Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 13

“We flew through some pretty rough weather today,” Dad said after dinner. “Big line of thunderstorms, from the Gulf to the Great Lakes. Atlanta had wind shear bad enough that they closed the airport for a while. ATC had us stacked up in a holding pattern about thirty miles south. Us and a dozen other flights, with more arriving every few minutes.

“Anyway,” he went on, “there we were, orbiting and waiting for a break in the weather. Then a voice comes over the radio, no callsign or anything.” He did his best to imitate a British accent, “‘I say, chaps, I don’t mean to sound impatient, but we’ve been in this bloody pattern a long time. If you don’t mind, we’ll just engage the autopilot and step out for a spot of tea. Back in a bit.’”

He laughed. “The controller was not amused. He figured it was this Speedbird heavy, so he threatened ’em with an incident report. Then someone did a John Wayne accent and said, ‘I dunno, pilgrim. It coulda been them Eastern guys.’”

I snorted.

“Eastern said not to drag them into it, that it was probably Delta. I said it couldn’t’ve been us, we were too busy with the flight attendants. The senior controller told everyone to pipe down, they’d land us as quick as they could when they reopened the airport.” He laughed again. “Poor guy sounded so frustrated that we cut him some slack.”

“All this in the middle of a thunderstorm?” Mom asked.

“Well, yeah. That’s what makes it so funny.”

“You’re crazy. You know that, right?”

“What can I say? I love my job.” He chuckled, but then his attitude changed. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m think I’m gonna get out of the ’27.”

“Why?” I asked.

“For starters, the cockpit is loud as hell. We wear earplugs and have to shout above 300 knots. It’s underpowered, a real pig during climb-out. And it’s a bitch to land smoothly. You can get a good one every once in a while, but you’re lucky if you get two in a row. You’re a liar if you get three. I could probably live with all that stuff, though. The real problem is crew scheduling.

“I’m not senior enough to hold the best lines, and they work us like dogs on the short routes. Sixteen-hour days,” he added bitterly. “Twenty-plus if we have four legs or more. And the layovers suck, ’cause it’s always some Podunk town with one airport hotel and two restaurants.”

Mom nodded. “All right, then what’re you going to do?”

“I’m thinking about going back to the L-1011. The lines are better and it’s less hassle. I’ll have to fly as a First Officer again, but I’m a lot more senior than when I hired on. I can hold a good line, and it’s a lot better than being junior in the left seat.”

“Whatever you want to do,” Mom agreed with a nod.

“Well, the Lockheed gets the European routes too.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Mmm hmm. London and Frankfurt.”

“Paris?”

“Not until next year, but yeah. And Honolulu by the end of this year.”

“We could go to Hawaii?”

“If I transfer now, sure.”

“Sounds good to me.” She grinned at him. “But… how much does your decision have to do with the flight attendants?”

“How so?”

“There are a lot more on an L-1011. What, seven or eight?”

“Ten, actually. But that’s not why I want to transfer.”

“You’re so full of it,” she teased. “And I’m sure the timing had nothing to do with going two whole days without nookie.”

“More like three,” he grumbled.

“Weren’t there any friendly flight attendants?”

“The senior one and another were Married Square types. The younger ones were cute, but one had just gotten engaged, and the other was a Bride of Christ.”

Mom chuckled. “Just because you couldn’t get anywhere doesn’t make her a nun.”

“I swear, Beth, she crossed herself, prayed before meals, the whole kit and caboodle.”

“I gotta agree with Dad on this one,” I said. “I’ve never had any luck with religious girls.”

“Christy’s religious,” Mom countered.

“And rational about it.”

“See?” Dad said. “This girl was married to her Bible. The Holy Spirit wasn’t gettin’ into her panties.”

“Aw, you poor thing,” Mom teased. “You had to take care of yourself the whole time?”

“Well, I had my wife to think about. And her kinky fantasies.”

“They’re not kinky. They’re just… different. Besides, you have the same ones!”

He flicked a questioning glance at me.

“He knows about you and Erin,” she said.

“Was he surprised?”

“Are you kidding? I told you, Paul figures things out. Besides, she wants to do it with him too.”

“Seriously?”

“God, yes. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

“I guess not. I mean, that’s always been your department, who the kids’re sleeping with.”

“You were pretty interested when Paul was dating Gina and Kendall.”

