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Chapter 4 After the service that morning, we stood around, greeting and talking to people that we normally don't see any other time but at church. Sharon was off to herself, with a group of ladies that she enjoys talking to, and Dave was busy chatting with some of his own age. I had a few people that I talked to as well, but my eyes kept flitting back to my wife, then my son. I could see them make eye contact every few seconds, and they obviously were just diverting attention from themselves, while still interested only in each other. The look that kept passing between them, bordered on flirting, and I felt a twinge of excitement, that they would do it there in the church, with so many people around. But, I told myself, the OTHER people don't KNOW what I know, so they surely didn't look on their glances as flirty. So I just kept watching, and enjoyed the scene as it played out. As Sharon was returning to me, Dave intercepted her and pulled her aside, and they talked for a few minutes. I had no idea what was being said, but I wished like everything that I could read lips. It was obviously something they didn't want over heard, because they kept glancing side to side, to make sure they were isolated enough from those around them. "You two going to stop by the house before you go home?" my father in law had come up on my blind side, catching me by surprise. I turned to him and grinned sheepishly. I felt like an idiot, not having seen him coming. "I don't know, dad. Sharon's talking to Dave right now. I'm not sure if we'll be going home, or going by Dave's first. Jane’s been sick the last couple of days." "That’s what Dave was telling me earlier. I'm sorry to hear that. If you can't stop by, tell my daughter that... " "Tell your daughter what?" Sharon grinned, coming up to us. Dave was saying his goodbyes to a couple that he and Jane knew, and was leaving. She slipped an arm around her dad's waist, and she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Hi, daddy." she beamed. She was devoted completely to her father. They have a very close relationship, and always have had. "I was just saying to Dave that, if you two can't stop by the house before you go home, I wanted him to tell you that I needed to talk to you sometime, in the next couple of days." Sharon looked from her dad to me, and then back to her dad. "Is something wrong, daddy?" she asked, her face becoming concerned. He chuckled softly, realizing that his tone had sounded a little more ominous than he had intended. "No, no, kitten. I just wondered if you were doing anything special this Saturday evening. If you had any plans." he said. Sharon looked at me, questioning. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head no. "I'll still be on nights through next weekend, honey. So as far as I know, you'll be free." I said, and she nodded, then looked at her father. "I have no plans , daddy. Did you want me to do something for you?" she asked. "You might say that." he grinned. "I was thinking maybe you'd attend a dinner with me next Saturday night. Your mother don't want to attend, and it's our annual conference dinner for all the ministers and their wives." he said. "It will be in Sandusky, so we'll have to leave early, and it'll be late getting back home." Sandusky is about three hours away from us. I looked at Sharon, and she at me, then she smiled. "I'd love to, daddy. Sure I'll go with you." she said, and he smiled. She hugged him again and chuckled, "It's a date." They talked a little more, until some one interrupted them, and he had to move on. He said he'd call her later in the week, to discuss what time they should leave. As I slipped my arm about Sharon's waist, she smiled at me, and we moved towards the door. It was time to go home. She was quiet at first, when we got into the car. "You okay?" I asked, once we were on the road agin. She turned to me, smiling brightly. "Um Hm... why?" she purred. "Just wondered. Everything go okay with Dave? I saw you two talking." I said, hopefully opening the door for some more conversation like we had on the way to church. "He was just filling me in on Jane, was about all." she said. "I felt like I was on pins and needles the whole service though." Her face reddened a little. "Did you see his left hand on the seat between us?" she looked over at me, grinning a little. "Not really, why?" I glanced at her. There was a lot of traffic on the road now, so I had to pay pretty close attention to my driving. "His fingers were rubbing the underside of my right thigh the whole service. I was just sure it showed on my face." she giggled. Sharon has a beautiful soft, feminine giggle. "He asked me if you were going home and going to bed this afternoon." she looked at me, and I could see she was waiting for an answer. "I would imagine, for a little while at least. I'm about dead." I answered. Then I grinned at her. "He wanting