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Natalie​

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"Calvin, as the saying goes, what happens in Vegas...." Mom sat with me a day after we'd returned from Vegas. 

 

After a two-week lockdown, there was neither any relief nor any improvement in understanding of the virus. If anything, it only got murkier. The world went into a tizzy, what with lockdowns and quarantines becoming household phrases everywhere. Panic overtook way more than actual loss, as was natural. Without a doubt, there was large-scale loss of life and severe health crisis everywhere, yet nowhere close to the collective imagination of all and sundry. 

 

After many months of panic, things started to return to normal, a 'new normal' as we started to call it. All through this while, people started behaving strangely .... many stupidly. Eventually, came the Vaccine and along with it, a huge bout of relief for many.

 

By the time it was Christmas, even though there was a lot of hue-and-cry everywhere, things had started to normalize, by and large. 

 

I had been told off by Mom, as soon as we got back from our Vegas vacation, to forget about any liberties that I had gotten away with. If I was expecting any different, I'd be a fool.

 

It was Thanksgiving weekend when I first introduced Natalie to Mom and Dad. The fact that Natalie was a spitting image of Mom, was not lost on any of them, Natalie included.

 

Neither Mom nor Dad mentioned anything, not at least to me, about the enormous resemblance between Natalie and Mom, but it was apparent that they noticed it.

 

Natalie had poked me many times about it subsequently, Once even while we were making love. Seconds before I was going to shoot my jizz in her, Natalie asked, "do you imagine fucking your Mom when you make love to me?"

It was like pressing a raw nerve. Her timing was intentional. My dick hurled the strings of cum an extra few inches deep inside her. My exults gave away any secret fantasy my mind was hiding.

 

It had been quite a few months since I had made love to Mom. The exuberance of having made love to Mom might have come off, but I was craving for it every single day. Inexplicably, I loved her like crazy, and I wanted to make love to her. Natalie had been a great way to compensate for that.

 

I was in denial that my face hadn't really let out my inner desires, and maybe Natalie has not caught on to it.

It was extremely stupid of me to think no one would catch my drift. I had been outed. What was left now was an open discussion about it. Little did I know, Natalie would be the one taking the opening shot.

 

Dad first saw Natalie on Thanksgiving day when he opened the door for us. I picked Natalie, and we came home late in the afternoon, a couple of hours before supper. Inadvertently I was out of his line of view, but the shock on Dad's face was like a thousand bolts had hit him. Suddenly he was seeing a younger version of Mom at the door.

 

Dad hastily recovered when I walked behind Natalie and introduced her, "Dad, this is Natalie," and then added, "Natalie, this is my dad."

 

They exchanged soft pleasantries and shook hands before Dad made way for us to come in. I had missed the shock on Dad's face and had failed to capture Natalie's confusion at Dad's reaction.

 

As we walked in, I moved in to hastily introduce her to Mom, who was waiting for us in the living room.

 

Mom's expression of shock gave away the surprise of seeing Natalie, but I still could not gather the reason. I ignored it as if it was a minor digression of how she expected Natalie to be and was surprised to see how nice and good-looking she had turned out to be.

 

Natalie and Mom hit it off instantly, but Dad conspicuously remained distracted and quiet.

 

After I went back to drop Natalie off back at her home, Mom and Dad must have spent an hour talking about the similarity between Natalie and Mom. Eventually, they decided to not bring it up with me; not as yet.

 

Natalie, too, was caught up in it all. That night, she cut me off and sent me back home dry, saying she had a headache and wanted to rest.

 

Over the next month, things had thawed, despite my ignorance. Natalie must have visited us about once every week until Christmas. She took time off from work and went to her parents for Christmas in Wimberley, Texas.

 

After she returned from around mid-January, Natalie's visits became more frequent, to everybody's pleasure. If anything, Mom and Dad were happier to see her around and welcomed her on every occasion.

 

It was on one of these visits when we were going at each other heavily in my room, she popped this question at me, "do you imagine fucking your Mom when you make love to me?"

 

Natalie, at that moment, was riding me cowgirl - and had been for twenty minutes. She squeezed my cock inside her pussy softly. Her sudden question caught me off guard.

 

That I was looking up into her face and imagining Mom was riding me made me wonder if I had involuntarily blurted 'Mom' while making love to Natalie.

 

The look on my face, the spontaneity of my response inside her pussy, and a woman's instincts gave away my secret.

Natalie exclaimed her orgasm not much later.

 

As we lay side-by-side in each other's arms, in a post-sex embrace, she broached it again with a lot more confidence and found a prepared resistance from me.

 

"So, for how long have you been fantasizing about making love to your Mom," she asked me bluntly.

 

"what the hell was that, Natalie?" I asked feebly, adding, "in the middle of us making love no less."

 

"come off it, you asshole," she saw through my response and said, "I'm not an idiot."

 

After some haggling, I gave in a little, "which boy hasn't thought of making love to his mother, especially when one is so beautiful and smart. But that was then, and now I am with you." I led her to believe that it was all in the past -decades ago. 

 

After that day, whenever we made love, every other time she did it. Either by way of referring that "imagine If I were your Mom...." or by addressing me, "Cal..." just like Mom calls me. It got me going on every instance, and I gave her a few extra strings of cum or thrust heavier in her than I already was.

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Variants from Britain, South Africa, and Brazil continued to threaten us in the USA. But we survived.

 

Mom and Dad got the first Jab done in February. The Second was due in April.

 

Around April, we saw some horrifying pictures from India and the delta variant wreaking havoc in South Asia.

 

Even though Natalie had to attend the bank as an essential service regularly, she could not get her first jab done because our age bracket hadn't opened up.

 

Beyond the news of the delta variant, we carried on with our lives. Natalie was frequenting us often and increasingly started to stay over as well.

 

Natalie was dad's buddy for all things business. Thanks to her business degree, and her career in a bank, her mind worked very well in business and finance. They spent long hours discussing business administration and financial matters.

