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Calvin

Saturday

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As was expected, I did not wake up at 7.30 the next morning. As was expected, Mom was ready to go at 7.30. Dad was up in his room but not keen to join Mom at the gym. After a brief couple of knocks on my door, she used the key card to come in. Mom was half worried that she might see me lying naked on the bed; so even while entering from the door to the bed, she was extra slow and said out loud, “Calvin, are you up yet?”

 

Well, I was not until then.

 

I woke up and turned to see her coming toward the bed, and I rose to grin back at her. My alarm had already rung once some time back, and I had resolved to get up in five minutes. But that did not happen.

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I was in my boxers, sheet halfway up. “I’m sorry, Mom.” I said, “I did get up and then slept back in.”

 

“Good morning, Sunshine. It’s Ok.” Mom replied teasingly. “I’ll go on my own.”

 

I said, “good morning, Mom. That’s great. Why don’t you start and I’ll join you in a bit?”

 

She turned and left. I managed to join her in half an hour on the 15th-floor lounge. There was a beautiful, lithe young girl of about 25 years at the lounge reception. Her name was Anne, and she was very fit and looked lean, athletic. She greeted me, and I gave the introduction and my room number. Apparently, Mom had already left instructions that I shall be joining her, she had used our access card. She led me to where my mom was training.

 

Mom was doing stretching and training with a personal trainer allocated to her. The gym had some fifteen persons, and I got the impression that these folks, barring one or two, were all enthusiasts and not just the holidaying crowd. I took the treadmill to get warmed up. Over the next hour or so, Mom and I crossed each other here-and-there around the gym. The trainer was guiding her through some drill, and it looked like that Mom loved the trainer-assisted workout.

 

In about an hour, she came across to me. She had started before me and was sweating.

 

She came over when I was near the weights section “I’m done. Will you take time?”

 

“Wow, Mom. You seemed to have pushed it well today.” I said.

 

“Yes, I loved it. I feel very fresh.” Her blood pumping, her face was red and beads of sweat around her face and neck. Mom had a small water bottle in her hand, and she swigged at it a couple of times.

 

I got up and said, “let’s go.”

 

When we turned towards the wet-zone to freshen up, she saw a hot tub. We had not come across this earlier. She smiled and said, “let’s do the hot tub!”

 

It looked like a largish five to six persons’ hot tub, in the small enclave tucked beside the spa section. Both the spa and the gym guests could use it. No one was using it now.

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We decided to take a quick shower to clear up our sweat and get my trunks, her bikini, and also fetch Dad.

 

We went to the rooms, and I took a hurried shower, and in less than fifteen minutes I was tapping at their door.

 

Mom went to her room, and she heard the shower running. Dad was in the shower; good. She started looking for her bikini. Another one of her new purchases from earlier in the week was the lightest pink in color. A pastel pink and straps of the same color. Matching bottom of the same color. She laid it on the bed. After waiting for a couple of minutes she went into the bathroom. She saw Dad inside the shower cubicle. Out of impulse shucked her clothes and joined him in the shower. The rain shower cubicle was large enough for them both, not only to shower but also to move about.

 

She joined in, and when he saw her come in, he smiled and took her in his arms. Kissed her lightly.

She started telling him about the plan to go back to the lounge spa and use the hot tub. “For now, I just wanted to wash away my sweat.” She told him.

 

He was lathered up, and he moved his hands from her neck downwards. She stepped forward, and they were joined in the front and his hands moving fast on her back, all the way to her butt. He held her ass-cheeks in both his hands. Instead of lathering them up, he was squeezing while his head was bent into her mouth, kissing her. When his face started moving down on her neck he started bending. The shower was on rain mode and water falling on them both from the top. The soap washing off as soon as it was applied.

 

He started bending and kissing her neck, then moved down to get a hold of her breasts in his mouth and started sucking. His tongue started working on her nipple and his hands had gone into the crack and he touches to her asshole. She flinched.

 

He kept moving on and got to her pussy. Without wasting too much time, he started pushing his fingers in. His mouth pasted on her nipple and two fingers in her pussy. Her hands held his hair on her left breast and pulled him in lovingly.

 

When Mom closed her eyes, enjoying the fingers in her pussy, she moved her fingers in his hair. Dad moved up and kissed her neck again. Trying to get in position to take her standing. His fingers continued the pumping, and his face was on her lips again.

 

Dad moved Mom up to hold her in place to enter her, and he dug his face into her neck. Her eyes closed. He started pulling one of her legs to find an entry.

 

Lips on the neck and standing in fucking position gave Mom a flashback of yesterday from the infinity pool. Her mind played a trick on her again, and my face came to mind. She shirked the head and opened her eyes to place herself in the bathroom with her husband.

