Man of the House Ch. 10

Not a minute later she was back by her daughter's side, handing her a fresh cup, her own cup freshly topped. She slid her arm around her daughter's waist. Erin was wearing her flannel lounge pants and thermal shirt and she hugged the coffee to herself with both hands, taking the occasional sip, but not saying a word. For the longest time, neither spoke, but just enjoyed the morning.

"I love you, Erin," Michelle said.

Erin smiled and glanced over at her mom, catching her eye. "I love you, too, mom. Way much." She bumped her lightly with her shoulder and her mother squeezed her to herself for just an instant before both of them returned their focus to the morning view.

A few minutes later, her mother spoke again. "Any thoughts on breakfast?"

"Not really."

"I'm thinking brown sugar oatmeal with raisins."

"Ooh! That sounds good! And on a morning like this? Yum!" Erin laughed a little.

"Think you can get a fire going and then help me dice some apples?"

"Sure."

Michelle grabbed the remote and turned on the mounted flatscreen just above the mantel and found the national morning show that was interspersed with the local news. It looked like the roads in their area were iced over and would be the last to be salted due to their secluded location. The town and outlying areas had top priority. Apparently they were stuck in for the day. Oh, well. She flipped to a streaming music channel, keeping it to a low volume so as not to disturb her sleeping son too much on his vacation.

It worked. Twenty minutes later Erin shuffled up the stairs with a cup of coffee for her brother. He still lay face down in bed, the sheet and blanket up to his waist. She set his coffee on the nightstand and settled in behind him, pressing her chest to his back and side.

"Coo-ryy," she sang softly, kissing his shoulder. "Coo-rryyy," she sang a little louder. "Time to get uu-uup. Mom has breakfast ready." She stroked his back and he began to stir. "There you are. Mom made oatmeal and it's ready for you. You're not going to believe the view here, Cor. It's amazing."

He rolled over and looked at her, pushing her hair behind her ear as she smiled. "It sure is," he whispered groggily.

She pushed herself up, giggling. "What's with you? Always making comments like that," she shook her head.

"Hey," he said seriously, "Look at me." She looked at him as he sat up, not smiling. "For some reason you feel the need to brush off my compliments, like I'm joking or something. I'm not, Erin. Ever. Okay?"

Her smile faded. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he said, taking her hand, "but I need you to let me love you like that. Every woman should have a man tell her how beautiful and brilliant she is. Even if that man is just her dorky brother," he said, winking at her. "That said," he grunted as he sat up and swung his legs around, reaching for his coffee, "I can't believe I have to get out of bed to eat breakfast. What kind of single-star roach motel is this?"

"Shut up," she laughed, flicking him in the ear.

"Damn, sis," he laughed, grabbing his ear, "That stings."

She stood and pointed her finger at his face. "Serves you right. Now, if you want your oatmeal hot, you'd better come get it now." Smiling, she winked at him before turning to walk back down the stairs, knowing he was watching her because he always watched her.

"Mom!" she called out from the top of the stairs as she descended them, "Cory's being a dickhead!"

"Cory!" Michelle called. "Don't be a dickhead!"

"Okay!" he waved, knowing they couldn't see it, before smiling as he sipped his coffee.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a t-shirt and made his way downstairs in a couple of minutes. His mother and sister were standing at the window, laughing occasionally. His mother had her camera and was taking pictures in rapid succession, her camera against her eye as she tracked something out the window.

"You're right," Cory said as he approached. "This is an amazing view." He wasn't talking about the mountains, but about the women in front of them. Looking out the window, he continued, "And so is that." He put his arm around his mother's waist. "Morning, mom," he said quietly.

Michelle lowered her camera and looked up at her son, handsome in the sunlight. Tucking a curl behind her ear and blushing (why?), she returned his greeting. "Morning." He bent down to kiss her briefly before standing upright again and pulling her closer.

"Hey," protested Erin. "Where's mine?" She had a smile on her face while she tried to pucker up. He smiled at her and kissed her tense lips, causing her to giggle when he shook his head and smiled at her.

He turned toward the kitchen and said, "I thought we were going to have oatmeal."

"We are," answered Michelle, following him toward the kitchen. "We were just watching the squirrels."

