Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 6

I grabbed a Coke and held the cold can against my forehead. It felt good for a moment, but I wanted the liquid more than the cool, so I popped the top and drained half of it in one long pull. The fizzy cola bit the back of my throat, but I emptied the rest in a few gulps. Then I crushed the can and covered a belch. I took another from the fridge and drank more slowly.

I hadn’t bothered to put on clothes, since I was going to shower in a few minutes. I’d taken off my shoes and socks, though, and my feet were shockingly white below the grime on my legs. The rest of me was covered in a mixture of dirt, sweat, and sunscreen. Even my penis had a smudge of dirt on it, although I couldn’t remember touching it.

I replayed the afternoon and tried to decide if Mom had been flirting for real. Teasing was one thing—we’d both done plenty of that—but I kept telling myself I was reading too much into her innuendos and suggestions. Our family had long-established rules about no contact between parents and children, although Erin and I weren’t kids anymore. We were both grown-ups, and my mom knew it.

So, why was she flirting with me if she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—follow through? I pondered the question and then asked myself another: what if she wanted to change the rules? A fantasy was fun, but it didn’t affect anyone else. Reality could get messy. That had always been her main objection to us having sex: it would change our relationship.

But our relationship has changed, I reminded myself.

I’d been living on my own for a while. I still came home to visit, but that was all it was, a visit. I didn’t even think of it as “home” most of the time, especially since I didn’t have my own bedroom anymore. But while the sleeping arrangements had changed, our relationship hadn’t, and she was still my mother. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been flirting with me for real.

So, what if I were right? What then? Would I break the rules? Would she? Or would we just bend them? And if we did, how far would we go?

“This is crazy,” I said aloud. I was overthinking things, especially about something that probably wouldn’t happen anyway.

Still… what if it did?

“Yeah, right.” I laughed at my own wishful thinking.

After a moment I crumpled my empty can and threw it in the trash. Then I ducked into the guest bedroom to grab my toiletry kit before I headed to the back. The master bedroom door was open as well as the one to the bathroom.

Mom smiled when she saw me. She had a towel wrapped around her torso and another around her head. Part of me sighed with relief. If she really wanted to do more than flirt, she’d have been nude. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, although I shook it off and smiled in reply.

“My turn?” I said.

“Sure.” Her face and shoulders were still pink from the shower. “Although… you might want to wait for more hot water. I used it all. Sorry.”

“Christy does the same thing, so I’m used to it. Still, I don’t see how you can do it. Take such a hot shower, I mean, especially after being so hot outside.”

“Some like it hot.” Her eyes flashed before she motioned me in.

The bathroom wasn’t exactly small, but the entry was narrow enough that I had to be careful as I moved behind her. A single layer of terrycloth wasn’t enough to keep us honest if I brushed against her. I was already thinking about sex, and I felt like I might explode if I touched a soft, feminine body.

I tried to focus on the shower instead. The water was barely lukewarm, even with the tap turned all the way to hot. I couldn’t do anything about it, though, so I stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass door. I let the spray wash over me and tried to forget my earlier thoughts. After a moment I began to scrub away the dirt and grime. The water at my feet ran brown from my efforts.

I had to wash twice, but eventually decided that I was clean enough. Then I shook the can of shaving cream and squirted a dollop into my palm. I spread it around my penis and over my testicles. I shaved away the stubble and tested my work with my fingertips. On a whim I decided to shave again, just to be extra-smooth. Then I rinsed away the remnants of shaving cream, turned off the shower, and sluiced water down my arms and torso.

I tugged my limp manhood a couple of times and felt it fill with blood. I wanted to jerk off, but Mom was on the other side of the shower door. She couldn’t see clearly, but the motion would be obvious enough, so I reluctantly let go and slid the door open.

I grabbed the fresh towel from the hook by the door. I dried my face and hoped it wasn’t too obvious that I’d been playing with myself. I’d just started to dry the rest of my body when I realized that Mom wasn’t wearing either towel anymore. Her damp hair hung around her bare shoulders, but my eyes were drawn to the rest of her. Then I noticed the can of shaving cream on the counter and the razor in her hand.

She saw me look. “Just touching up,” she said. “You’re actually the first to see it.”

“What? You mean, Dad hasn’t…?”

“No.”

“I only decided to do it yesterday morning. It’s a lot of work, isn’t it?”

“It’s easier the more you do it. I hardly notice anymore. It’s just something I do.”

“Well, it still feels odd to me, but I’m getting used to it. I’m not sure I’m doing a good job, though.”

My eyebrows rose.

“I could use a second opinion.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, to tell me if it’s smooth enough.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” I said automatically.

“Well, I’m not. I want to do a good job. I have plenty of experience with Susan’s, but none on this side of the operation.”

