Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

My muscles tensed and I came with a groan. Semen erupted from my shaft in hot geysers. She swallowed it all and continued milking my cock long after I stopped shooting. Then she took me deep again. It was easier now that my penis had begun to soften. My breathing slowly returned to normal as she sucked my shrinking manhood. It flopped sideways like an exhausted eel when she finally sat up.

“That was nice,” I said.

“But what would the neighbors say?”

“That you’re the best mom in the world.”

“Ha! Somehow, I doubt it.”

“Eh, what do they know?”

“You’re good for my ego,” she said with a smile.

“And you’re good for my libido.”

“Mine too. But if we want to do anything else, we really should head inside.”

“What? You aren’t in the mood for sex in the back of a Land Cruiser?”

“No, but thank you. Let’s go.”

Chapter 8

We were both tired after the yard work and all our extracurricular activities, so we decided to soak in the hot tub. I moved the cover and started the pump while Mom went into the master bedroom to fetch towels.

“You want anything to drink?” she asked when she returned. “Beer? Wine? Something else?”

“This is gonna sound crazy,” I said, “but do you have any whiskey?”

“Probably.”

“A glass on ice?”

“Sure thing. My little boy is growing up,” she chuckled. “Whiskey on the rocks, coming up.”

I undressed and folded my clothes on one of the patio chairs. The night had turned chilly, so I welcomed the warmth of the hot tub as I sank up to my neck. Mom returned with a beer for herself and an acrylic cup filled with ice and amber liquid for me. She took off her clothes and left them on the deck as I sipped my drink.

The whiskey was Jack Daniels instead of Jameson, but I wasn’t about to complain. I took a longer drink and felt warmth spread through my insides as well. Then I watched as Mom descended the hot tub steps and settled on the bench across from me. The light from below highlighted her figure and accentuated her curves.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” I said.

“About what?”

“Being able to attract younger men.”

“I know. But thank you for saying so. Being a woman is such a pain sometimes. Everything sags and stretches and isn’t where it used to be.”

“So? It’s what’s inside that counts.”

“But people don’t notice the inside. Not at first.”

“Mom, you’re a beautiful woman. Besides, everyone worries about their looks.” I chuckled. “Christy’s future sister-in-law is a model—like, that’s her actual job, modeling for magazines and swimsuit issues—and even she worries about her looks.”

“Well, I’m no model—”

“You are to me. And you’re the standard I judge other women by.”

“Really? I always thought you liked brunettes.”

I shrugged. “I liked brunettes because that’s who I was lucky enough to have sex with, starting with Susan. Gina, because she was my first real love. And Kendall…” I sighed. “Well, Kendall was a goddess.”

“Not according to Erin and Leah. They—”

“Don’t like her. I know.”

“That’s putting it mildly.”

“Kendall’s a good person,” I said defensively. “She has issues, but so does everyone. And our breakup was mostly my fault.”

Mom raised an eyebrow but didn’t contradict me.

“I didn’t understand what was wrong and wasn’t mature enough to fix things even if I had.”

She sipped her beer as an excuse to process what I’d just said. “That’s a surprisingly grown-up admission.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, especially now that I’m dating Christy.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. They’re similar in lots of ways.”

“Not on the outside. They couldn’t be more different, looks-wise. That’s why I was surprised when I met her. But… are you sure about her? She’ll eventually decide to be a swinger?”

“Pretty sure,” I said. Then a thought occurred to me. “Ah, now I understand why you were interrogating me about her earlier.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You didn’t want to throw a stick of dynamite into my relationship if I was serious.”

“No,” she agreed.

“We’re serious, but I’m still frustrated. I know I’m being selfish, although I’m also being realistic.”

“Sex is an important part of a relationship.”

“You’re preaching to the choir.”

“Speaking of choirs… her religion doesn’t get in the way of your relationship?”

“Yes and no. It’s her upbringing more than her religion. She goes to Mass, believes in God, and sleeps with me every night. So being Catholic isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is?”

“Shedding the idea that she has to be a ‘proper young lady.’” I shrugged. “She’s doing better—in lots of ways she’s even wilder than I imagined—but not the big one. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but still… I’m running out of patience.”

“You said she’s ready to go all the way.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to lose you?”

“I… don’t think so. I think she’s really ready. But this thing with Brooke really messed up our plans.” I took a healthy drink of whiskey and tried to relax. I was equally annoyed that Christy didn’t want to use modern birth control, but I didn’t want to discuss it with Mom. I knew what she’d say, and I didn’t feel like making excuses.