Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 15

I couldn’t fall asleep, so I tossed and turned until I finally gave up. I thought about jerking off, if only to distract myself, but decided against it. I reached for the bedside light instead, and was sitting up and reading when I heard a sound at my door sometime later.

“C’mon in,” I said. “I’m still awake.”

Mom opened the door. “Am I that predictable?”

“Not really. But, I mean, who else is going to check on me in the middle of the night?”

“I saw your light on.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” I said without elaborating.

She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. Her hair was damp from the shower, and she wore her pink robe but hadn’t belted it closed.

“You too?” I said.

“Mmm hmm.” She gestured at the bed beside me. “D’you mind…?”

“No, have a seat.” I scooted aside to give her room. “Lemme guess, you were horny. I dunno who’s worse,” I added with a laugh, “you or Dad.”

“How do you mean?”

“Your sex drive. I used to think I got it from him, but now I’m starting to think it was you.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Having a mom who’s a total horndog? No, not really. Especially when she’s decided it’s okay to fool around with her son. That is why you’re here, isn’t it? A midnight blowjob?”

“Yes, damn you,” she laughed.

“And Dad wasn’t interested?”

“I didn’t want to wake him. Besides, I thought you and I could have a last hurrah. We may never get to do this again.”

“Oh, I think we will.”

“So you’re going to keep it secret? From Christy, I mean.”

My brow furrowed. “No, I’m going to tell her.”

“Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted, “but I trust her.”

“That’s a lot of trust.”

“The same as you and Dad.”

“Touché.”

“So…,” I said into the ensuing silence, “did you come here to talk or suck?”

“Ha! Aren’t you direct!”

“Well, you went to all the trouble,” I said. “The best laid plans— Sorry, the best laid schemes…”

“Do you wanna get laid or not?” she shot back.

“For the record, I love this kind of wordplay.”

“It’s almost like foreplay.” She stood and let the robe fall to the floor, so I took the hint and admired her body. Then I flipped the covers back and revealed my nascent erection.

“He certainly thinks so,” I said.

Mom slid into bed beside me and got comfortable. Her hand immediately found my cock and began stroking. “What does Christy think?”

“About my cock? Or the wordplay?”

“The latter. You wouldn’t be with her if she didn’t love the former.”

“True, but she loves the wordplay too. She… gets me. My sense of humor, my moods, everything.”

“Is she as horny as me too?”

“Maybe more!”

“Uh-oh. You might be in trouble.”

“You can say that again.”

“You might be in trouble.”

“I deserved that,” I said dryly.

“But,” she said after a moment, “can Christy do this?” She swallowed half my length, paused, and then took me into the back of her throat. A moment later she closed her lips around the base of my shaft.

“Oh, God,” I gasped as pleasure exploded behind my eyes. “No… she can’t.”

Mom sucked gently and caressed me with her tongue as she pulled back. “My throat’s going to be sore tomorrow,” she said, “but it’s worth it.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like deep throat.”

“Christy needs to learn,” I said. “Maybe you can give her some pointers.”

“Seriously?”

“Mmm hmm. And maybe a demonstration sometime.”

“You think she’d like that?” She kissed and licked while she waited for an answer.

“Yeah, I think so. She likes to watch.”

“Then I’d better practice if I’m going to put on a show.” She suited action to words and swallowed me to the root again.

I clutched the sheets as her mouth and throat caressed my length. We fell silent at that point, and I lost track of time as she expertly coaxed a load from my balls. She moaned and swallowed when I unloaded in her mouth.

“Keep sucking,” I said as I caught my breath. “Don’t let me go soft. I wanna fuck you.”

She massaged my balls and lowered her mouth to my semi-hard shaft. My dick eventually returned to its former glory, and she straddled my hips. She set the tip of my cock at her opening and sank onto it with a groan of her own. I ran my hands up her torso and cupped her soft, generous breasts.

“God, these’re nice.”

“You’re as bad as your father.”

“As bad or as good?” I said as I began moving my hips.

She closed her eyes and her nostrils flared as my dick moved inside her. After a moment she leaned forward and braced her hands on my shoulders. I played with her nipples while I fucked her slowly.

“It isn’t just the taboo,” she said eventually. “That feels nice.”

“Mmm, it does.”

“You’re going to make me come.”

“That’s my goal.”

“Somebody raised you right.”

“Who could that be?” I shot back with a grin.

“I don’t know, but I’ll have to thank her.” She fell silent and enjoyed the sensations building deep inside her.

Her pussy grew wetter as her orgasm approached. Her chest and neck flushed with heat, and she began rocking in time with my thrusts. I wasn’t in danger of coming any time soon, so I concentrated on her pleasure until she sat back hard and cried out in ecstasy. I held her hips and forced another half-inch inside her. She gasped and shuddered and eventually collapsed on top of me. I held her as the pleasure faded and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“You’ll have to talk to the woman who raised me,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Turns out I’m a motherfucker.”

She snorted a laugh and slowly pushed herself upright. “Better than a son of a bitch.”

“True.”

She shook her head in amusement and then turned serious. “Where do you want to finish? Inside me or in my mouth?”

“I’m fine with either. Which do you want?”

She thought for a moment. “Inside me, I think. Go out with a bang, so to speak.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“Why’re you grinning?”

“’Cause you aren’t Wren.”

“Oh?”

“Long story,” I said. “Some other time.” I patted her hip. “On your back.”

She rolled over and I climbed between her legs. Her pussy was shiny with juices and swollen from the pounding I’d already given her. I set my cock at her opening and slid into her easily. She held my sides and sighed when I hit bottom.

I fucked her slowly, languidly, and watched her breasts bounce as my hips met hers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it as much as I did. After several minutes she urged me on with her body, and my tempo gradually increased until I buried my cock and unleashed a flood of semen deep inside her. Then I held myself above her and enjoyed the warmth spreading outward from my groin.

“That was nice,” I said at last.

“Mmm.”

“We’ll have to do it again sometime. Maybe with Susan.”

“Can you handle two horny, middle-aged women?”

“That depends,” I laughed.

“On what?”

“Before or after I take on the two of you?”

The End