Family Takes Care Pt. 02

PART TWO

*All characters in this story are over the age of 18, consenting, legal adults.*

**This story contains bisexual characters who share pleasure with individuals of multiple genders.**

Dylan heard his alarm go off, but didn't even have a chance to reach for it before the sound was silenced. His blanket was thrown of his body, and the bed bounced from another person joining him. He blinked his eyes to clear the sleepiness and groaned in a raspy voice, "Morning, Mom."

She was lying on her tummy with her face close to his torso. Her feet kicking in the air behind her gave the impression of an excited child. "Good morning, My Love. Do you know what today is?"

In fact, Dylan did know exactly what day it was, but he put his hands behind his head and showed a thoughtful expression, "Hmmmm... I'm not sure. What is today?"

"Today is MY special day, the anniversary of the day I became a mother."

He chuckled, "Is it now? You know, I could have sworn there was a name for a day like that."

"We can call it Mama's Day!"

"Nope. Pretty sure that one's already a thing."

She burst out giggling and kissed his abdomen, "Happy birthday, Sweetheart." She leaned in so she could lick him between his legs. He was soft at the moment, but that wasn't going to last long.

He affectionately ran his hand through her hair, "And congratulations on your Mom-iversary." He could see her wink up at him while she opened her mouth to take his length inside it. He moaned loudly at the sensation of her tongue caressing him. It was a wonderously heavenly feeling. He leaned back into the pillow. "God, your mouth is the best thing I can ever imagine feeling."

She pulled away so she could kiss his now swollen head, "Thank you, Baby." She enveloped him once more in the moist warmth of her loving mouth.

Dylan relaxed, allowing himself to enjoy the sweet pleasure she was giving him. He didn't try to climax quickly, or to last longer. He came when his body was ready, watching with contented joy as Betty's mouth drank every hot drop. He brushed her hair more, showing his affection and appreciation. She kept her mouth around him for a glorious while as his body grew calm. She let his soft cock go with a dramatic pop of her lips, then laid her head down on his tummy, "How was that, Baby?"

"Best birthday I've ever had."

She raised an eyebrow from her sideways expression, "Already?"

"Definitely!"

"Hmmm... Well then, I guess you don't even need chocolate chip pancakes, do you?"

His grin grew a bit wider, "I mean... I'm not gonna say No..."

She pushed herself up, "Get in the shower. They'll be ready when you're done." He leaned in close to kiss her lips before he got up to obey. A short while later, he was sitting down at the dining table, taking his first warm fork-full. Betty slid two pancakes from the stove onto her own plate, clicked off the burner and sat down beside him.

"So, I decided what I want for my birthday."

"Have you now?"

He blushed for a moment, "Well... The second thing I want."

"I'm listening."

Dylan swallowed a bite of melty chocolate, then stared down at his plate for a long moment.

"What is it, Sweetheart?"

He inhaled deeply before meeting her eyes again, "I want you to go away."

She blinked, "Excuse me?"

"For a full day. I want you to take a full day, 24 hours away from the house."

Again, she blinked at him, slightly stupified, "I... Honey, I..."

"You need a break, Mom. You take care of everything here, and there's always so much for you to do. I want you to have a day to yourself."

She sighed, "Your grandfather..."

He cut her off immediately, "I can take care of Grandpa. I can cook meals and keep the place clean. I can cook meals and keep the place clean, help him in the shower, help him get dressed. All of it."

Her expression grew dubious, "And what about when he has an accident."

"I can take care of that, too. I can clean everything so you'll never know there was a mess."

"You shouldn't have to..."

Dylan's responses were quick. He didn't intend to give her the chance to argue on this. "And you shouldn't have to either, but you do it because that's what Grandpa needs. Well, what YOU NEED is some time to yourself and that's what I want."

Betty tried to find another objection, but she didn't have any. She sighed again, this time in resignation. "This is really what you want?"

"This is really what I want."

"All right. I'll take a day for myself."

"Next Friday and Saturday?" Dylan knew if he didn't make her agree to a date now, she'd end up putting it off.

Her eyes narrowed, "One day."

He nodded, "Full 24 hours. You leave Friday afternoon and you don't come back before Saturday afternoon."

"All right. Fine."

He reached over to hold her hand, "Thanks Mom."

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. Now... Any dinner requests for tonight?"

"You pick. I trust you."