to come over?" I raised my eyebrows. "He mentioned going to WalMart this afternoon, and getting Jane some more medicine. He asked if he could stop by, if he did." she said. "I told him to call first." and she looked at me. I smiled. I could tell she wanted to. I just chuckled. "I guess he feels he's got you going now, he don't want to let you think too much about it, afraid you'll change your mind." I said. "I guess I'm going home and go to bed then." I laughed and Sharon blushed. "You don't have to if you don't want to." she grinned, a little embarrassed grin, sliding closer, and laying her head on my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her and pulled her closer, liking the feeling of having her against me. "I said, I guess I 'm going home and go to bed, I didn't say I was going to SLEEP." I added with a chuckle. She elbowed me gently with her elbow, in my ribs. "You're as perverted as I am." she whispered softly, then raised her head to smile at me. "And I love you for it. More than I ever dreamed possible." she added, with a peck on the cheek. "One favor to ask. " I added. "When he gets there, and he will... take him into the kitchen... okay?" she looked at me like I was weird or something. I quickly explained. "The kitchen is just below the bedroom, and the heating duct acts like an amplifier, I can hear what goes on, as if I were in the room with you." I grinned. "And I WANT to hear." I chuckled. "You BIG sneak." she laughed softly, poking me once again in the ribs. How long has THIS been going on anyway." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So, is dad up in bed?" I heard Dave ask. It was about an hour and a half, since we returned from church. They were directly below me, in the kitchen. I was reclining on our bed, in our room, my cock out and in my hand. "Yes, he asked me to get him up about four o'clock. He doesn't want to sleep all day, since he doesn't go back in until Tuesday." She was saying to him. "How is... " and there was silence... then a moan... followed with more silence. "OHHHHHHH... my lord. I wanted you to do that all morning. Sitting there beside you, feeling your hand under my thigh." she sighed at last. "And I wanted to lay you right down on the pew, and fuck your brains out too," he added in a husky voice. "OOOOoooo shit mom. I was just HOPING you'd be naked under this dress." he groaned, obviously finding that she had shed all under garments when she got home. "Lets go into the living room, on the floor, like the first time." he said softly. I could feel the passion building between them. "No, no. Right here!. That way I can hear if your dad gets up. The bedrooms right above us." she said quickly. "We can... Ohhhhhhhh... son... My GOD... it's beautiful!" she gasped softly. "I've never SEEN such a beautiful cock." she praised him. "And to think, I produced this beautiful organ." I heard Dave groan then, and he grunted. "Jesus, you do that right NOW... and I'm gonna cum in your MOUTH!" he cried out softly. "I want it in your PUSSY. Please... I want to feel your pussy hair around me." he begged softly. I could hear them shuffling around down stairs, and then the kitchen table creaked loudly. "OHHH GOD... that's cold." Sharon giggled and then gasped... "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... right there!!!! Ohhhhh... honey... that's where my sweet baby belongs!" "I bought some rubbers... they're in my coat." he gasped, as the table began to creak a little louder. They were fucking,... slowly. I started jacking my cock, in rhythm with the creaking kitchen table. I wanted to match their cumming with my own. "NO ! No rubbers... " she gasped, as the tempo picked up. "I want it inside me!... I want to feel you filling me with it... " she groaned. "But, mother... what if... " he started, and she cut him off... "I won't... don't worry... ! But if I should?... We'll deal with it then." she panted. The table was creaking loudly now, and I could hear the slapping bellies. I envisioned her hairy pussy, sucking around his pistoning flesh, and her belly, humping against his, as he filled her again and again with his manhood. My orgasm wasn't long in cumming, as I pumped harder, listening to them, and envying Dave every thrust into his mother's belly. "Mom!... OHHHHHH... MOTHER!" He grunted... "HERE... IT... CCCUUUMMMMSSSSSSS... !!!!!!!" And I thought the table was going to collapse, they were fucking so hard. Their bodies slapping together... as they both went exploding over the top. "YES !!!!... I'M THERE!... OHHHH... Da... VIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...!!!!" she squealed, and I heard her cry muffled as he obviously kissed her, trying to keep their secret. My cum shot out of my cock, and came right back down, splattering on my chest, as I pumped it until I was empty. I was smiling from ear to ear, as I listened to them fucking away, knowing my wife was smiling at my getting to hear them.