Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

“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.