The following day was the Fourth of July. Dwight Delozier always fired up a large barbecue cooker to slow-cook ribs and pork shoulder all day long. Most all of the families in the camp would fix a couple of side dishes and we’d have a large pot-luck picnic mid-afternoon.
At sundown, we’d go down by the lake and shoot off fireworks. For the younger kids, it was sparklers only. For us older kids, we’d light off firecrackers and shoot bottle rockets.
The Fourth of July at Aunt Susan’s was a huge festival day, and this year it had snuck up on me—I’d been too pre-occupied to realize it was coming until it was here.
That morning, I woke up early. Mom and Erin were both still asleep, and I decided not to disturb them. I quietly left the cabin and headed down to the clubhouse to fix myself some breakfast.
The camp was quiet as I walked down the hill to the clubhouse, and once inside, I saw that only Dwight was there. He usually got up early, to build his barbecue fire, and I felt a surge of pride that I’d risen before most of the rest of the camp.
Dwight looked up as I walked in. He looked startled to see me, but quickly smiled and waved.
I walked over to the kitchen area to fix myself some cereal. I noticed Dwight watching me the entire way. As I moved behind the counter and headed toward our stuff, Dwight didn’t move. He was facing the counter, mixing a bowl of barbecue sauce, with only his head turned to watch me. Dwight’s family’s basket of food was next to ours under the counter, so that wasn’t unusual. Only, something about his manner seemed a little odd. I couldn’t tell what it was, though, so I shrugged it off as I walked over to stand beside him.
“Morning, Paul,” the big man said.
“Morning, Dwight.”
“What’re you doing up so early?”
“Oh, I just got up early,” I said cheerfully. “And I came down to fix myself some cereal.”
He cut short whatever he was about to say as I parted the curtains and crouched down. I quickly stuck my head under the counter to rummage in our basket for some Froot Loops.
I was just about to put my hand on the box when I felt someone staring at me. I stopped mid-reach and looked to my right. There was somebody under the counter!
I tried to stand up and banged my head. With a curse my mother wouldn’t have approved of, I rubbed the back of my head and looked to my right again. I looked right into the smiling face of Terri, the woman staying in the cabin next to ours.
And that was the least of the shocks that I experienced. My eyes widened in disbelief as I took in the scene before me. We called Dwight “Donkey-Dick” for fairly obvious reasons. When his dick was hard, which it was right now, it was the largest penis I’d ever seen. It must’ve been almost a foot long!
As my eyes fully adjusted to the curtain-filtered light under the counter, I could see that Terri was kneeling in front of Dwight, holding his monster dick with her left hand. She put her right index finger to her lips and smiled at me.
With a wink, she opened her mouth wide and returned it to Dwight’s monster. She could barely fit more than a few inches in her mouth, but that didn’t prevent her from licking up and down the length of his shaft and sucking on the head; all while stroking his massive length with her left hand. My penis immediately sprang to attention.
I carefully backed out from under the counter, with the immense presence of mind to grab the Froot Loops that I’d originally come for. When I stood up, I was blushing. Dwight clapped a massive hand on my shoulder and leaned down.
In a conspiratorial tone, he said, “Now you know the secret of my early-morning barbecue sauce.”
I blinked at him.
“I mix my sauce, and she polishes my knob,” he said with a booming laugh.
Dwight looked down and saw my erection, barely more than half the length of the one that he sported. I was too stunned to try to hide it. With another booming laugh, he looked down to where his prodigious penis disappeared between the curtains.
“Another victim for you, Terri,” he said in a much more normal tone of voice.
With that, his powerful hand on my shoulder spun me to face the counter and shoved. I woofed into the edge of the counter, my erection parting the curtains and thrusting into the open area underneath the counters.
Dwight leaned over again. “When she finishes me off, she’ll polish your knob too,” he said with a wink.
Just then, I felt a hand wrap itself around my erection; Terri’s hand. She began to slowly stroke me and Dwight laughed again, seeing the expression on my face.
“Don’t worry, boyo. I’ve never met anyone like Terri. She can suck-start a Harley,” he said with another booming laugh. “Ow!”
He looked down at his massive manhood. “Sorry, baby, you know I love what you do.”
I tried to stifle my laughter, and was mostly successful.
“She really knows what she’s doin’ with a dick,” Dwight said in a much lower voice. “Now,” he said, sliding the bowl of barbecue sauce in front of me, “you stir while I supervise.”
He then gripped the edge of the counter with both hands and concentrated on the blowjob the petite blond was giving him. I, obediently, stirred the sauce.
