Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

“Then I’ll go jerk off a couple of times.” I nodded toward the guest bedroom and then glanced at my watch. “See you in half an hour.”

“Whoa, not so fast! Half an hour? I thought you said ‘a couple of times.’”

I smirked. “I’m quick when I wanna be.”

“Well, it’d be a shame to waste all that… energy.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Mr. Coffee gurgled behind her and we shared a grin.

“Cream for your coffee?” I offered.

She pulled out the carafe and filled a mug, which she set on the counter to cool. Then she sank to her knees. I stepped forward and offered my nascent erection. She ran her hands along my thighs and continued up my torso before she leaned forward to kiss my semi-hard shaft.

After a moment she tilted her head and nuzzled my scrotum. She stroked my growing erection and held it out of the way as she concentrated on my balls. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of her lips and tongue on the family jewels.

The phone rang.

She looked up at me and her eyes flashed with mischief. “Don’t go anywhere.”

I groaned as she stood and rushed to answer the phone.

“Hello? Hi! Good morning to you too.” She listened and then glanced at me. “Oh, nothing much. Just getting cream for my coffee.” She walked toward me, and the long, curly phone cord stretched behind her. “Mmm hmm, how’d you guess? Yes, a very special cream. Paul’s.”

Dad said something.

“Of course I went through with it. Did you really doubt? But he figured it out in about two seconds. I told you he would.”

He said something else.

She made a show of pouting. “Oh, your poor thing,” she teased. “An early show time and you had to take care of yourself?” She covered the handset and said to me, “He doesn’t know any of the flight attendants on his crew, so he’s been alone for two nights.”

I chuckled but then decided to get some revenge on Dad’s part. I tugged the belt of Mom’s robe, and the knot came loose. I opened it to reveal her body. She rolled her eyes as I fondled her breast, although she one-upped me by wrapping her fingers around my erection.

“So you had to jerk off?” she said to Dad while she did the same to me. “What a coincidence!” Her expression changed when he said something else. “Now? Okay. I’ll hold on.” The seconds stretched into a minute.

He returned and said something.

“Okay, I understand.” She released my semi-hard manhood and covered the mouthpiece. “His first officer just came to the door. Weather problems. He has to go.”

I nodded.

“Have a safe flight,” she said into the phone. Then she arched an eyebrow. “Sure, I can do that. Okay, love you too. See you this afternoon.” She pressed the button to hang up and then looked at me. “Give me a sec to get back in the mood and I’ll pick up where we left off.”

“No problem.”

She rounded the peninsula to hang up the phone. Then she removed her robe and tossed it on a kitchen chair. After a moment she returned and sank to her knees in front of me. She started sucking before she was really ready, but “fake it till you make it” was good enough for the little head. His enthusiasm eventually spread to the rest of us, and we began to enjoy it for real.

I thought I’d last longer, but Mom was really good at giving head, especially once she got into it. She sensed my impending orgasm and searched the counter for her coffee mug. I helpfully slid it toward her. She held it under my cock and began stroking.

A minute later I groaned and emptied my balls into it. She milked my shaft until the final drops disappeared into the black liquid. Then she cleaned me off and stood. She added sugar and regular cream and then tasted it.

“Mmm, the best part of waking up—”

“Is semen in your cup.”

Chapter 11

We spent the rest of the morning doing regular things around the house. We also cleared the houseplants out of my shower and cleaned up the artfully contrived “mess” of potting soil.

“Did you even replant these?” I said as we moved them to their usual spots.

“Some of them, yes. But a few days ago. These were pure subterfuge.”

“I thought so,” I laughed. “But hey, they did their job.”

We spent some time in the garage, cleaning up the real mess from the bags of mulch. We also moved the flats of pansies to a storage shelf by the door to the backyard.

“Anything else we need to do?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Now we wait… and try not to fool around in the meantime.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m horny as hell. I can’t stop thinking about when your dad gets home. But I don’t want to wear ourselves out before then.”

We puttered around the garage for another few minutes.

“Okay,” she said at last, “I’m going crazy.”

“What time does he get home?”

“He lands at 3:12, but he won’t be home for at least an hour after that.”

“All right. So, what do you want to do for”—I looked at my watch—“the next five hours?”

“I’ll explode if I have to wait that long.”

I nodded.

“I know, let’s go shopping.”

“Okay, sure.”