 

On her Birthday in May, Mom gifted her a diamond necklace from Cartier. She kissed her on the cheeks as well and cried out of happiness. Dad gifted Natalie a brand new Tesla. She jumped on him and kissed his cheeks ten times.

 

Then she cried a lot.

 

As luck would have it, Natalie got affected by the virus - mainly because she was going to the office, every day of the week, despite the threat of the spread.

 

It was decided Natalie would quarantine in our guest bedroom. We all took turns masking up, wearing PPE trying to help her and feed her. She seemed fine physically. She had a mild fever on days 4 and 5, but then she started to recover very well.

 

By day 12, Natalie was fine as ever but anxious. She was very keen to get out of the quarantine.

 

After she got out of quarantine, she tried to get back in shape and up her energy levels. Occasionally she would join Mom in her morning yoga routine.

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As luck would have it Dad got infected within the next few days. Natalie felt very guilty as if it was her who had given the infection to him. Dad took the same guest bedroom for his quarantine. With natural immunity, Natalie stepped up and helped Dad as much as he needed. She didn't need to mask or PPE.

 

On day 4, Dad's situation deteriorated. His oxygen levels dropped, and his lungs were not pumping enough. Natalie could almost relate to it. On day 5, instead of coming back to my room, she stayed right next to Dad throughout the night. I was waiting for her in Mom's room but she never came. I must have dozed off on the Dad's recliner in my parent's bedroom.

 

On day 6, he barely showed signs of improvement. Natalie stayed back in his room through the night and took a corner of the same bed to rest. On day 7, Dad's lungs started to improve, but his fever stayed. Natalie increased her attention and took extra care, almost like a nurse.

 

Mom and I were worried sick, and I spent a lot of time waiting in Mom's room until Natalie would return to my room in batches to freshen up, change or rest.

 

I stayed back in my parent's room a lot. Mom and I realized company helped ease our nerves. For two days in a row, I had slept on the recliner. The next night, Mom asked me to rest on the bed as I waited. Natalie didn't come out through the night.

 

By day 8 of Dad's infection, I slept in Mom's bed, and we hugged - praying and worried. The news from Natalie the next morning was reassuring.

 

By day 10, Dad seemed completely out of danger but had a mild-to-low fever, and there was no problem with his breathing, and he looked good.

 

Late in the night on day 11, Natalie must have decided it was good to return back to my bed even though she had spent the entire day with Dad. 

 

Natalie came looking for me in my parent's room. She found me in a deep embrace with Mom in her bed.

 

From Natalie's line of view, my head was nestling in between Mom's breasts, outside of Mom's nightgown. Mom picked up the movement in the room and opened her eyes, unaware of Natalie's intent to invite me back to our bedroom.

 

Mom and Natalie exchanged glances. She silently mouthed, "good night," and slowly stepped out - back into Dad's room.

 

Late in the night on day 12, when Natalie strolled into my parent's room barefoot, I was sucking on Mom's right tit. 

 

Mom must have dozed off because Natalie stood and gazed at the marvelous incestuous make-out session between Mom and me.

 

Every few seconds, I would suckle on her tit, only to rest thereafter for a few seconds without letting Mom's nipple out of my mouth and then start again slowly pulling on her nipple between my lips - a routine I repeated tens of times. Natalie gaped at us open-mouthed and admired my impudence in pulling it off.

 

She stood there for a long while before stepping back silently after determining that Mom was indeed asleep. The bear hug that we were in was perhaps with her approval but the suckling quite possibly not.

 

Instead of getting agitated, Natalie was anxious, worked up, and horny. She returned to the guest bedroom. As she lay back, fingering herself - her mind numb - she didn't realize when had she slept.

 

All through the next day, Natalie eyed Mom and me to notice if we were behaving any differently. We weren't. I did realize the extra attention I was getting, but I could not figure out what was it that was bothering Natalie. I guess Mom could not either. With so much happening in the house, we ignored it as something irrelevant.

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On the thirteenth day, Dad had been up and about, but within the room that he was quarantined in. He caught up on some exercise with stretches and small rounds of walking within the confines of the guest room. 

 

Late in the night, was a repeat. My sucking on Mom's breast was slightly more overt. As a matter of fact, on the previous night, she had indeed realized I was sucking her bare tit - much later into the night, long after Natalie had left us alone. She hadn't bothered to wean me off and had, instead, pulled my head inside her bosom to let me have some fun - possibly to help calm nerves. As a reflex, my arms around her waist only tightened.

 

On this night, I joined her on the bed only a short while after she had settled in. I went in without hesitation and snuggled into her bosom, and pulled my arms around her waist. She accommodated me, welcoming me with her arms around my shoulders and her hand behind my head. 

 

Almost instantly, without any delay, I peeled off the gown and uncovered a white, smooth, and firm breast that I had grown so fond of. And without looking up towards her face - to ask permission - I pulled the nipple in my mouth. Her hand landed behind my head, and her hesitation lasted no more than a couple of seconds before letting me have my way on her breast.

 

I started with some earnest sucking and laid a thick layer around her areola with my tongue. Then I sucked on her nipple as if it was about to produce milk. Even though I was unsuccessful to get milk out of her nipple, I did manage to get it hard as rubber.

 

I slowed my attack on her nipple and settled in to slow action. Lick, flick, suck and stay. And then repeat.

 

Our arms flew around each other on auto mode and we got into our all too familiar bear hug. My thigh rode up between her legs all the way to her pussy and her thigh rode high on my hip, providing enough room for my thigh to go in.

 

It must have been an hour or, maybe two, I relentlessly and diligently kept on sucking on Mom's tit.

 

We were squirming every few seconds into each other's groin. Both unwilling to relent and give up the hug. I was too scared to make any more moves, lest she cut me off again. I was using a trait very difficult to master in such circumstances - patience.

 

When did our numb minds give up and we slept, I can't say. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I felt a hand on my cheek. I would have missed the extra caress altogether, but I stirred and as a result Mom too stirred a little. 

