Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Dad returned from the bathroom with a washcloth. He cleaned her and then himself. The damp terrycloth brushed my scrotum, but he was careful not to touch me directly.

“Don’t worry,” he said to me, “I know what I’m doing. I used to change your diapers.”

“Very reassuring,” I said dryly.

“Okay,” he said a moment later, “ready to keep going?”

“Let’s take a break,” Mom suggested. “I need a breather.”

“No problem. You want a beer?”

“A glass of water would be nice.”

“Coming right up.” He glanced at me. “Beer? Water? Coke?”

“Coke, please.”

“Roger that.”

Mom slowly climbed off me, and my erection gave a wet slap as it rebounded from my stomach. She gingerly sat on the bed, but immediately shifted her weight.

“A little tender,” she said.

I nodded and then waited as long as I could before curiosity overwhelmed me. “I didn’t know you liked anal sex.”

“I don’t. Not really. It hurts… unless I’m really worked up. Like now. But I always come like gangbusters, so it’s a mixed bag.”

Dad returned and handed Mom a glass of ice water. Then he popped the top on a Coke and handed it to me. He opened his beer and drank deeply.

We made small talk as Mom recovered. Dad’s erection softened completely, and even mine started to flag by the time Mom gave me a “let’s go” wink and set her empty glass on the floor. Then she rose to all fours and crawled toward Dad. They began making out as she fondled his limp manhood.

I took the opportunity to move behind her. Her pussy was wet, so I scooted forward and stroked my cock. When I was hard enough, I lubricated the head with her juices and slid into her. She groaned and kissed her way down Dad’s chest. Then she took his cock in her mouth and began sucking gently.

I fucked her doggie style until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside me.”

I nodded and began pounding away. The pressure mounted in my balls until I slammed into her and closed my eyes. Intense, white-hot pleasure exploded in my loins and spread outward. When it was over I collapsed against her and breathed hard through my nose to catch my breath.

“My turn,” Dad said cheerfully.

I nodded and pulled out.

Mom rolled to her back and spread her legs. He climbed between them as soon as I moved out of the way. He set his cock at her opening and plunged into her. Her breasts bounced in time with his thrusts. She twisted her own nipple and slid her other hand toward her pussy. She rubbed her clit as Dad pumped into her.

He didn’t last long. After less than a minute, he arched his back and buried himself as deep as he could. Then he groaned and filled her with seed. He held himself above her, immobile, as the fog of orgasm slowly cleared.

“You ready to finish?” he said at last.

“Already did.” She smiled up at him and stroked his cheek.

He nodded and sort of collapsed on top of her.

She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles together. They held each other as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

I felt a little self-conscious, like an interloper, but Mom must have sensed my discomfort. She reached over and clasped my hand.

Dad eventually found his strength and climbed off her. He looked more tired than I’d ever seen him. I glanced at the clock radio and did some quick math—he’d been awake for twenty-one hours, minimum, and working for most of it.

“Yeah,” he said when he saw my glance, “long day.”

“But worth it,” Mom said.

“Mmm hmm.” He took a deep breath and sat back. “The last part, at least. Still, I think I’m ready to call it a night.”

Chapter 14

I took a shower in my restored bathroom and smiled at the traces of potting soil that washed down the drain. Afterward I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to the kitchen, where I fixed a snack. I’d gotten in the habit of eating something before bedtime, although it was usually healthier than Oreos and milk. Still, I enjoyed every last bite. Then I dusted off my hands and dialed Brooke’s number.

“O’Neill residence,” Christy answered.

“Hello, sunshine.”

“Hey! I was hoping you’d call. I’ve been sitting by the phone.”

“You could’ve called me,” I said, although I was glad she hadn’t, especially while I’d been otherwise occupied.

“Nuh-uh! You’re the man. It’s your job to call me. It’s in the Man Handbook.”

“Oh? What page?”

“Um… two or three. I don’t remember.”

“Right,” I chuckled. “So, how’re you?”

“Good. Better now. You?”

“Pretty good. Tired, though. Been a long day. Hey, wait… Something’s missing. I don’t hear Brooke in the background.”

“No. She’s at a study session for an exam on Tuesday. This evening was the only time she and the others could do it.”

“Ah, okay. So, what’re you up to?”

“Drawing you.”

“All of me?”

“No, not all of you,” she laughed. “But it isn’t what you’re thinking. From the chest up.”

“So, am I happy? Sad? Horny?”

“You’re always horny,” she said with an audible grin. “But here you’re relaxed. Happy, too. And maybe a little tired. You know, how you get when we’ve been skiing all day and your soaking in the tub afterward.”

“That’s me all right,” I said.