My Dads draft 25
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2015 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net
HEY! There's a Woman in the house!
Saturday
We all lept out of bed at the crack of noon and had a light breakfast on the back patio. Nobody bothered with clothes. There was a gentle warm breeze and it was hot in the sun. And besides that, it's hard to grope each other properly with clothes in the way. Greg had dispensed with his wheelchair entirely, walking on his stumps and/or his hands in the house and being carried outside by Garrick, and by me, once. On my back. But I fell down under the load and got myself royally fucked for my efforts. Some thanks a guy gets for trying. I'm going to have to fall over my own feet more often <shit eating grin>.
We went swimming in the afternoon sun, just enjoying the water and each other. Garrick fucked Greg underwater and we took a break after that. Big Brothers splitting a beer while I had a Coke and belched at them while they tried to talk. We got back in the pool later. Greg hadn't returned the favor by fucking Garrick yet when they got into a game of water polo, using me for the ball. They were tossing me back and forth and I was about to toss my cookies from all the water I'd swallowed when they got in a fight over whether or not Garrick had made a point. I was doing the next best thing to a good imitation of a boy drowning when I noticed a woman standing at the house end of the pool.
"HEY! Who are you!" I challenged.
"I'm Greg's mom." she answered in a beautifully modulated voice as the boy's noticed something was going on and stopped their half-mock battle-royale.
"MOM!" Greg yelled in a happy voice. He dove over Garrick and swam rapidly down to the deep end of the pool. He took a shallow dive at the end and popped up out of the water, hooking his elbows over the edge coping. "What'cha doing here?" he asked.
"You didn't call, I didn't know the unlisted number, and you haven't had your pills today. Is that enough reason?" she asked.
Sotto vocie, I said, "uh-ooh!"
Glancing over his shoulder at Garrick and me, Greg bashfully said, "Sorry, Mom. I guess I just forgot."
Crouching down, she smiled and bent over and kissed her son on the forehead. "I guess you did," she said in a teasing voice. "Having too much fun to call your poor old worried mom?"
"Oops?"
"Oops, indeed young man." Leaning a little further over edge of the pool she looked down. "Where are your swimming trunks young man?"
"Awww, Mom. This is a private pool. We don't need swimming trunks here."
She stood back up and looked over at where Garrick and I were standing in the shallow end of the pool and then took a quick look around at the high fence surrounding the back yard. With rippling, joyous sounding laughter she said, "No, I guess you don't. Is this just for boys, or are old ladies welcome?"
Garrick quickly answered. "Of course you're welcome." He pointed over to the cabana, "My dad keeps a variety of new swimming suits and bathing caps in the cabana for visitors Mrs. Lowens. The ladies changing room is on the left side. You're welcome to whichever suit you like, Ma'am."
"Well, aren't you the polite young gentleman. Perhaps some of that will rub off on my scallywag." as she walked over to one of the chaise lounges she said, "Thank you for the offer, but a swimming suit won't be necessary. She kicked off her medium-high heels and then lifted a can of beer from the table. It was warm and about a third full.
Greg's mom turned around with the beer in her hand. "Does this belong to one of you young gentlemen?" she asked.
"Garrick's dad left him a six-pack for the week-end, Mom. Garrick and I had one each last night and we split that one today."
"Well, you're not exactly a couple of lushes now, are you. What about the little one?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. This is my friend Garrick, and that's his cousin Joey. Guys, this is my Mom. You can call her ma'am."
We all laughed at that and then Greg continued, "Joey's Dad got him drunk on a half can of beer once and he just drinks Coke now, Mom. He's the worlds cheapest drunk, and he knows it."
Unhurried, but quickly, Greg's mom had gotten undressed while they were talking and was now walking over to the edge of the pool. Man, she was one classy looking lady. She walked over to the diving board and showed us, not only her beautiful body, but a darn near perfect swan dive. She swam over to us and it was pretty easy to see where Greg inherited his swimming ability. She looked like a slick otter in the water. Somehow, we ended up in a major water fight, which was pretty cool because she took my side against the G-boys.
Exhausted, we all retired to the hot tub built into the side of the pool and laid there in the gently swirling water, our dicks floating around like long strands of bottom-rooted seaweed, her full breasts awash with the nipples breaking the surface for air periodically. She and I were sitting against one wall, with me off to the side where I could keep an eye (or two) on her breasts while Greg and Garrick sat on the far side, using about a quarter of the bench with Greg's arm over Garrick's shoulder and Garrick's arm around Greg's waist.
In our seemingly inconsequential round of small-talk, I noticed Greg's Mom paying a lot more attention than seemed necessary to the trivia being discussed. Out of nowhere she asked, "So, Garrick. Do you love my son, or are you just using him?"