"So that's what you were laughing at."

Erin plopped down on the barstool and leaned on the granite countertop.

"Yep," replied his mother simply. She scooped some oatmeal into a square dark red bowl. "They started getting lively and were running around the deck chasing each other." She set down the bowl and picked up another.

A few minutes later they were sitting at the pine table by the back window at the end of the kitchen, eating oatmeal with diced apples, raisins, brown sugar and cinnamon. There were periods of talking and laughter and periods of silence, but everything was so peaceful this morning that no one minded the pace of the conversation.

"I think after breakfast I'll go check on the roads," announced Cory.

"What? Why?" his mother looked worried.

"Just to see what kind of condition they're in," he said, placing his hand on hers. "Look at the deck, mom." She looked. "See how there are exposed patches on the rail?" She nodded. "And see how there are bubbles forming under the ice sheets?" Another nod. "That's the ice melting. That means the road may be clear in sunny spots, even if it's still iced over in the shade. I'm just going to go take a look. If we can get out this afternoon, we can do some shopping and take a look around town, maybe decide about lunch tomorrow."

"Do you want me to come?" Erin asked.

"No, stay here with mom. It'll be fine on the gravel road and if it looks iced over on the paved road, I'll just come right back. We're not leaving until later this afternoon anyway. I just want to get an idea."

"Okay."

"If you're sure," answered Michelle. Cory just nodded with a smile and squeezed her hand.

A few minutes later he was dressed and slowly driving Erin's SUV down the gravel road, pieces of ice and drops of water occasionally dropping onto the roof of her Toyota. At the end of the gravel road, he pulled to the side and walked to the paved road. There was a surprising amount of sun and he could see a pretty good ways in both directions before the road turned away. He decided they could go out in the afternoon and everything should be fine.

Walking through the front door, he called out, "Mom? Erin?"

"Up here, sweetie," his mother called back. Cory made his way up the stairs and heard his mother and sister talking, their voices echoing in the bathroom. He walked in and saw them sharing a bubble bath in the garden tub. "There he is!" exclaimed Michelle.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"Just cleaning up," Erin smiled. "You made a real mess of things last night."

"Sure did," his mother agreed. "Making us drip all over the blanket."

"Don't just stand there. Come on in."

He pulled his shirt off over his head and began undressing as the women cat-called him, laughing and commenting about the display. He twirled his shirt over his head while swiveling his hips, saying, "Boom-chaka-boom," drawing more laughter. His mother almost spilled her wine in the tub as she leaned back in laughter, sliding down into the bubbles before Erin caught her by the hand, laughing with her.

"Oh, man," Cory laughed. "How much have you had to drink already?"

"Not as much as you'd think," replied Erin, "judging by mom's coordination."

"Leave me alone," she pouted through her smile. "This tub is slippery."

"I'm almost afraid to get in now," said Cory as he slid his jeans off his feet, "especially if mom's driving."

"Come on, I know how to drive a stick," she laughed.

"No argument from me." Cory stepped in, getting slapped on the rear end as he turned to settle in to the large tub, which had plenty of room for two, and only barely enough for three. Erin made more room by lifting up and settling between his legs, resting her back against his chest.

"That's more like it," sighed Erin. Michelle poured Cory a glass of wine and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said. As he sipped his wine, Erin jumped and squealed before both ladies laughed.

"Don't do that!" Erin laughed. Michelle threw her head back and laughed at Erin's response.

"What happened?"

"Mom just tickled my pussy with her foot," accused his sister.

His mother just smiled coyly and took another sip of her wine.

The rest of their bath they just talked and laughed and flirted, but only rarely was an outright sexual move made. There was no agenda for the bath time, except to relax. As the water started to cool, they climbed out and dried off. Cory was last so he could watch his mother and sister dry off. What was it about a woman with wet skin that was so damned sexy? He had no idea, but he loved it.

They all got dressed and Cory flipped on the weather channel again to see the local forecast and get an update on the day's conditions. It would creep into the forties today and would be clear, but by Friday morning another storm was coming in and they were calling for snow through the weekend. Erin and Michelle worked on their hair and make-up for their trip to town and Michelle asked Cory to toss the blanket into the washing machine in the basement.