In a few minutes, Dwight closed his eyes and leaned his head back, not making a sound. I could tell that he was rewarding Terri for her efforts. When his orgasm had subsided, he breathed heavily and opened his eyes, taking a half-step back from the counter. I surreptitiously looked down; his enormous erection had dwindled somewhat, but was still the size of a child’s arm.
Then I heard Terri scooting our basket out of the way. Dwight pulled the sauce back over in front of him as I felt Terri’s hot breath on my erection. She gripped my shaft and tugged, pulling my stomach all the way up against the counter. And then, I was inside her mouth.
“Now,” said Dwight, “I’ll stir and you observe.” With another booming laugh, he began to stir.
And Terri began to suck.
Her lips surrounded the head of my cock and she stroked my length several times. Finally, she began sucking in earnest. She would take about half my dick into her mouth and clamp her lips down, stroking her hand forward at the same time. Then she would withdraw her mouth, lips tight, while stroking toward my body with her fist. As she bobbed her head on my erection, she would swirl her tongue around the underside of my dick and shake her head from side to side, caressing my manhood with the inside of her cheeks.
I tried to hold out as long as I could, but my best wasn’t very good. Under her intense oral ministrations, I came in short order. I gripped the edge of the counter as I came, feeling my semen spurt into her mouth. She continued to pump the base of my dick as my orgasm subsided, milking me for all I was worth.
When she released me, I stepped back. I heard some shuffling and sliding from behind the curtains, and then Terri emerged. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary, wiping the sides of her mouth with her fingers.
She looked at Dwight first, disapproval plain on her face. “Dwight, if I didn’t love your big dick so much, I’d never talk to you again.”
“C’mon baby, you know I love ya,” he said, his grin infectious. “You know I was only teasin’.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get bit if you do it again,” she said, her voice softening a little.
“And you,” she said, rounding on me. “Give me a little more warning next time and I’ll spend more time on you. But this big jerk,” she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Dwight, “pissed me off and I’m sorry you only got a quickie.”
“Um… that’s okay,” I said hesitantly.
“Sorry, sweetie. Any time you want a better one, just you let me know.”
I blinked at her in surprise and shock.
She leaned close to me and said in a low voice, “I like your dick. It’s just the right size for sucking. If you want a repeat, you know where to find me.” With a wink and a pat on my ass, she walked away.
Dwight watched and then turned to me. With another conspiratorial wink, he said, “I just love making barbecue sauce!”
His booming laughter filled the empty clubhouse as I finally poured myself a bowl of Froot Loops.
After my pre-breakfast blowjob (which, I thought to myself, wasn’t all that unusual, even though it was from a different woman), I decided to sit out on the patio and enjoy the quiet of the camp.
The smell from Dwight’s carefully maintained barbecue fire was actually quite enjoyable; especially now that I understood what went into making his sauce! He tended his cooker like a mother hen, turning and basting and making sure his fire wasn’t too hot. The results should be spectacular.
I heard things starting to bustle in the clubhouse as families came down for breakfast. Then I heard the screen door open behind me and turned to see Gina coming out. Her hair was pulled back in a short pony tail, with wisps escaping to frame her oval face. She had European-style sunglasses perched on top of her head and carried a paper towel and a large orange.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
“Be my guest.”
She dragged a chair over next to me and sat down, spreading the paper towel on her lap. I was nervous being around her, just the two of us. I didn’t know why, but I was. There was nothing I could do about it, however, so I simply tried to enjoy her company.
“Where were you yesterday? Jenny, Manfred, and I were looking for you,” she said, beginning to peel the orange.
“I had to finish up some work I was doing for Aunt Susan,” I half-lied. I didn’t tell her that the other half of the day I wanted to be by myself.
“What were you doing for her?”
“Mostly lifting boxes and stuff.”
“Huh?”
“She needed help cleaning out her garage, and going through a bunch of her father’s stuff. The stuff in the boxes. So I pulled boxes off the shelf, helped her sort through them, and then put the re-packed boxes back on the shelf.”
“Doesn’t sound fun.”
“Actually, it was. Aunt Susan’s really kinda cool.”
She arched her eyebrow at me and popped an orange section into her mouth. She separated another one and offered it to me.
“Thanks. Where are Jenny and Manfred?” I asked around the orange section.
She shrugged.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I think Jenny kinda likes Manfred.”
“Huh?”
