Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 12

I returned later with the Chinese food, only to find my parents in a sixty-nine on the couch.

I watched as she took his cock into the back of her throat and then kept going. Part of me still couldn’t believe that she could deep throat his entire length. True, he wasn’t John Holmes, but he was pretty big. Then again, she’d had a lot of practice and clearly enjoyed it.

I set the food on the kitchen counter and cleared my throat. “Is this a private party?”

Mom didn’t stop sucking, but Dad looked at me from between her thighs.

“No, come on.” He patted her flank. “Hop off, babe.”

He sat up and gestured for her to kneel between his legs. “We started without you,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind. She was telling me about yesterday and one thing led to another.”

“I wasn’t very hungry anyway,” I said. “We had a late lunch.”

I casually shed my clothes and tried not to laugh at the surreal situation. Not many people ever see their parents have sex, much less join them. But we were consenting adults and weren’t hurting anyone. Besides, our private lives were just that, private and ours.

I knelt behind Mom and rested a hand on her bare ass. Then I reached between her legs and felt her pussy. She was already soaked, no surprise, so I used my lubricated finger to tease her clit. She groaned around Dad’s cock.

I stroked myself a couple of times and then aimed my cock at her opening. The head slid into her easily. She sighed as my girth spread her open. My hips met her soft ass, and I held her waist to steady myself. Then I began thrusting slowly, more rocking my hips than anything. My shaft moved an inch or two back and forth.

“Never thought I’d see that,” Dad said with a grin. “Pretty hot, huh?”

I nodded.

He must have been feeling philosophical—I could relate—because he said, “Son, if you ever find a woman like your mom, grab her and never let go. I mean it.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

“Seriously,” he went on, “she’s smart, funny, beautiful, and sexy. She cooks and cleans and does everything else to keep the home fires burning. She raised two pretty good kids and did it all while I was deployed or training or on the road. She lets me live out my fantasies and has some pretty kinky ones of her own.” He gestured to where I was buried deep inside her from behind. (I’d stopped thrusting when he’d started his monologue.)

“She gives head like a pro, can deep throat, and swallows. She likes women and other men, and everything from a quickie to a full-blown orgy. I mean, what more could a guy ask for? Seriously, Paul, your mom’s a great gal. The best!”

“Flattery will get you everything,” she said before she swallowed him again.

“See what I mean?”

She took him deep.

“Fuckin’ ay, Beth,” he grunted, “that feels awesome. You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” He looked at me. “Oh, and before I forget… Don’t come inside her, if you don’t mind. Shoot on her ass or in her mouth.”

“No problem.”

“I want to go down on her again,” he explained. “I don’t mind a little pre-come, but I’m not a fan of tasting another guy’s spunk.”

“Me neither. It’s kinda funny, though,” I added. “I don’t mind another guy’s come if I get a little on me.”

“Friendly fire,” he said with a grin.

“Right. And I don’t mind tasting my own if I kiss a girl after she swallows. But eating another guy’s come?” I screwed up my face. “No thanks.”

“Weird, isn’t it? Why you like some things and not others.”

“True.”

“Most guys would go apeshit if another guy fucked their wife or girlfriend, but I always thought it was hot.”

“Me too.”

“And most people, even swingers, wouldn’t dream of doing this.” He gestured at the two of us, with Mom in between.

“Which is… what?” she asked tartly. “A tête-à-tête in the middle of sex?”

He grinned, unrepentant. “Yes, dear.”

“Now, if you two are done…?” she prompted. She tried to sound annoyed, but we both heard the eagerness in her voice. “Do you mind getting on with it?”

“Oh?” Dad asked mildly. “What’s that?”

“Father-son bonding?” I suggested with a smirk.

“How about father-son pounding?” Mom said over her shoulder.

“Aye, aye, ma’am.” He glanced at me. “Hey, let’s switch positions.”

“Sure.” I settled on the couch a moment later, while he knelt behind her and spread saliva and pre-come over the head of his cock. He pushed an inch or two into her and gripped her hips. Then he sank balls-deep with a soft grunt.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much.” She grinned up at me. “He gets distracted in his old age, so I have to keep him focused.”

“I’ll show you distracted.” He began pounding her.

She rocked forward and held on to my erection for dear life. Her breath came in short gasps as slapping noises filled the room. Dad slowed a bit but continued pounding her. Shock waves rippled through her ass, and she cried out each time he slammed into her.

“How’s— that— for— focused?”

“I take it back!” she gasped.

He grinned and slowed to a more sedate pace.

Mom eventually caught her breath and stroked my cock. “Much better,” she said. “Now, my good man,” she added to me, “welcome to Lady Beth’s House of Carnal Delight.”

I raised an amused eyebrow.

“Would you like the usual, a blowjob?”

“Um… sure,” I laughed.

“The House Special or something more exotic?”

“The House Special is probably fine.”

“Excellent choice, fine sir. One House Special Blowjob, coming up.”

“I love it when she does Lady Beth,” Dad said with a chuckle.

She ignored us and began sucking my cock.

“One of your regular fantasies?”

He shrugged. “Variety. Spice o’ life.”

“Ain’t it, though,” I managed.

The conversation died at that point. Dad concentrated on fucking her, while I tried not to come too soon. She used one hand to stroke my shaft while she massaged my balls with the other. She tightened her lips as she bobbed rapidly.

I managed to hold out for nearly five minutes. I wanted to hold out forever—it felt that good—but I finally gave in when she began moaning as her own pleasure mounted. I held her head and felt the beginnings of a major eruption. My muscles tensed a moment later, and a jolt of pleasure surged through my whole body.

Mom jerked in surprise at the force of my orgasm, but she kept sucking and stroking until the spasms slowed and eventually stopped. I sagged against the cushions with post-orgasmic lethargy.

Dad continued fucking her from behind. He continued for another minute or two before he pulled out. He swatted her ass and stood. She sat up and turned to face him. Her mouth captured his cock and then she dipped a hand between her legs to play with herself.

Dad came a moment later and filled her mouth. She swallowed and continued sucking as his dick slowly grew soft. Her fingers vibrated over her clit until she tensed with her own orgasm. It was quick and intense, and she sat back afterward to catch her breath.

“So,” Dad said, “who’s ready for Chinese?”