"Liver and onions it is!"

"I'll look forward to it!"

She laughed and shook her head, "And did you want to invite Clay over for dinner?"

Hearing the name made Dylan suddenly blush. It was a stark contrast with the way he'd been so assertive about her time away. "Yeah. I'd really like that. Thanks Mom."

She reached over to affectionately rub her son's shoulder and the two finished their pancakes.

*****

A short while later, Dylan was on his way to school. Betty quickly cleaned the dishes and looked around the quiet house. The first thing she did in the morning was always to check on her dad, but she generally left him to wake up on his own. For one thing, he had no reason to get up at a particular time. There wasn't anywhere he needed to be. For another thing, she really enjoyed these moments before he woke up, when the house was hers for a while and no one needed anything from her.

She sat down on the couch and picked up her book from the coffee table. She was only a few pages into LEGENDS AND LATTES. She'd picked it up mostly out of curiosity after seeing it on so many recommended reading lists and bookstore advertisements. She was able to read about a paragraph before she heard the raspy voice from the master bedroom, "Betty."

She sighed as she closed the book, "Coming, Dad." She headed down the hallway and found Hank lying in bed. He'd tossed his blankets onto the floor to reveal his naked body, including his fully erect penis. His arms were folded behind his head and his smile was full of pride. "Look who got up to see you this morning!"

She was already lifting her blouse over her head. At his age, morning wood was a thing you had to take advantage of when you could. "Is THAT my Daddy's Big Cock?" She noticed him twitching, a reminder of how much he loved it when she talked to him this way.

"You know it is! Daddy's cock is so hard for you, Baby!"

She ran her hand along her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and she let out an audible gasp, "Do I get to have that big, thick cock inside of ME!?" She slid down her leggings, then her underwear, dropping them all onto the soft carpet.

"I'm so ready to fuck you, Baby." His grin was beyond eager for her. She squeezed his hard-on with one hand while the other reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. She applied the gel generously, all over his cock and between the lips of her sex. He was already moaning from the feeling of her hand the gel.

She got onto the bed and moaned dramatically as she straddled him, "Mmmmm Yes Daddy! Oh, your cock feels so good inside me! Oh, I can barely fit you in!"

Betty had never been so over-the-top with a sexual partner before. She actually thought she sounded a bit ridiculous, but so many of the girls in his porn talked like that. She'd tried it and seen the intense way he reacted. It would have been impossible for her not to see it. The man loved to be told that he had a big dick. Besides, she was fucking her own father. All of this was ridiculous. Paying him exaggerated compliments didn't make it any more weird.

She faced him, with both hands on the bed, and bounced her hips up and down on his hard shaft. "Oh YES! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your girl!"

"Yeah! YES!" He reached up and squeezed her bouncing breasts. "Daddy's gonna fuck you so good!"

"Yes, Daddy. So good. So deep with your big cock!"

Betty rode her father for a long while. It was a struggle not to be bored, or at least not to let any boredom show. He needed to believe she was into it. There had been a few occasions early on, when they'd first started having sex, that he'd been able to recognize that she didn't actually care all that much. Each of those had been bad days. His penis went soft pretty fast, and though she'd switched to using her hand once he was too soft to be inside her, she's basically just been rubbing some folds of hairy skin. The worst part was that the experience made him miserable the entire rest of the day. Nothing she did would console him, and it would certainly be an uphill struggle for her to take care of him the next time she tried.

She could understand why the experience was such a difficult one for him. Her father had already lost so much of himself. There were so many things he couldn't do anymore. He was gradually losing the ability to function, but his penis was part of his body that still worked... at least some of the time. Sex was something he still believed he could do, something that reminded him of the man he'd been. If Betty acted like sex was a frustrating chore, she was robbing him of some of his self-confidence, which was growing more precious by the day.

The way she saw it, her over-acting was a gift she could give to her father. She could help him forget about his limitations for a while, provide him not only pleasure but the sense of accomplishment, the belief that he'd done well, that she was impressed by something that meant so much to him. It was plain to see how he carried that pride with him. Good days were never a guarantee with her father, but they were much more likely when he got to enjoy his sexuality.

So, Betty moaned. She closed her eyes and threw her head back repeatedly as her body bounced up and down over and over again, "Fuck! That feels so good, Daddy! Fuck me! Oh Yess, YESSS!"