 

Natalie was bending over my face and caressing my cheek with her knuckles tenderly. Mom's eyes opened, and they exchanged glances. if Mom wanted to pull back on impulse, it was halted by an intuitive exchange between Mom and Natalie's eyes.

 

I stayed where I was, in heaven, lost to the world. In my mother's bosom, I restarted sucking as I stirred back a little. I had no clue Natalie was in the room and on the bed with us.

 

Natalie stood up and slowly walked out of the room without looking back.

 

On the fourteenth day, Natalie and Mom exchanged knowing glances. They could not get alone time, because Natalie was in and out of Dad's room with just one more day left of his isolation. He seemed to have recovered almost completely and looked much better.

 

Natalie, Mom, and I had lunch together at the dining table.

 

I asked her, "Natalie, do you think Dad is fit and ready to come out of isolation?"

 

An ideal response to this innocuous question was a 'yes'. Yet, Natalie started to think and then gave a belated answer, "I don't see why not."

 

After a long pause, Natalie added, "let's decide later in the evening to see if he has fully recovered."

 

I looked at her, and she silently kept eating her food without looking up in my direction.

 

As was her habit, Natalie would usually wear a t-shirt and jeans.  On that day, she had worn a pair of hot pants, reasonably high on her bum. A strange choice I'd have thought. But Natalie was comfortable, And I knew she wasn't staying over with lots of clothes at our home. 

 

Around lunch, she carried the tray inside for Dad. She laid it on the bed and checked his temperature and his oxygen level on the oximeter. She harumphed to Dad's surprise.

 

Then she handed him the bowl of spaghetti and a bread slice. She watched him eat and made small talk. He smiled and ate his lunch. Intermittently, they laughed at some small jokes together - loud enough for us to hear in the sitting room.

 

Halfway through Dad gave up and left the bowl of food on the tray.

 

Natalie would have none of it. She insisted that he finish it to get his energies back up. When he resisted, she held the bowl in her hand, dipped the fork in, and started to feed him with her own hands - one bite at a time.

 

Later in the evening, Mom and I sat on the couch in front of the tv for some tele-series. Natalie joined us a short while later, having come out of Dad's room.

 

Mom tried to get up to make room for her, next to me but she insisted, "Please keep sitting, I might have to get up soon again to check on him."

 

Natalie sat on the sofa near ours, with her view perpendicular. Mom and I were watching the tv, and Natalie leaned on the sofa armrest to see the tv.

 

Mom insisted, "Natalie, you'll sprain your neck. Please come sit here with us."

 

Natalie reluctantly got up and sat next to me, squeezing. The three-seater sofa was large enough for the three of us, but after Natalie joined in, I was sitting right next to Mom touching thigh-to-thigh on one side and with Natalie on the other.

 

After some initial tension, I eased up and kept my right hand on Natalie's bare thigh. It took me less than ten minutes to start rubbing her thigh up and down.

 

Far in the background, we heard Dad cough a little. 

 

Natalie lifted my hand from the wrist and parked it on Mom's thigh, before getting up. She didn't look back and briskly walked towards Dad's room as if he needed immediate first aid. He needed nothing of the sort.

 

I left my hand on mom's thigh and rubbed it up and down as if it was necessary. Mom was wearing a dress so my hand remained above the fabric, moving it along with my upward and downward motion.

 

Like Lunch, we ate dinner at the dining table before Natalie left with Dad's tray with her.

 

Dad smiled at her, and happily ate his dinner halfway through and left it, suggesting he was full.

 

Natalie again grunted her disdain and forced him to eat. Again feeding him with spoonfuls, with her own hands.

Mom retired into her room, after bidding good night to Dad from the doorway.

 

Dad said, "good night," to Mom. Natalie gave Dad company, both reading a book each.

 

I went to my room, changed, brushed, and checked in on Dad and Natalie. When satisfied that the chance of Natalie coming out was low, I trudged toward my parents' room.

 

Light from the attached bathroom dimly lit my parent's bedroom. Mom had half-covered herself with a sheet, and her top half-revealed she was wearing a pastel green silk nightie. The straps were made of just embroidered fabric. She was half turned into the bed, and I couldn't make out if she was awake, but clearly, she could not have slept so quickly after we turned in.

 

I entered the room making minimum noise and first decided to pull off my t-shirt. Before getting in bed, I said to myself, 'hail mary' and pulled my lowers down and got in with just my boxers on me.

 

I drew the cover slowly and with that got Mom to stir a little. She rolled onto her side from her forward-leaning position. Without thinking much she opened her arm and I snuggled into her chest. My head rested on her arm that rolled on behind me to pull me in. At first, I nestled in and dug my face between her breasts and let her hold me with both her arms and hands behind me.

 

A short while later, I pulled my hand from behind her shoulder and dragged the embroidered strap from her shoulder to bare her breast. She released the pressure by loosening her hand from behind my head and seconds later I was latching on to her soft, and warm tit. My lips enveloped her areola and my tongue licked her nipple. 

 

Mom held my head again and pulled me into her breast and we both settled into our most comfortable position. Our bear hug was complete when I pulled my leg up, and she automatically raised her towards the outside of my hip. The top of my thigh found the meeting point between her thighs.

 

If I was hoping for more, it didn't come. I was scared of moving any further for reasons unbeknown to me. Possibly worried she might cut me off, possibly because Natalie was in the room down the hall and maybe because I just wanted comfort and not sex.

 

I did manage to raise our body temperatures with some sedulous sucking.

 

I broke into a pattern with my mouth on her tit - suck, lick, flick, and pull. We were both in a dreamy sleep-like state doing there more than what we were actually. I, for sure, was consumed in incestuous lust - even in my dream.

 

The drag on my waistband of the boxer was subtle and muted. I welcomed Mom's initiative and thanked God for her thoughtfulness. I moved my hip slightly up so that the boxer would come off and dragged my leg down. I had no idea how Mom had developed an extra limb to have not removed her arm from behind my back and yet managed to do this. Her other arm was locked under my head. 

