Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 11

We spent the rest of the morning doing regular things around the house. We also cleared the houseplants out of my shower and cleaned up the artfully contrived “mess” of potting soil.

“Did you even replant these?” I said as we moved them to their usual spots.

“Some of them, yes. But a few days ago. These were pure subterfuge.”

“I thought so,” I laughed. “But hey, they did their job.”

We spent some time in the garage, cleaning up the real mess from the bags of mulch. We also moved the flats of pansies to a storage shelf by the door to the backyard.

“Anything else we need to do?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Now we wait… and try not to fool around in the meantime.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m horny as hell. I can’t stop thinking about when your dad gets home. But I don’t want to wear ourselves out before then.”

We puttered around the garage for another few minutes.

“Okay,” she said at last, “I’m going crazy.”

“What time does he get home?”

“He lands at 3:12, but he won’t be home for at least an hour after that.”

“All right. So, what do you want to do for”—I looked at my watch—“the next five hours?”

“I’ll explode if I have to wait that long.”

I nodded.

“I know, let’s go shopping.”

“Okay, sure.”

We went to Lenox Square Mall and did more window shopping than anything, although I bought myself a couple of new shirts and ties. We ate lunch and chatted about mundane things before we meandered around the mall again. She bought a few things for the house and I splurged on a present for Christy, a pair of aquamarine earrings that matched her eyes. (Okay, maybe I was feeling guilty).

I checked my watch as we left the jewelry store.

Mom saw the gesture and did the same. “Two thirty! Oh my God, we have to go!”

We made it home before three, but Mom still rushed into the house and disappeared into her bedroom. When she emerged about an hour later, she looked like something out of a magazine. She’d curled and styled her hair and wore more makeup than usual, but the effect was sexy instead of garish.

Her outfit was the real surprise: a sexy flight attendant’s uniform. The blazer accentuated her curves, while the skirt barely reached the tops of her thighs. She wore a shelf bra that exposed her nipples through the sheer blouse, and she’d rounded out the costume with a garter belt, stockings, and fuck-me heels.

“Wow,” I said at last. “Just… wow.”

“Do I look okay?”

“You look amazing!”

She glanced at her watch and then looked panicked. “Will you put some beer in the fridge? I forgot.”

“Relax, Mom. Dad isn’t going to complain about warm beer. Not when he sees you like that.”

“Do I really look okay?”

“Look at it this way, if he’s a few minutes late, you won’t have to worry about your outfit.”

She wasn’t paying attention and didn’t catch my meaning. Her brow furrowed. “Why not?”

“Because it’ll be on the floor and I’ll be fucking you.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. Then she touched my cheek and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs demurely, but I caught a flash of light brown bush and pink lips as she did.

We made small talk as we waited, but she wasn’t really paying attention. The minutes ticked by, and she checked her watch again at four thirty. I didn’t think she’d make it to five o’clock, but she did, although she jumped when the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Paul, it’s your dad. Is your mom there? Never mind. Of course she is. Just tell her that we landed okay. Bad thunderstorms from here to the Midwest. We’re just getting the edge of it. Tennessee and Kentucky are getting hammered. But we’re down safe, and I’ll be home in about an hour.”

“Okay. I’ll tell her.”

We said goodbye and I relayed the message.

Mom relaxed visibly. “I hate the weather,” she said after a moment. “I never worry about anything else, not even other women. But the weather…” She stared out the window at the steady downpour and said absently, “At least it isn’t the North Vietnamese.” She took a deep breath and managed a smile.

We watched TV for a while and finally heard the sound of the garage door about six thirty. Mom leapt to her feet and checked her outfit.

“You look great,” I said. Then I smoothed my own shirt and khakis. I wasn’t trying to make the same impression that she was, but I wanted to look nice for my father.

He appeared in the kitchen a minute later. He’d ditched his raincoat in the garage, but his suitcase and bulky Jepps case were both wet. He set the bags on the linoleum and took off his peaked uniform cap.