Knock, knock, knock knock. There is rapid knocking on the door.

 

They both knew I was at the door. No way they could do anything else now. Mom had told Dad about the hot-tub plan. They had been necking for ten-odd minutes, and it seems that’s all that could be drawn out from that shower session.

 

She stayed back in the shower, and Dad wrapped the towel and came out to open the door.

 

I went into the room in my trunks and asked, “aren’t you ready, Dad. We have to go.”

 

“I’m done showering.” He went looking for his trunks in the suitcase and started wearing them from under his towel. I went up to the window and looked out.

 

Belatedly, Dad realized Mom’s bikini on the bed and picked it up and went into the bathroom to hand it to her. In about a minute, he came out.

 

When we were ready to go, I looked at mom – she was already in her bikini, but I could not see it. She had the hotel’s light towel gown on her. Tied at the waist. Dad was in his trunks like me, both of us had nothing above the waist. We both took towels from the room to roll onto our necks, more for modesty than need. Towels would be available aplenty on the lounge floor. Mom picked a bag with her stuff and a book. Dad picked his iPad and cell phone.

 

We met with Anne again at the lounge reception and without another sign-in went for the hot tub area of the spa. With no other guests in the tub, we were happy. I slipped in first. Bubbles instantly started doing their job on my back. I moved about to get the right spot.

 

Next in was Dad. And he sat right on my right far corner. At least a three-person distance between him and me.

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Mom handed dad his iPad and moved back to a chair to keep her bag. Mom removed her gown and kept it on the chair. She started looking for stuff in her bag and took out her book. I was trying to find music on my phone. I had on me Bluetooth earplugs. Once I had gotten the right tunes, I looked up and saw Mom climbing in the tub. Dad was nearer, and instinctively got up halfway and gave her a hand. Assisted, she took slow steps into the tub, and I admired her bikini.

 

This one held fabric on her boobs with a halter style string around her neck and one string behind her back. The string behind her back-ended into one end of each triangle. In the front, a smaller string attached the final end of the triangles. The fabric on the triangles was large enough to cover her breasts from the front. The cloth was light pink and looked almost like latex to me. It clung to her breasts, and the lower parts of her breasts snuck out a little from under the triangle. The cloth did not have enough holding support below her breasts. The bottom part of the bikini was a respectable triangle and very high on her hips. Held with thin strips instead of strings around her hips. On the lower-end the bottom sharply reduced in size to a mere inch and a half and dived into her pussy, covering it with precision.

 

Once in, she sat next to Dad and their view was towards the inside and mine was halfway outside the hotel. Across from my view, I could see the slightly lowered deck and a balcony on which lounge chairs were open. Far out, I could see the city buildings. The shade above us was made of cabana-style cloth, it ruffled due to the morning breeze. It was warm weather but the shade helped keep the area cool. The hot tub water was warm, and the pressure very good. Mom started giggling and enjoyed the pressure pods. We were all talking and laughing.

 

She sank in a little to enjoy the pressure pods, and I was doing the same off and on. Dad got busy and did not slide in at all for the fear of getting water on the iPad. Mom had kept her book beside the hot-tub, and she closed her eyes after a bit to relax. I already had music in one of my ears. After ten minutes, Mom opened her eyes and caught me staring at her bikini top; as soon as I looked up she smiled and let it pass.

 

She asked smiling “what are you listening to?” Trying to get me to ease.

 

Without answering, I took the earplug out and handed it to her. She reached out a little to take the earplug, and her right breast climbed out from below, just a few inches.

 

After hearing it for a few minutes, she tried to take it off and hand it back.

 

I signaled to her to keep listening if she liked it. I reached behind me to pick the second ear’s unit and inserted it in my ear. She smiled, and we were listening to the music, while Dad was busy on the iPad.

 

The music connect between us allowed me to keep looking at her to check if she wanted to jump to the next song; I kept looking towards her chest as if the signal was to be beamed from her nipples and not her lips. No song change request was made by her lips or her nipples. Our conversation was intermittent and only limited to flight back home tomorrow and the situation of the clampdown in public movement.

 

We all had decided to skip breakfast and have brunch in the room, so ordered only iced teas and lemonade on the hot-tub deck. In an hour that passed I was caught ogling at mom some ten times, and each time Mom brought up one or the other point to our conversation to ease my embarrassment.

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If only she could see what I was seeing. Her breasts were now halfway out from below. The triangles had risen because of her movements, or possibly because of the water bubbling regularly. The cloth stuck to her breasts though, and her nipples were clearly hard. She was buzzed from the sexed-up shower she had taken earlier with Dad. The areolae were about an inch away from coming out from below, and my regular eyeing was only to reconfirm if they would. They did not.