Still, she was relieved when she felt his tell-tale trembling, "Oh Daddy, you're gonna cum! Yes, Daddy. Fill me up with that big cock! I need you to cum in me, Daddy! I need it SO BAD!"

He was shaking from the exertion when his orgasm hit. He cried aloud and whimpered, but her own sounds were more than enough to drown him out. She grinned at him after she felt his soft penis slide out of her, "How do you feel, Dad?"

He grinned back, breathing heavily, "Pretty good."

"Good job today," she said, climbing off of him and onto the floor. He reached over and patted her backside, which she wiggled for him to see. "Shower then breakfast?"

He nodded, smiling still. The easiest thing at this point was for her to get into the shower with him. They were both already naked, and both messy. She cleaned them both thoroughly, used a towel to help him dry off and put some sweats on him. She wrapped her robe around herself and went to prepare some fried eggs and bacon for his meal, along with the cup of sliced fruit she insisted he have. She brought his portable radio to the dining table so he could listen to his morning news program while he ate. She had Celine Dion music in the earbud she wore discretely in one ear.

When he was finished, he switched off the radio and walked to his recliner in the living room. He plopped down and turned on the television, where a different news team shared essentially the same stories and statistics he'd just heard on the radio. Betty wasn't surprised to hear his raspy snoring only a few minutes later. The morning had, quite literally, taken a lot out of the old guy. She turned down the volume. She didn't want to hear the angry newscasters argue if she could avoid it, but she knew Hank would make some snarky comment if the TV was turned off when he woke up.

She went into her bedroom, put her robe by the door and got her vibrator out of the drawer in the nightstand. She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes.

She hadn't felt pent-up like this for a while, not since she and Dylan got together. She wished he was here with her right now. She'd already begun to think of this as his bed as much as it was hers. He slept with her most nights, and in this moment, it felt quite lonely without him.

Usually, when she spent time with her dad, she knew Dylan would take care of her later, sometimes immediately after she finished. Dylan was so caring, so attentive to her needs. He was probably the most selfless lover she'd ever had.

Of course, she'd wanted to focus on him this morning for his birthday. She'd been happy to have him in her mouth, even if it was one-sided... but that, plus spending so long with Hank so soon afterwards... Betty was definitely left wanting.

She tried to imagine what it would feel like if Dylan was here in this moment. Maybe he'd have his face between her legs, pampering her clit where her toy was buzzing now. Oh, couldn't it just be his tongue instead?

The toy felt good, but it didn't hold her the way her son did. It couldn't look at her with those... amazing eyes he had. It didn't have his hands to caress her skin. A toy, no matter how good it felt, just could not compare to her son... and he was what she really wanted.

After a while, Betty gave up and tossed the vibrator aside. She simply wasn't meant to get off today. Oh well. She supposed she shouldn't let it bother her too much. She knew that after their morning session, her dad wouldn't be up for more today. So, that just left her to figure out how to keep herself occupied for the next few hours.

*****

"Thank you for having me over tonight, Mrs. K." Clay sat at the table, looking as nervous as a guy could possibly be. Dylan reached over and held the young man's hand. The two exchanged smiles filled with affection and support.

"You're welcome, Clay. And you can call me Betty."

"Betty," he nodded thoughtfully, "I don't think I've ever met someone named Betty."

The woman smirked and looked over at Hank, "Tell him where my name comes from, Dad."

The old man chuckled, "I always had a big thing for Betty Grable."

Clay's face was blank. He didn't recognize the name.

Betty explained, "She was an actress and a pin-up model, like the girls in swimsuits painted on the fronts of airplanes during World War II."

Clay nodded as Dylan chimed in, "I bet you'd look great on an airplane, Mom."

She blinked for a moment, unsure how to respond to him. She noticed Hank nodding his agreement. "Thank you," she said in a quiet voice that almost sounded nervous. She composed herself, "So, what are you studying, Clay?"

"Just getting my gen-ed's out of the way right now. Haven't picked a major yet."

"Well, I think there is a lot of wisdom in that. You just take your time, Sweetie."

The meal passed with pleasant conversation between them. Instead of a birthday cake, Betty had baked chocolate chip cookie dough in a square pan to slice into individual servings topped with peanut butter cup ice cream. She did include candles of course. After the three of them sang, she stood behind Dylan's chair and wrapped both around him to plant a big kiss on his cheek. He turned his head quickly so their lips met. She was aware of her surroundings enough to pull away, her eyes darting to the other men at the table, but neither of them reacted as far as she could see.