“‘Manfred said this,’ or ‘Manfred did that.’” she said in a Jenny-falsetto. “That’s all she talks about.”
“Well, Manfred’s a pretty cool guy.”
“Yeah, I guess. But I’ve known Manfred since he was ten and really annoying. Besides, he’s too tall.”
“Not for Jenny, I guess. She’s taller’n me,” I said.
“Yeah, I guess.”
We sat quietly for a while. She’d peel an orange section off and hand it to me, then eat one herself. Pretty soon, we’d finished the entire orange.
“Thanks for the orange.”
“You’re welcome.”
“If Manfred and Jenny don’t show up soon, you wanna go down to the lake?” she asked.
“I guess.”
“Okay.”
When there was still no sign of Manfred or Jenny in ten minutes, we decided to head for the lake. Gina took her orange peel inside to throw it away, and I followed. Inside, many of the moms were busy working on food for the picnic later in the afternoon. Mom was there, chatting with some of the other women about what dishes everyone was going to prepare.
We decided not to ask the grown-ups about Jenny and Manfred.
“I gotta go up to our cabin and get my towel,” I said.
She picked up her own towel and a bottle of suntan oil from the back of one of the couches. “I’ll come with you.”
“Okay.”
We walked up to our cabin in silence. I don’t know why, but it was a comfortable silence.
Once there, I pulled my towel off the porch rail and draped it around my neck. We then headed back down the hill toward the lake.
“You’re different this year,” she said.
“Huh?”
“You’re different this year.”
“You mean like taller?”
“No, like… different.”
“Well, you’re different this year too,” I said, somewhat defensively.
“Yeah, but mostly it’s just my boobs. With you, it’s something else.”
“It’s not my boobs?”
“No, dummy,” she said, laughing at me. “It’s something else. I dunno what though.”
“Good or bad?” I asked, suddenly a little worried.
“Hmmmm,” she said, deliberately letting me twist. “I’d say… good.”
“Oh,” I said, suddenly blushing.
The rest of the trip down the hill to the lake was in silence. I wondered what about me was different. I didn’t feel different. Well, I did, really. I felt very different, but I couldn’t exactly tell Gina that.
When we got to the lake, we put our towels down on our loungers and took off our flip-flops. Gina tossed her sunglasses down on top of her towel and pulled the rubber band out of her hair, shaking it loose around her shoulders.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” she shouted and dashed toward the water.
She beat me by a good three steps, arcing her luscious body into a distance dive. I followed right behind her and with a few powerful kicks, I caught up to her and tugged on her ankle. Despite the growing heat of the day, the water was cold enough to take my breath away.
“I don’t think I want anything to do with a rotten egg,” she said in mock disdain, breathing hard from the burst of exertion.
“Oh. Okay,” I said and began to swim back to the edge of the lake.
“Paul, wait!”
I stopped swimming and turned to tread water.
“I was only kidding,” she said in a fine imitation of exasperation.
“Even if I am a rotten egg?”
“Even if you are a rotten egg.”
“Okay,” I said, swimming back toward her.
When I’d almost reached her, she began kicking away from me, toward the raft, splashing me in the face and sending foaming waves in my direction. I quickly ducked under the water and kicked after her. I passed her by underwater and continued for the shadow on the surface that was the raft. I surfaced on the opposite side of it and quickly climbed up.
“Hey. Up here.”
She suddenly turned in the water and saw me standing on the raft.
“No fair.”
“How?!”
“You’re a better swimmer than me. Help me up.”
I reached down to pull her onto the raft, enjoying the view I got when her body stretched out as I lifted her. Once she was on the raft, she put both her hands on my chest and pushed, hard. I stumbled backward and off the edge. As I sputtered to the surface, I saw her looking down at me, grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s for beating me to the raft.”
By the time I climbed back on top of the raft, she was already lying down. She shaded her eyes with one hand and patted the spot next to her with the other. Then she put her arms back by her sides and closed her eyes against the glare of the sun.
Looking down at her, I marveled at all the changes her body had gone through in the past year. My gaze lingered on her round breasts, flattened to her sides, both nipples crinkled and erect from the cold water. I let my eyes wander down her flat stomach to the flare of her hips, and then to the small strip of jet black pubic hair at the junction of her thighs. There were drops of water beading the wiry hair, reflecting the sunlight like little diamonds.
Finally, hesitantly, I lay down on my back next to her. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth of the sun on my front and the warm canvas raft on my back.
About noon, Manfred and Jenny showed up at the lake. They called to us and we swam over, climbing onto the warm coping bricks to stand dripping in the grass at the side of the lake.