“Well, yeah. I hate to admit it, but I was a little jealous.”

“Jealous, huh?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve slept with two women at a time, but two girlfriends? Who knew about each other? That’s pretty impressive.”

“It was a lot harder than you think,” I said.

“I bet!”

“Not like that,” Mom chided.

“Yeah, I know,” Dad said after a moment. “I have trouble keeping one woman happy, much less two.”

“That’s a big fat lie. I’m very happy, thank you.” She made a show of studying her fingernails. “You let me do what I want. That makes me happy. It’s pretty simple.”

“Ha! See what I mean?”

“And speaking of what I want…,” she went on. “Have you had enough time to recover?”

“You’re insatiable, woman.”

“What can I say? I just love your big cock. But if you’re feeling too old, I’m sure Paul will, ahem, rise to the occasion.”

“There you go again with the ‘old’ crap,” he complained, albeit without heat. “I was bedding six women at a time when I was his age.”

“You were not,” she said with a laugh. “It was just me and you know it.”

“But it was six times a night. Same difference. And I can still do it.”

She snorted but then leveled a randy, challenging gaze. “Prove it.”

Dad looked at me and tried to appear long-suffering. “See what I have to deal with?”

“A smart, funny, beautiful, sexy woman? Who gives head like a pro, can deep throat, and swallows?”

His hands flew up, while Mom laughed with delight.

“Come on,” she said as she stood. Her tone was softer and more affectionate. “Here’s your chance to show the young stud what you can do.” She nodded at me. “You too, young stud.”

Dad stood and Mom pressed her body against him. She stroked his limp penis. “Ride me hard, baby, and put me away wet.”

I couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter.

“Yeah,” she agreed with a grimace, “still not sexy.”

“What are you talking about?” Dad said. “I thought it was sexy.”

She rolled her eyes but kissed him fondly. Then she used his dick to lead him around the couch. She reached for me and grabbed the obvious handle.

“Lead on, MacDuff,” he said.

“It’s ‘Lay on, MacDuff.’”

“Lay, lie, laid. Whatever works.”

Mom took her literature seriously—she’d been an English major, after all—so I tried to distract her with a pun.

“The best laid plans…,” I said with a grin.

“Schemes,” she said. “It’s ‘The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men…’”

“That’s nice, but”—I failed to hide a grin—“do you wanna get laid or not?”

“Whose fantasy is this?” she shot back.

“I think it’s all of ours.”

“Hell yeah!” Dad agreed. “Now move your sweet ass. You have two studs ready and rarin’ to go. Ride us hard and put us away wet!”

Mom and I shared a look and did our best not to laugh.

“It does sound better when he says it,” she admitted.

“Yeah, it does.”

She rose on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “You said something about going down on me again?”

“Sure, yeah. Get in there and spread ’em.”

We walked to the bedroom in a much better mood. Mom scooted to the center of the bed and gave Dad a scorching look as she lay back and deliberately spread her legs. Her pubic hair curled at the top of her slit, which parted to reveal her pink inner lips.

Dad grinned and dived in.

“Where am I in this fantasy of yours?” I asked.

“Up here.”

I knelt beside her, and she pulled my hard-on toward her mouth. She held my gaze and playfully kissed the tip. Then she began flicking it with her tongue. I returned the favor by teasing her nipples.

She eventually closed her eyes and began sucking. We continued like that for several minutes, until Dad pushed himself up and knelt between her thighs. He scooted forward and rubbed his cock through her channel. Then he pushed the head into her and eased forward.

“She always gets super wet when she gives head.” He grunted when he bottomed out. “Super hot too.”

“Tell me about it,” I agreed. Her mouth felt like a furnace around my shaft.

“It’s weird, but I like watching her do it,” he said. “It gets me worked up when she sucks another guy’s dick. Like now. I mean, I just started fucking her and I’m ready to explode.”

“I know the feeling.”

“And that’s another thing…,” he said a moment later. “I love all the words she uses to describe stuff. Most gals just call a penis ‘it’ or a ‘thing.’ But not Beth. She says ‘dick’ or ‘schlong’ or ‘trouser snake.’”

“I prefer ‘cock,’” she said, and resumed sucking mine.

“See what I mean? She even likes being called a cocksucker.”

“That’s ’cause I am,” she said. “I suck cock. I swallow come. I like it.” She proved it by taking my dick into the back of her throat.