The boys turned red and broke apart, Greg sliding underwater on the slick fiberglass as Garrick stood up in anger, the top of his groin exposed in the shallow pool. Greg sputtered to the surface and Garrick rescued him, putting him back up on the bench and holding him in place.
"MOM! What the hell do you mean!"
"What I mean is that you to are obviously having sex together, or soon will be, and I want to know if this young stallions intentions are honorable or if he's going to end up hurting you."
"Dammit, glub..." Angrily, Greg surged forward and went underwater again. While Garrick was trying to rescue him, and he was trying to get to his mother, I stepped between them.
"Mrs. Lowens," heatedly I said, "You're wrong. You're very, very wrong. Garrick is my brother. And so is Greg. We love him very much, and we're not going to let anybody hurt him, not even you. So you can just get up and take your dirty mouth out of our house. Greg's dad hurt him too much already, he doesn't need any shit from you, so are you going to leave or should I call the police?" I had my fists doubled up and was ready to pound her as she lounged there with a smirk on her dammed female face.
Garrick was struggling with Greg and Mrs. Lowens said in a harsh voice, "Let him go Garrick! He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself."
Greg shot past me and grabbed hold of the edge of the hottub next to his mother. "Mother! How could you! What the hell do you mean talking to my friends like that!"
Softly, "Do you love them, Greg?" (I will NEVER figure out how women think, skipping from "a" to "j" without worrying about anything in between.)
Turning red in the face again, Greg answered, "Yes I do, if it's any business of yours."
"Who asked you to snoop!" I demanded at the same time.
Garrick just came up behind Greg and held his shoulders in moral support.
"I'm his mother young man. I have a right to `snoop' as you call it. Either you speak to me like a gentleman, or I'll take you across my lap and give you a spanking."
She held her arms out and her son swam into them. She held him close.
"All of you be quiet and listen to me. I AM Greg's mother. I DO have a right to protect him. More than that, I have a NEED to protect him, and it seems pretty obvious to me that you two young gentlemen feel the same way about him. I don't care if you guys are fucking like a bunch of billy goats at the spring orgy. Men do that sort of thing. Young men especially. What I just saw was two brothers protecting their sibling. THAT'S what I wanted to know. And now I do KNOW." She looked into her son's eyes. "Are they as important to you as you are to them, Greg?"
Greg put his arms around his moms neck and snuggled into her breast, "Yes, Mom, they are," he said softly.
She put her arms out and gathered Garrick and me to her breast with Greg. "Well. It looks like I have three sons now. Three good-looking, big-dicked sons."
"MOM!" We all shouted in dismay. Pushing away from her in embarrassment.
Her laughter echoed off the fences as the three of us began a massive water splashing attack on her. She held her own against us, not backing down a bit. We had about half of the water from the hot tub out on the wood decking before we all collapsed in a water-slick pile of hot panting bodies. "My three good-looking, big-dicked, BASHFUL, big dicked sons," she said, with obvious pride in her voice.
"Thank you, Garrick. And thank you, Joey. For making Greg so happy." And she kissed each of us. I don't know about Garrick, but my dick got hard instantly. Greg's mom was a FOX! She patted my erection and said, "Why, how gallant, Joey. Saluting an old lady like that."
I was entranced. Totally agog and cast adrift. "You're not an old lady. You're beautiful."
"Why, Joey," she smiled, giving my dick a little squeeze before releasing it. "A gallant salute and a gallant speech. The girls are going to have to watch out for you, or they'll all end up pregnant."
I blushed and ducked my head. A sudden thought passed through my head. "Dinner!" I yelled and ran for the kitchen, my hard dick pounding back and forth on my thighs.
"My brother is cooking dinner tonight, and apparently he forgot he had the oven going." Garrick said, gathering Greg up on his hip. He put his bent elbow out to Greg's mom, "Would you stay to dinner with us ma'am, perhaps Joey hasn't burned everything."
"I'd be delighted." She said, putting her hand lightly through Garrick's proffered arm.
They stopped at the cabinet by the patio door and Greg jumped onto a chaise lounge and Garrick got out big, soft, warm towels and they carefully dried each other. Mrs. Lowens most thoroughly drying the boys midsections, both back and front. "Well! That is the most impressive display of manly equipment I've seen since I was in college. You boys make me proud. You, Greg. I think you must have inherited your penis from my father. Your father certainly didn't have even half the penis you have. Don't you think it's a nice one, Garrick."
Garrick blushed bright red (OK, so I was peeking through the kitchen window, so what!) and stammered, "Yeah! It's great, but not nearly as great as Greg himself."