 

Once done at the hot tub, we all decided to go to the rooms and get ready and then eat something. While getting up, she brought up her hands to adjust her bikini top even without looking down.

 

Omg! did she know the breast was falling out or was she doing it on instinct and out of prudence? I could not say.

 

Getting out of the hot tub was delightful for me. Dad moved out first and then mom. I came out last. Because she was stepping out, I had a legitimate reason to ensure that she did not trip or something. My hand was made available, which she took before stepping out, and once she did, I saw her back. Her bikini bottom was now inside her crack from the rear and no other piece of cloth on her entire back. I saw her in all her naked beauty from behind. I did not get up until I saw that she had wrapped her gown on her.

 

We all walked to our rooms, and the point of convergence was decided as their suite in an hour. Mom said she would order the room service for food.

 

I reached their room in less than an hour, and Mom was ready and sitting and waiting. Brushing her hair. Dad was in the bathroom shuffling around to shave or brush his hair.

 

“Food should be here any minute,” Mom told me as I sat next to her on the two-seater sofa below the window.

 

She smelled lovely, and I acted as if smelling it out loud. “Mmm, you smell wonderful Mom.” Permitting myself to kiss her neck while taking in the waft of her perfume. She laughed.

 

TV was on, and the news reporter told the Virus had spread deeper into the American continent, and containment is the only answer. Large-scale lockdown is necessary, and so on and so forth.

 

Over our brunch, the mood was upbeat about our holiday, and we each exchanged positive appreciation for the break we took. I decided to go to the casino to kill time, and Mom said she wanted to rest. Dad also wanted to stay in the room to read. They went towards their bed, and I moved out.

 

I killed time at the Casino, which was very desolate despite it being a weekend. I won a few hands at blackjack tables and pocketed my $500 before exit.

 

I moved out of the hotel for a walk and went down The Strip to a Starbucks and picked a coffee and sat there. It was apparent that the crowds were shunning public places and restaurants seemed unoccupied mostly.

 

Not wanting to go back to my room, I FaceTimed Natalie and checked in on her. She was also upset because of the position back home. All stores and malls were closing down and lock down ordered in non-essential outlets in the tri-state area. I told her where I was and that it looked deserted too and that our hotel had an empty feeling as well. I did not want to give her the impression that I was enjoying my trip.

 

After the call, I went back to the hotel and saw a small crowd accumulated at the reception. I went ahead to check. The reception was manned by two persons, and a security guard was also trying to ensure nothing goes out of hand. Apparently, the hotel has stopped taking fresh check-in due to the governor’s orders. All bookings had been canceled, people had been informed beforehand; but those who had not seen their emails, messages, or voicemails had just landed there. The hotel was trying to figure out a way to handle it.

 

I met Nin at the lobby manager’s desk and thanked her for the access she had given us to the 15th-floor lounge. She was polite as ever and welcomed me. I checked with her about the ruckus and she explained that there was a lockdown order in the offing though not confirmed yet, but the management has halted all new check-ins. The lockdown possibly could come in from Monday, she speculated.

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I confirmed to her, “we are leaving tomorrow morning, a couple of hours early because of the disruptions in flights.”

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She said, “Its best, sir.” And added, “But please leave for the airport after you have checked your flight schedule.”

 

“We will, thanks,” I replied and went toward the elevators.

 

In my room, I scanned for TV and decided to sleep in for a bit. I was thinking of Natalie on the way up and missed having her in my arms. The empty bed made me miss her even more. I was not sleepy much, but the shut-eye did me good. When I daydreamed I tried to think of Natalie, but the images that came to my mind were that of Mom. The last three days of tantalizing display of her body and her involuntary teasing in her bikinis had got me warm and horny.

 

I shook up and woke up hard. I lowered my jeans to take my dick out and started jacking off slowly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mom in her bikinis – her red one, and then white, and then the pink one from earlier in the day. I tried to think again about Natalie, but Mom was not keen on leaving my mind. I came with an echo in my mind with Mom calling my name. Gushing my cum into the hotel towel I had left on my bed earlier.

 

It was only then did I realize that Mom had used the card to come into my room. Her voice was not just playing in my mind but in my ears. She was indeed calling out my name. On her part, she was cautious while entering and was announcing my name from near the door itself before coming in.

 

I recovered fast enough and covered myself with the sheet while half sitting on the bed. As an adult mother, this is a position she understands well, and she also recovered quickly enough and stayed as little as possible before telling me that she and Dad were heading towards the restaurant. They were going for coffee downstairs and to stretch their legs a bit. She may have come to ask me to join them, but she did not invite me – maybe seeing that I was not in a position to join them. Without saying anything more than necessary she retreated, and I hit myself on the head.