My dick had gotten the message already, but my brain was struggling to process it.

“Someone thinks it’s a good idea,” Mom said.

I glanced down at my joint, which was already at half-mast. “He doesn’t understand the rules,” I said. “Besides, he thinks you’re asking us— me to check your… um… handiwork.”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking.”

My eyebrows tried to hit the ceiling.

“I really want your opinion,” she pressed.

“You’re serious. You want me to—?”

“Feel my pussy and tell me if I did a good job, yes.”

“Are you sure?” I asked through a suddenly dry throat. My hard-on didn’t have any doubts.

Mom grinned at my reaction and leaned back against the counter. Then she lifted a foot to her dressing stool. I watched her smooth labia part. My body moved on its own, and I shuffled toward her. She took my hand and deliberately placed my fingers on her pussy. She closed her eyes with a shiver of desire. When she opened them again, she gazed at me calmly.

We stood like that for a long moment, neither of us moving.

A dozen thoughts raced through my mind, but my dick only had one. I knew I should ignore it, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck her. She wanted it too, unless I’d misread every signal since breakfast.

My resistance lasted another heartbeat. Then I pressed my fingers into her shaved cleft. Her labia parted easily, and I felt heat and moisture on my fingertips. A lot of moisture. My erection strained toward her. She must have felt the tremors of my desire—she reached out and gripped me gently. Her fingers were soft and warm as she stroked my shaft.

“It’s bigger than I remember.” Her voice had gone husky with desire.

I cleared my own throat. “It’s been a while.”

“Mmm hmm. And now you’re a grown man.” Her eyes never left mine, but we both knew what she was talking about. “Full-grown.”

“Are you sure we should…?”

She used her free hand to press mine against her pussy. “You tell me.”

“I—” I moistened my mouth but couldn’t find any words.

She pulled me toward her. I didn’t resist. I lifted her to the counter instead. She spread her legs and set the tip of my cock at her channel. She pressed it up and in, and I felt the head penetrate. Then she wrapped one leg around me and urged me forward. My cock slid into her warm depths and kept going until my hips met her thighs.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, “that’s it.” Her eyes held mine. Neither of us moved for a long moment. Then she smiled. “Isn’t this what you wanted? What we both wanted?”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Mmm, good.” She closed her eyes, and her nostrils flared as she inhaled. “Now, fuck me.”

I gripped her thighs and began thrusting. She supported herself with an arm around my neck. She moaned softly each time I plowed into her and withdrew for another thrust. I picked up the tempo, and her breasts bounced in time with her gasps of pleasure.

Her pussy was the first I’d felt in months, as smooth and hot as I remembered. It gripped my shaft and caressed me with velvet heat. Her expression reflected my own lust, so I pounded into her with a renewed intensity.

“Come in my mouth,” she said breathlessly. “I want to taste you.”

I pulled out.

She immediately sank to her knees and began sucking. She gripped my shaft with one hand and caressed my balls with the other.

I came almost without warning. One moment I was still trying to hold back and the next I was crying out with the force of release. My entire body tensed as a geyser of semen coated her tongue. She sucked greedily and kept pumping my shaft as the next spurt filled her mouth. She swallowed a third and fourth before the spurts slowed to gushes.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I shuddered and had to brace myself with a hand on the counter. I slowly regained my equilibrium and looked down at my cock, to where my mother’s lips surrounded the thick shaft. She opened her eyes and gazed up at me. My dick softened a bit, but remained fairly hard as she planted kisses along its length.

She was clearly enjoying herself as she licked and sucked and nuzzled my scrotum. She grinned to herself and lavished attention on my smooth balls. I had to grip the counter to keep from falling. She eventually let me slip from her mouth. Then she delicately wiped semen and saliva from her lips.

“That was nice,” she said.

“No kidding.”

“My turn.”

“Oh?”

She stood and led me into the bedroom. I watched her ass move as she crawled onto the bed and lay on her back. She spread her legs and gave me a come-hither gesture. Her shaved labia glistened with moisture and arousal. Her inner lips protruded, plump with desire, as she spread her legs further.

A sudden realization hit me. “So that’s why you wanted me to come in your mouth.”

“Mmm hmm. I want you to eat my pussy…”

“Well, I do need to give it that inspection you asked for.”

Her eyes flashed with desire. “Indeed.”

I climbed between her legs and settled to my stomach.

“You also need a few minutes before you can come again. But first”—she ran her fingers through my hair—“I’ve been waiting for this for years.” She gently pulled my face toward her pussy.

I planted a couple of kisses and gently nuzzled her hooded clit. She’d done a good job with the razor, and I couldn’t feel any stubble. I said so, but she ignored me and put her hand on the back of my head. I began licking in earnest.

