While Jon searched for the stone throughout the house in vain, his parents finished watching the blow-out of a football game, and then headed for their bedroom.
"So you old bald-headed fart," Jon's dad said. "You think you still got it in you to beat the kid? You haven't played in at least two or three years."
He watched his best friend get undressed. His Art/wife stepped out of her capri pants, showing her panties and shaved legs.
"I may not be as trim as I once was, but I think I can still take the little bastard," Mom said.
"You smoke too many cigars. Plus, your boobs have gotten fatter since we last played."
"Yeah," Art answered, as he pulled off his blouse and hefted his large breasts. "Their bigger and saggier, but these tits ain't holdin' me back. I've whooped your ass many a time, and these bouncin' babies have never gotten in my way."
"Speaking of bouncin' babies, how about a feel?"
"Anything for a pal," Art answered, as he strolled over, only in his panties. "Remember when we were kids, before I got my own, and we saw our first Playboy on the schoolbus?"
"Yep...and I don't think that babe's tits were as big as yours," Dad answered as he squeezed his wife's nipples.
"You cause pain, and I'll kick you in the nuts," Art responded, while sighing in pleasure at the same time. "You ready for that quickie?"
"Let's do it!" Dad answered.
"Booyah!" Art/Mom responded, and she pulled her panties all the way off and pushed her best friend onto the bed.
