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Noah tried out for the basketball team and made the cut, so he was thrilled and strutting around the house in triumph. The team wasn’t scheduled to play a game until the first week of December, and then they’d play a total of four games before taking two weeks off for Christmas break. They’d play the rest of their schedule throughout January and the first half of February, and then there would be about a month before baseball tryouts got underway.
To Cheryl’s surprise, her boss at 7-Eleven was able to get someone else to cover for her so she could have Thanksgiving weekend off, so I confirmed our roundtrips tickets for Wednesday and Saturday. We packed everything we would need into our suitcases and loaded them into my car on Tuesday night, and then I cut my work day short and left when Cheryl was done with her shift. We had to drive home so we could pick up Noah, since he had classes that day, and then I drove to the airport so we could catch our flight.
Seeing this was going to be Noah’s first experience of being on a plane, he was more excited than just about the holiday and having time off from school. Even though the airport was crowded and the security lines were long, we made it through the process fairly quickly and boarded our flight. Cheryl and I let Noah have the window seat so he could look out at the scenery below.
“I’ve only flown a couple of times before,” Cheryl admitted as she buckled in, “so I can appreciate what Noah’s going through.” Since she was also concerned that Noah might experience some problems both during and after take off, she let me sit next to him because she felt I’d have a better chance of calming him down.
“I’m sure he’ll enjoy this, especially if the cloud cover is light and he can see things out the window. I know it will be dark before we get there, but he’ll still be able to see the lights as we pass overhead. He’ll also be able to see a lot more on the flight back, since we’ll be flying home earlier in the day.”
Noah was a little tense during the takeoff, but he settled down once the plane was in the air. He was constantly nudging me so he could explain what he was seeing, and that continued until the plane finally touched down at our destination. He was still chattering about the things he’d seen as we exited the craft, and then I led them over to the baggage area so we could retrieve our luggage. I was happy to see my father’s smiling face as we carried our suitcases out of the secured area and into the public section of the terminal.
“Dad, thanks for being here to pick us up,” I said as I gave him a quick hug. Dad was old fashion and tried to pull away from my embrace, thinking this an unmanly thing to do in a public place, and once I released him I introduced the other two. “Dad, this is Cheryl, and her son, Noah. Cheryl and Noah, this is my dad, John Thorne.”
Dad then shook hands with each of them and offered his words of welcome before leading us out to the car. “If you’re wondering why my mother isn’t here, she’s probably busy fixing something for us to eat, as well as getting ready for tomorrow,” I explained to Cheryl and Noah as we made our way through the parking lot.
“Yes, Brian’s correct. His mother has been scurrying around the kitchen for the past several hours, but you don’t have to worry about her. She’s in her element and loves doing these things. There isn’t much for her to do normally, seeing there’s just the two of us, so she’s as happy as a pig in mud when we have someone visit.”
Cheryl smiled at his explanation, but Noah looked confused, so I thought I’d better clarify my father’s statement for him. “What my dad means is that my mom loves to be able to fix large meals and pamper those visiting, which includes me.”
Noah seemed to understand that better and seemed satisfied with my explanation as we reached the car. After placing our luggage in the trunk, Cheryl and Noah slid into the backseat and allowed me to sit in front, next to Dad. We talked about a bunch of different things during the ride home, mostly about family and various people from the old neighborhood, and I would fill in Cheryl and Noah about the things they might not understand.
When we reached the house, Dad helped us get our luggage out of the trunk, and then he carried Cheryl’s suitcase for her, while Noah and I grabbed our own. Mom was waiting just inside the door as we walked in, and after I introduced her to Cheryl and Noah, she gave each one a big hug and welcomed them to our home.
“Brian, show them where the bathroom is, in case they want to freshen up a bit, and then I want you all to come to the dining room. I’ve prepared a nice roast, because I knew you wouldn’t have time to eat before you left.”
