Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter 9 The ride to my in-law's house that evening was spent mainly discussing the trip coming up the next day. I could feel it in Sharon's words, and in her excitement, that she was really looking forward to going with her father. Not once, did she mention our conversation of that morning, regarding myself and Jane. Nor did I inquire about she and Milton, and him coming in for a quickie before going on to work. It was as if, it was agreed that we'd discuss it at another time perhaps. I did mention something that had been troubling me that past couple of days. I had been thinking about it, and I realized that, while I had been a silent party at her other sexual encounters, of the past week or so, it was not going to be possible for me to get to witness the first, and perhaps the most exciting fuck of all. That of her and her father, if in fact it did come about, during their trip on Saturday. That really upset me, and I voiced those concerns to her, as we drove to her folks. "Honey," she chuckled softly. "Don't you think I'm capable of telling you all about it, if it happens?" she rubbed my arm, treating me as a kid almost. She was giving me that,"Poor Baby" look she sometimes does, and it made me grin. It always does, when she does it. "I had already thought about that, love. And I fully intend to make a mental note of everything that goes on between us tomorrow, whether sexual or not." she smiled at me. "So don't get in a funk, okay?" she kissed my cheek. "Lets have fun tonight." she wiped her lipstick smear off my cheek, and I patted her on the thigh. "Okay, honey. I'm sorry. I just realized it the day before yesterday, and I felt like I was really getting screwed, not getting to see it happen. You better take good note." I looked at her and chuckled. "I plan to do just that... I assure you." She said, glancing at the dash board clock. It was almost five thirty. We were suppose to be there at five thirty. I was just pulling onto their street, so we were right on time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mom had everything sitting on the table, ready to eat, when we walked in. After a round of hugs, shaking hands, and a couple of kisses, one for my mother in-law, and my father in-law giving Sharon a big hug and a kiss. We sat down to eat. My mother in law, is one of the all time great cooks, and I made a fool of myself, eating so much. I always do. But she likes it, because she knows it means I love her food. We talked about everything under the sun, and I tried to pay very close attention to my mother in-law. I wanted to make her feel extra special tonight. Dad even hinted a couple of times about his phone call, the night he "interrupted" Sharon and I, as we had sex. Sharon laughed about it, and so did I. But when I looked her way, she was studying her father closely, trying to figure out what he was really trying to get across. When she saw me watching her, she blushed, and looked down at her plate. Her dad just continued to look at her. "Do you go back out to work tonight, Dave?" Mom asked, as the conversation started to lag a little. "Yeah, I'm supposed to work tonight, and tomorrow night, then I'm off three nights again." I replied. "What time do you usually go in?" she asked. "I usually leave home no later than ten thirty, if I can help it. I like to get there a little early." "Speaking of which, daddy, if you want me to type that report for you, we ought to go do it. So Dave can go home and lie down awhile." Sharon said, putting down her napkin and looking at her dad. Her dad scooted his chair back and stood up. "I've got it all ready, it shouldn't take too long, kitten. It's over on my desk in the study." "Listen." I spoke up. "Dad, there's no big rush on my part. What ever time I get home I'll lay down for a few minutes. You two, go on over and take your time. I'm gonna stay here and help mom clean up the table, and do the dished." "No you're not." Mom spoke up, shaking her head. "I can get these dishes done in no time." Sharon and her dad, were already walking out the basement door, to go to the study. "You go on in there and stretch out on the couch, Dave. Let me do these." But I was already ridding them up, so she just shut up and let me help. Besides, there was a reason for my "generosity". :-)) As we were moving about the kitchen, placing dishes in the sink, emptying food into storage containers, generally just cleaning up, I was using every chance I got to rub against mom, or to brush her tit, or to push against her ass. I found out very quickly, that she has a gorgeous firm ass, and her titties are nice and firm too, for a woman her age. We talked about a lot of different things, but all the while, I know she was conscious of the little stolen caresses, and the touching up against her ass, when she was standing at the sink. A couple of times, I could even swear she pushed back against me a little, and she blushed, through a little smile on her lips, but she didn't look at me. I was encouraged, definitely. "What time do you usually get up, on the days that you have to go in at night?" mom asked, as she dried her hands and hung up the dish rag. The dishes were done, and everything was perfect, the kitchen was spotless. "I usually get up about the time Sharon is getting home from work. I eat some dinner with her, then I go lay back down awhile, until time to get ready for work." I answered her. "Why, mom?" I asked. "I was just thinking, since Sharon's going with her dad tomorrow night, you'll be home alone, and I'll be here alone. We both have to eat, so why don't I fix dinner again for you, and you come down here and eat with me? You go can home as soon as you feel you have to." she said. That sounded great to me, but I had a better idea. Or at least I thought it was a better idea. "Let's do this, mom." I said. "Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night. Just the two of us. I'd like to do that." I think she blushed, but I'm not sure. She got just a little flustered, but she smiled. "You don't need to do that. I can cook here." But I think she liked the idea. So I insisted on doing it my way, and she finally gave in. "Only if we can come back here for dessert afterward. I'll make you a Dutch apple pie." she said. That's my favorite pie. "AND... " I added, with a wink. "We don't have to tell dad, and Sharon. It'll be our secret. Okay?" To which, she agreed, much to my surprise. As we smiled at each other, I took her in my arms and we hugged. She felt a little uptight at first, but in a few seconds, she melted a little, and sank against me, her full body molded to mine. I kissed her on the cheek, and that was it... for the time being.