“Where’ve you guys been all day?” Gina asked.
Both of them shrugged and Manfred grinned like an idiot.
“We were up in the clubhouse, playing ping-pong,” Jenny answered.
“You wanna go get some lunch?” Gina asked me.
“Yeah, I guess. You guys wanna come?”
“We already had lunch,” Manfred said guiltily.
“Okay, see ya later then,” I said.
Gina and I grabbed our towels and dried off, then headed up the hill.
When we arrived, the clubhouse was a hive of activity. Dwight was taking ears of corn wrapped in foil out to the cooker and the smells of wonderful dishes filled the air. Mom was nowhere in sight, so we headed for Gina’s mom.
“Hi kids,” Elizabeth said, stirring a boiling pot of macaroni. (I always loved listening to her clipped British accent.)
“Hi Mom.”
“Hi Elizabeth.”
“What can I do for you kids?”
“I was going to fix us some lunch,” Gina said.
“Sure, love,” Elizabeth said. “Don’t spoil your appetites for the celebration.”
“We won’t, Mom,” Gina said. Then she turned to me. “How about PB&J sandwiches?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Gina fixed us sandwiches, one for her and two for me. While she was fixing, I got two cold Cokes from our refrigerator. I took them to the table with paper napkins and Gina brought over plates of sandwiches and chips.
“Thanks,” I said.
She smiled at me and I thought I would faint. She was so beautiful. “You’re welcome.”
We ate in silence, enjoying watching the hustle and bustle of the clubhouse and the preparations for the late-afternoon picnic. After we finished our lunch, we headed back down to the lake. When we got there, Jenny and Manfred were out on the raft, and it looked like they were holding hands.
With a snort of what sounded like disgust, Gina began spreading her towel out on one of our loungers. I took my cue from her and spread mine out on the chair next to her. She bound her hair back and put her sunglasses on top of her head. Then she sat on the edge of the chair and opened her bottle of suntan oil.
I was completely mesmerized as she squirted the shiny oil into her hand and began rubbing it all over herself. I watched in wonder as she oiled first her shoulders, then her arms, and finally her breasts and stomach. I knew I was gawking, but I couldn’t help it. Watching her shiny breasts swing from side to side as she oiled her legs, I was brought back to reality by a familiar tingle in my penis.
“Do my back?” she asked, holding the bottle out to me.
“Uh… sure.”
I squeezed more of the slippery oil into my hands and began to rub her back and shoulders. When I was finished, all too soon, she turned around.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “I’ll do you.”
I normally didn’t use suntan oil. I burned just fine without it. But I wasn’t about to say no to her. So I turned and she oiled my back. I then finished oiling my front, taking care not to come anywhere near my penis, lest I disturb the careful stasis I’d managed to somehow achieve in that area.
Once we were properly oiled up, we lay down on the chaise lounges and simply soaked up the sun, turning over once in a while.
We were lying on our stomachs when Gina raised herself up on her elbows and looked at me.
“I know what it is.”
“What?” I asked, opening my eyes. I couldn’t help it, my eyes were drawn to her dangling breasts like magnets. She looked so beautiful there that I felt my penis harden, despite my best efforts to remain flaccid.
“I know what’s different about you.”
“What?”
“You’re not talking all the time.”
“So?”
“Last summer, you were all nervous and talky.”
“So?”
“So? So?” she teased me. “Sometimes a girl likes to be around a guy who doesn’t talk her ear off.”
“Oh.”
“It’s nice.”
“Uh, thanks?”
She merely smiled at me, and I felt my penis stiffen further. She folded her arms and rested her head on them, looking at me. Her expression was indecipherable, but her lips quirked up at the corners and I smiled in return.
I wondered how much longer I’d have to lay on my stomach.
As it turned out, it was quite a while.
The barbecue picnic that afternoon was a huge success. The meat on Dwight’s pork ribs was tender and juicy, and almost falling off the bone. The women of the camp had fixed a magnificent meal to go with the huge quantities of pork barbecue that Dwight prepared.
Jenny and Manfred joined Gina and me, and we all had a tremendous amount of fun, the day’s earlier tensions forgotten.
After eating, we decided to go hang out in the clubhouse and play pool. None of us were any good, but we all had fun making lousy shots and cheering when one of us got lucky.
That evening, the fireworks were fantastic. Jenny’s dad John had brought a whole crate load, as had Dwight, and the two of them lit off huge rockets and roman candles. Seeing the other families with their fathers made me realize that I missed my dad. I could tell Mom did too.
