Sunday Afternoon at Our House

This story is complete fictional! Never try to do it in real live!

“That was a delicious dinner, Monica”, my husband, Roger, complimented me.

“Yeah, mom, your fried chicken beats the colonel all to hell” my son, Rick, added and laughed.

“Mom, I’m gonna weigh 200 pounds if you keep feeding me like this” my daughter, Angie faux-complained. Since she weighed probably no more than 120, I didn’t think she had much to worry about.

Amy, our other daughter, just rubbed her tummy and blew out her cheeks to show how full she was. I had to laugh at her funny expression.

I enjoyed cooking for my family. I enjoy doing things for my family and with my family. We all feel that too many families do not take time to enjoy each other’s company or to find time for common interests.

“OK, OK”, I said taking a mock bow from my chair at the table. “If you appreciate my cooking so much, why aren’t you cleaning up the table for me.”

The predictable groans came

“Ah, mom, can’t we just get on with game time?”

“Yeah, we’re ready for game time”

“Come on”, Roger told them, “you know the rules”

The kids dutifully got up and cleared the table. Roger and I smiled at each other as we heard the kids playfully bickering in the kitchen as they rinsed dishes, loaded the dishwasher, and straightened up. We knew we were fortunate to have a family that got along so well. So many families we knew hardly spent anytime together, hardly spoke to each other in fact.

Roger and I were sitting in the family room, sharing the couch in a cuddle, when the three kids joined us there. I stopped to look at the three wonderful children our marriage had produced. We were so proud of our children.

Rick certainly took after his father. He was about 6’ tall, probably around 180 pounds, firm but not over muscled. He was 18 and a senior in high school. His hair was sandy blonde, like his father’s, but longer; almost a surfer boy look.

Amy looked more like me. She was about 5’6, with shoulder length brown hair. She was slender and firm. Like me she had 34C breasts. I knew this because I was forever finding my bras in her room after she had borrowed them. She was 16 and a sophomore in high school. She loved music and could play the flute like an angel can play harp. She had a smile that could brighten a room.

Angie was our youngest at 14. Roger often teased me about Angie being the milkman’s kid. She was very petite; only about 5’2, flaming red hair, wore only an A-cup bra (which her sister teased her about unmercifully, but still lovingly), and freckles. She was getting ready to enter high school.

They all came to mock attention in front of us and saluted sharply. Obviously they had planned this in the kitchen.

Rick was their spokesman. “Sir, and ma’am, all present and accounted for, sir, and ma’am. The mess galley is ready for inspection”

“Alright, alright, enough already.” I chided them. “I’m sure the kitchen is fine” I knew in my heart of hearts that later I would have to go in and do it right, but at least they had helped with the most of it.

“Game time?” Roger asked me.

I looked at him and smiled. I looked at the kids. Their eyes were bright with anticipation. “Sure” I said.

Roger looked at our three kids who were now standing relaxed in front of us.

“OK, Sunday afternoon game time. What shall we play today?”

Angie spoke right up. “We talked about it in the kitchen. We want to play “timed combinations”.

The others nodded their head in agreement. Roger looked at me questioningly.

I nodded also. That was one of our favorite games, so why not?

Amy said, “I’ll get the box with the names in it.”

Angie said, “I’ll get the game box”

Rick said, “I guess I’ll just sit down until they get the game stuff” and he plopped down in the recliner opposite his dad and me.

The two girls were back in the room almost immediately. Amy put the small box on the coffee table. Angie put the larger box of game equipment on the floor next to the coffee table. Amy sat down on her heals and Angie sat next to her cross-legged.
“OK, let’s review the basic rules, that way no one gets their feelings hurt. Game time is supposed to be fun time” Roger said.

“We roll a dice to see who draws first for their first partner. High roll goes first. If you draw your own name, you have to play solo for the first round. The two next highest rolls go next. That assures everyone plays. The timer will be set for ten minutes. When the timer goes off, round one is over and we draw for round two, and so on. Everyone agree and understand?”

It was almost comical to review these rules as we had played so many times that of course everyone knew the rules. I guess it was just part of the game time ritual we shared.

“As head of household and oldest, I claim right to draw first” Roger continued. He reached into the small box and got out a die. He shook it and tossed it onto the table. It came up a one. We all laughed.

He hung his head in mock shame. “So much for the respect of the random throw…”

I took the die and rolled it. It came up a four. The die got passed. Rick threw a three. Amy and Angie both rolled fives and rolled a again. The second time Amy rolled a five and Angie came up with a two.

Amy bounced in excitement. Roger pushed the small box over in front of her. She was smiling and looking around at all of us as she reached into the and draw a well used piece of paper. She smiled big when she looked at it. “I drew Daddy as my first round partner”. She showed us the paper.

Roger smiled back at her. “Okie dokie, baby. We will show them how it’s played.”

Because Angie had rolled the tiebreaker with Amy, she drew next. She reached in and drew a piece of paper. She rolled her eyes and shook her head when she looked at it.
“Damn it, I drew my own name!” We laughed.