"I haven't been to the basement yet," he said.

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" exclaimed his mother. "While you're down there, set up the pool table. We'll come down for a game of cutthroat."

"Cool." He gathered the blanket and tucked it under one arm, grabbed three sodas from the refrigerator and opened the door under the stairs to make his way down to the basement lounge. The basement area was not as large as the upstairs, but it housed the utilities in a separate room, with a washer and dryer, circuit box, on-demand water heater, and the cables and routers for the electronics throughout the cabin.

He tossed the blanket into the small, stacked washing machine and added some detergent, setting it to quick wash, closed the utility room door and took a look outside. The top half of the back wall was a series of windows, and it looked out into a screened in porch that had the upstairs deck as its roof. There was a wood door with a glass center window that led to the porch, the only access on or off the porch. He noticed that the door knob didn't lock, but only had a one-way deadbolt, which no doubt was designed to prevent someone from getting accidentally locked out.

Stepping through the door he walked to the hot tub and flipped up the padded cover. The water was freezing, so he went back inside and looked in the folder that was tucked into a mounted file box by the door, following the instructions to check the chemicals and rev up the heater. As the bubbles churned to life, he heard his sister's voice.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up and saw her coming through the door. She was again in jeans, boots, and subtly patterned brown sweater. Looking amazing, as always. "Just getting the hot tub set up. I figured we could relax in it a little later." He smiled at her.

"I didn't know they even had a hot tub here," she said, leaning over to watch him, resting her elbows on the edge.

"Dan mentioned it, but we never really talked about much of what was here. I didn't know about the basement, the upstairs fireplace, the satellite... This is nicer than what I expected."

"It's beautiful here," she sighed, pushing herself up. Turning to look out through the screen, she continued, "I'm glad we came here for Thanksgiving. It's so peaceful, you know?"

"I know. And I'm glad mom is okay with it." He shook the water off his hands and wiped them on his jeans as he stood. "I was worried for a little while, but she seems to like it here." He walked toward Erin and put his arm around her shoulder. She wrapped hers around his waist. For a few minutes they just looked out at the forest, listening to the quiet, the silence occasionally broken by the sound of a piece of ice sliding off a branch and impacting other branches or the ground. There was a steady drip of water onto the dirt nearby, maybe dripping off the cabin. Pat... Pat... Pat...

Erin patted Cory on the back and said, "Let's go back in and set up that game. Mom should be down in a few minutes."

"Okay."

They walked back in, locking the door behind them, being careful to wipe their wet boots on the mat so they didn't get the berber carpet wet or dirty. Cory opened the cans of soda that he had set on the bar while Erin racked the pool balls.

"What do you say to a quick game of 9-ball before mom comes down?" she asked with a smile.

"Bets?"

"Kisses for each ball sunk. Oral for the winner," she smiled.

"Good enough."

Michelle walked down the stairs to the basement only to find her daughter leaned over the far end of the pool table, her head hanging down. There were two cues, the cue ball and the 4-ball on the red felt.

"What's going on down here?" she asked.

"I lost," she heard her son say, her daughter looking up and smiling at her with a nod.

She laughed, "And I'm sure you're really broken up about it, too, huh?"

Erin gripped at the edge of the corner pocket, letting out a series of muffled groans and Cory mumbled something that couldn't be deciphered.

"You finish up while I set up the game," said their mother, trying not to be too involved, but also trying not to get too aroused. This was their thing, just the two of them. She hadn't meant to impose. It wasn't long before the game was set up, the increased panting of her daughter and the more frequent gasps and moans telling her that the game would start soon. She took a seat at the bar, sipping a soda and watching her son's head twist and roll as his hands gripped at the hips of his gorgeous young lover. She knew what it was like to be both of them at this moment. She has had his face buried in her snatch and she has had hers buried in Erin's.

She envied them both.

Soon enough, Erin squealed before it caught in her throat, her head thrown back, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the walnut pool table.

Cory stood and helped Erin stand upright, steadying her as she bent down to pull up her panties and jeans.

"Well," said Michelle, "now I need to change my panties." Erin just smiled and shrugged. Michelle hopped down off the bar stool and asked, "Would you like a break or can we go ahead and play a game of pool?"