Gina was off with her family, and Erin was with her friends, so for a while Mom and I were standing watching the fireworks by ourselves. Susan soon joined us though, and the three of us enjoyed the show together.
Susan leaned over to talk to Mom as the fireworks were winding down. “I’ve got another bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge, do you want to come over and help me with it?”
Mom considered for a moment, then nodded. “You want to come too, Paul?”
“Me?”
Mom nodded.
“Sure, I guess.” Gina was with her family, Manfred and Jenny were together, and Erin was still with her friends. What else was I going to do?
Mom went over to make sure Jessica Jordan would keep an eye on Erin for her, and Susan and I had a few minutes alone.
“Did you have a good day?” Susan asked.
“Uh-huh. You?”
“Yeah, I did. I got a lot done around the house. Piddling stuff. You know.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay with things? With us?”
“Yeah.” I smiled at her to show that I was sincere.
“I’m glad,” she said.
When Mom returned, the three of us headed up the hill toward Susan’s house.
The candles from the previous night were still on the table and I took a box of matches and lit them while Susan went inside to fetch the wine and glasses. Mom sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, she had had a busy day cooking and then helping clean up afterward. Susan returned with a wine bottle in one hand, already beginning to bead with sweat, and three wine glasses in the other hand. As I closed the kitchen door for her, I noticed that she had removed her bikini bottoms while she was inside.
She uncorked the wine bottle and poured each of us a glass. Mine had just as much as theirs, and I was kind of surprised.
“Happy Fourth of July,” Susan said, raising her glass after we’d both sat down.
“Happy Fourth,” Mom and I echoed, raising our own glasses.
This was only the second time I’d ever had a glass of wine that was my own, and I quickly started feeling its effects. Mom and Susan kept a close watch on me, to make sure I didn’t drink too much. But truth be told, the wine was a little too tart for me. It’s something that I’ve gotten used to, and even come to like, but my first tastes of wine were more out of wanting to seem grown up than any real enjoyment.
However, simply relaxing in the slowly cooling night, enjoying the company of Susan and my mom, we quickly finished most of the bottle. Susan had prepared for this eventuality.
“I’m glad I put another bottle in the fridge,” she said, pouring the remaining wine into our glasses. “I’ll be right back.”
She returned with the second bottle and uncorked it too.
“No more after this bottle,” Mom said, “I’m feeling relaxed enough as it is.” She slouched down in her chair, kicked off her flip-flops, and swirled the wine in her glass.
I only drank two glasses of the wine, but I could feel its effect. My lips and nose had gone a little numb, and I was feeling very… languid. Susan and Mom had more to drink than I, but I suspect that they were a little more used to it than I was. As it turned out, I was right, and wrong. Neither of them were obviously tipsy, but neither of them were feeling any pain.
We simply enjoyed the evening, sitting in silence, sipping the wine (although I suspected that they were enjoying it more than I was). When the second bottle was only half full, Susan suggested we go inside. When the two women rose, I blew out the candles and followed them inside.
Inside, the kitchen was dimly lit by only the distant end table lamp in the living room. Susan silently padded across the kitchen to lean against the counter to the left of the stove. Mom moved over toward the sink and I took up the corner nearest the door.
Mom set her glass on the counter next to the sink and rubbed her neck and shoulders.
“If you want, I can rub your shoulders for you,” I said.
“Thank you, Paul, that would be nice,” Mom said, turning to face the sink.
I set my mostly-full wine glass on the counter and walked over to where Mom stood. I put my hands on the warm skin of her shoulders and started rubbing. I didn’t have a plan, I was simply winging it, but by her moans of satisfaction, I figured I was doing just fine without one.
I rubbed her shoulders and neck, and then kneaded down her back, splaying my fingers out and pressing in with my thumbs. I worked my way back up and massaged her shoulders, then down her arms. Susan watched wordlessly from the dark corner, sipping her wine.
I returned my hands to Mom’s shoulders and gently rubbed and scratched her back. As my hands moved over her warm, smooth skin, I felt my penis slowly begin to stiffen. When I had rubbed her back two days ago, it was in the cold water of the lake. Here, contact with her warm skin was almost electric, and my penis quickly hardened completely.
I looked at where Susan stood in the shadows to my right. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought she was smiling at me. I looked back to Mom quickly, however, as I felt her begin to move back toward me. She folded her arms on the counter, taking a step backward to stretch her back. When she stepped back, she almost bumped into my protruding erection. I had to quickly step back myself to avoid poking her.