My four had given me the right to draw next. I knew that I would either draw Rick’s name or possibly my own and have to play solo for the first round. I drew Rick’s name.

“OK, get situated with your partners” Roger directed as the apparent game master.

He sat down on the floor next to Amy. Rick came and sat by me.

Angie, as the solo player, reached into the equipment box and found the timer we had used so many times. She set it to ten minutes and looked around the room. “Everybody ready?” We all nodded. “The first round is about to begin. GO!” and she started the timer.

Rick put his arm around me and pulled me tight to his muscular chest. My breasts immediately flattened to him as his arms encircled me. His lips met mine and our lips parted. His tongue was in my mouth. Mine met his and they wrestled. I could feel his hand caressing my back as we frenched there on the couch. He hand dropped to my ass and lovingly squeezed it. I moaned softly into his mouth. I loved the feel of my son’s hands on me. His other hand came up my waist and cupped my breast. My nipple responded immediately to his touch. I threw my leg over his and we were semi-reclining on the couch as we made out together.

I couldn’t resist. I opened one eye slightly to see how the game was progressing for the other players.

Roger was on top of Amy on the floor. They were both still fully clothed but he was between her firm thighs and they were dry fucking there. Their lips were also locked in a deep kiss. Then they broke their kiss and Roger was then nibbling her neck. I knew from experience that this was one of her most sensitive places. Her hands were grabbing at her dad’s butt as he rubbed his hips to hers. Her eyelids were fluttering already as she enjoyed the feel of her dad’s certainly hard cock rubbing against her pussy through their clothes.

I peaked over and saw Angie playing solo for this first round. She had already removed her blouse. With her tiny breasts she had no need of a bra around the house. She was watching her dad humping her sister intently. She was still sitting cross-legged in her running shorts. Her hands were on her nipples making circles on them. I knew she was sending pleasure to her pussy, as her nipples were very, very sensitive. She then took her fingers and pinched her erect nipples.

I closed my eyes again to fully enjoy Rick’s kisses and caresses. He had untucked my blouse from my shorts and was reaching under it to undo my bra. He deftly unhooked it one handed. All the practice had made him very good at this. His hand came around and unbuttoned my blouse. He slipped it off my shoulders. It was quickly followed by my bra. His hands felt so good on my tits. He cupped my tit in the palm of his hand and then pinched my nipple firmly. I needed more.

I raised myself up and moved higher on his body. I took my tit in my hand and lowered it to his mouth. “Suck my tits, Rick. You know I love that”

He didn’t have a chance to reply before my nipple was in his mouth and his tongue was at work. I pulled his face tightly to my tit and moaned. I could feel the waves of pleasure radiating out and then connecting with my pussy.

From this position, I could look around the room once again.

Angie was now completely nude. She was lying back on the floor. She had reached into the game box and found her favorite dildo. She was so petite that I was always amazed at her choice of toys. This dildo was 12” long and very thick. She hadn’t inserted it into her pussy yet. She was running the head of the fake cock up and down her pussy lips. I could see her wetness spreading on her lips and over the head of the dildo. Her eyes caught mine and we smiled at each other. She pursed her lips in a kiss at me. The head of the dildo parted her pussy and her eyes closed in pleasure.

I then looked over to Roger and Amy. She had gotten his shirt off and he, in turn, had removed hers and her bra. He was still laying between our daughter’s thighs and was sucking on her tits. Her legs were locked around his back, her shorts pulled tightly to her crotch. Roger continued to hump her. He moved back and forth, sucking one tit and then the other. His hands and mouth were leaving her tits red and swollen, but I knew she liked it a little rough and that her dad was bringing her great pleasure.

I unbuttoned Rick’s shirt and was playing with his masculine nipples; pinching and pulling them. He moaned in response. Taking my tit out of his mouth for a moment, he said “Oh god, mom, that is great” and then returned to sucking my tits.

I reached down and was rubbing his cock through his shorts. I knew every ridge and vein on his 8” cock from the many times we had played this game or others like it before. Even through the material, I could feel it throb in response to my touch. I had just undone the snap of his shorts and was ready to reach in to take his cock in my hand when the timer went off. The loud ringing sound startled all of us back to semi-reality.

Roger raised up off of Amy’s chest and rolled off her. I rolled back off Rick and sat next to him. The head of his cock was exposed where I had gotten to his shorts. Angie continued to slowly slide the dildo in and out of her pussy as we looked at her.

“Angie, baby, you are delicious to watch”, I said, “but you know the rules.”

“Oh man!” she pouted. She slid the big fake cock out of her cunt and it literally made a popping sound as the suction was broken. At first her pussy was stretched open but then the tight little muscles went to work and it closed before all our eyes.

“Time to roll for round two” Roger said.

He rolled a six. I rolled a one. Rick rolled a six. Amy rolled a four and Angie rolled a six. In the roll off, Roger rolled another six, Rick rolled a two, and Angie rolled a five.