Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 7

We didn’t have sex again. Not right away, at least. Instead, we showered and went out for dinner.

“What do you feel like?” I asked as I backed out of the driveway.

“I don’t care,” Mom said. “Anything. I’m starving.”

“Steak? Chicken? Seafood? Pizza? A burger? ”

She laughed. “Pizza. You remember Johnny’s?”

“Of course. Johnny’s it is.”

The restaurant was just as I remembered, a hole-in-the-wall place with fantastic pizza, a hidden gem that only the locals knew about. We ordered salads and a medium special and then chatted about everything but what I wanted to talk about. I knew why, of course. We were in public, surrounded by people who might casually overhear, and words like “incest” cut right through the background chatter. I bided my time but was ready to burst at the seams by the time we left.

“This whole thing was a setup,” I said when we reached the relative privacy of the car, “wasn’t it?”

Mom tried to look innocent as she buckled her seatbelt. “What do you mean?”

“Dad’s last-minute trip. Nude gardening. Plants in my shower. You shaving. The whole thing. It was a setup.”

She glanced at me sideways.

“Well?”

“Your dad didn’t think you’d figure it out. I thought you would, but he said you’d be too busy.”

“Too busy?” I pulled out of the parking lot and turned toward the house. “Too busy doing what?”

“Fucking me,” she said frankly.

“Seriously? He doesn’t give me enough credit.”

“It’s not that. He just doesn’t think like you do.”

“How so?”

“Sex isn’t very emotional for him. Not that he isn’t emotional—he is—but sex is more physical for him.”

“It’s pretty physical for me too.”

“True, but you’re more like me. You want an emotional connection. Not always, but most of the time. Blowjobs are a different story—sometimes I enjoy them even more when I don’t know the guy’s name—but I need to like a man before I’ll have sex with him. That’s how you are with women. At least, from everything I’ve seen.”

“I am.”

“You also want to know how the pieces of a puzzle fit together.”

“Mostly I do it with buildings,” I agreed, “but I guess people too.”

“Mmm hmm. Which is why you realized that today was a setup. We arranged for Erin to be in Florida so we could have some privacy. Then your dad traded with a friend to get the reverse seniority trip. The weather today was a bonus, so the nude gardening was my idea at the last minute.”

“And the houseplants? The shaving?”

“I had to get you into my bathroom somehow,” she said with a grin. “And the shaving? That was Susan’s idea, but I know what you like.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “So… you were serious earlier when you said rules were made to be broken?”

“Well, you said it first, but I took it and ran with it.”

“But still… we broke the rules.” All of a sudden I realized the truth. “No, we didn’t. You changed them.”

“Ah, I knew you’d figure it out.”

“Okay, but why? And why now? Why not before?”

“Why change the rules? Isn’t that obvious?”

“Yeah, I guess. I’m not a kid anymore and can probably handle it. But why do it all of a sudden? Why not talk to me about it?”

“This was more fun, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, okay. But still… I spent most of dinner feeling a little guilty.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve said something. But we’re talking about it now.”

I wanted to grumble but that would’ve seemed petty, so I took a deep breath and adjusted my attitude. “Okay,” I said after a moment, “what’re the new rules? Anything goes?”

“More or less.”

“So it’s all right to have sex again?”

“I was hoping to. That is, if you’re in the mood.”

My grin was answer enough.

“As far as the rules go,” she continued, “we need to keep things all in the family, so to speak.”

“Duh. But why now? Why not back when I turned eighteen?” I suspected the answer but wasn’t sure.

“That’s a longer story,” she said.

“I have time.” I parked in the driveway and turned off the engine. We unfastened our seatbelts, but neither of us made a move to get out.

“Mostly because of Erin.”

“Oh, boy… what’d she do?”

“No, it’s for a good reason,” Mom said. “You know we’ve been getting along better—”

I nodded.

“—since Kara’s wedding and that disastrous night at the club.”

I vividly remembered. Erin had gone to a local hotspot with Leah and Mark after the wedding reception. Things had not gone well, and they’d almost been arrested. The police had scared them more than anything, but Erin had gained a visceral appreciation for our parents and the safety net they provided. It was almost like someone had flipped a switch: her relationship with Mom had improved overnight. Literally.

“And even since Christmas,” Mom continued. “I think she realizes she’ll be on her own soon. It’s like she’s saving up for when she moves out, not money but memories. She’s always been more of a planner than you were. Not that you aren’t now,” she added quickly, “but you weren’t always. You used to just do something and worry about the consequences later.”

“Not anymore,” I chuckled. “Too many of my own dumb, impulsive decisions came back to bite me in the ass.”

“And you learned from them. That’s what grown-ups do. And what Erin’s been showing signs of lately.”

“Had to happen sooner or later.”

“Could’ve been sooner,” Mom griped. “But yes, it had to happen eventually. Although… I’m really not giving her enough credit. We started having grown-up conversations last summer, before she went on the cruise with Grandma and Grandpa. Then the thing at the nightclub happened. And finally, when you gave her your bedroom. I think moving her things made her start thinking about what happens when she moves out herself.

“It’s obvious now, in hindsight,” she continued, “but I didn’t see the signs at the time. These days she’s a pleasure to be around.” She smiled to herself and gathered her thoughts. “Anyway, you asked about why now. Well, because of something Erin said.”