Susan quietly chuckled at the scene, but Mom didn’t seem to notice. In the dim light from the living room, I looked down at Mom bending over in front of me, supported by her arms on the kitchen sink. She looked exactly like I was getting ready to fuck her from behind. My penis got even harder at the thought.
I continued rubbing her shoulders and back, gently kneading her muscles. The appreciative noises she was making spurred me on. I began to get bolder and moved my hands along her sides, up under her arms. I would lightly scratch down her sides to her hips and then move back up, trailing the tips of my fingernails along her smooth skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I worked my way further around her body until I was caressing the outer curve of her breasts on each pass. I continued rubbing her back, sliding around to touch the sides of her breasts, and she moaned in obvious pleasure. Finally, I slid my hands still further around to where my fingers were actually on her stomach. I then ran them lightly back up her body, feeling them press against the soft flesh of the underside of her breasts.
If I had only continued moving, I would be cupping her breasts. Instead, I pulled my hands back and returned to her back. I ran my hands up and caressed the hollows behind her ears and down the sides of her neck. Mom groaned again and I decided to get bolder still. As my hands trailed down her back, rubbing her spine, I slowly inched forward. I looked down to make sure my erection was aimed between her legs and then continued moving forward.
As my hands moved to her hips, I felt the heat of her pussy washing over my dick. I decided that I wasn’t going to stop, and slowly pushed forward, continuing to rub her back. I felt the tip of my penis bump against her pussy and she started. As I continued to slowly push forward, I ran my hands around her torso again, gripping her ribs right below her breasts.
As I massaged down her sides, I moved the rest of the way forward. The tip of my penis slid along her pussy and as my hands reached her hips, my springy pubic hair finally pressed against her ass. My hips met her ass cheeks and I gripped her hips with my hands, waiting for her reaction.
My erection had rubbed the entire length of her slit and was now pressing against her pussy insistently. I knew she felt it. When she didn’t move, I began rubbing her back some more, scratching and lightly stroking her shoulders. Bolder still, I pulled back a little and began rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy with my stiff member.
Her only reaction was a groan of pleasure. I continued rubbing her back with my hands at the same time as I was rubbing her pussy with my erection. Deciding to go for broke, I moved my hands around to her stomach again. As I moved up her torso this time, I didn’t stop at the underside of her breasts. Instead, I moved my hands up to gently cup them. She gasped as my fingers rubbed over her nipples, but had no other reaction.
I continued like that for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably closer to five minutes. I was rubbing my dick over her pussy and playing with her breasts, gently kneading her soft flesh and rubbing her stiff nipples with the tips of my fingers. She moaned in pleasure again and thrust her hips back at me. Through the waves of heat washing over my dick from her pussy, I thought I could feel her moisture too.
Suddenly, she raised up on her arms and I thought she was going to stop me. I began to panic, but to my immense relief, she reached for her wine glass. She drank deeply, and when she returned the glass to the counter, it was empty.
I could definitely feel the moisture of her pussy as I rubbed my erection back and forth over her. Abruptly, she stood up, pulling her hips away from my questing erection. I panicked for a moment, thinking that she was angry. She quickly spun around and leaned back against the counter. I couldn’t read the expression on her face, and was worried that I had gone too far. With another groan, she reached out and grasped my shaft firmly. She looked up as she stroked me, holding my eyes with hers, her face a mask of lust and need.
Slowly, holding my eyes with hers, she sank to her knees in front of me. In the dim light from the living room, I watched, fascinated. Mom closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the head of my penis between her lips. She put her hands on my hips and began gently sucking on the engorged head of my penis.
Sucking slowly, she took me deeper in her mouth until her lips were pressed against the base of my manhood. The feeling was incredible. She moved her tongue on my erection, rubbing the underside of my shaft. I put my hands on the back of her head as I’d seen my father do. With her lips clamped around my girth, she slowly withdrew my penis from her mouth.
Opening her eyes and looking up at me again, she kissed and licked the crown of my cock, flicking her tongue along the slit at the very tip. She teased me by taking only the head in her mouth and then pulling her lips back. She repeated this several times, all the while looking up at me with laughter in her eyes.
She closed her eyes again and took me into her mouth. I groaned at the feeling as the head of my dick penetrated her throat. When she clamped her lips at the base of my shaft, she sucked gently and rhythmically. The feeling was so intense that I wanted to shove more of myself into her.