 

As soon as the boxer came down to my ankle, I instantly plugged my thigh back to the expecting panty-covered pussy. Mom's nightie had bunched around her waist already. The warmth of her pussy was comforting to my thigh. My bare dick found a parking spot high on the inside of her thigh and squished by my weight from above. No doubt its firmness and heat must have made Mom realize her effect on me.

 

Mom tightened her grip around my head. She was lost in her own world, and I am sure from the warmth of her pussy on my thigh, it was a world of passion and love.

 

With my mouth doing the routine, I was still contemplating what should I do next and to corroborate if I was indeed awake or was dreaming.

 

Just then, Mom's thigh moved from around my hip and lowered. I was going to resist and hold it when I simultaneously felt the fabric of her panty on my thigh. The elastic band of her panty was pushing my thigh down as well.

 

Hallelujah! Mom was removing her panties. I lowered my leg from between her thighs and let her panties slide down.

 

Unaware of what I was going through, Mom, at the same time, must have imagined it was me who was nudging her panties down. She, too, was in a dreamy state of horniness. 

 

Just as I had not, Mom, too, did not deduce, from where had I developed an extra limb, because my one arm was under her and the other behind her back.

 

Mom straightened her leg to let the panties slide, the top side of her panties drew easily but the other side from under her took some effort.

 

As soon as the panties reached her ankle Mom pulled her leg back up on my hip. My thigh went back in automatically and found a damp, warm hole sending wafts of warm, soothing waves onto my skin. I ground my thigh in harder, reassuringly, thanking Mom. She hugged me tighter, welcoming me, I guess.

 

Natalie, who had executed this scene, sat on the edge of the bed, watching us. She assumed the rest would happen automatically. But it didn't.

 

I was under the impression - since Mom had drawn my boxers down, I'd let her do the next part, at her pace. Mom, on the other hand, had a similar idea.

 

Both Mom and I chose to slowly hump and grind to make our intentions known. We both allowed time to pass, and it only got us hornier.

 

My mouth had broken out of the drill. I was now aggressively sucking her, and slowing only to flick the hard nipple.

 

I was close to opening my eyes to look at Mom to judge what was holding us back. Just then, I felt fingers around my dick, and a hand nudging my thigh slightly to make space. Moving my thigh meant Mom, too, had to allow the next step by moving her leg off my hip. She did. Both of us did it simultaneously and willingly.

 

The fingers on my dick rolled around. I had to move my body up to be able to go inside Mom's pussy. I did just that.

Mom's hand behind my back loosened their hold.

 

When I had reached her neck, I pulled my lips down and started the sucking on her neck.

 

Mom purred in approval.

 

My dick, with fingers around them, had reached the entrance. These were Natalie's fingers. Mom's hands were both around my shoulders and behind my head, pulling me into her neck.

 

Natalie guided my dick into Mom's pussy. Mom raised her thigh-high on my hip to make space.

 

 

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I entered her pussy without the slightest difficulty. I was home.

 

I slowly moved in as the fingers around my cock disappeared.

 

My dream had taken me to heaven. I was sure I must have died and entered heaven. I continued my journey inside the gates of heaven, which were the pussylips of my Mom.

 

Once I had gone all the way in, I had no intention of coming back out. I did not jerk, pump or move my dick. Instead, I unplugged my lips from her neck and moved my head back to lean up towards her face.

 

Mom obviously knew what I needed and bent her head down onto mine. Her lips landed on my nose and she gave it a peck. Then she lowered further and found my lips. We locked ourselves in a nice long kiss. Our hands readjusted, and we ensured this new lock of the lips was secure from the front and behind.

 

I kissed her lips first and then she slowly opened her lips. I entered her lips with my tongue. I slowly and lovingly explored around her welcoming mouth. We kept our eyes shut and needed no reminder as to who we were with. 

 

Many minutes later, I started to buck as nature took charge and I could not hold out any longer. My initial movements were slow thrusts and then I started with small bucks. Only to move out a couple of inches and then go back in.

 

Realizing that this was an even better place to be in, I stretched the pulls and pushes.

 

Mom must have opened her eyes because she pulled my head off from her lips and pulled it even harder next to her head, between the pillow and her cheek.

 

Natalie smiled at Mom as I continued to go in and out of Mom's pussy. If I was thrusting lazily until then, I took Mom's action - at that moment - as a signal to pick up the pace. Which I did.

 

Mom was too far to return the smile back to Natalie. Her eyes rolled up as my thrusts picked up and hit the spot.

 

Natalie pulled her hand out towards Mom, caressed her cheek; and in the process removed a couple of strands of hair that had rolled onto her face. She opened her palm and caressed Mom's cheek lovingly with a knowing smile. Mom's lips were open and no sigh or sound came out.

 

Natalie removed her hand and got up. She looked down at Mom and me making love, tight in each other's bear hug. After a comfortable smile, she stepped back and then turned and moved towards the main door. Mom continued to look at her. I was oblivious to this interaction.

 

When Natalie disappeared from the scene, leaving the door half-open, Mom shut her eyes to consider what had just happened. But I wasn't going to let her think - not at that moment. I increased my tempo and rolled in my cock deeper and harder.

 

Mom came first, and not long after that, I spurted my jizz inside Mom.

 

We both had no reason to unlock and we remained as-is for the rest of the night. Before dawn, I had made love to Mom at least two more times.

 

Natalie did not wake us up. Usually, Mom was up before us all, but on that morning, she rolled out of bed after I did.

 

I caught up with Natalie in the kitchen, and kissed her, "good morning."

 

"good morning, to you too." She replied, chirpy.

 

Natalie had already readied breakfast for Dad and was taking it for him in his room. It was day fifteen, and Dad was to come out of quarantine. I guessed it would be after breakfast, perhaps.

 

Mom and Natalie crossed each other in the hall to the guest bedroom, where Dad had quarantined.

 

They wished each other, "good morning."

 

Natalie kissed Mom's cheek with a tray still in her hands before moving towards the room where Dad was.

 

Nothing from Natalie's demeanor tripped Mom off. She might have ended up wondering if she indeed ever saw Natalie in her bedroom, while she made love to me.