“An actual grown-up conversation and everything?” I teased.

“I don’t think you understand just how difficult she was to live with,” she said peevishly. “For several years.”

“You probably weren’t a joy either, Mom. From Erin’s perspective, I mean. It takes two to tango.”

“I know,” she snapped. Then she flicked something invisible from her jeans. “You’re probably right,” she said at last. “No, I know you are. I started treating Erin more like a grown-up and she started acting like it. I don’t know which came first, but things sort of snowballed. Although… funny I should mention snow. We had a big discussion about the family rules over New Year’s, while we were skiing in Utah.”

“Ah, right. That makes sense. Big family orgy. Erin would want to participate.”

“Something like that,” she said semi-evasively. Then she plowed ahead, “She laid out all the reasons why the current rules don’t make sense anymore. She basically said they’re arbitrary and unnecessary. She made a fairly compelling argument. You know she wants to be a lawyer?”

“She’s mentioned it before, but I didn’t know how serious she was. I know she did Mock Trial in the fall.”

Mom nodded. “Her team won the district. She was lead counsel for the defense. She was… impressive.”

“I’m not surprised. She has Dad’s logic and reasoning skills and your intuition and people skills.”

“She does. And she put them all to good use when she talked to me about the rules.”

“I can imagine. So, what did you tell her?”

“That I’d think about it.”

“I bet that went over well,” I said with a touch of sarcasm.

“Believe it or not, it did. Yeah, I know,” she said to my reaction, “it surprised the hell outta me too! But that’s when I knew she was serious, not just trying to manipulate me for her own benefit. So your dad and I started talking about it.

“He knows about you and me,” she continued, “and some of my fantasies. I know about him and Erin and some of his. He has an itch he needs to scratch, which I completely understand. Erin is basically a younger version of me, only prettier and hornier.”

I scoffed. “Listen, I know you’re a little hung up about your age—”

She looked away but didn’t try to deny it.

“Don’t be.”

“I know. It’s just something I’m going through. That’s part of the reason I agreed to change the rules in the first place.”

“Oh?”

“I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but… I wanted to see if you still had the hots for me, if I could still attract a younger man.”

“You definitely can. But you know that sex isn’t physical; it’s mental. And it’s the taboo for you and me. Yeah, I’m physically attracted to you—I couldn’t get it up if I weren’t—but I really like the idea of breaking the rules. Society’s rules, I mean.”

“That’s the excitement for me too. I think you’re handsome, obviously, but it’s all so… illicit with you.”

“You and your words,” I chuckled. “I get that from you, you know?”

She smiled. “I know.”

“But yeah, it’s illicit. And that’s what makes it fun. Speaking of which…”

Her eyebrows rose.

“What would the neighbors say if they knew what we were up to?” The nearest house was dark, and none of the others on the street were close enough to see us.

“Oh?” she said with a grin. “You have something in mind?”

“You know. Our favorite pastime.” I unzipped my jeans and carefully withdrew my penis. It was soft but rapidly swelled as my thoughts turned to what we were about to do.

“What would they say if they knew I was about to blow my son, you mean?”

“Exactly, a taboo blowjob in the driveway, where anyone might see!”

She rolled her eyes but lowered her head to my lap. She kissed and caressed my hard-on for a couple of minutes before she engulfed it slowly. Then she adjusted her angle and took me deeper.

I groaned as the head of my cock touched the back of her tongue. She took a deep breath through her nose. Slowly, exquisitely, she swallowed another inch, and my glans slid past the muscles in her throat. She opened wider and slid her mouth down my shaft.

When her nose finally touched my jeans, she pressed her face into my lap. I strained to force more of my rod into her mouth. She swallowed the last inch and closed her lips around the base. Then she moaned softly, and the vibration set off a wave of pleasure and desire. I rested my hand on the back of her head and closed my eyes to focus on the sensations radiating from my cock.

She moaned again and began to withdraw. Her lips caressed my length until the head popped free. She took a deep breath and plunged again. She paused and opened wider and forced my cock down her throat until she swallowed it completely.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, “that’s nice.”

She raised her head and stroked my entire length with her lips. “Mmm,” she said at the top, “I think so too.” She swallowed me again, all the way, and moaned to emphasize her point. Then she came up for air and concentrated on the tip of my shaft.

After a moment she took me deep again. Her mouth tightened around the base, and she bobbed a couple of times to stroke me with her lips and tongue. I closed my eyes as she enjoyed herself with several minutes of hot, wet, noisy suction. The pressure increased in my balls, and she felt my impending orgasm. She concentrated on the head as I began thrusting my hips at her.

My muscles tensed and I came with a groan. Semen erupted from my shaft in hot geysers. She swallowed it all and continued milking my cock long after I stopped shooting. Then she took me deep again. It was easier now that my penis had begun to soften. My breathing slowly returned to normal as she sucked my shrinking manhood. It flopped sideways like an exhausted eel when she finally sat up.

“That was nice,” I said.

“But what would the neighbors say?”

“That you’re the best mom in the world.”

“Ha! Somehow, I doubt it.”

“Eh, what do they know?”

“You’re good for my ego,” she said with a smile.

“And you’re good for my libido.”

“Mine too. But if we want to do anything else, we really should head inside.”

“What? You aren’t in the mood for sex in the back of a Land Cruiser?”

“No, but thank you. Let’s go.”