The tangy flavor of pussy filled my mouth, mixed with a hint of sweat and my own pre-come. I gently sucked her inner lips and flicked them with my tongue. She gasped and bucked her hips against me, trying to get more of my mouth on her pussy.

I palmed her buttocks to lift her toward me. Then I released her fleshy labia and teased her clit. The stiff little bead practically vibrated under my attention. Mom hissed and used her fingers to spread herself open. I took the hint and circled the pink pearl with my tongue.

I spent the next ten minutes between her legs, licking, sucking, and nuzzling her half-shaved pussy. When I felt her climax approaching, I concentrated on her clit and jammed two fingers inside her. She arched her back and came with a muffled scream and a rush of moisture. I rode out her spasms and kept licking until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

She pushed me away. “Fuck me,” she panted. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I knelt between her legs and teased her pussy with the head of my cock. “Do you remember the last time we were in this position?”

“How could I forget? I made you stop.”

“Uh-huh. Do you regret it?”

She shook her head.

“Seriously?”

“You were too young,” she said.

“So? I was pretty mature for my age.”

“No. Not like now.”

She was probably right, so I didn’t argue the point. I changed the subject instead. “For the record,” I said, “this is one of the main reasons I like a shaved pussy.”

“Which is…?”

“I like watching my dick spread it open, and it’s easier to see without all the hair.” I fitted my swollen glans to her pussy and gently pushed. The head of my cock disappeared into her well-lubricated opening. I thrust about halfway in and then pulled back so I could watch her inner lips cling to my shaft.

“See?” I said. “That’s awesome.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

I pushed into her again and watched her pussy stretch to accommodate my girth. This time I buried myself to the hilt, and made a mental snapshot of her smooth pussy lips as they gripped the equally smooth base of my cock. “I could watch this all day.”

“Please don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“I never should have introduced you to Susan.”

“Oh? Why?”

“She did this to you.”

“What?”

“Made you a tease.”

“What? You don’t like teasing?”

She shook her head.

“You want me to fuck you instead?”

She nodded.

I slammed into her.

She cried out and arched her back. “Yes!” she hissed. “Like that.”

I pulled back and plowed into her again.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Hard!”

I couldn’t resist one more tease. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Her pussy was even hotter and wetter than before, courtesy of my tongue. I enjoyed the sensations as my shaft slid into her and then hit bottom. I’d already had an orgasm, so I didn’t feel the need to rush toward another one. I pulled out and paused.

She gripped my ass with both hands. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Ride me hard and put me away wet.”

I snorted a laugh. I couldn’t help myself.

“Okay,” she admitted, “it sounded better in my head.”

“I bet.” Then I grinned. “You still want me to ‘ride you hard and put you away wet’?”

“For the love of God, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to screa—”

I buried my shaft in one powerful lunge. My hips pinned her to the bed. “Like that?”

She moistened her lips and nodded. “Just like that.”

I began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. “Have you been thinking about this since the last time?”

“God, yes.”

“Playing with yourself as you imagined what it’d be like?”

She nodded and gripped the bedspread.

“Is the real thing better?”

“So much better.” She arched her back. “Oh, God. Fuck me.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

She nodded and fell silent, except for soft moans as I buried my cock and then slid out for the next thrust.

I fell silent and concentrated on not coming too soon. I wanted her to feel every inch of what she’d been missing for all those years, so I focused on anything but how good her pussy felt. I gazed at her breasts as they bounced each time our hips met. I watched her face as it contorted with pleasure. I stared at her lips as she breathed and moaned with each thrust.

She came again, a little orgasm this time, and urged me to fuck her harder. I began pounding into her, driving her hips into the bed and making her breasts bounce. She panted with exertion and met each thrust. Her hands rested on my arms as she urged me toward my own orgasm.

“Come inside me,” she panted. “I want— to feel— you come.”

I answered with a groan of pleasure at the smooth, slippery heat of her pussy. Orgasmic pressure steadily grew within me, and I stopped trying to hold back. I buried myself as deep as I could, and the muscles in my back and butt strained with the effort to hold myself still.

White light erupted behind my eyes as I unleashed a torrent of semen. She felt it and cried out. Her own climax peaked a moment later. A wave of heat and moisture washed over my cock. I held still and felt the last pulsing gushes as I emptied my balls deep inside her.

Time had passed when I finally opened my eyes. I felt a small jolt of surprise and satisfaction when I realized that I’d just fucked my mother, and that my cock was slowly softening inside her.

I looked down to where our bodies met and joined. Then I let my gaze travel upward, slowly. My eyes lingered on her soft stomach before moving higher, to her breasts and stiff nipples. Her chest was red, flushed with arousal and coated with a light sheen of sweat. I finally met her eyes, deep and blue and intense, filled with a mixture of desire and anxiety.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Mmm hmm. Give me time to recover and I’ll do it again.”