After the three of us had washed up and used the toilet, I led them to the dining room to eat. During the meal Mom gave both of them the third-degree and asked many personal questions about their lives, as well as about how we met. Luckily, Cheryl wasn’t offended by her good-natured prying, and Noah was happy to tell her how we met and everything I’d done for him since then.
“I guess we did raise him right then,” Mom joked after Noah finished telling her everything.
“You did a terrific job,” Cheryl agreed. “He’s a great guy and has been a godsend for the two of us.”
Once we finished the meal, Cheryl offered to help clean up, but Mom was never one to let company help out – not even her sister. This made Cheryl feel badly at first, so I explained the situation to her once we were in the living room.
“Don’t be offended,” Dad chimed in. “It’s just that the kitchen is her baby and she’s very particular about things like that. I learned to stay out of there as soon as we returned from our honeymoon.” He chuckled after saying this, and I think it made Cheryl feel a little better.
When Mom came in to join us later, Cheryl offered to help her fix breakfast in the morning, as well as get ready for the Thanksgiving meal, but Mom politely turned her down. “I appreciate your offer, and I’m impressed that you want to help, but I’ve got everything planned out and most of it has been taken care of already. I just want you and your son to make yourselves at home and enjoy the holiday.”
When it came time to turn in for the night, I pointed out a slight rearrangement in the sleeping arrangements to my parents. “Noah feels that he’s too old to sleep with his mom, and my room only has a twin bed, so I’m going to let Cheryl use my room and I’ll sleep in the guest room with Noah.”
After the shock expressions on their faces disappeared, they agreed that would be fine and I led the other two upstairs to show them which bedroom they’d be using. When I directed Cheryl to my old bedroom, she made a comment. “Will being in this room give me some insight into the younger Brian?”
“Maybe a little, but most of my personal belongings are no longer there. I took some of them with me when I moved out, and the rest I packed into boxes and stored in the attic, in case Mom and Dad needed the room for company.”
“That’s too bad. I was hoping to learn what you were like growing up.”
When Cheryl went into the bedroom and closed the door, I led Noah to the guest room. He turned to ask me a question as soon as I shut the door behind us.
“Are we gonna be able to do stuff, like we do when I sleep with you at home?”
“I don’t see why not. My parents’ bedroom is downstairs, and your mom is on the other side of two doors with a hallway in between, so we can do whatever you want, as long as you are quiet when we do it.”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I want you to suck my penis.”
Even though it had been a long day and we were both tired, I gave him the full experience. I started at his nipples, sucking and tweaking each of them first, and then I worked my way down his body until I reached his groin. After repositioning myself between his legs, I started on his scrotum and then moved up to his shaft, as I used my lips and tongue to stimulate the area completely. Once I lowered my mouth over his penis, I began to bob up and down on it, just like he wanted.
Noah instinctively began thrusting his hips to mirror my movements, and he also placed both hands in my hair so he could guide my effort. I was amazed that it took him longer to get off this time, and he was working up a sweat being so involved in the action. After several minutes of slamming his penis into my throat, he pressed his pubis against my lips and the first strand of his semen rocketed down my throat. Shortly after the last of his seed had been released, his body collapsed on the mattress and he lay motionless, although his chest was still heaving from the exertion of working his way to orgasm.
Shortly after he’d recuperated, he was insistent on returning the favor and I allowed him to do so. Just like before, he used both his hand and mouth to get me off, and once I’d enjoyed my orgasm too, we cuddled together on the bed and fell asleep.
When we woke up the next morning, we slipped on some clothes and got ready to go downstairs for breakfast. The door to my old bedroom was open when we passed by, and Cheryl was sitting on the bed. She stood up as soon as she spotted us.
“I’ve been waiting so we could all go down together,” she announced.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I countered. “Have you been waiting long?”
“No, only ten or fifteen minutes. I just know your mother has her way of doing things and thought it would be best if I went down with you.”
“Yes, that was probably a good decision on your part.”
We then made our way downstairs and found Mom working in the kitchen. “Good morning,” she greeted us. “I hope you all slept well.”
