Mom & Sister visits – Jacob’s ‘niece’ visits – Part 8

The sound of clapping hands came from the kitchen. It was Janet. I couldn’t see her from where I was standing. Frank helped Mom to her feet and she turned toward the clapping sound as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

Before Mom could say anything, Janet said, “Yep. I guess we all like to keep it in the family.” Rita burst out laughing and we all joined her. The immediate sexual tension was over but I knew we weren’t done by a long shot. Mom stepped into her dress and pulled it up over her shoulders. She turned her back to Frank and he ran his hand inside her dress and around her body and fondled her tits through her bra. She trembled from his touch. Then he zipped her dress up and she headed for the kitchen. Frank pushed his flaccid cock back in his pants. He had finally resolved his tenting problem. Rita pushed my cock back in my pants and zipped me up. She looked up and said, “I love your cock and I’m going to have it in me before we go home tonight.” I smiled down at her. I had no doubt that she was correct.

The dining room table was set with the mismatched plates, glassware and silverware that came with the rented camp. I was seated at one end and Rita and Frank sat with their backs to the windows that face the deck and the lake beyond. Rita was kitty-cornered to me. Mom sat on the other side of the table closest to the kitchen and Janet sat beside her, kitty-cornered to me on the other side. Sexual heat permeated the room. Conversations were minimal. It was as though we were all shoveling the food, which was delicious, by the way, into our mouths so that we could get back to what we all wanted to be doing.

I complimented Mom on the dinner. It was the first time I’d ever complimented her cooking. She giggled at my compliment and said, “I guess the cooking classes have paid off.” The proverb, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach‘ invaded my mind. I had to hand it to Mom. She had obviously taken etiquette and elocution classes. She no longer spoke or dressed like the ‘low-class gutter rat’ that I’d heard one of her men-friends refer to her as when I was a young teenager. She was systematically improving herself to attract a higher class of men and it had apparently worked.

Janet finished her meal and she made no bones about her intentions. She picked up her fork and made a big show of dropping it on the floor. We all looked at her knowing full well what would happen next. The only question was whether she was going to go to the floor to “collect her fork” and thengo after Frank or me. She grinned at Mom, who was giving her a look of disapproval, and then disappeared under the tablecloth. We didn’t have to wait long to find out who her intended target was. Frank suddenly surged forward in his chair and his fork fell from his hand to the table as he gripped the edge. Then his eyes went wide and then he let out a loud groan. We were all smiling at each other as we watched Frank’s facial contortions as Janet slurped and sucked his cock.