I grunted. “Amen to that.”

“I forgot how big you are,” Dad said into the silence that followed. “Don’t get me wrong,” he added, “I’m packin’ a rocket in my pocket.” He grinned at something I didn’t understand. “But that’s the only thing I ever wished for: to be a little thicker.” He chuckled. “I’d trade an inch off the end for another inch around.”

“Don’t you dare,” Mom said. “I love your cock just the way it is.” She made a little frown. “I’d like it better if you were moving it, though.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am.” He began thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” She swallowed me again.

“Anyway,” Dad continued to me, “I’ve always been a little jealous of guys like you, who’re really thick. Crazy, I know. ’Specially ’cause I’m pretty damn big, if I do say so myself.”

“The grass is always greener,” I said. “I mean, I’ve always been jealous of you.”

“No kidding?”

“No kidding. But… I guess I’m happy with what I’ve got. The ladies seem to like it.”

“The shaving thing is weird, though.”

“I’m not doing it for you.”

“Well, I like it,” Mom said. “I don’t get hair in my mouth. Besides, it makes his schlong look even bigger.”

“Yeah, it does,” Dad agreed, “but I still don’t think it’s for me.”

“Then don’t do it.” She raised herself on her elbows. “And what is it with you two? All these long-winded conversations are driving me crazy.” She leveled an insistent gaze at him. “I want you to fuck me, not talk about it.”

He grinned and pulled out. “Can do. Roll over. On your hands and knees.”

“That’s more like it!”

He climbed off the bed to give us room, and I sat with the headboard at my back. My erection stood straight up, so I stroked it idly while Mom moved into position. Dad grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand drawer and then knelt behind her. He aimed his cock at her pussy and slid into her. Then he popped the top of the bottle and squirted clear liquid into the crack of her ass.

“Lube,” he said when he saw me watching.

I couldn’t imagine why he needed it, especially since his dick was already inside her. Then he started rubbing her asshole with his thumb, and my eyes widened in surprise. I didn’t think she liked anal, but she groaned and swallowed my cock with new enthusiasm.

Dad fucked her slowly from behind as he worked his thumb into her anus. After a couple of minutes, he added a bit more lube and continued his gentle massage. She moaned around my shaft and took me into her throat.

Behind her, Dad squirted more lube and pushed his thumb all the way in. He eventually withdrew it and slid his cock from her pussy as well. He patted her flank and backed away.

“Slide down,” he told me.

I scooted under her until I lay flat on my back. She straddled my hips and reached between us to steady my cock. She set it at her opening and slowly sat back. My shaft filled her completely, and she moaned as she began moving atop me. I took advantage of my position and played with her swaying breasts. Dad squirted more lube, which ran down the crack of her ass and dripped onto my balls.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

“It’s weird to hear you say that,” I said, “especially when you’re talking to me.”

He laughed and swung his leg over mine. “No kidding. But hey, that’s what I need.” He knelt behind Mom and probed her anus for another minute before he set his cock at her back door.

She groaned when he pushed into her. He took his time and slowly worked the head inside. Her face turned red as he stretched her sphincter. Then he started moving within her, an inch at a time.

I felt his cock through the thin wall that separated us. I enjoyed it, although a part of me recoiled at the thought. The moment passed quickly as another surge of pleasure reached my brain.

Mom whimpered and held my sides. Dad buried another inch and then paused to let her adjust. He eventually started moving again, thrusting slowly, until I felt his thighs touch mine. He gripped Mom’s hips and leaned over her back.

“Where’s my cock?” he whispered.

“Inside me,” she panted.

“Where inside you?”

She clenched her teeth. “My ass.”

“And what am I doing?”

“Asking too many questions.”

He grinned. “What am I doing with my cock?”

“Fucking my ass,” she said at last.

“That’s right. And who’s fucking your pussy?”

“Paul.”

“Yeah,” he agreed pleasantly. “You like fucking him, don’t you?”

The temperature in her pussy rose another degree or two. She nodded.

“And you like me in your ass.”

“Yes,” she hissed. Then she bit her lip against the pain. “Fuck… me.”

He moved slowly at first, careful not to hurt her, and she eventually began pushing back. He sped up, while I simply enjoyed the sensation of his cock moving within her.

“That’s it,” she said after a minute or two. “Harder.”