 

Twenty minutes later, I joined them in the restaurant near the lobby. Before going down, I called in housekeeping from my room, to get my room cleaned.

 

“I thought we decided to avoid the hotel restaurant,” I said.

 

“We got tired of sitting in the room and decided to come down for coffee” Dad replied.

 

“I went out earlier down The Strip to Starbucks.” I grinned. Both of them opened their mouth in exasperation.

 

I recounted the afternoon reception story to them and told them about my chat with Nin. It worried us all, not only on account of our holiday but also about the situation overall.

 

We retired to the suites around six and started a movie in their room. Thankfully the movie was interesting to me and to both of them.

By the time the movie got over, we got a call from the hotel reception.

 

We were informed that two of the hotel staff had contracted the Virus, and some orders need to be followed, without panic. The first one was Not – under any condition – to step out of the rooms. All guests have the possibility of contracting the virus from the affected staff. The first rule of the safety of self and others was containment. Second, they would be sanitizing and sterilizing the entire hotel and casino, and common areas first so that if anyone came out of the rooms, he or she does not get affected. Third, there would be room by room scanning, and only after all that it shall be decided what to do next.

 

The common areas sanitizing would take anywhere between twelve to twenty-four hours. They would start from the top floors and start coming down.

 

When Dad informed Mom and me about this, a sinking feeling came over us. We all had already ordered room service in their room, and we had dinner together. I decided to sleep in their room tonight even while going to my own room next door was entirely possible. I slept on the small couch, and we consoled each other that it was indeed possible that everything would be all right by tomorrow. We informed the receptionist, and request if it were possible to deal with our floor first so that we could catch our flight tomorrow.

 

Sunday

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By eight the next morning all the floors and common areas had been sterilized and sprayed.

 

By nine, they started the room to room checking. This was started at lower levels first. By the time they reached our rooms and checked us it was 2 pm.

 

We had not had breakfast. In the room, we had tea and cookies. The mini bar was also used generously.

 

Upon temperature checking, we were declared asymptomatic and were asked to leave the hotel. They were probably only happier that we were leaving for the airport.

 

We packed and reached down in the lobby and were not ready for the next surprise. Nin and a group of other managers of the hotel were trying to assist families one by one. And we moved towards Nin and asked to check us out and leave.

 

She looked amused and said, “I think you do not know it as yet, then. All flights nationally have been grounded. All trains and public transportation has been stopped. All Inter-State and International movement has been halted. The lockdown has been imposed in all major cities across the USA. Sir, you and all others have got grounded for two weeks. At least officially we know it’s for two weeks as of now. You can not leave Las Vegas for two weeks at the very least. Maybe more if the situation does not improve.”

 

“What the fuck?” I blurted.

 

Everyone looked at me surprised. I did not care.

 

Nin continued in a polite toned down manner and said, “Might I suggest you quickly look for an AirBnB just so that you have accommodations for this period. The situation is the same across the state, and all commercial establishments shall be closed from today onwards.”

 

“How can you not give us rooms to stay-in? We have been your guests.” I responded.

 

Dad was thinking at twice my speed was able to process it all fast enough. Without much delay, Dad stepped up and fished out his iPad from the bag pocket to look for an AirBnB. Asked Mom to look for Expedia.

 

Arguing with Nin would not have yielded much anyway, and not a lot of constructive outcome could be achieved hanging around. Within minutes, we realized that when an entire town is looking for AirBnB facilities then what happens. We eventually got one Studio Apartment across town. The hotel provided us with transport.

 

On the way, we saw the panic situation the town was in. Stores had queues outside, people trying to buy groceries and supplies for lock-in, and lots of chaos ensued.

 

When we reached the apartment, we were welcomed by the Manager. He lived in an apartment above the four studios he was renting. Seeing that our three-member family was in fact three adult’s family, he was somewhat apologetic that we would have to accommodate tight in this period.

 

He assured us he would arrange for a cot or an extra bed or something as soon as he can. The apartment had one double bed and one couch. We offered to pay him for it, and he assured that he would immediately check if it could be procured today. We retreated towards the studio apartment on the first floor.

 

Dad told us the Manager has fixed groceries and stuff for us already. We now had a stocked-up freezer with lots of stuff in it; a refrigerator with large amounts of eatables; a pantry in the studio with a lot of heat-and-eat meals; a small wine cooler; and most importantly TV and satellite. All paid for by us.