We assured her that we had, and then she made her next comment. “Brian, help them get something to drink and then go sit down at the table with your father. Everything’s ready for me to fix breakfast and I’ll bring things in shortly.”
“Are you sure I can’t help?” Cheryl asked meekly.
“No, just go in and sit down with my husband and I’ll bring everything in soon.”
As we walked into the dining room, Dad greeted us. “Good morning to all of you. Did you have a good night’s rest?”
“Yes, it was wonderful,” Cheryl replied.
“Please don’t take offense that my wife wants to do everything by herself. It’s just her way, and it’s something she enjoys.”
“Oh, I didn’t take offense, but I hate to see her doing all of the work.”
“Trust me. It’s not work to her.”
Before long, Mom carried in a large bowl filled with scrambled eggs and a platter piled high with sausage links and strips of bacon. Then, she returned to the kitchen and came back with a plate stacked with slices of toast that she’d already buttered.
“Help yourself. I can always make more if needed.”
We then passed the food around and took what we wanted, and then mom pointed out something to Cheryl and Noah. “If you haven’t noticed, there are jars of grape, strawberry, and raspberry jam on the table, if you want to add any of those to your toast.”
Cheryl and Noah nodded in understanding, and then we all began to eat. “I didn’t fix an overly heavy breakfast this morning, because we’ll be having the turkey at 1:00.”
“Do you know what time Aunt Sue and Uncle Bill will be arriving?”
“They said they’ll be here around noon.”
Cheryl looked at me strangely, so I clarified what we were talking about and explained that Mom’s sister and brother-in-law would be joining us. “Don’t worry; they’re both very nice, although Aunt Sue may ask you a lot of questions.”
“Yes, she can be a real busybody sometimes,” Dad added, drawing a scowl from his wife.
After we finished eating, Cheryl and I helped clear the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher over Mom’s objections. “There just isn’t enough room for all of us to be in the kitchen,” she stated, looking slightly perturbed.
“Don’t worry. We’ll stay out of your way and this won’t take long.”
After we finished, Cheryl, Noah, and I went to shower and get ready for company, and then we joined Dad in the living room to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. We had a good time seeing all the humungous balloons and elaborately decorated floats, and we did that until Aunt Sue and Uncle Bill arrived. After making the various introductions, Aunt Sue asked her first question.
“Is she Brian’s girlfriend?” I heard her whisper to Mom.
“No, they’re just friends, and Cheryl and her son live on the other side of Brian’s duplex,” Mom answered in a whisper, but I was certain Cheryl and Noah had heard the exchange as well. I was able to tell this because Cheryl looked up at me and smirked, since it was a question she’d thought my parents might ask.
Cheryl was very good about answering all of the questions my aunt asked during the ensuing grilling. Aunt Sue wanted to know all about Cheryl and Noah, their past life, and how they met me. It seemed she didn’t believe Mom’s answer that we were just friends, and it seemed as though she thought she could uncover the truth her own way. After failing, she moved on to other topics, but at least it had kept her from arguing with Mom about helping out in the kitchen.
I think we were all relieved when Mom called us out to the table to eat, because it ended the awkward discussions that had been taking place. Once again, Mom had outdone herself and everything was delicious, and everyone complimented her, as well as thanking her for her effort. Cheryl and I offered to help clear the table, but Aunt Sue spoke up before Mom had a chance to respond.
“You two go relax. I’m her sister and the only one that she’ll let into her kitchen to help out,” she stated. This earned her a disapproving and sour look from my mom, although Aunt Sue didn’t happen to notice Mom’s expression. However, Mom didn’t argue with Aunt Sue and allowed her to help out, so the rest of us went into the living room to relax and chat.
“John, aren’t you going to turn on the football game?” Uncle Bill asked my dad.
“I wasn’t sure if Cheryl would be interested in football and didn’t want to leave her out.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Cheryl responded. “My husband used to watch the football games too, and I’ve gotten used to watching sports since Noah decided to go out for the soccer and basketball teams this year.”