“Hi,” he said to Mom, who rushed into his arms like a scene from a movie.

“I was so worried,” she said as she hugged him tight.

“Piece o’ cake,” he said. “Just a little rain.” He nodded a greeting over her head, and I returned it before he shifted his attention back to her. “Let me take a look at you.” He held her at arm’s length and made a point of admiring her. Then he reached into her blazer and traced a finger over her nipple.

“You’ve been home five minutes,” she said, “and that’s all you can think about?”

“What’ve you been thinking about?”

“If you were okay!”

He laughed and lifted her chin. “Who’s the best pilot you know?”

“You.”

“See? Besides, nothing’s going to happen to me. Not with you to come home to. Seriously, babe, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He chuckled. “And other parts.”

She rolled her eyes, but his attitude was infectious.

“But first,” he said, “what’s a guy have to do to get a cold beer around here?”

Mom jumped as though she’d been pinched. “Damn! I forgot again!” She fetched one from the fridge.

He popped the top and took a long pull. “That’s nice. Now, how’s about some hot action?” He set the beer on the counter and made a show of unzipping his fly. “After all, we know where this is going to end up.”

Mom tried to look demure but couldn’t manage it. Instead, she almost vibrated with desire and sexual tension. She’d been worried about him, true, but now he was home safe, and she’d been horny all day.

“Well,” she said at last, “if you insist.”

“That’s more like it.”

She reached into his trousers for his dick. It was already semi-hard when she pulled it out, and it quickly reached full length as she stroked it. She lifted her face for a kiss and leaned into him as he groped her breast. They separated after a breathless moment, and he gently pushed her to her knees.

She began teasing him but was too excited to hold back for long. He rested his hand on the back of her head as she sucked him deep. Then he gestured for me to join them. I suddenly felt a little awkward, although I couldn’t decide why.

“Help me out, son,” he said, more insistently. “Seriously. I’m gonna come if she keeps this up, and I’m not ready yet.”

Mom stopped sucking long enough to look over her shoulder. Our eyes met, and hers filled with heat and desire. “Mmm, my favorite men at the same time.”

Who was I to refuse? I stepped forward, opened my fly, and carefully extracted my erection.

Mom stroked it and pulled me closer. She took turns sucking us for a couple of minutes. Then she unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. She grasped his briefs and carefully pulled them over his erection. His dick looked even bigger than I remembered. She kissed the tip and then smiled up at him.

“I love a man with his pants around his ankles. He can’t run away.”

She did the same to me, including the kiss at the end.

“That’s new,” Dad said as he surveyed my pubic area.

“Christy’s idea. I kinda like it.”

“Don’t you feel a bit… naked? Or, I dunno, like a kid?”

“Have you ever seen a kid with a cock like his?” Mom asked.

“I guess not,” he admitted. “Still… seems kinda weird.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” I said.

“I don’t think so. I’m a man, remember? No offense,” he added hastily.

“None taken,” I said, although I was privately grateful that I’d gotten my notions of equality from Mom and Susan. Dad could be a bit old-fashioned, obviously, even if he wasn’t in the same league as the Moral Majority or the fossils at camp.

“Can we get back to blowjobs?” Mom said tartly. She didn’t give him time to answer, and he grunted softly as she engulfed his cock. She bobbed a couple of times but eventually buried her nose in his dark pubic hair.

“God, that’s good,” he said. “My little blonde sucking machine.”

“’M not a machine,” she said as she released him and took a breath. She immediately swallowed him again.

“You’re sort of little. You’re definitely blonde. And you’re sucking.”

“Mmm hmm,” she agreed as she pulled back. She let his dick pop free. “But I’m a flesh-and-blood woman.”

“Right. So, is ‘expert cocksucker’ okay?”

“Of course.” She turned to me and swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock. Then she took me into her mouth. She bobbed a couple of times before she swallowed me to the root. She held there for a long time before she came up for air. After a deep breath she told him, “You know I hate that LBFM thing. It’s demeaning.”