 

The studio that was supposed to be our accommodation for the next two weeks was a large flat. Rectangular in shape it had a large bed facing a large window on one end along with a cabinet on the far wall; In the middle, immediately in front of the flat entrance a dining table with 2 chairs; On the other end of the large room is the sitting area with one sofa that had 3 cushions – facing it was a flat-screen TV and a small table in between. The other wall towards the sofa had a bookshelf stocked with a few paperbacks, and stereo system. Just next to the bookshelf was a small nook in which a kitchenette was arranged along with a pantry. A similar nook on other the side of the bed led to the bathroom that was small, classy, and tidy; it had a shower cubicle, a stylish shower system. An independent gate to the residences had a security gate installed that opened by a number keypad or a buzzer that would allow residents to open the gate.

 

The situation on the living front did not seem bad, and it was just that we felt short-changed and frustrated. The niggling feeling that we should have left one night early kept bothering all of us and since all of us were involved in the decision there was no one person to blame. We had a studio – in a residential block of five flats. We had sufficient food to possibly last a month. We had some wine. We had entertainment – TV and satellite. We had Xbox and a music system. Besides this day-to-day stuff that we seemed to need, we had each other to keep company, and that was enough we told ourselves. God forbid had it been that one of us was left out, and then it’d have been a nightmare.

 

Sunday night was a dull affair. We were all beat and famished. We ate heat-and-eat meals and slept early. The look on mom’s face was that of despondency. Dad was braving it on our account. Finally, we slept with me taking the couch. All the studio apartments were occupied. The Manager checked in on us later in the evening and informed that he could not arrange for a bed but he’d keep trying. Most stores had closed by the time he reached. He apologized profusely. Dad said, “make nothing of it. Relax. We will manage.”

 

One of the arrangements he offered to Dad was to switch his apartment with us so he could shift in the studio, and we could take his apartment. Dad would have none of it and did not see a reason to get a man out of his home for our own benefit. This news was a downer, but we were all adults and knew enough that this could be handled.

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Monday – Day 1 of Lockdown

Dad sat in front of us at breakfast and apologized, “I’m sorry. Had it not been on my account we would not be in Vegas in the first place. I should have known better.”

 

“C’mon Barry. We enjoyed the stay like crazy, and surely this is not as bad. Even back home we’d be locked in. Most importantly we are together. So what difference does it make if we are in Jersey or Vegas.” Mom said consoling.

 

“Yeah, dad. We’re good. You know it.” I pitched in.

 

Dad smiled, knew it best to change the subject. “Okay. Let’s have some fun while we are in this quarantine. Surely we are safer than in New Jersey.”

 

With everyone pepped, we actually did not know what to do next. Dad took the first shower, followed by mom and then me. We maintained platonic gaps amongst us until evening. After breakfast we watched TV, and it seemed to continue to now play non-stop. Mom took a corner on the bed and picked a book to read from the bookshelf in the apartment. Dad and I saw TV and killed time.

Lunch was another frozen meal heated up, and we had sodas alongside. Still, nothing to do Mom kept to her corner on the bed with the book, and I opened my laptop on the table, and Dad was on his iPad on the couch.

 

By evening we were tired of resting. I put in my trainers and started out. Both of them looked at me. I told them I won’t step out of the building. Over the next hour, I had done fifty round climbs up and down the three-level building. When I came in, I was sweating and drank some water and felt good. Mom was glad I found a way to burn some energy. Agreed to do it with me the next day.

I took another shower. I listened to music for a while. We found cards on the bookshelf and played poker on the bed.

Mom and Dad had dinner on the table; I was on the couch in front of the TV.

 

Day 2 of Lockdown

We did much the same as we had the previous day. News, morning breakfast, more news, lunch, more news, bored, followed up with movie, dinner, and sleep.

 

Day 3 of Lockdown

A repeat of almost everything, but the schedule change now had Mom’s yoga early morning.

 

Day 4 of Lockdown

A repeat of almost everything we did yesterday

 

By day 5 of lockdown – Friday afternoon, we knew we had to do things differently so as to not go insane. Each one of us had social media accounts, and we were looking at various people going through the same issue but were trying to find ways to keep it together.

The following resolutions were drafted on the back of the main door. A large piece of paper pasted and a marker jotting down the resolutions. Each debated, and some well fought.

 

Resolution 1 – No news throughout the day. Only 30 minutes of update every morning and every evening.

Resolution 2 – Only one movie every evening, only something very positive, something all of us must – and must be able to – watch together, nothing grim.

Resolution 3 – All meals together, and on the table.

Resolution 4 – Exercise at least one hour every day, any kind. Postscript added – minimum.

Resolution 5 – Calvin must sleep on the bed. (This resolution was well fought and passed on a split decision-2:1)

Resolution 6 – Divide duties. Preparing meals, cleaning, dishes, Laundry.