That perked up Uncle Bill’s interest and he began asking Noah questions about how he did, while my dad turned on the game. When Mom and Aunt Sue came in to join us later, they saw what we were doing and asked Cheryl if she’d like to join them in the dining room to chat and enjoy another cup of coffee. She accepted and went with them, and as they left I hoped Cheryl didn’t feel that she’d been thrown into a pool of piranhas later.
She didn’t look any worse for wear when Mom called us out to have dessert when the game ended. I wasn’t sure if Mom and Aunt Sue had taken it easy on her or if Cheryl was tougher than she looked, but the three of them appeared as if they’d had a pleasant time. Now, the rest of us merely had to decide if we wanted apple or pumpkin pie, as well as if we wanted a scoop of vanilla ice cream placed on top of it.
Once we finished our desserts, Dad, Uncle Bill, Noah, and I went back to the living room so we could watch the next football game, while the ladies stayed to clean up after us. Uncle Bill and Aunt Sue left at halftime of the second game, because Uncle Bill wanted to get home before it got dark. He’d been having trouble driving at night and felt it would be best to avoid that situation.
Once they were gone, Dad, Noah, and I watched the rest of the football game, while Mom and Cheryl spent time with each other. I’m not sure what they found to talk about during that time, but they were both smiling when we went out to have a snack later, seeing we’d already stuffed ourselves earlier.
After we finished eating again, we sat down to talk about what we were going to do the next day. “We usually decorate for Christmas on the Friday after Thanksgiving,” Mom stated, “but I’m not sure that will be much fun for you.”
“Oh, I’d love to help,” Cheryl quickly offered, earning a smile from Mom.
“In that case, after Dad and I put the tree together you and Cheryl can decorate it and the rest of the house. Noah can help me and Dad put up the outdoor decorations, unless he wants to stay inside and watch his shows on TV.”
“No, I want to help you,” Noah nearly screamed.
“Ok, that works for me,” Cheryl quickly agreed.
“Yes, that sounds as if it will work out fine,” Mom confirmed. “I just hate to have you do all this work and then return home and have to do it there as well.”
“We’ll probably only put up a few window decorations this year, since I thought we could all spend Christmas here with you,” I responded.
“Oh, I don’t want to impose on them,” Cheryl quickly interjected.
“No, we’d love to have you then as well,” Mom countered, easing Cheryl’s concern. “I think it’s a wonderful idea, as long as you and Noah don’t have other plans.”
“No, we don’t, and we’d be happy to join you then as well,” Cheryl relented. “I just didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.”
“You aren’t and we’ve enjoyed your company,” Dad confirmed.
We spent some more time chatting before we turned in, and once again Noah had me suck him off before he returned the favor. After we’d both enjoyed a release, we cuddled together and fell asleep.
In the morning, Noah and I went down to join Mom and Dad for breakfast, because Cheryl was already with them by the time we got there. Mom fixed pancakes for breakfast this time, along with more sausage links and bacon, and that definitely filled us up. As soon as the meal was over, Noah helped me and Dad get the things we needed out of the garage. Dad and I quickly assembled the artificial tree and strung the lights, and then we left the women to dig through the boxes of decorations to put on the tree. While they were doing that, the three of us got ready to decorate outside.
First, we untangled the strings of outdoor lights, and then Dad and Noah steadied the ladder while I hung them from the eaves. I saw Mom and Cheryl working on the tree as I climb the ladder in front of the picture window in the living room, and Cheryl gave me a coy wave when she noticed me. Once the lights were hung, I let Noah go up on the garage roof with me to arrange Santa, the sleigh, and the reindeer next. Once that had been taken care of, the three of us stored the ladder and empty boxes back in the garage.
When we went inside, the women were still putting the candles in the various windows, along with various other decorations throughout the house. It was past noon by the time we’d all finished, and since we had such a large breakfast, we opted to merely have soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. While we were eating I made an announcement.
“Don’t fix anything for dinner, because I’m taking us out to eat tonight. I’ve already called and made reservations, so don’t argue with me.”