When she withdrew her lips, she kept them wrapped around the head. Mom opened her lips and pulled me forward, using her hands on my hips. My shaft disappeared into her mouth and she once again clamped down around the base of my dick. She began sucking me with long, slow strokes, using her lips and tongue to massage my shaft.
Soon enough, her talented mouth worked its magic and I felt my orgasm welling up within me. Mom sensed it too and sped her pace. I wanted to hold out, to let her suck me longer. The feeling of her sucking on my dick was so intense and pleasurable that I never wanted it to end. My wishes notwithstanding, my penis clearly had other ideas.
I arched my back and gripped her head with my hands, holding her impaled on my shaft. And then I came with a groan. Spurt after spurt of my come shot into her mouth. Over the incredible pounding pleasure in my own ears, I could hear Mom moaning in pleasure too, swallowing my load as I shot it over her tongue and down her throat. She gripped my hips tightly, holding my spewing penis in her mouth.
Finally, spent, I looked down at the ring of her lips wrapped around my shaft. Mom had her eyes closed, and was breathing deeply. I eased my grip on her head and she gently sucked my still-hard dick. She moved her right hand from around my hip and gripped the portion of my shaft that remained outside her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around my girth and slowly milked me.
I shuddered in pleasure as her tongue brushed against the sensitive head of my penis. She slowly stroked my shaft and opened her eyes. She wore a dreamy expression as she looked up at me, her eyes smiling drunkenly. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled her head back, letting my penis slip from her lips.
I helped her to her feet and she hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling my still-erect penis press into her abdomen. For a moment, we were the only two people in the universe.
In a few moments, Mom loosened her grip on me and stepped back, leaning against the counter.
A small sound from the corner caused us both to start. I realized that we had completely forgotten Susan. As we both looked, I could dimly make her out, still leaning in the corner, her hand between her legs.
“That was so incredibly hot,” she said in a husky whisper.
I blushed. I had forgotten about her completely. And hearing her now, the need and urgency in her voice were clear.
She stepped forward into the dim light and looked at me.
“Are you ready for more?”
I looked down at my semi-hard penis. I wasn’t ready to come again so soon, but I was ready for more. I nodded.
“Come in here and sit on the couch.”
I obediently followed her. Mom silently padded after us, and I seated myself on the couch, my penis sticking out of my pubic hair. She stood watching me with smiling eyes. Susan straddled my hips and put her hands on the back of the couch. She leaned forward and dangled her breasts in front of my face.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom move toward us; in a moment, she was sitting on the couch to my right. I tentatively took first one, then the other of Susan’s nipples in my mouth and sucked gently.
“Be gentle with her nipples,” Mom said, her face near my ear. “Lick all around the areola and suck gently.”
I followed her advice and got immediate results from Susan. I raised my hands and cupped her dangling breasts, squeezing them together as I licked her nipples.
“Also, be gentle with them. Not too gentle, but not rough either. Use your fingertips to rub the sides while you lick her nipples.”
I ran my tongue around Susan’s left nipple and began rubbing the sides of her breasts as Mom suggested. I switched nipples and cupped her breasts again, squeezing them gently.
“Also,” Mom said, “there are lots of places on a woman’s body that she enjoys having touched. Sensitive spots that you can caress and really get her going, like her earlobes, wrists, and inner thighs.”
With Susan’s nipple still in my mouth, I nodded and began gently exploring her body with my hands.
“Mmmmm. Good, Paul,” Susan said, her voice low and her pleasure obvious. “Thanks, Beth.”
Susan took one hand off the back of the couch and reached down between our bodies to grasp my renewed erection. When she had a firm hold on it, she aimed it at her pussy and then sat down slowly, impaling herself on my manhood.
“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned.
Susan sat with her eyes closed for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of my hardness filling her pussy. I looked down at the junction of our bodies and once again marveled at how my dick spread her smooth pussy lips and disappeared into her.
“Always make sure a woman is wet and ready for you before you just stick your dick in her,” Susan said, opening her eyes. “If she’s on top, just let her do her thing,” she said, grinding her hips against me for emphasis.
She rose up on my lap and hissed, feeling my dick slide out of her. Then she plunged back down on me, her warm, wet pussy gripping me fiercely. With her hands on my shoulders, she started riding me. She bit her lip gently and I simply watched her beautiful breasts sway.
I put my hands on her hips and then reached around to cup her ass cheeks, helping her ride me. She was breathing hard through her nose, her lips tight, her face a mask of concentration. I could feel her pussy contracting about my dick, making each thrust a little more difficult.