 

After Natalie had fed Dad breakfast, she joined Mom at the breakfast table. I was taking a shower.

 

"Natalie....." Mom tried to raise the subject. Not sure where to start.

 

Natalie looked into her eyes and waited for Mom to say something.

 

Seeing Mom's predicament, she got up and went behind Mom's chair. Instead of saying anything, she bent forward, her arms around Mom's neck. Natalie bent forward with her chin on Mom's shoulder. She turned her face and kissed Mom on the cheek. First a small kiss and then a hard smooch.

 

"You know what, Catherine, I think you are the loveliest person I have ever met. You are the sweetest and most loving person I know. We all love you." Natalie then kissed Mom on her cheek again.

 

Mom's hand came up to cup Natalie's head as she kissed Mom's cheek.

 

Without having said anything Natalie had eased Mom out of her predicament.

 

Just then I entered the kitchen and saw Natalie bent on Mom's shoulder and kissing her cheek.

 

"Did I miss something?" I asked.

 

"No sir. Not at all." Natalie replied.

 

Natalie kept going in and out of Dad's room for the rest of the morning. We all had lunch at the dining table.

 

Natalie was her usual self. I was fidgety. 

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Natalie took lunch for Dad inside his room and he again ate half and left the rest. Natalie again shrugged his resistance off and took the food and started to feed him.

 

Dad seemed to have rather come to like this tussle between Natalie and himself. He would leave half the food and Natalie would pick it up and feed him the rest with her own hands.

 

He smiled at the gesture every time and appreciated Natalie's thoughtfulness. 

 

After lunch, Natalie informed Mom and me, "I think he needs another day or two of isolation. With you two still unaffected and he not completely up to his full energy, I think he can rest up another day or so."

 

"do you think he isn't well yet?" Mom quizzed, worried.

 

"It's not that at all. He has had no fever in the last four days. His oxygen levels are perfect. I am just trying to be cautious for everyone. You two could catch the virus even if he has a small amount on his breath." Natalie defended her advice.

 

"He seems energetic." Mom countered.

 

"yes, he does." Natalie replied. "that's why I advised him to do some stretching and walking in the room. But that doesn't mean he isn't carrying the infection."

 

Mom's acquiesced. I did not see any reason to argue.

 

Dad must have been liking the attention he was getting because he did not object as heavily as one would have expected of a fellow under isolation.

 

The fact is that Natalie and Dad spoke for hours throughout the day about business, finance, philosophy, and politics. He got loving care from her to top it off. If he liked Natalie earlier, he was growing fond of her even more now.

Without any reason left for any of us, all of us retired to the rooms we had chosen for the period of Dad's quarantine. Natalie never came out of Dad's room after dinner, both of them reading. 

 

Natalie and Dad sat on the bed with their back to the headrest. Slowly after an hour of sitting up, Natalie slumped and bent towards Dad. He opened his arm for her, and she settled in. 

 

Dad moved his book in his left hand, and his right hung loosely on Natalie's shoulder. She held her book in her left and interlocked his right hand from the back of his palm in her right. Uncomfortable with their raised hands, Natalie slumped further on Dad's chest letting his hand fall along with her own. 

 

Natalie's head was comfortably sitting on Dad's ribs, and his hand, backed by hers, was just inches below her right breast.

 

With one hand each locked away there was no way either could read beyond the two pages in front of them.

 

Before they had run out of sentences on the pages in front of them, Dad's palm flat on Natalie's chest had found her full breast. With Natalie's hand still holding Dad's, no one could really say if it was she who had guided it up there or was it him who had traveled a few inches up. Either way, with her hand on the back of his, not pulling him off, there was sufficient endorsement of Natalie in the endeavor of Dad's hand.

 

Dad started by simply keeping the palm spread on her tit at first. When he had run out of lines to read, he scripted some in his mind. Then he ran out of ideas and started to squeeze the firm and tender globe in his hand. Natalie's hand just lay on top of his. He continued to grope and squeeze for a long while.

 

Natalie too ran out of lines on her book and decided there was a different script possible. She lowered her hand a few inches and held his wrist and guided him inside the low t-shirt she had on.

 

Instead of finding a bra underneath, Dad found bare skin. As if he was touching the first boob of his life, Dad moved cautiously. Her skin was baby smooth, her nipple was hard, and his palm rubbed her nipple gently as he repossessed the entire boob back in his hand.

 

Dad restarted the grope and squeeze routine, and lazily kept at it for the next half an hour.

 

It must have taken a hard resolve for both to not follow through on the soft foreplay.

 

It was Natalie, who broke their reverie and said, "I think we should get ready for bed."

 

Dad nodded, half grateful for letting him off and half grudging that his playtime was over.

 

"I will go check on Calvin and come in a bit," she told Dad, not really bothering to explain why was she required to return now that Dad was up and about and needed no close monitoring.

 

Dad smiled and nodded, himself walking towards the attached bathroom.

 

Natalie saw no reason to go to my bedroom because she knew she'd find me in my parent's bedroom. Indeed, she was right.

 

When Natalie arrived, dim light from the bathroom gave away the state of affairs in my parent's bedroom. 

 

Mom and I were in our familiar bear-hug position with a small exception. I had chosen to slip in naked next to Mom, and over the last half-hour had been diligently stripping her off her nightwear one piece at a time.

 

When Natalie arrived, I was firmly lodged on Mom's nipple, with my right hand, I had a firm, full grip around her naked bum. My dick was lodged high between her thighs, and the top of my thigh nudging her naked pussy. Mom's leg was on her familiar spot on my hip, and her hands behind my head.

 

It would have seemed we were waiting for Natalie to activate the next part.

 

Mom noticed Natalie's entry, and they exchanged knowing glances. Mom didn't jerk upon noticing Natalie enter.

 

Moments later, Mom lifted her thigh from my hip, releasing the pressure on my groin. I sensed the need to rise to the occasion and reluctantly gave up control of her breast. Without opening my eyes, I moved up a little and moved my face tilting it up. Mom took my lips with hers.