"How about you and Cory play. You can make a little wager of your own," Erin suggested.

"Hmm," Michelle said, eying her son. "What do you think? Care to make it interesting?"

"You don't have to beat me in pool for me to fuck you. Besides," he said, making a face and smacking his lips, "I need to do something to get this taste out of my mouth. Tastes like pussy." Suddenly a throw pillow struck him in the side of the face. He looked over at his sister, who scowled in mock anger. "OH! Erin, I didn't know you were still here. Sorry." She gave him the finger and laughed. He smiled and winked back at her. Michelle just laughed.

"Same bet you and Erin had, then?" she asked. "Game of 8-ball, call your shots?"

"Sure. You break."

She chalked her cue while he settled the rack and removed it for her. Setting the cue ball off-center, she cracked it hard and sent the balls scattering, dropping two solids.

Cory's and Erin's eyes went wide. "Holy shit," he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you I worked at a pool hall in college? Hmm, must have slipped my mind." She had this sly grin as she looked at her son. She looked over at Erin, whose smile was hidden by her hand.

"I'm going to be eating you out in a few minutes, aren't I?" he asked with smile.

"I don't know about that." She surveyed the table, walking around to the opposite side. "I'm a little rusty. Two in the side." She bent over, arched her fingers to rest the cue and it glided straight back and forward, knocking the cue ball into the 2, bumping it to topple it gently into the pocket. "Huh. What do you know? I guess I'm not that rusty after all."

Cory only took a few shots. He spent a lot of time watching. She mostly cleared the table in only a few turns. He only knocked in one stripe. As soon as the 8-ball dropped into the corner, she set her cue down and began unfastening her jeans. Cory stood up off the bar stool and laid his cue on the felt. His mother smiled at him and he tried to look annoyed, but he couldn't. He was fine with her reward. How could he not be happy to be eating her out again? He shook his head as his smile broke.

"Erin may be okay with you kneeling behind her," she said, pulling off her boots and then her jeans and panties, "But I want you to have full access." She lay on the carpet in just her dark blue sweater and socks. "Come and get it," she said, stroking herself.

Erin leaned forward so she could get a better look and her brother began by spreading his mother's knees further apart. He kissed from one knee to her mound and then repeated the process, bringing a series of light moans and sighs from her. "God, that feels good," she sighed. Her eyes were usually closed, but she did open them to watch him as he enjoyed her. He brought her to orgasm pretty quickly, but then again, she had been primed up since she came downstairs and saw Erin getting the same treatment.

Michelle's orgasm was not her most intense, but it was certainly a strong one. He bathed her inner thighs, mound, and clitoris with his tongue, dipping inside her and even rimming her as he randomly wandered over her nether region. He caressed her g-spot with his first two fingers, but to bring her over the edge, he slipped his middle finger into her backdoor while he tongued her clit.

As she came down off her high, she released his head and lightly stroked his hair. "Oh, wow," she breathed. "Perfect." She sat up and leaned back on her hands. "Thank you, Cory."

"Well, you earned it. I guess." He smiled at her. "I would have done it without the pool game."

"I know you would have. Erin and I have both cum because of your mouth, so now I'll give you a choice. I can either give you a blowjob here and now, or you can wait until later and fuck me any way you want."

"How about this?" he countered, standing up to unfasten his jeans. "You give me a blowjob right now and I'll still fuck you any way I want tonight."

Michelle looked at Erin and noticed that she was obviously aroused; she only hoped that her own arousal at his dominance wasn't so obvious. Her question was answered when she felt his hand grasp her hair and she turned just in time to see his purple dripping head being pushed toward her mouth. She opened it out of pure desire and he slid most of the way in, bumping her throat and bringing a shared moan from them both.

Erin was on the couch, watching with her elbows on her knees. "Go, mom," she whispered.

Cory used his mother's mouth for his own pleasure, but it didn't take long for her to return the fervor, gripping his ass with one hand and his shaft with the other while she bobbed and swirled her tongue around the shaft and knob. He knew he wasn't going to last long. He had just eaten both of his lovers while his own erection was left unattended. He ached for a feminine hand or mouth or cunt or ass to touch him there, to embrace him, to draw his own orgasm out of him.