Resolution 7 – Find a Laundromat (when Mom said that we all burst out laughing)

 

I went up to the Manager to check for the Laundromat. He informed me that the Laundromat was in the next building on the main road, but it seems that it was closed. And even his family and others in the other apartments were also managing to handle their laundry themselves. I became the bearer of this news to Mom and Dad.

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So Resolution 7 altered to – Each would have to wash his or her own clothes in the washbasin.

 

By evening we had handled quite a few of the Resolutions with ease because we wanted novelty in the routine anyway.

 

Dinner was on the table, but since there were only two chairs we had to figure out how to manage that. Decided to shift dinner to the bed so we can eat together. We started to get up when Dad pulled Mom on his knee. He shifted slightly sideways, and he spread out his legs and made her sit on his left thigh, and we laughed at the work about.

 

It was the sleeping arrangement that needed to be actually worked out now.

 

I once again weakly said, “I can sleep on the couch, Mom.”

 

They would have none of it.

 

So Dad took one corner, Mom in between, and I took the far corner towards the bathroom.

 

To keep a respectful distance between us all, Mom slipped slightly more toward Dad, and I took an almost edge of the bed. I was in my boxers and a T-Shirt. Dad was in his boxers and nightshirt. Mom had a beautiful nightie on her, and it reached her thighs.

 

We laid in silence, and I broke the ice saying – “I must warn you that I am a restless sleeper, and I shift a lot in my sleep.” Everyone laughed at this.

 

Mom turned on her side and put a hand of Dad before sleeping. They kissed lightly and started getting Frisky. Out of nowhere, Mom said, “I must warn you that we also get restless and naughty once in a while.” Another round of laughter and we all knew this was meant as a joke.

 

Mom was the first to nod off; I remained tense. Dad was just too wound up. He had his hand around Mom facing her, and he just kept rubbing her side and back. His hand was not visible under the cover but his movements were evident. His hand reached down and between her legs, and he set them there. The lights in the room were completely off. From the window towards our feet, there was a faint light from outside. I could only see the ruffling cover, and nothing much happened thereafter. Eventually, I slept.

 

Day 6 of Lockdown

Before I woke up, Mom and Dad were up. Mom had already finished her yoga routine and was trying to make coffee for everyone. Dad was in the shower. I got up and saw Mom come over to me… “Good morning Mom,” I said.

 

“Good morning Sunshine” she added again with a pun towards time.

 

“What time is it?” I said and looked at my watch and saw it was half-past eight. She gave me the coffee cup and put the kettle on the side desk. She bent over and kissed me on the forehead. I could see right through her blouse top and saw her tits hanging in the top. She had on her, a loose top with a neckline that dropped low until the top of her breasts but surprisingly she had no bra on. Her yoga pants were soaking with sweat from a couple of places.

 

On her retreat, she probably noticed that I had indeed caught the view which of course she had not intended. Out of explanation…she said “I just finished my yoga and was waiting for Barry to come out of the shower to go in myself” and then added, “I thought coffee would be a good start for everyone.” We all knew she liked her morning schedule with juice or a smoothie, and Coffee would be a compromise for her during this lockdown.

 

The subject changed, we discussed what should we have for breakfast. Having decided that we will try to stay away from heat-and-eat meals as far as possible, we thought it best to have eggs, sausage, and baked beans.

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She turned to make some, and I said, “Mom, let’s just wait. Why don’t you shower and get ready before we sit together for breakfast?”

 

She came back and sat next to me, and we drank our coffee; she bent backward leaning back to the headboard next to me. We both had finished coffee when Dad came out, he was in his boxers and a T-Shirt. Mom laughed, and he said “I am trying to figure out what to wear” defensively. She laughed anyway, and I also joined in.

 

We were ready in the next hour. Breakfast was on the table with the new arrangement, Mom on Dad’s lap and me opposite them. He asked her to sit on his left knee and had his left arm around her waist. She bent in slightly but they enjoyed this style, and both laughed more than generally.

 

Around Lunch, we decided to shallow fry some fish and mashed potatoes. We had white wine to accompany. Same arrangement, Mom on Dad’s left lap and his arm around her. The new thing was Mom tried to feed him wine from her glass a few times. He maintained only one hand on the table. The closeness kept them happy, and they enjoyed the funny arrangement. To me opposite them, it looked slightly erotic.

 

We played poker during the afternoon on the bed, and I did my stair climb exercise; a quick shower later we moved to watch the movie on the sofa in the evening. I took one end of the sofa and Dad the other. Mom was supposed to sit in the middle when she got us our soda and Dad his beer. She asked me to come in the middle, and she wanted to sit on the side.