“Yes, dear,” he agreed, faux-contritely. He winked at me. “Sorry I mentioned it.”

I had no idea what they were talking about, but I didn’t ask.

“You’re not the least bit sorry,” she told him as she tongued and kissed my shaft. Then she switched to his and said, “Lucky for you that I love your cock.”

“Lucky for me,” he agreed. “Lucky, indeed.” He closed his eyes and held her head as she slowly bobbed on the end of his shaft.

She switched between us several times, and we both lasted longer because of it, but neither of us could hold out forever. Dad eventually groaned and held her head as he filled her mouth. She kept sucking long after he stopped shooting. When she finally released his limp penis, he leaned against the counter with a sigh.

Mom turned to me and put her hands on my hips. She drew me close and flicked her tongue against the underside of my glans. I shivered and tried to force my cock into her mouth. She teased me for a minute or two before she finally started sucking in earnest. She knew I wouldn’t last long, so she concentrated on the head.

After several blissful minutes I rewarded her with a load of semen. She swallowed and kept sucking until my orgasm subsided. Then she wiped the corners of her mouth and looked up at us.

“My turn, gentlemen.”

Dad helped her to her feet and immediately lifted her to the counter. Her short skirt slid up her hips when he grasped one ankle and spread her legs. Her shaved labia were swollen with desire and already shiny with moisture.

Dad took his time examining her new bush before he ran a finger along her smooth slit. Her lips parted, and he teased her clit until it hardened into a pink button. Then he buried his finger to the second knuckle. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she breathed deep through her nose.

I felt like a third wheel, so I kicked off my shoes and left my pants in a pile on the floor. Dad knelt between Mom’s spread legs and began licking her pussy. I slid past him and around the peninsula. She opened her eyes when she sensed me. I opened her uniform blazer and then unbuttoned the sheer blouse. Her shelf bra left her breasts completely exposed, so I tweaked one thick nipple.

She writhed on the counter, assaulted from two directions by two men. Dad was busy sucking her clit, so I did the same to her nipples. Her breathing grew shallow and ragged. I started biting and twisting. Dad thrust two fingers into her, and she came with an explosive release of tension.

We kept licking and sucking, and she came again after ten minutes. The second climax was longer and stronger, and she cried out with a rising moan of ecstasy. All of a sudden she pushed us away and clamped her legs shut. She breathed hard and twitched from the aftershocks. Dad and I looked at each other with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. He absentmindedly wiped his face clean of her juices.

“You all right, babe?” he said at last.

She nodded and tried to catch her breath. “Just give me… a minute.” She shuddered again with the force of another aftershock. “God… that was a really big one.” She tried to smile but closed her eyes and trembled. “It’s still… going.”

Dad and I shared a grin.

His stomach broke the mood with a surprisingly loud growl.

Mom started giggling, in fits and starts at first, but then with full-throated laughter. I didn’t think it was that funny, but her reaction was infectious. Dad joined in a moment later.

“Hey,” he said when he eventually calmed down, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and that was twelve hours ago.”

“It’s all right,” Mom said from the counter. She smoothed her skirt into place and pulled her blazer closed as she sat up. She looked more presentable but still radiated a freshly fucked glow. “Do you want me to fix dinner?”

“Not really. I want Chinese.”

“Takeout?”

“Well, yeah.”

I volunteered to pick it up.

The mood quickly turned domestic as Dad reached for his wallet from his discarded trousers. He handed me fifty dollars. He called the restaurant and placed what sounded like a regular order for the two of them. Then he looked at me expectantly.

“Anything,” I said with a shrug. “Surprise me.”

“Szechuan chicken,” he told the person on the other end of the line. Then he nodded. “An order of egg rolls too. Oh, and steamed dumplings. The name’s Hughes. Twenty minutes? Okay, thanks.”

“Hungry?” Mom teased when he hung up.

“Starving.” He helped her off the counter and suddenly kissed her. “God, I missed you!”