They all enjoyed dessert and Betty gathered the dishes. Clay offered to help, but she happily assured him she had it taken care of and encouraged the three of them to head to the living room. Hank's game show was starting after all. He plopped down in his recliner while Dylan and Clay sat on the couch with their arms around each other.

Betty joined them a short while later, sitting on the other side of her son. She was a bit surprised when his hand came to rest on her thigh, but she deliberately chose not to acknowledge the intimate touch. Still, her heart was racing and her mind was barely able to process anything on the television screen.

On a commercial break, she did glance over to see an elderly head slumping over in his chair, "Ready for bed, Dad?"

Hank perked up a bit. His heavy eyelids opened sluggishly, "Oooooooh... I suppose so."

She stood to help the old man to his feet, handing Dylan the remote.

"Good night, Grandpa."

"Good night, Sir," Clay added respectfully.

Dyland switched the screen off as soon as the two of them were alone. He put a hand on Clay's chin and leaned in for a sweet, romantic kiss. "Tell me what you're thinking," he whispered into the young man's face.

"I... I really like being around your family."

"Yeah?"

"You're all so... comfortable around each other. You get along so well, and..." his gaze lost its focus, "They're both so accepting of us."

Dylan tilted his head in sympathy, "Not what you're used to?"

Tears formed in Clay's eyes but didn't fall, "They're not like my family at all." Dylan kissed him again, then he stood up and knelt down on the soft carpet. Clay grew suddenly panicked when Dylan reached for his belt. His gaze shot down the hallway and his whisper was urgent, "What are you DOING!?"

Determined, Dylan already had his jeans and underwear down below his knees. "I'm doing whatever I want. It's my birthday."

Clay began panting at the sensation of the warm wet tongue on his rapidly hardening cock. "What if... What if your mom comes back?"

"Like you said, my family's VERY comfortable and accepting." Dylan took the length of Clay's cock in his mouth. He knew without needing to look that Clay had his head thrown back on the couch, engrossed in the experience. His cock was hard as stone by now, and Dylan's mouth was voracious. His tongue caressed every ridge and bump. His lips sucked intensely. Clay was still trying to be quiet, but he couldn't help moaning in pleasure.

They were only a few minutes into the blowjob when they heard the startled, "OH!" Betty was in the living room now, frozen in place and staring wide-eyed, completely entranced by the sight of the two men together.

"Mmmmm... Hi Mom." Dylan spoke with the swollen head still between his lips.

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't know you were... I'll... give you two some privacy..."

"Come join us, Mom." Again, he spoke without letting the cock fall from his face.

Almost in a daze, she made her way to the couch and sat down beside Clay. Instinctively, she began to rub his back and offer reassurance. "It's all right, Sweetheart." The poor guy was panicked out of his mind. This wasn't exactly a scenario one could plan for. His chest was heaving with nervous breaths, but she could see him relaxing the more she gave him attention.

Dylan removed his lips from his boyfriend's erection and gave it a squeeze with his hand. His eyes were nearly sparkling as he looked up at her, "What do you think, Mom?" How do we look?"

Betty felt her heart drop in her chest. It took effort for her to form words, "I... I think... I think he has a beautiful cock." She reached down to caress her son's cheek, "And it looks so good in your mouth, Baby."

Dylan grinned even wider and brought his free hand up to her thigh to feel the heat radiating from her sex. It would have been impossible not to notice the pulse of excitement through Clay's cock when she complimented him. As Dylan began to suck the man again, she found she knew exactly what he had in mind for her.

She placed her hand firmly on the center of Clay's chest and turned her attention fully to him, leaning close to whisper, "It's true, Honey. You have such a big... strong... Magnificent COCK!"

Clay's gaze was fixed on hers now, showing such intense desire. Any nervousness was gone now, replaced by hunger that she could feel like electricity inside of her. "You're so sexy, Clay, and it is so sexy to watch my son sucking that massive cock you have."

"Fuck." He was moaning while panting into her face.

"Does it feel good, Sweetie? Does his mouth feel sooo good on your huge cock?"

"Fuck yeah it does!"

"Oh, you've got me so hot and so wet. Oh Fuck! I want to know what that big cock feels like."