 

I shifted in the middle. and I soon felt odd sitting in the tight spot between them. It was becoming cozy. I shifted down on the carpet in front, legged the table little towards the TV, and sat in between them with my back resting on the sofa. Everyone had space and looked like a fine adjustment. I got bored with the movie and was yawning by the time we were halfway. My arm went up, and my elbow rested on mom’s knees, and I bent slightly to her side. In the next fifteen minutes, I rested my shoulders on her knees, and her hand was in my hair.

 

On the bed that night, I reached the bed first and lay down on my side in my boxers and went under the covers. Mom was in the bathroom; Dad went in the bed next, with his iPad in hand. When Mom came out of the bathroom, rubbing some lotion on her arms she saw us in bed. She climbed on top of me, trying to crack a laugh from me. First came her one leg, and I waited for the other one to let her cross but instead of taking the other leg across she just sat on top of my legs.

 

I said, “Mom!” shouting as if she was hurting me, though she was not.

 

“Just teasing, Calvin,” she said bending on top on me, kissing my cheek and sliding on her side. Rolling into the middle she was now on top of the covers. Trying to get under the covers made her nightie, the same one as yesterday, roll up her thighs, and I saw a lot of legs. Dad was browsing in his iPad; I was trying to lie still without disturbing much of the setup. On seeing that Dad would take time, she rolled towards me and started talking.

 

She had her left arm under her, and her right came to my chest and just hovered over around my chest for nothing in particular. When Dad switched off his iPad and lights and tried to go to sleep, Mom was on my side, and we were still talking about stuff. To try and lower the noise, I rolled towards her and tried to keep the voice down. Her arm below her was not comfortable, she stretched her left arm from under her and opened it up for me, and it went under my head. I pulled my head up to let her accommodate, and then she put her right hand on my shoulder to pull me towards her. My neck was on her elbow hollow and eyes in direct-level with her neck. We kept chatting, and eventually, we slept like that.

 

In the middle of the night, positions had changed, my legs had folded and my knees were nudging into her thighs and she had lifted her right thigh and it let my knee slip in between both her legs. By an act of nature, finding a gap my knee rolled up and into her upper thighs.

 

Sometime later in the night, I had turned on my back in my sleep, and her position was now free to roll towards Dad, which she did.

 

Day 7 of Lockdown

 

When Mom woke up in the morning, she was half on top of Dad, and her mound pasted on his left hip and arm around his chest and his far-out shoulder. Her neck was turned upwards towards his left shoulder that was near to her. In her half-awake state, she thought she was cuddling with me. She whimpered, kept her eyes shut, and smiled at the daydream; sighed, and ground herself into me, at least that’s what she thought she was doing. When she did clearly wake up she was clawing Dad instead of me. Guiltily she turned and sat up and saw me sleeping flat out on my back, cover halfway down my tummy. My morning wood clearly marked on the sheet.

 

She turned towards Dad and saw him sleeping as well, Long breaths on him. She climbed out of bed from the foot of the bed and slipped into the bathroom.

 

When she was doing her yoga, Dad was in the shower, I woke up and saw her doing her routine.

 

She saw me looking at her when I got up and stopped. “Good Morning, Calvin. You need coffee?”

 

I was admiring her figure and just said, “I will take it. You please carry on.” I moved towards the kitchenette and drank some water, and then poured coffee for myself.

 

Her yoga dress code today was mind-blowing. She had her white bikini top and her yoga pants. When she saw me eyeing it, she said, “I have got to wash some clothes so…”

 

“Me too,” I said whining.

 

She carried on with her routine for another five minutes and joined me. She had some water and then took coffee. She never picked her top from the table that I thought she was supposed to wear after her workout.

 

When Dad came out, she jumped up to go to the bathroom. Laughing she had beat me to it. When she came out, she had showered and ready, to go shopping in a mall or something.

 

She had on a lovely smock styled yellow dress. This one had no shoulders but a small string on the shoulders. Her dress had elastic and fabric mix, all the way from the breasts to her hips and hugged her throughout; from the hips down it was flared out. She looked marvelous.

 

I showered and was back in my T-shirt and jeans. I thought jeans were the most practical thing for me because they won’t need to be washed regularly. We had cereal for breakfast, and Mom sat on Dad’s lap. They kissed sitting in front of me and dug into their breakfast.

 

Dad was on the morning news watch, and Mom took her book and was resting on the headboard of the bed. I joined Mom and sat opposite her with my phone and listened to my music. Without thinking much, I snapped a couple of pictures of Mom fiddling on my phone; Mom saw and dropped her book and said, “you cannot do that; Not tell a lady before clicking her photographs.” I had not sneaked around for the photos; she was just teasing.

