THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 5

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK – part 5

by Oediplex 8==3~

Part 5: Mandy and son are alone at last

Morning was a slow dawning of consciousness for Mandy. Her pussy still had a tiny tingle of warmth from the drubbing Jack had treated her to the evening before. Speak of the not-so-little devil, he still lay out of it, next to her. Like he had passed out from having run a marathon, which sort of was the case, she reflected. She looked to see where Harry had landed. He was not in the bedroom. A note was in his place where he had sat, the chair still close to the bed. She rolled over to the side and plucked the sheet of stationary. She had to take a minute, to get her eyes to focus on her hubby’s scrawled writing, but it came clear in a moment. Though not all of the message made sense to her.

“Mandy, Darling,” it read, “You and Jack have a great weekend. Had to leave on that trip I mentioned, have to catch-up on something. I’ll be back on Sunday, in the afternoon. Everything is fine, I have no regrets or problems with what happened between the three of us. You and our son were fantastic! Have a ball – go ahead and ball without me while I’m away, I won’t be bothered, I’m not jealous or threatened. I know you both love me, I understand that your desire for Jack does not lessen the love we share. In a wild way, it now strengthens it, especially since I was the one who put ideas in your head, and him in our bed. I hope that you will find that such a branching of family ties, has advantages elsewhere too. By the way, please make sure the guest bedroom is ready, just in case. All my love, to you both. Harry”

She thought he was getting ahead in his work load, but now he was ‘catching up’? What kind of work did he have out of town – on a weekend? That had never happened before. He still hadn’t told her where he was going. Nor was it in the letter. Well he had his cell phone, if she did need to get hold of him, but she tried not to bother him when he was on a business trip. What on earth did “ branching of family ties has advantages elsewhere” mean? And why make up the spare room? If he was okay with the triangle of their three-way kinky love-knot, then he wouldn’t be moving into other quarters would he? Mandy hoped not. She was glad though, that she and Jack had permission to fool about with one another, while Harry was absent. The temptation would have been huge, and if they gave in without permission to do so, she would have felt somewhat guilty, otherwise. But her husband was clear that it was fine, if his wife and son messed around. No doubt they would, too.

Jack was still snoozing as she pondered the scribbled communique. She looked over at him lying on his stomach. The sheets were thrown off, and she could observe the muscled back and his great ass. She liked a grand set of male buns, like many a gal, but Jack’s were especially scrumptious. They were firm and had a well defined curve back to his legs, rounded and globular. The crack was deep and hid the anus, not a favorite part of hers. However, his legs were slightly akimbo, and his scrotum was nicely displayed. The curly pubic hair over his testicles did not hide the oval nuts of his virility. She found herself beginning to moisten. Mandy shook her head to shake away the naughty notions, creeping up from her libido into her loins. She had things to do, there would be plenty of time to screw later, she was sure.

An hour later, after having had a cup of coffee, and some buttered toast; she had begun a load of laundry, made a shopping list of groceries, put in an order for the new drapes she was planning for the living room, and was ready to change the sheets in her room. Jack was still sleeping. She went in and woke him, with a little spank on the sweet cheeks she adored. “Get up sleepy head! I want to make the bed! Up-and at-’em Adam, time to milk the cows, feed the chickens, and slop the hogs!”

“Whaaut?” came Jacks grunt as he rolled to his back, and the sausage of his tuber lolled at his groin, like a drunken sailor.

“I mean, how about a breakfast of milk, eggs, and bacon? But first I’m going to make this mess something like a presentable picture from ‘Beautiful Home Living Magazine’. Your help would be welcome, kind sir!”

“Right Maah-ahw . . .” He yawned in the middle of his agreement, scratched his butt, and rubbed his face as he stood, and turned to look at her from the other side of the broad mattress. He was naked as the day he was born, but was a full grown man, yet he had the goofy look of a youngster of fourteen.

She picked up a pillow, and threw it at his head. He was still groggy, and before he could react and duck, it hit him square. He laughed.

“You want to plaayy?” Jack said, with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“No. You go and get cleaned up instead, and dressed. I’ll make your breakfast, and then we can make the bed.”

“And then I can make you?” he leered, his smile was a huge grin.

“Save your energy, Buster! You’ll need it tonight! No, after that, we are going shopping, and then cleaning house. I have an inking from your dad’s letter he left that we might get company.” She took the note off the dresser and showed it to Jack. Why else, she thought to herself, would he have mentioned the guest room? But who was he bringing? For one weird crazy moment she thought of the woman in the porno flick, as if they would wind up a foursome. But instantly she recognized that as nonsense. How would Harry know, or even find that film floozy?

The rest of the day went as she had outlined. Jack was happy to be her helper. Not like when he had been just an adolescent, common-ordinary off-spring, trying to avoid chores, or being seen out with his mother carrying the groceries. Now, he acted more like the man of the house. Of course, he was one of two that had that title now! She took a shower, half expecting her son to try to share it with her. But he was taking out the garbage, and a few other odds and ends. She thought she heard the phone ring. When she was getting out, Jack popped in on her, he had a towel, fresh from the dryer. She was touched by the thoughtful gesture.

“Who was that on the phone?” She queried. Jack replied it had been for him, and that he would tell her about it later, nothing to worry about. Would she like him to go with her to do the shopping? Now that was a real treat. Even Harry, hardly ever helped with that chore. With the two of them, it only took half the time in the store. It got to be late afternoon, and a silly romantic idea had taken root in Mandy’s mind. She and Jack were at the kitchen table, having ice-tea, after having put away the food, and finished filling the dishwasher.

“Jack, sweety . . She began, “I’ve been thinking .