“But what will I do with the food I put in the refrigerator for tonight?” Mom objected.
“You and Dad can have that over the weekend,” I suggested. “We’ll need Dad to take us to the airport shortly after we have breakfast in the morning, and I definitely want to do this.”
“I hate it when you spring things like this on me, but ok,” she relented.
“You’d hate it even if I gave you a week’s advance notice,” I teased, “but I still love you.”
After lunch, we inspected everything we’d done, both inside and outside the house, and made minor corrections to make everything appear perfect. After that, we sat down to watch a movie together, and then we got ready to go out to eat.
We turned all of the Christmas lights on before we left, both inside and outside, because we wanted to see what everything looked like lit up when we got back. Once that was taken care of, Dad drove us to my favorite place to eat - a popular, locally owned family restaurant. They offered a wide variety of items, all of which were delicious, so I knew everyone would find something they’d enjoy.
After placing our orders, we chatted while we waited for our meals to be delivered. Once they arrived, we spent most of the time sitting quietly and stuffing our faces. When everyone was done with the main course, I asked who wanted dessert.
“We’ve still got pies at home, so let’s have our dessert there,” Mom suggested, and after the others agreed, I relented.
When we returned to the house, we decided to watch a movie before having dessert. We’d just finished a big meal and didn’t really have room for dessert yet, so this would work out better. After the movie ended, Dad, Noah, and I went out to the dining room while Mom and Cheryl brought the pies and ice cream to the table. I took this to mean that Mom liked Cheryl a lot and was willing to accept her help.
After we finished our pie, we chatted for a while about the following day.
“Our flight is at noon, but we’ll need to get to the airport before then to get through the security checkpoint,” I began.
“I’ll be ready to take you as soon as you’ve had breakfast, if that’s ok,” Dad replied.
“I’m sure we’ll have a little more time than that after we eat,” I countered.
“Ok, just let me know when you’re ready to leave,” he agreed.
“What do you think about having waffles and Canadian bacon for breakfast?” Mom chimed in.
“It sounds fine to me. How about you two?” I asked Cheryl and Noah. They both confirmed it was fine with them as well, so everything was set for our departure.
When we eventually turned in for the night, Noah wanted to do the same thing we’d done the previous two nights, and although I was willing, I told him we were going to pack our suitcases first. We only left out what we planned to wear the following day, and then I humored him yet again. Once we’d both ejaculated, I cuddled with him as we made another journey into the Land of Nod.
When we got up the next morning, we went down and had breakfast with Mom and Dad first. Afterward, we chatted briefly about our plans for Christmas, and then we loaded into Dad’s car and prepared to leave. Mom and Dad walked with us into the terminal and went as far as the security checkpoint, and then we said our goodbyes.
“We’ll see you again in a month,” I said before kissing Mom and giving her a hug, and then I gave Dad a hug too. He didn’t react as he had when we’d arrived, and I wasn’t sure if he was getting used to me doing this or that Mom’s presence took the stigma away, since onlookers would be able to tell he was married.
Noah and Cheryl hugged them both as well, and then we said goodbye. We waved at them one final time after we’d cleared security, and then the three of us made our way back to the boarding area to wait until we were allowed to get on the plane. Once again, we let Noah have the window seat, and I felt this would be even more thrilling for him than our previous flight. It was a beautiful day, with only a light cloud cover, so I felt he’d be able to see a lot more as we flew home.
I was right and Noah pointed out multiple things to me along the way. He was mesmerized looking down at the ground as we flew above it, and he even pointed out that he could see the plane’s shadow gliding over everything.
“That was really fun and I’m glad you asked us to go with you,” Noah said when the plane eventually landed. “I can’t wait to do this again at Christmas too.”
“I’m sure, but there are a lot of other things to do before then,” I pointed out, and then we retrieved our luggage and headed out to the parking lot to find my car. It had been a wonderful holiday, and we still had one more day to rest up so we’d be ready to go back to school and work.
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