He gripped her hips and began fucking her for real. She gasped and cried out as he thrust into her. At first I thought he’d hurt her. But then she shuddered and pressed her face into my shoulder. I felt a rush of heat and moisture around my cock. Her pussy squeezed so hard that I had to clench my jaw to keep from crying out myself.

Dad felt her orgasm and buried his cock deep in her ass. His balls rested on mine and added another layer of weirdness and pleasure. Mom moaned as a second wave of ecstasy surged through her. She clutched me tight, her breasts mashed against my chest.

After several long, quivering moments, she went limp and panted from the force of release. Dad gently rubbed her back. Then he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

She flinched as his hard-on moved inside her. “Give me a minute,” she rasped. “Then you can finish.”

“Uh-uh. I’m good. I know you don’t like it after you come.” He braced himself and slowly withdrew his cock.

She closed her eyes against the pressure and then relaxed when it was gone.

“You did great, babe,” he said. “Be right back.” He stood, and his shiny cock led the way as he headed toward the bathroom.

“So I guess it’s not my turn next,” I joked to Mom.

“God, no!” She managed a weak laugh. “You’d tear me a new one.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I’m pretty happy right where I am.”

“Let me catch my breath and we can keep going.”

“No rush. Really.”

Dad returned from the bathroom with a washcloth. He cleaned her and then himself. The damp terrycloth brushed my scrotum, but he was careful not to touch me directly.

“Don’t worry,” he said to me, “I know what I’m doing. I used to change your diapers.”

“Very reassuring,” I said dryly.

“Okay,” he said a moment later, “ready to keep going?”

“Let’s take a break,” Mom suggested. “I need a breather.”

“No problem. You want a beer?”

“A glass of water would be nice.”

“Coming right up.” He glanced at me. “Beer? Water? Coke?”

“Coke, please.”

“Roger that.”

Mom slowly climbed off me, and my erection gave a wet slap as it rebounded from my stomach. She gingerly sat on the bed, but immediately shifted her weight.

“A little tender,” she said.

I nodded and then waited as long as I could before curiosity overwhelmed me. “I didn’t know you liked anal sex.”

“I don’t. Not really. It hurts… unless I’m really worked up. Like now. But I always come like gangbusters, so it’s a mixed bag.”

Dad returned and handed Mom a glass of ice water. Then he popped the top on a Coke and handed it to me. He opened his beer and drank deeply.

We made small talk as Mom recovered. Dad’s erection softened completely, and even mine started to flag by the time Mom gave me a “let’s go” wink and set her empty glass on the floor. Then she rose to all fours and crawled toward Dad. They began making out as she fondled his limp manhood.

I took the opportunity to move behind her. Her pussy was wet, so I scooted forward and stroked my cock. When I was hard enough, I lubricated the head with her juices and slid into her. She groaned and kissed her way down Dad’s chest. Then she took his cock in her mouth and began sucking gently.

I fucked her doggie style until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me.”

I nodded and began pounding away. The pressure mounted in my balls until I slammed into her and closed my eyes. Intense, white-hot pleasure exploded in my loins and spread outward. When it was over I collapsed against her and breathed hard through my nose to catch my breath.

“My turn,” Dad said cheerfully.

I nodded and pulled out.

Mom rolled to her back and spread her legs. He climbed between them as soon as I moved out of the way. He set his cock at her opening and plunged into her. Her breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. She twisted her own nipple and slid her other hand toward her pussy. She rubbed her clit as Dad pumped into her.

He didn’t last long. After less than a minute, he arched his back and buried himself as deep as he could. Then he groaned and filled her with seed. He held himself above her, immobile, as the fog of orgasm slowly cleared.

“You ready to finish?” he said at last.

“Already did.” She smiled up at him and stroked his cheek.

He nodded and sort of collapsed on top of her.

She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles together. They held each other as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

I felt a little self-conscious, like an interloper, but Mom must have sensed my discomfort. She reached over and clasped my hand.

Dad eventually found his strength and climbed off her. He looked more tired than I’d ever seen him. I glanced at the clock radio and did some quick math—he’d been awake for twenty-one hours, minimum, and working for most of it.

“Yeah,” he said when he saw my glance, “long day.”

“But worth it,” Mom said.

“Mmm hmm.” He took a deep breath and sat back. “The last part, at least. Still, I think I’m ready to call it a night.”