He responded by furiously kissing her, shoving his tongue into her face with unbridled eagerness. Dylan was rubbing her lips through her leggings. She wasn't exaggerating about that part. They were rightly soaked by this point. She could hardly remember ever feeling THIS turned on. Dylan pulled his lips away once again, "I'm pretty sure he wants to be inside you, Mom!"

"Fuck yes!" She practically vaulted to her feet. It was a mad scramble for the three of them to discard their clothing as fast as possible. Clay stayed seated on the couch, erection reaching for the sky, glistening with moisture from Dylan's mouth. He easily slid between Betty's soaked lips when she straddled him, moaning in uncontrolled ecstacy.

Dylan was behind her, naked body pressed against her back. His hands reached around to squeeze her breasts. His lips were sucking on the skin of her neck. Every sensation in her body was heavenly; one man's cock throbbing inside her. Another man's hands, her son's hands and his lips showering her with pleasure. Betty didn't last long. She came HARD. All the pent-up frustration from being denied throughout the day exploded across her body. Her cries were wild and incoherent as she felt the climax everywhere.

The way her sex was pulsing and squeezing sent Clay immediately over the edge. He threw his head back while his cock gushed up into her body. His face grew suddenly nervous again, as if he was reminded it was inconsiderate to cum inside a woman without at least giving her warning. He started to apologize for being unable to control himself. Betty, in her pleasure-drunk haze, recognized the young man's panic. She feebly touched his bare chest to reassure him again, panting, "It's Ok, Sweetie. You're ok."

Dylan was entirely unconcerned with this. He spoke directly into his mother's ear, his tone so confident and demanding, it was practically a growl, "You're. Not. Done." With his arms still embracing her torso, he pulled back so her entire upper body was resting on him. He moved another hand to her clit, wet from both her body and Clay's, and he began to rub her with furious fingers. Clay's cock was still twitching and pulsing inside her lips. That, mixed with Dylan's aggressive finger massage made her pleasure sky rocket once more. Another climax rocked her body, wave after unrelenting wave of sensation. The intensity built until it was too much for her to handle. "Please, Baby. No more..." She whimpered, begging her son to stop.

He complied, cradling her body to him and leading her back to the couch. He set her down, to lean against Clay's shoulder, panting and trembling. Immediately, Dylan was back on his knees. He ran his tongue hungrily all along Clay's cock, sucking up every drop of moisture there. Then, he squeezed the member with his fist and began to pump up and down, the same speed and ferocious intensity he'd used to ravage Betty's clit. As she watched the men, she had enough strength to hold Clay's hand in her own.

His gaping mouth seemed shocked as much as pleasured while Dylan's hand demanded another orgasm from him. His lips were there to drink it all up. He rose to his feet and stood over the two of them sprawled out on the couch and recovering from his relentless affection. He took his own hard cock in his fist and began to masturbate. It wasn't long at all before it was his turn to gush. Hot drops fell onto both of their naked bodies. He gave them a triumphant grin and plopped down on the couch beside Betty.

She curled up against him, beautifully pathetic. He wrapped a protective arm around her frame, "You two... taste... SOOOO good together!"

The three laid on the couch, waiting for breathing and heart-rates to return to normal. Gradually, the house grew quiet as they steadily grew more calm.

"You guys are... quite the family."

Dylan moved his hand to Clay's shoulder, "Glad you could join us tonight."

"I sure am, too."

Betty was listening to them, but she didn't have the motivation to say anything. For the first time all day, she was completely satisfied... and it left her blissfully exhausted.

It was a while later that Clay stood up, "I guess I ought to get going." He stepped close enough to kiss Dylan's mouth, "Happy Birthday, Man."

"Thanks again," he answered with a smile.

Clay stood awkwardly for a moment, looking down at the naked woman curled up against her son, "Ummm... Thanks for everything, Miss K... I mean... Betty." She managed to wiggle her fingers enough confirm that she'd heard him. He nodded and put on his clothes.

"Hey," Dylan asked when he was ready to leave, "Can you bring me that blanket?" He indicated the back of Hank's recliner. Clay unfolded it and draped it over Betty's form. Dylan nodded his gratitude once more and watched his boyfriend head out the front door.

Dylan and Betty were once more alone. He kissed the beautiful woman on the top of her head and whispered, "Happy Mom-iversary."