 

With my body going up a few inches, my dick was in the desired range. Natalie caught hold of my dick and guided it in. The aim was perfect. It all happened so swiftly, and within seconds I was inside Mom's pussy.

 

The realization, that there was another hand holding my dick and guiding me inside Mom, was so fleeting that I did not register it instantly. By then, Mom was kissing me hard and licking my tongue. My cock was controlling my brain, in any case.

 

On that night we were both conscious, we weren't sleeping. Mom and I were consciously making love.

 

I slowly moved in and hit home. Savoring the moment, I realized how novel it was irrespective of how many times I had made love to Mom. 

 

I delayed my pull out and when I did, I pulled only a couple of inches and then shoved back in.

 

Mom purred in my mouth and squeezed her pussy in approval.

 

Before Natalie stepped back out, looking down towards our incestuous lovemaking she smiled and pulled her t-shirt straps off her shoulder. Next, she took off her jeans and panties in one drag. Dropping off her clothes in our room, she walked out.

 

As naked as the both of us, she turned to step out of our room and went to the guest bedroom.

 

Dad must have closed the room light and freshened up before climbing back into the bed. He, too, had left the bathroom light on, as he generally did, especially over the last two weeks since Natalie had been coming in and going out of the room.

 

As against what Natalie had been doing on the previous few nights when she would take one side of the large bed, she chose to circle around and move towards Dad's side.

 

Dad was lying down on his side, contemplating the development of the past couple of hours. He realized Natalie had approached his side of the bed. Her silhouette should have let him know that she was stark naked, but before he could realize Natalie had lifted the cover from over him and slipped next to him.

 

Instead of slipping into the bed face forward, she turned around and snuggled in with her bum into his groin and her back into his chest. Dad welcomed her with an open arm. Only when his hand went back down on her front did he realize he had died and had entered heaven. His hand landed straight on her breast - soft, supple, and warm.

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Dad moved his head forward and nestled his lips on her neck. They shuffled a few more times to find a comfortable angle and spooned. If Dad's iron-hard dick broke off from the front button-hole and poked Natalie all night long, it was not his fault at all.

 

If Dad played with Natalie's boob all night long, it wasn't his fault either. Which sane man could have a young, naked incredibly beautiful girl in his arms all night long and could sleep.

 

All through the night, Dad played with Natalie in his hands, She mewed and purred all night long in his hands. Both barely slept and when they did it was only momentary.

 

Early in the morning of Dad's sixteenth day of the quarantine, Natalie untangled herself from Dad's grip to his disappointment, and let him catch a few winks before daybreak.

 

When Mom and I caught up with Natalie in the kitchen a couple of hours later, she wished us, "good morning Calvin" and then looking towards Mom she said, "good morning...sleep well?"

 

Mom smiled and nodded, "good morning."

 

Natalie moved ahead and kissed Mom on the cheek. Then she moved to me and kissed me on the lips lightly.

 

She took a glass of smoothie to Dad and returned a few minutes later.

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Natalie went into my parent's bedroom to retrieve her clothes and found them neatly folded and laying on the chair in the bedroom.

 

We had breakfast together and discussed Dad's health. Mom had gone to the doorway and spoken with Dad. He sounded drowsy, having barely slept the night before. That got Mom worried.

 

Natalie remarked casually, "nothing another night of rest can't fix." Then she added, "he is improving and all he needs is another night of rest and he'd be out of isolation tomorrow."

 

If I had asked for more from God, I would have gotten it that very instant. Just that morning, I was hoping and praying for one more night of lovemaking with Mom. He had answered. I seemed pleased.

 

Afternoon lunch was a repeat. Natalie carried lunch for Dad in his room and he barely touched it on his own, and Natalie took charge and got him to finish it, feeding him with her own hands.

 

Mom and I stayed back in the sitting room, later in the afternoon watching TV. Natalie joined us briefly and realizing that we were already snuggled next to each other she walked out to the kitchen for a small chore.

 

Natalie carried her book and gave Dad company for the rest of the afternoon. Instead of reading they talked and discussed business and finance and the general zeitgeist.

 

Natalie came back out only to carry the dinner back with her that Mom had prepared for us. The routine was still the same, Dad finishing half of it himself and Natalie helping him with the rest.

 

Their discussions must have been engaging because Natalie did not come out of the room until later. Before retiring Mom and I bid our "good night" one by one from outside their door.

 

By the time Natalie came into our room that night, Mom and I were fiercely humping. Mom and I were naked, in a bear-hug and kissing. Our groins were grinding and desperate for relief.

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I was waiting for Mom to help me get inside her pussy and I was confident it would be any moment. Mom looked in the direction of the door and sighed in relief when she saw Natalie step in.

 

Mom too must have been as horny as I was. She relaxed her grip around my back and removed her leg from my hip. Moments later I felt fingers around my dick and helped it in the general direction of Mom's pussy.

 

I was somewhat more conscious I was than I had been on the previous two nights. It did not take me long to realize that the hand holding my dick wasn't Mom's. I was scared momentarily and opened my eyes. I must have tensed as well. Mom saw the fear in my eyes and dropped her hands around my face and pulled me in for a long and loving kiss.

 

By the end of the long, wet, sloppy kiss I was deep inside Mom. her pussy was squeezing me plenty. I was delirious with joy and humping her merrily.

 

I forgot the extra hand, assuming it was possibly my imagination and turned around a little to get on top of Mom.

 

On impulse, I turned my head to look towards the side and the door and found no one. I scolded myself for the distraction and got back into making love to Mom as I best knew how.

 

I must have missed the pile of clothes on the floor next to our bed that Natalie had taken off before exiting our bedroom.

 

All night long I must have made love to Mom more than three times. I knew Dad would be out of quarantine and this was our last night together.

 

I made love to Mom missionary when she orgasmed first. Then I fucked her spooning and I squirted my sperm and cum inside her pussy. A few hours later, I scissored her and got her to wake up horny. Before we were done, in the morning I made her ride me, cowgirl.

