Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Mom brought me back to the present when she asked, “Messed up or delayed?”

“The former,” I said heavily. “The dates’re kinda important.”

“Ah. I think I understand.” She took a drink to avoid saying anything else. She probably knew what was going through my head, and she knew I’d have to decide for myself.

I loved Christy and thought we had a future together, but that didn’t mean our relationship was all sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows.

“Are you okay with us?” Mom asked quietly. “You and me?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” I said automatically. Then I thought about it. “I really am. I mean, I’ve had fantasies since I was old enough to realize how sexy you were. But I guess I’m curious what happens next. I mean, short-term, we’re going to have sex again, probably here in the tub—”

Her grin was practically an invitation.

“—but what happens long-term?”

“I’ve been thinking about that myself, ever since Erin convinced me that the rules were outdated.”

“And what did you decide?”

“Well, part of it is easy. You and I have our tryst and then David and Erin do something similar. At first I thought that was why she was arguing with me about the rules. In a way, it was—she wants to finish what she started a few years ago—but she made some good points.”

“She also made it so you got something you wanted too.”

“Mmm hmm. Which is why I’m sitting here with my son, casually talking about having sex with him. Again. And again, as many times as we like.” She grinned. “That is, as many times as you can get it up.”

“Oh, I think I can manage a few more before you wear me out,” I said with a grin.

“I figured.”

“Okay, so what’s the other part of what happens next?”

“Between us? Long-term, I don’t think this is simply an itch we needed to scratch.”

“No.”

“So I want to do it again. But… Christy complicates things. You said she understands some of your taboo fantasies?”

“She does, especially about Erin.”

“Mmm. But not me.” It wasn’t a question.

“No. I don’t think she even has a clue.”

“Do you think you’ll tell her?”

“I’m… not sure.”

“Exactly. So our long-term prospects are vague at best, non-existent at worst.”

“We’ll have to gather our rosebuds now, then.”

“More or less. Are you okay with that?”

“I think so,” I said. “I mean, this doesn’t feel like cheating. It isn’t emotional.”

“That’s how I feel. It’s fun, a relief of tension, a fantasy we both wanted to live out.”

“Right.”

“And speaking of fantasies, I want to live out another when your dad gets home.”

“Oh?”

“You’ll see,” she said with a coy smile.

“Okay, but what about me? Do I get to live out any fantasies?”

“More than us having sex?”

“Of course! You think this is the only one I’ve had about you?”

She grinned.

“I really want you and Susan together.”

“That’s one of hers as well.”

“I’m sure I can think of others,” I said, “but that’s the first one that comes to mind.”

“Anything we can do immediately?” She set her empty beer on the side of the tub and floated toward me.

“Sit on my lap.”

She grinned. “And talk about the first thing that pops up?”

“Sort of, but not the way you’re thinking.” I stopped her when she turned to sit sideways. “Straddle me,” I said. “Spread that nice, shaved pussy so I can slide into it when I’m ready.”

She gave me an amused look but did as I asked.

I reached between us and touched the pussy in question. She gasped when I brushed her clit. I rubbed my fingers in a small circle and spread her open.

“Something else I want to do first,” I said as I withdrew my hand. I cupped her breasts and pushed them upward. “I didn’t get to play with these enough when I was a boy.”

“You didn’t know what to do with them.”

“Sure I did!” I circled her nipple with my tongue and then sucked it gently. After a moment I switched to the other one. “See?”

“But it’s not the same, is it?”

I shook my head and bit down gently.

“You did that when you were a boy.”

“But it isn’t the same, is it?”

It was her turn to shake her head.

“I had a lot of problems growing up in a nudist family,” I said philosophically. I teased her nipple again and then sucked it, harder this time. The alcohol was working its way through my system, so I decided to let my inner goofball have fun.

“My mother was a total babe,” I said, “but I couldn’t touch her. It was worse when we went to camp. I was surrounded by breasts, but I couldn’t touch ’em, couldn’t play with ’em. All I could do was look.” I jiggled her breasts and said to them directly, “There you were, right in front of me, but out of reach.”

She laughed.

“So I thought about you all the time,” I said, still to her nipples. “All I wanted was to play with you. Instead, I played with something else, if you know what I mean.” I made an exaggerated eye-roll toward my dick. “Yeah, him. Played with him all the time, but I wanted to play with you two. Too.”