Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

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.”

Part II

Chapter 7

We didn’t have sex again. Not right away, at least. Instead, we showered and went out for dinner.

“What do you feel like?” I asked as I backed out of the driveway.

“I don’t care,” Mom said. “Anything. I’m starving.”

“Steak? Chicken? Seafood? Pizza? A burger? ”

She laughed. “Pizza. You remember Johnny’s?”

“Of course. Johnny’s it is.”

The restaurant was just as I remembered, a hole-in-the-wall place with fantastic pizza, a hidden gem that only the locals knew about. We ordered salads and a medium special and then chatted about everything but what I wanted to talk about. I knew why, of course. We were in public, surrounded by people who might casually overhear, and words like “incest” cut right through the background chatter. I bided my time but was ready to burst at the seams by the time we left.

“This whole thing was a setup,” I said when we reached the relative privacy of the car, “wasn’t it?”

Mom tried to look innocent as she buckled her seatbelt. “What do you mean?”

“Dad’s last-minute trip. Nude gardening. Plants in my shower. You shaving. The whole thing. It was a setup.”

She glanced at me sideways.

“Well?”

“Your dad didn’t think you’d figure it out. I thought you would, but he said you’d be too busy.”