Chapter 9: Home Cooking

“I suppose they are eating dinner now, just like we are,” offered Kara. I looked around our table, with my girlfriend in Ken’s chair and Mom and Dad at each end. I had a brief moment imagining us in the future—as a married couple just here for a visit. My mom as Kara’s mother-in-law? Abby’s mother-in-law?

“Connor, why are you smiling?”

“I’m not sure I should tell you, Mom.”

“What?” She growled, and Dad gave me a hairy eyeball.

“OK, I was imagining Kara and I were here like this in the future, just here for a visit, and you were her mother-in-law.”

“And that caused your smile?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. But look at Kara; she’s smiling now.”

“I don’t know why people tell mother-in-law jokes. I’d be proud to call you Mom instead of Doris.”

With her blonde hair and light complexion, she couldn’t hide the flush on her face.

“Right back at ya, daughter,” Mom replied, her voice tight.

“Here I am starving while you three are grinning at each other. Pass the potatoes, will ya?” Dad sounded grouchy, but he was smiling too. Evidently, he wasn’t really starving, because he kept talking.

“Kara, I’m under the impression you and your mother have shared the same bed since you were a little girl. And as you got older, you moved into an intimate relationship. I hope you don’t mind my saying...”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, you’re correct.”

“And then Arlene has had sex with my wife, both of my sons, and Ken’s girlfriend Abby. They are probably going to be all banging each other tonight, too.”

“No, definitely not. Arlene respects how special tonight is for Abby and Ken. You know how it’s their first time. She’s only staying in the apartment, not actually with them, and only because Abby asked her to.”

“Whatever, Kara. My point is, she’s rejecting me. You don’t want me, either. You two diddle my wife, and I have to go entertain myself all by my lonesome.” I found his affected little pout utterly ridiculous for a man in his forties.

Mom looked at my father as if he was losing his mind, while Kara scoffed.

“You’re going to pretend to be all sad and unloved until my mother comes over here and nails you? Or I do? Wait, you want her pussy and MY pussy, too?”

Instantly, a broad smile replaced his pout, causing me to laugh.

Kara’s face clouded over.

“Enough! Connor, will you bring the dishes to the kitchen so I can clean up?”

Abruptly, she left the table and headed for the bathroom.

“Larry, you’re putting pressure on her. She’s obviously stressed. Connor, stay in the kitchen with her and apologize. Tell her the truth: you want her to be comfortable here; she shouldn’t feel obligated in any way to do anything.”

Kara returned from the bathroom, walking quickly through the dining room into the kitchen without looking at any of us. My heart sank, and I followed her.

Worse, I saw signs she had been crying and then quickly washed her face.

“Oh, Kara, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what...”

“Sweetie, it’s OK. Just let me settle and think while I clean up. I’ll do the pans while you scrape out the plates. Connor...”

She studied my face briefly. I’m sure my concern was plain.

“Really, I’m fine; don’t fret. Let’s get this kitchen cleaned up.”

When we left there to find my parents in the living room, my dad was anxious to apologize to my girlfriend. He didn’t get any farther than I did. I noticed Mom—all of her normal warmth was missing, and Dad wasn’t looking like the big-time aggressive lawyer he actually was.

Kara picked up on Mom’s cold attitude; she rushed over and gave her a hug until she seemed to relax a little.

“I’m fine, really. It’s OK.” Then, she embraced Dad and kissed him on the cheek. I couldn’t help but sigh loudly in relief. I hated it when my girlfriend was upset with my family.

“I want to be very honest and direct. Please don’t misunderstand. Connor is my world. I would never want to cause issues in your family. You’ve been so welcoming. How many parents would help us enjoy our fabulous sexual relationship in his bedroom the way you have? You can’t imagine what that has meant—what you mean to me.

“I do feel sometimes like I’m a daughter for you. I’m sure the same will be true with Abby as she becomes tight with Ken.

“Larry, you’re wrong about my mother. I feel sure she’s interested, but she wants to have the green light first from Doris. But I am not my mother. Just a few weeks ago, I was a virgin! I have to guess it was years you were together before you and Doris even thought about having other partners. Am I right?”

“Yes, Kara. Larry was surprised when I suggested it. Connor was only five, just starting school.”

“Alright. Doris, Larry, I won’t go on and on about it; I think you understand where I’m coming from. I want to be super cautious. On the other hand, Connor and I have already been sharing with my mom, as you know. This seems to be working out.

“I’ve become comfortable watching Connor make love to my mom. He treats her like a queen, and then they’re done, and I have him afterwards for the rest of the night and the next morning. I think we might get to a similar level with you, but I want to go slow. Use small steps.

“So far, is that something you would be willing to try? Connor? Doris? Larry?”

I noticed that Dad was the first of us to agree. Both Mom and Dad were obviously less tense, judging that Kara was no longer upset with them.

“Great. I’m glad all three of you are with me. Here’s what I want to do. The first step is I’m going to play with Larry’s cock while Doris plays with Connor’s. It will be fondling and jerking, but no climaxes. When the guys are hard and desperate, we’re going to have sex with our regular partners, but in front of each other. I’m going to watch how your parents make love, Connor, while they watch you and me.

“You understand, this is for the four of us to be more comfortable and more intimate with each other. It’s been many, many years since Doris touched your cock, Connor. I want to see her response. I want Larry to watch his wife and son have intimate contact.