"Why, Garrick, have you been taking gallant lessons from Joey?" and she gathered him into her arms and gave him another big kiss on the lips. I could see Garrick holding back, embarrassed, and then he suddenly grabbed her and kissed back--hard! Hunching against her tummy as an orgasm overtook him. Abruptly, still spurting, he pushed back from her.
"Oh, man. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He turned to Greg, blushing deeply "I'm sorry, Greg..."
Greg reached forward and grabbed Garrick by the balls, pulling his spurting, drooling cock into his wide-open mouth, sucking the youthful jism directly from the spout. His mom sat down next to him a bit weak-kneed. After all, it had been over ten years since she'd last been with a man, too busy taking care of her son to find relief for her own needs.
She pushed Greg's head aside and said, "Share! I think this load is mine." and she gagged trying to deep-throat the suddenly freshly spurting boy-rod.
Quickly the three of them rearranged themselves so that she could suck on Garrick while her son licked and sucked Garrick's effusion off of her belly and Garrick sucked madly at Greg's spitting organ. I quickly spooged by myself and then went back to setting the table with my knees banging together.
A little later, I heard them come into the living room. I came out of the kitchen just in time to greet them in the dining room. I had my hair combed neatly, a snowy white soft linen napkin over my arm, and one of Uncle Patrick's black dress bow ties strapped around my neck. I had set the table with the best china, silverware and crystal. The lights were dimmed all the way down so that they just added a soft glow to the room and there was a five candle candelabra burning in the middle of a low flower and green leaf arrangement in the center of the spotless white linen tablecloth.
"Gentlemen," I said in my politest voice, pointing with my hand to their place settings, where two more of Uncle Patrick's dress bow ties rested, "If you would please dress for dinner."
I turned to Mrs. Lowens and, with a sweep of my arm, "Madam, If I may escort you to your place?" and I led her to the foot of the table where a single, perfect, rose-pink camellia blossom rested on her plate. I helped her to sit and put one of Uncle Patrick's big white terrycloth lobster bibs on her. "Dinner will be drippy, and I don't want you to burn yourself," I explained.
While I was seating Mrs. Lowens, Garrick put Greg in the chair to the right of his mother (Greg still hadn't walked in the presence of his mother) and the two boys helped each other put the ties on straight, Garrick's big adams apple causing some minor adjustment difficulties.
Mrs. Lowens was putting the camellia in her hair as I ducked back into the kitchen. I came back out a minute later pushing the oak and brass serving cart. I parked next to the table and began placing dishes on the table. "I hope you will pardon our informality, My Lady, but service will be en famÃli tonight so that I may be permitted to join you in our repast."
She graciously nodded to me, with only the barest hint of a smile on her face.
"Spinach salad in vinaigrette sauce with herb croutons."
"Roast new baby potatoes and baby carrots in sweet butter sauce. And these are baby pearl onions prepared separately by the Chèf de la cuisÃne as he does NOT like onions."
"Creamed fresh sweet corn in sauce Alfredó. A very special preparation of la Chèf."
"And the piece of resistance," and here I used a folded napkin inserted through the handle to remove the lid from the big china chaffer, "a peppered beef roast with buttered egg noodles."
Mrs. Lowens eyes were shinning, "And I was worried if Greg was eating right! Joey, this is magnificent!"
"Well, some of us, unlike some others," looking at Garrick, "do know how to cook, and will take the time to properly prepare a well balanced meal."
Garrick stuck his tongue out at me and I was about to retort when he jumped up out of his chair. I thought he was about to jump over the table (I was sitting to Mrs. Lowens left) and pound me, but he yelled, "Daddy" and took off across the room. I turned and looked and yelled, Uncle Patrick!" and took off after Garrick, jumping on his dad a split second after he did.
He carried us into the dining room, a naked boy on each hip and more naked than us by two bow-ties, while we were jabbering at him like a couple of wild animals. He was next to his chair at the head of the table before his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting enough for him to realize there were guests at table. Flustered, he said, "Excuse me Ma'am. I had no idea there were guests in the house or I would have dressed more appropriately." He gave Garrick and me a dirty look.
Removing her bib, she said, "I'm sure that's quite all right Mr. Gurney." Her breasts came into view and Uncle Patrick's dick slapped his stomach within less than a second of seeing them.
"Gulp," was his only comment, all of his brain cells were apparently busy migrating to the head of his dick.
"Maybe you ought to sit down before you fall down, Dad," Garrick said as he pulled his dad's chair back."
"Yeah," he said distractedly as he collapsed into the chair.
I ran off and was back a few seconds later with one of Uncle Patrick's white dress bowties. I put it around his neck and adjusted it, patting it into place, "There. Now you're dressed for dinner too, Uncle Patrick."
As I returned to my seat, Garrick performed the introductions as though he was the head conjuror of the Royal Harem, "Father, may I present Mrs. Lowens, Greg's mother, and our chief guest of the evening. And you know my brother Greg, of course."
