Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

“There you go again with the ‘old’ crap,” he complained, albeit without heat. “I was bedding six women at a time when I was his age.”

“You were not,” she said with a laugh. “It was just me and you know it.”

“But it was six times a night. Same difference. And I can still do it.”

She snorted but then leveled a randy, challenging gaze. “Prove it.”

Dad looked at me and tried to appear long-suffering. “See what I have to deal with?”

“A smart, funny, beautiful, sexy woman? Who gives head like a pro, can deep throat, and swallows?”

His hands flew up, while Mom laughed with delight.

“Come on,” she said as she stood. Her tone was softer and more affectionate. “Here’s your chance to show the young stud what you can do.” She nodded at me. “You too, young stud.”

Dad stood and Mom pressed her body against him. She stroked his limp penis. “Ride me hard, baby, and put me away wet.”

I couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter.

“Yeah,” she agreed with a grimace, “still not sexy.”

“What are you talking about?” Dad said. “I thought it was sexy.”

She rolled her eyes but kissed him fondly. Then she used his dick to lead him around the couch. She reached for me and grabbed the obvious handle.

“Lead on, MacDuff,” he said.

“It’s ‘Lay on, MacDuff.’”

“Lay, lie, laid. Whatever works.”

Mom took her literature seriously—she’d been an English major, after all—so I tried to distract her with a pun.

“The best laid plans…,” I said with a grin.

“Schemes,” she said. “It’s ‘The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men…’”

“That’s nice, but”—I failed to hide a grin—“do you wanna get laid or not?”

“Whose fantasy is this?” she shot back.

“I think it’s all of ours.”

“Hell yeah!” Dad agreed. “Now move your sweet ass. You have two studs ready and rarin’ to go. Ride us hard and put us away wet!”

Mom and I shared a look and did our best not to laugh.

“It does sound better when he says it,” she admitted.

“Yeah, it does.”

She rose on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “You said something about going down on me again?”

“Sure, yeah. Get in there and spread ’em.”

We walked to the bedroom in a much better mood. Mom scooted to the center of the bed and gave Dad a scorching look as she lay back and deliberately spread her legs. Her pubic hair curled at the top of her slit, which parted to reveal her pink inner lips.

Dad grinned and dived in.

“Where am I in this fantasy of yours?” I asked.

“Up here.”

I knelt beside her, and she pulled my hard-on toward her mouth. She held my gaze and playfully kissed the tip. Then she began flicking it with her tongue. I returned the favor by teasing her nipples.

She eventually closed her eyes and began sucking. We continued like that for several minutes, until Dad pushed himself up and knelt between her thighs. He scooted forward and rubbed his cock through her channel. Then he pushed the head into her and eased forward.

“She always gets super wet when she gives head.” He grunted when he bottomed out. “Super hot too.”

“Tell me about it,” I agreed. Her mouth felt like a furnace around my shaft.

“It’s weird, but I like watching her do it,” he said. “It gets me worked up when she sucks another guy’s dick. Like now. I mean, I just started fucking her and I’m ready to explode.”

“I know the feeling.”

“And that’s another thing…,” he said a moment later. “I love all the words she uses to describe stuff. Most gals just call a penis ‘it’ or a ‘thing.’ But not Beth. She says ‘dick’ or ‘schlong’ or ‘trouser snake.’”

“I prefer ‘cock,’” she said, and resumed sucking mine.

“See what I mean? She even likes being called a cocksucker.”

“That’s ’cause I am,” she said. “I suck cock. I swallow come. I like it.” She proved it by taking my dick into the back of her throat.

I grunted. “Amen to that.”

“I forgot how big you are,” Dad said into the silence that followed. “Don’t get me wrong,” he added, “I’m packin’ a rocket in my pocket.” He grinned at something I didn’t understand. “But that’s the only thing I ever wished for: to be a little thicker.” He chuckled. “I’d trade an inch off the end for another inch around.”

“Don’t you dare,” Mom said. “I love your cock just the way it is.” She made a little frown. “I’d like it better if you were moving it, though.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am.” He began thrusting with a slow rhythm. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” She swallowed me again.

“Anyway,” Dad continued to me, “I’ve always been a little jealous of guys like you, who’re really thick. Crazy, I know. ’Specially ’cause I’m pretty damn big, if I do say so myself.”

“The grass is always greener,” I said. “I mean, I’ve always been jealous of you.”

“No kidding?”

“No kidding. But… I guess I’m happy with what I’ve got. The ladies seem to like it.”

“The shaving thing is weird, though.”

“I’m not doing it for you.”

“Well, I like it,” Mom said. “I don’t get hair in my mouth. Besides, it makes his schlong look even bigger.”

“Yeah, it does,” Dad agreed, “but I still don’t think it’s for me.”