 

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Natalie had again given Dad a joyful and dreamy night. He pawed and played with her body all night long.

 

Dad and Natalie greeted Mom in the kitchen, "good morning."

 

Excited to see Dad out of the quarantine and healthy, Mom rushed to him and climbed into his arms. They kissed each other lovingly.

 

If Mom had a tiny speck of tear on the corner of her eye, no one noticed apart from Dad.

 

"thank God that you are healthy. I am so happy." Mom exclaimed and grinned.

 

Dad knew she was genuinely happy and kissed her back.

 

I joined them half an hour later and didn't make much of it, seeing Dad out of the quarantine. Not that I wasn't glad but I knew he would be fine. My only remark was, "Glad to see you back on your feet Dad."

 

"Thank you, son," replied Dad.

 

It seemed appropriate for us all to celebrate Dad's exit from Quarantine. No one amongst us was keen to go out and celebrate. Our mood was more family time and together.

 

Around the evening, Mom baked a cake. Natalie made pasta. Dad found himself a recliner in the main drawing room and relaxed the rest of the afternoon.

 

I realized I was useless in the kitchen, so I let Mom and Natalie handle the fine arts. 

 

Mom and Natalie laughed and joked all evening and Dad and I could hear their cackle in the other room.

 

I already knew Dad liked Natalie for her smarts and that Mom, too, was comfortable with her. Their energy together made me realize that Mom liked Natalie just as much.

 

Dad put on some slow jazz music, to get the evening mood going. 

 

He invited Mom to dance with him. and I took Natalie's hand.

 

Slow music kept the mood cozy for us. Somewhere in between the dance, Mom left Dad to handle the Cake.

 

Dad was going to sit back down when Natalie shuffled from my hands and moved towards Dad and said, "unh..ungh." Adding, "it's not good for a gentleman to leave a lady hanging..."

 

Dad smiled and took her hand.

 

The music was slow, and it did not require Dad to exert any more than he should have. He was loving the attention.

 

Natalie and he danced slowly to the next three songs, and I sat on the sofa and watched them sway.

 

When Mom came back in and saw them slowly swinging she opened her hand towards me. I gladly took her hand and squeezed myself into her front. With both my hands behind her back Mom rested both of her arms on my shoulders. Our faces were close enough to kiss. She smiled at me and I smiled back. We kept gazing into each other's eyes as yet another song came to an end.

 

Dad and Natalie took a break. I was very reluctant to let go of Mom and carried on for yet another number.

 

Dad fell back on the single-seater sofa. Going back down, his hand had barely left Natalie's. She had another idea on her mind. Instead of finding herself another seat on the sofa nearby, she moved to the side of his legs and sat on his lap.

 

Dad, on impulse, opened his arms, impossible for him to refuse Natalie's move.

 

Natalie opened her arm and rolled it behind his shoulder and moved forward, leaning on him, resting her head on his shoulder. Natalie then rested her other hand on his other shoulder from the front, loosely hanging on to Dad.

 

Dad held her from behind, not letting her slump down further. They found a comfortable position and looked up towards the makeshift dance floor where Mom and I were hanging on to each other.

 

Mom was irresistibly close to me, her lips pulsing invitingly and It took a lot of nerves and willpower for me not to bend those couple of inches and kiss her.

 

Natalie made the next move and looked up towards Dad. Both of whom until then were admiring our dance as if we were professionals.

 

As Natalie looked up, Dad bent his face down and they too were inches away from each other's lips.

 

Natalie moved up just a shade, and Dad's arm helped with the rest. He pulled her from the back, and the inches vanished faster than smoke. Their lips met tenderly at first. 

 

Having delivered her lips, Natalie let Dad make the rest of the moves. That he did. Dad kissed her earnestly, tenderly, and lovingly. Dad kissed her lips, then he made her open the lips, which she willingly did.

 

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Dad snaked his tongue inside her mouth, and she wholeheartedly welcomed him inside.

 

Their kisses grew hotter and longer. Dad had already brought his other hand behind Natalie's bum which was covered with a silky dress she had on.

 

Their lips kept exploring, her mouth unwilling to come off. Dad did not relent either. 

 

On the dance floor, I had lost the battle of holding back. Dad and Natalie kissing and their smooching sounds complimenting the light music was sufficient encouragement for me to do my part. I kissed Mom with love and passion.

 

Mom let me have the first kiss reluctantly and then the second and the third were less hesitant. 

 

As the song ended, Mom and I broke off to sit on the larger sofa. Though we did sit close by, it was natural for us to look towards Dad and Natalie, hoping they, too, would break it off. They clearly had other intentions.

 

Both Dad and Natalie kept going for longer and deeper kisses.

 

Dad's right hand behind Natalie was holding her steady, and pulling her into himself. His left hand, though, was freely exploring Natalie's bum, squeezing and playing with it.

 

Mom and I stayed next to each other and looked at each other smiling and then looking back towards the pair nearby, admiring the display of their fondness for one another.

 

I was half keen to emulate Natalie and Dad and have another go at Mom, who sat next to me. But the center of attention for that part of the evening was Natalie and Dad.

 

Natalie reluctantly let go of Dad's mouth and came up for some air. Her palm held Dad's cheek, and her face remained an inch away from Dad. She murmured some smooth words into Dad's face that didn't reach up to our sofa nearby.

 

As if nothing special was happening, she rested back her head on his shoulder and slumped back on his chest, as a young daughter would on her father's lap.

 

Dad and Natalie looked at us, and we looked towards them, everyone smiling, happy with the developments of the evening so far.

 

Dad cut the cake, and each one of us fed a small bite to him, celebrating the end of his quarantine.

 

Dad in turn fed a piece to Natalie and said, "thank you for nursing me back to health."

 

Mom realized she hadn't as yet thanked Natalie properly and she moved forward and kissed Natalie's cheek, and hugged her for doing what she had done.

 

We had a stretched-out dinner even though we ate very little. The time spent was chatting, talking, and generally family banter. We moved towards the sitting room for another round of family time.