"Mrs. Lowens..."
"Alice, please Mr. Gurney."
"Yes. Well... Humph. Uh, call me Pat, Mrs. Low... that is, Alice. Uh... Thank you for preparing this meal for the boys. It smells wonderful."
"Oh, I didn't do this, Pat. Joey prepared this for us."
"Yeah! I'm the best!"
"You, young man, are going to suffer an early, and ugly, death!" Uncle Patrick glared at me.
I just smiled. "After dinner, please. Things are cooling, shall we eat?"
While we ate, we answered Uncle Patrick's questions, like, why was a gorgeous, if somewhat scantily clad (one camellia blossom and a table napkin, more or less) lady at his table with three naked (loud protestations about our choice of formal wear) boys. And just what did Garrick mean, `his brother Greg'? At one point the creamed corn was making it's second rounds and someone commented on how good they were. I told them it was my special `creamed' sauce that made the difference.
Garrick said, "You didn't!"
I smirked and said, "You bet I did!"
Uncle Patrick roared, "Joey..."
The ensuing hubbub and my eminent demise was cut short when Mrs. Lowens took another fork-full and commented, "Ummm. I was going to ask how you got the piquant flavor to the sauce. I'll have to ask you to make this for me again sometime." Talk about a life-saver! Everybody finally agreed that, no matter how I'd seasoned it, the corn was outstanding, and they finished it all. Uncle Patrick suggested keeping my balls in a jar in the kitchen and the idea was seriously considered. I kept hoping they were joking.
After dinner, I served Cognác and Italian chocolates to Mrs. Lowens and Uncle Patrick in the bower outside where they could have some privacy [Mrs. Lowens nipples were noticeably erect (very!) and Uncle Patrick was still on the rail in a drippy inflamed sort of way] and big slices of chocolate cake (bakery made) and glasses of ice-cold milk for my brothers and me out on the patio, the bower totally out of sight and hearing. A major topic of discussion was just exactly when when Greg, WE, were gonna have a new little brother. Greg kept saying, "That'ed be cool! That'ed be sooooooo cool!"
After the chocolate cake, we were so stuffed that the three of us got in the Jacuzzi and just laid there belching and farting in the water.
After a while Uncle Patrick and Mrs. Lowens came over, holding hands and acting like a couple of teenagers caught naked with a hard dick and stiff nipples in front of their parents. Mrs. Lowens mellow voice, even deeper and throatier somehow, asked, "Would you mind if we joined you, Boys?"
"Heck, No!"
"Sure!"
"Come on, you can sit here" We moved to make space for them (on the small bench seat, just big enough for two to sit close together).
They got comfortable and then Uncle Patrick started stumbling around the bush, as it were, "Uh... Boys. Uh... That's, uhhh. Well, look.... Uhhh..."
"What Pat is so eloquently trying to say boys, Greg," Mrs. Lowens said, looking right at each of us, "is that he and I have decided that we'd very much like to spend the night together, but we thought we should ask you if it would be OK with you first."
Greg jumped up in the air with his fist extended to heaven and yelled, "ALL RIGHT!"
"Way to go, Dad," Garrick exclaimed.
"You're going to slip her the big weanie, huh Uncle Patrick! Can we watch?"
"BAMM", the flat of his hand caught me upside the head so fast I never even saw it coming. Sometimes, youthful impertinence just doesn't pay. Knocked me clean off the bench, and then my so called "brothers" tried to hold me under water and drown me. Mrs. Lowens, angel that she is, rescued me and held me in her lap while I coughed up water and tried to catch my breath.
Uncle Patrick was glaring at me, but Mrs. Lowens patted my back and asked me, "Haven't you ever seen a man and a woman make love before, Joey?"
Still coughing, I said, "Heck, I never even saw a naked lady until you got in the pool with us today."
"Garrick?" she asked.
Garrick blushed, but answered. "Well, I've seen a couple of porn films."
"Greg?"
"No, Mom. I saw some pictures in a magazine once, but I think they were faking it."
"Pat? Do you have any problem letting the boys watch?"
Now it was Uncle Patrick's turn to blush. He just hemmed and hawed until Garrick spoke up. "Heck, Mrs. Lowens. Dad's a closet exhibitionist. He loves to have people watch him in action. If it's OK with you, it'd be great to see how it's done. And I just know that my Dad's really great at it!"
"Yeah! Dad's really great in the sack, Mom. When he puts the big green weenie to ya, you stay got!" Joey said.
"HEY!!!" Joey jerked up straight, eyes wide. "If he's our Dad. And she's our Mom. Then We ARE going to have a new baby brother! And WE get to watch Dad plant the seed!!!