Finally, she sat down hard, impaling herself on my erection. Her eyelids fluttered and her grip on my shoulders tightened. She rocked her hips back and forth and a low moan escaped her lips.
“She’s rubbing her clit against the base of your cock,” Mom said softly, her head close to mine.
I nodded, not completely understanding. The sensations Susan was creating in my dick, however, were incredible. The walls of her vagina contracted against me, and with a low, jagged moan, Susan came. Her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard I almost passed out. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she arched her back and threw her head back with a moan of ecstasy.
She shuddered and then collapsed forward, pressing her head against my right shoulder and making small mewling sounds. As her pussy slowly unclamped around my erection, her body heaved and shuddered, my hands still cupping her ass cheeks.
Susan merely clung to me, her body quivering with her pleasure. I bent my head down and kissed the side of her neck, bringing my hands up her back and lightly scratching her with my fingernails. I continued planting kisses up her neck; taking Mom’s suggestion, I kissed Susan’s earlobe gently.
When my lips reached her earlobe, she arched her back and pressed her body against me. I felt her pussy quiver around my erection, and her rhythmic spasms quickly pushed me over the edge. I felt my penis erupt inside her. Feeling my spurts within her set Susan off again, and she clutched me tightly, grinding her hips against me. Her pussy clamped down on my spurting penis again, gentler this time, and she shivered and released a long, low moan as she came again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned as I filled her steaming pussy with semen. My penis pumped and spurted my second load of the night into her and I hugged her tightly to my chest, feeling her hard nipples digging into me.
Finally, my orgasm subsided and I relaxed my grip on her. In a few moments, she rode the last waves of her orgasm and fell against me, limp and panting.
I opened my eyes and looked up to see Mom beaming at me. I smiled in return and planted another kiss on Susan’s bare shoulder, rubbing her back gently with my right hand.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she sat up weakly and smiled at me half-drunkenly.
“Wow,” she said hoarsely.
“Yeah.”
We sat in silence for several minutes like that, my still-erect penis filling her pussy. At a small moan, both Susan and I looked over at Mom. She had her eyes closed and was leaning her head against the back of the couch. Her right hand was pressed to her own pussy, making small circles as she pleasured herself.
When she felt our eyes on her, she opened her own and looked at me.
“I don’t mean to sound greedy,” she said, her voice husky, “but could I suck you again, Paul?”
I felt totally spent. But seeing the need in my mom’s eyes, watching her hand rub her pussy, and hearing her ask to suck my dick were all too much. I felt my penis stiffen inside Susan.
“It may take a while,” I said, nodding, “and I don’t know if I can come again.”
Mom smiled in gratitude as Susan carefully lifted herself off me. When Susan lifted off me, our combined fluids flowed down my shaft and dripped from her swollen pussy lips. She quickly dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She licked my erection until it was clean, moaning again as I got harder still.
When Susan finally released me, Mom slid off the couch and moved between my legs. With a groan, she plunged her head down and took my entire length into her mouth in one smooth motion. I gasped as she wrapped her lips around the base of my penis, inhaling the scent of my recent coupling. Her hand never left her pussy as she began to slowly bob her head up and down.
She sucked me in long, slow strokes, never releasing my penis. Her right hand was a blur, and very quickly, she started bucking her hips and moaning low in her throat. She clamped her lips around my shaft and I watched her body tense up.
With an explosive breath, she came, her body shuddering. She moaned again and I felt the sound vibrate my penis. She shuddered violently, her lips still wrapped around my erection. And then she collapsed against my leg, finally pulling her mouth back and releasing my manhood.
Her eyes were closed and she was panting with the exertion. When she opened them again, she slowly focused on my penis. Susan had pressed herself against my left side and leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“Use your hand to get yourself off.”
I turned to her and quietly said, “I don’t know if I can. At least not right now. Maybe in a few minutes?”
“That’s okay. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging, if you know what I mean.”
“Thanks.”
Mom smiled up at us as my penis slowly shrank.
Mom and I walked home very late that night. When we arrived at our cabin, Erin was there, already asleep. Mom stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. She looked at me sleepily, her eyelids already drooping.
“Thank you, Paul. I really enjoyed tonight.”
“Me too,” I said quietly.
“I love you very much.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
Erin had left the bathroom light on, so we could find our way into the cabin without turning on the overhead lights. Mom turned it off and I heard her climb into bed. I climbed the rungs to the top bunk and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.