Walk to the window.

I walked to the window and looked out, just in time to see Dad holding Anne's waist while she giggled like a little girl. Placing my head close to the windows, I could barely make out what they were saying outside.

It's nice to see you again Anthony, even though it was only yesterday at the wedding that I last saw you."

I watched my wife smiling awkwardly at dad's overly intimate greeting while she returned the hug. I tried my best to ignore Anne's large breasts getting pushed up against my dad as he pulled Anne in for an unusually long hug, that and the fact that his hands had moved from her waist to her back and even lower again to where they were lingering right now, her ass.

"So, how was your wedding night? Were you and my son working hard the entire night trying to give me grandchildren? I hope he did not wear you out too much?"

I flinched at my dad's comment.

"Yups! That's dad alright! Crude as always!"

I watched Anne pull away from dad and slapped his chest jokingly before answering him with a pout.

"Of course not! We were way too tired last night by the time we got home. The both of us fell asleep the moment we laid on the bed. Besides, my body's aching way too much to be doing anything."

"Oh really? It's that bad? We can't have that now, especially since we're going on a holiday. Which part of your body is aching?"

"My shoulders and neck. But the worst has to be my calves! Being in heels for most of the day was enough to put me in pain for most of the night!"

"Come here and have a seat! I'll take a look at your calf. I used to injure them a lot on hiking trips when I was younger so I know a thing or two about making them feel much better in a jiffy."

I watched as dad led my wife to the back seat of the car and sat her down with her legs outside the car. From my position at the window, all I could see were Anne's legs. Every other part of her was in the car and blocked by the door. Through the slightly tinted window of the car, I could barely make out the silhouette of Anne's head as she looked down at Anthony who had grabbed one of her legs and placed it on his knee. As he did so, I noticed the already short hem of Anne's dress slide up a little further, showing off even more of her thigh as dad's hands went to her calf and started kneading it gently.

I saw dad looking up towards Anne while saying something, presumably asking her how it feels while his hand continued to massage Anne's tender flesh. Dad then continued to speak as if he was giving Anne a lecture before turning his attention back to Anne's legs.

Just when I thought that dad was simply giving my wife an innocent massage, he placed down Anne's leg and grabbed her other one. This time, as he lifted Anne's leg, I saw the hem of her skirt falling even more, so much so that practically her entire thigh is out in the open. What really caught my attention though was when dad shifted his leg to the side ever so slightly causing Anne to end up spreading her legs just a little. It might only be a little bit, but that and the hiked up hem of her dress was more than enough to let dad have a good look between Anne's legs and at her white, lace panties. Almost immediately, I could see Dad's eyes shifting to stare at the spot between Anne's thighs while his hands continued to knead on Anne calves.

Taking in a deep breath, I stood at the window watching in surprise as Anne did not attempt to pull her dress to cover herself, or even close her legs. I tried convincing myself that maybe she did not realise, but dad definitely did, and it did not seem like he was not trying to hide the fact that he was openly staring at all.

Dad took his time massaging and rubbing Anne's calf, his hands occasionally even moving as far as her thighs sometimes. Not only did Anne not stop him, she even opened her legs even wider to let him have better access to her inner thighs. I knew that Anne was especially sensitive in that area, I just did not expect her to allow someone else besides me to touch her there. Watching the two of them, I suddenly felt something getting harder inside my shorts. Just as I was about to contemplate rubbing my erection a little to ease the discomfort, I heard a loud voice coming from behind me. Turning around quickly, I tried his best to hide the guilt I was feeling from spying on dad and my wife as I saw a hot, middle-aged, woman in a loose-fitting dress smiling brightly at me.

"Jake! You're here! I did not hear you come in! What are you doing there by the window?"

With a few steps, the beautiful woman had walked across the room and reached me. Opening her arms, she took me in her bosom and gave me a big hug! I could feel her large breasts getting pushed up against my chest as we hugged, my face blushing a little redder and my erection immediately reaching full-mast in my shorts.

Feeling my mother's body pressed up against my erection, I prayed hard that mom would not notice the bulge in my shorts, but of course, that was neigh impossible. Pulling back from the hug, I expected mom to stare at me reproachingly, but instead, I was surprised when I saw her looking away shyly instead. In fact, there seemed to already have been a slight blush on her face ever since I saw her coming into the room.

"Erhem... where is your dad? We should really get going! Kristin and Patrick should really stop fucking upstairs.. AROUND!!! I... I meant should really stop wasting time upstairs and get going already or we're going to be late!"

I looked at my mom, Sofia, with a weird expression. She's acting really strange today. Then, something she said earlier suddenly hit me.

"Wait what? Who in the world is Patrick?"

"Oh you didn't know? He's your sister's boyfriend! Her very first! Be nice..."