the door behind her.
I looked down and my cock was at half mast and I shook my head over what I had just done. Seconds later I realized it wasn't just what I had done at all. "My mom was talking to me, watching my dick rise...Holy shit!" I thought, stepping from the shower and closing the door slowly, half smiling to myself.
I was starting to towel off when Mandy burst through the door.
"Whoa! Are you fucking nuts!" I yelled out.
"Why?" She asked, chewing away at her gum, staring at my penis, which I held in my hand.
"Mom. Dad. Are you crazy? What if they saw you!" I said, forcefully, but in a low tone.
"They're gone...Passed mom on the way up. Said they were going away for the weekend - so, like what's up Barry?" Mandy asked, grinning as she stared at my penis.
I sighed in relief and turned to sit down on the toilet lid, and Mandy immediately jumped on my lap, raising her skirt and wiggling her bare ass and pussy on my cock, smiling.