 

As soon as Dad sat on his chair, Natalie reoccupied his lap without any delay or hesitation.

 

Dad smiled at her and allowed her to sit comfortably. Over the next half hour, neither Natalie nor Dad made any overt moves to kiss or make out. She just sat on his lap comfortably as if this was the most natural thing for her to do.

 

We retired for the night a little later. I and Natalie moved towards our bedroom. I was hoping to catch up with her, sexually, after a break of over two weeks. She had other ideas.

 

After I freshened up and came back out of the bathroom from the bathroom, Natalie was already out of her dress and wore a very short silk gown. Because it was open up front I knew she had nothing on underneath.

 

Natalie was standing next to the bed waiting for me. As she waited, she was applying some night lotion on her arms and legs.

 

I moved towards where she was standing and took her in my arms. I kissed her on the cheeks and slowly moved towards her lips, one kiss at a time. She did not resist or move away.

 

"You might want to cool it for another night, my friend." She informed me, immediately breaking my heart.

I pouted.

 

She smiled and kissed my cheek, then added, "It might be good to recoup your energies."

 

It took me by surprise. I had no idea what she meant. I was stumped with guilt. 'was she aware I had been making love to Mom over the last couple of nights?', "Did Mom tell her?' 'was she aware I have made love to Mom earlier?' 

 

I was standing there stupified, trying to collect my thoughts and response but Natalie did not waste time with me. 

 

She kissed my cheek one more time and said, "good night." Then she turned around and walked out.

 

Mom and Dad before going to their bedroom must have switched off most of the lights around the house. Only a couple stayed on, dimly lighting the house, as we usually did.

 

Natalie walked straight to my parent's bedroom. The door wasn't latched. She opened the door and moved in. The bathroom light, as usual, gave a dim glow around the room.

 

Dad and Mom were in bed, just about to turn in.

 

Neither of them was surprised to see Natalie. I doubt if they were expecting her either. 

 

Natalie already had a silk gown unbuttoned. A few steps inside the door and she moved her hands up and removed the gown from her shoulders and let it fall.

 

Mom smiled looking at Natalie and she returned the smile with a grin.

 

Mom shuffled a little to signal there was sufficient space between her and Dad for Natalie to come in.

 

Natalie moved up from the foot of the bed on all fours. As soon as she was in position, she turned toward Mom and engulfed her in a hug.

 

Their embrace was loving. Natalie dug her lips into Mom's neck and bent her butt out.

 

Dad looked towards Mom, who nodded.

 

Dad shuffled out of his pajama and boxers. He then moved towards Natalie and spooned her.

 

Dad's hands moved ahead and wrapped Natalie in an embrace from behind. His hand from under Natalie moved around to cup her breast, squishing between Mom and Natalie. His left arm rested on her side, and his hand moved up towards Mom and cupped her face.

 

Dad's dick must have been poking Natalie. She squirmed her approval and rubbed her butt on his dick.

 

Mom knew what was expected of her. She hooked her hand inside Natalie's thigh and pulled it up, and parked Natalie's knee on her hip. This opened Natalie's butt and pussy for some fresh air.

 

Dad found the opening inviting and moved a few inches further forward.

 

Mom moved her hand once again behind Natalie but this time she stopped only when she had her fingers around Dad's dick.

 

Mom looked down toward Natalie who had dug her lips into Mom's neck and was sucking it.

 

Then Mom pulled Dad's dick and started directing it towards Natalie's pussy from behind. It took not long to find the hole, mainly because it was wet and waiting.

 

As soon as Dad entered Natalie's pussy, her grip around Mom tightened. She forgot kissing or sucking Mom's neck and opened her mouth to breathe in a big gulp of air. 

 

Dad kept going, inch after inch. 

 

The pleasure was too much for Natalie.

 

Natalie reattached her mouth to Mom's neck but this time she dug her teeth into the neck. She bit Mom, aggressively, even though she had not intended to.

 

Dad drove in until he was all the way in, albeit slowly, savoring the pleasure of entering an ultra-tight pussy after a long while.

 

Once he was all the way in, he stopped and relaxed. He waited for Natalie to also relax her pussy lips. That didn't happen. Though her teeth did come off Mom's neck, leaving behind teeth marks.

 

Dad's hand was cupping Mom's face. Mom turned her head a little and took in a couple of his fingers to suck on them getting Dad an extra dollop of pleasure.

 

After the trio had found the comfort of the high pleasure zone they were in, Dad found it was the right time to change the rhythm. He started to pump in and out, with slow pulls and thrusts.

 

Natalie, mewed her approval, "MMMMM."

 

With each such whimper, Dad picked the tempo.

 

Natalie moaned further, "MMMMM...MMMMM"

 

The pumping became regular, and he kept going. Natalie's excessively wet pussy enabled that he felt no friction. His thrusts and pulls were smooth.

 

Natalie was the first to exclaim, her orgasm, "MMMMMMM...UUUUUUAAHHHHH."

 

Dad was almost seconds behind and pushed twice more before hurling strings of cum and sperm inside Natalie.

 

Both of them kept grunting and grinding even after they had climaxed.

 

Mom and Natalie slept in a bear hug that I and Mom had favored. Natalie nuzzled deep into Mom's neck and slept like a baby.

 

Before the sun was up, Natalie had turned around and found the comfort of Dad's arms. He, too, found a naked, young, lithe, and hot body too difficult to resist.

 

He took Natalie one more time from the front, while they hugged. They kissed their way through the second round of lovemaking. It was a calm, slow, and loving session of sex.

 

Dad must have made Natalie come twice before he climaxed once more inside her.

 

Mom calmly let the lovers do what they wanted. When she saw them going at it, she reattached herself to Natalie's back and moved her hand in front and held Natalie's tit, and played with it while Dad went in and out of her pussy.

 

Early in the morning, Dad left the two ladies in bed, relaxing, and went out for a walk occasionally looking towards the sky and thanking God for a wonderful life and a loving family.
 

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