Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

I felt like a third wheel, so I kicked off my shoes and left my pants in a pile on the floor. Dad knelt between Mom’s spread legs and began licking her pussy. I slid past him and around the peninsula. She opened her eyes when she sensed me. I opened her uniform blazer and then unbuttoned the sheer blouse. Her shelf bra left her breasts completely exposed, so I tweaked one thick nipple.

She writhed on the counter, assaulted from two directions by two men. Dad was busy sucking her clit, so I did the same to her nipples. Her breathing grew shallow and ragged. I started biting and twisting. Dad thrust two fingers into her, and she came with an explosive release of tension.

We kept licking and sucking, and she came again after ten minutes. The second climax was longer and stronger, and she cried out with a rising moan of ecstasy. All of a sudden she pushed us away and clamped her legs shut. She breathed hard and twitched from the aftershocks. Dad and I looked at each other with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. He absentmindedly wiped his face clean of her juices.

“You all right, babe?” he said at last.

She nodded and tried to catch her breath. “Just give me… a minute.” She shuddered again with the force of another aftershock. “God… that was a really big one.” She tried to smile but closed her eyes and trembled. “It’s still… going.”

Dad and I shared a grin.

His stomach broke the mood with a surprisingly loud growl.

Mom started giggling, in fits and starts at first, but then with full-throated laughter. I didn’t think it was that funny, but her reaction was infectious. Dad joined in a moment later.

“Hey,” he said when he eventually calmed down, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and that was twelve hours ago.”

“It’s all right,” Mom said from the counter. She smoothed her skirt into place and pulled her blazer closed as she sat up. She looked more presentable but still radiated a freshly fucked glow. “Do you want me to fix dinner?”

“Not really. I want Chinese.”

“Takeout?”

“Well, yeah.”

I volunteered to pick it up.

The mood quickly turned domestic as Dad reached for his wallet from his discarded trousers. He handed me fifty dollars. He called the restaurant and placed what sounded like a regular order for the two of them. Then he looked at me expectantly.

“Anything,” I said with a shrug. “Surprise me.”

“Szechuan chicken,” he told the person on the other end of the line. Then he nodded. “An order of egg rolls too. Oh, and steamed dumplings. The name’s Hughes. Twenty minutes? Okay, thanks.”

“Hungry?” Mom teased when he hung up.

“Starving.” He helped her off the counter and suddenly kissed her. “God, I missed you!”

Chapter 12

I returned later with the Chinese food, only to find my parents in a sixty-nine on the couch.

I watched as she took his cock into the back of her throat and then kept going. Part of me still couldn’t believe that she could deep throat his entire length. True, he wasn’t John Holmes, but he was pretty big. Then again, she’d had a lot of practice and clearly enjoyed it.

I set the food on the kitchen counter and cleared my throat. “Is this a private party?”

Mom didn’t stop sucking, but Dad looked at me from between her thighs.

“No, come on.” He patted her flank. “Hop off, babe.”

He sat up and gestured for her to kneel between his legs. “We started without you,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind. She was telling me about yesterday and one thing led to another.”

“I wasn’t very hungry anyway,” I said. “We had a late lunch.”

I casually shed my clothes and tried not to laugh at the surreal situation. Not many people ever see their parents have sex, much less join them. But we were consenting adults and weren’t hurting anyone. Besides, our private lives were just that, private and ours.

I knelt behind Mom and rested a hand on her bare ass. Then I reached between her legs and felt her pussy. She was already soaked, no surprise, so I used my lubricated finger to tease her clit. She groaned around Dad’s cock.

I stroked myself a couple of times and then aimed my cock at her opening. The head slid into her easily. She sighed as my girth spread her open. My hips met her soft ass, and I held her waist to steady myself. Then I began thrusting slowly, more rocking my hips than anything. My shaft moved an inch or two back and forth.

“Never thought I’d see that,” Dad said with a grin. “Pretty hot, huh?”

I nodded.

He must have been feeling philosophical—I could relate—because he said, “Son, if you ever find a woman like your mom, grab her and never let go. I mean it.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

“Seriously,” he went on, “she’s smart, funny, beautiful, and sexy. She cooks and cleans and does everything else to keep the home fires burning. She raised two pretty good kids and did it all while I was deployed or training or on the road. She lets me live out my fantasies and has some pretty kinky ones of her own.” He gestured to where I was buried deep inside her from behind. (I’d stopped thrusting when he’d started his monologue.)