 

“May I,” I asked sarcastically.

 

She said, “yes, you may.”

 

I clicked along. She made dramatic poses for me and rose to her knees and then her hands in her hair and then cat prowl style. In one such pose on her knees she had her hands on her hips and pulled the dress up unreasonably high, and I stopped clicking. We laughed it off, and eventually, she got up to prepare lunch.

 

On the table when she sat on Dad’s knee, he winced a little – once. Not much was said and we discussed our afternoon and decided to change to something else. But we had no games except cards. Dad and Mom wanted to play with cards and I said we should try an Xbox game. I took a beer bottle on the table and spun it to decide whose decision would be chosen. I won.

 

Seeing what I had done, Mom said we should play spin-the-bottle along with some dares. We laughed and let it pass.

 

Later that afternoon, we played Xbox for three hours. Mom just drifted around, not bothering with the games. In the evening, I did my staircase routine, and then we watched a movie. I was having a beer and was sitting on Mom’s side of the couch, instead of on the ground. When she joined us, instead of asking me to shift down she set herself in the middle of the sofa and instead of sitting up, she put her head on Dad’s lap, propped herself on his lap on her elbows, angled to the TV and her legs were pulled up on my lap.

 

Rubbing her feet was the only natural thing to do. I started from below the feet and then did her toes. I kept my beer aside to have both my hands on her massage. Moved to her calves and then her knees and back. With her legs bare all the way up to her thighs I switched my view hundreds of times from TV to thighs to TV to legs.

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Dad had also started rubbing her shoulders, and his hand had moved from shoulder to neck and down back and then return on the same route. By the time the movie reached mid-way Dad had his hand on her breast. He was not groping here, not rubbing her; it’s just that the route his hand too now included her breasts. By the time movie ended her breast were square in his hand, and he was squeezing them ever so lightly, probably to avoid making a show in front of me.

 

My hands had their own brain and hand traveled up to her thighs during my rub. When the movie credits came up we had a situation to get out from. Mom upped herself first, and we both followed like lapdogs.

 

Dinner was another surprise. Mom set the usual three dinner plates, she came and sat on Dad’s lap. When one of his hands landed on her lap, nobody gave it a thought. But moments later, his hand was under the skirt her dress. It was out of my line of sight, but when Mom moved her hand below the table to fight his hand off, I knew the play. After a few minutes, she left the fight and let him have his fun.

 

On the bed that night, when Mom was late coming out from the bathroom, I waited for her to get in between and I slipped in third.

After a few twists and turns, I gathered my parents were necking and kissing. She was receiving some hard attention and his hand was under the cover near her thighs and movement was rapid. His face was on her and they were kissing heavily. All I could hear was ooohs and mmuahs.

 

A few minutes later, an almost inaudible whisper between them, and thereafter Dad got on his elbow and called me “Calvin?” He added, “you, up?”

 

“yes, dad!” Slowly I said somewhat embarrassed. Sorry that I was not sleeping.

 

“Can you turn around and face the other side for some time.” He asked.

 

She giggled slightly.

 

Mom had turned to face Dad, lying sideways. He took out his dick and raised her left leg on his hip and aimed to get his dick in. Failing to enter her in the first or the second attempt Mom helped and moved a few degrees and got him in. Both of them tried desperately to keep it quite. With me less than a yard away, there is no way I could not hear them. Dad failed trying to ensure his thrusts into her produced little commotion, and all he was doing was slow pushes and low grunts. To keep himself quite he started breathing from his nose, and that created more sound than he would have wanted in the bed.

 

Mom started kissing him to shut herself up. His thrusts were not frantic, and he was pumping into her with force but slowly. She was on the receiving end, and all she could do was tilt her hip upward so the angle of his dick in her was maintained. That enabled his regular shoves to get the right reach, deep in her.

 

The fact that they were doing this for the first time in over twenty years – with their kid in the room, says a lot. It drove them both crazy. But it was liberating at the same time. When she came, despite Dad being more worked up today, Mom virtually cried out in Dad’s mouth. Her orgasm hit her so fast that she was quivering. Dad came immediately after and lost touch of her mouth. Having left his mouth, her scream became a silent open-mouth shout. Her grunt at the end of her orgasm said everything. He turned and lay down on his back. She just could not gather the courage to turn and face upward, let alone turn around and face me.

 

Dad rose from his waist up to look towards me and checked I was indeed facing the wall now. Dad let out a low laugh, and unwittingly she giggled, and the laugh grew loud, and then we all laughed out.

 

The pressure was taken-away from it, awkwardness somewhat reduced. Unsaid things were exchanged.

All of us slept in our respective positions.

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