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Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Chapter: 13
Author: Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com)
Codes: mF, oral, teen, inc
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL 
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All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mom and I had dinner by ourselves that night since Erin and her 
friends ate with the Jordans. Susan wasn't in the clubhouse, and 
I was feeling kind of guilty that I hadn't gone back to her 
house. And I was feeling horny. Very horny. My afternoon with 
Gina had only made things worse in that regard.

It was still raining steadily after we finished dinner, and Mom 
decided to head back up to the cabin early. I stayed down in the 
clubhouse, playing ping-pong with Dwight. Well, Dwight was 
playing, I was just getting beaten. Badly. After a couple of 
games, I decided to let someone else chase after Dwight's kill 
shots.

I milled around the clubhouse for a little while, but Manfred and 
Jenny were sitting together on one of the couches and Gina was 
playing games with her family, so I was mostly on my own. I 
decided to brave the rain and go up to our cabin.

I got soaked walking up the hill. The rain was coming down so 
hard that it wasn't worth running. The wind wasn't blowing as bad 
as the previous storm, but the heavens had opened up on South 
Carolina. When I got to the cabin, the porch light was the only 
light on, and the door was closed. I figured Mom must be over at 
Stan and Terri's cabin, or maybe over with Dwight's wife Karen.

I climbed the steps to the porch and stood there dripping for a 
few seconds. It seemed that the rain had only increased once I 
was out of it; the sound of it hitting the roof was a constant, 
low roar. Mom had at least taken our towels out of the rain, but 
that meant that I'd have to drip across the cabin floor to the 
bathroom in order to get a dry one.

I decided that there was really no helping it, and reached for 
the screen door. I opened the cabin door, quickly stepping 
inside, then shut it and absently reached back for the light 
switch. I flipped the switch and stopped dead in my tracks, in 
shock.

Mom was on the bed, her legs thrown wide, her hand busily rubbing 
her pussy. I saw this in an eye-blink. As soon as the light 
snapped on, she sat up suddenly and looked at me. Then she burst 
into tears.

What had I done? I felt bad for catching her masturbating, and 
ashamed for being a little excited, but it had happened before, 
and she hadn't started crying. Without even thinking that I was 
dripping water all across the floor, I rushed to the side of the 
bed.

She took one tearful look at me and rolled away, curling up in a 
ball and sobbing. I sat on the side of the bed, oblivious to the 
fact that I was getting it wet, and put my hand on her shoulder.

"What's the matter, Mom?" I asked, becoming more concerned, and 
more fearful.

Sobs wracked her shoulders and she didn't answer.

"What did I do?"

She didn't answer for a second, and I felt my panic rising. I was 
desperately afraid that I'd done something worse than simply 
interrupting her.

"Mom?"

"It's okay, honey. I'm okay," she said through her tears.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Her tears were slowing, but she still shook with emotion, and my 
confusion only deepened.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded, weakly. Tears were still streaming 
down her face, but the worst of the sobbing seemed to have 
passed. I rubbed her shoulder, trying to give her what comfort I 
could, and wondered what I'd done.

"Was it something I did?" I asked tentatively, plaintively.

She rolled towards me and looked up, eyes filled with unshed 
tears. My heart felt like it was going to burst; I had no idea 
what I could do for her to make her feel better. I had no idea 
why she was so upset.

She looked at my face, so filled with concern for her and my own 
panic, and her eyes softened.

"No, baby," she said. "It's not your fault."

Seeing her like this, I felt my own emotions well up, and had to 
blink back tears myself. I was confused and becoming frantic, and 
my emotions were plainly graven upon my face.

I stood up, bitterly determined not to cry myself, and stepped 
towards the bathroom. I pulled the entire box of tissues from the 
back of the toilet and returned to the bed. Mom had sat up when I 
stood, and now sat with her legs tucked under her, shoulders 
slumped, silent sobs shaking her whole body.

I sat down next to her and extended the box of tissues. She 
pulled several and dabbed at her tear-streaked face. She blew her 
nose as well, but her sobs never abated.

"What's the matter?" I asked again.

"I'm just so... frustrated," she said, balling her hand into a fist 
and squeezing the tissues.

Frustrated? At what? At me? "Do you want me to leave?"

She looked up at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed and still tear-
filled, her nose was red, and her cheeks were blotchy. She was a 
mess. And my heart threatened to burst again when I thought she 
would ask me to leave. She saw my anxiety, my rising panic, and 
her expression softened.

"No, baby. You don't have to leave."

She leaned against me and I instinctively put my arm around her, 
not knowing what else to do. She sobbed silently against me and I 
just held her. After a few minutes, she calmed down somewhat and 
reached for the Kleenex again. I held the box out to her 
silently, and she pulled more tissues, quietly dabbing her face. 
She blew her nose again and I worked up the courage to ask the 
question that was burning in my mind.

"Are you mad at me for coming to the cabin?" I asked hesitantly.

She shook her head mutely and I breathed a silent  sigh of 
relief.

"Then what's the matter?" I asked, quietly confused.

"This morning there was Erin," she said. "And then the hot water 
heater broke, and then your father called, and now you're here." 
It was like a dam had burst within her; she was pouring forth her 
emotions in one tremendous rush.

"You want me to leave?" I asked again, quietly, my eyes stinging.

"No," she said softly. She could hear the hurt and the fear in my 
voice, and the confusion. She hugged me tightly, sniffling 
softly. "No. I'm glad you're here."

"You want to talk about what's the matter?" I asked, repeating 
the words she'd said to me so many times before.

She nodded. Then she shook her head. Then she nodded again, 
reluctantly. She laughed ruefully at herself and sniffled. She 
looked up at me and smiled wanly. Then she lowered her head again 
and sat back. I let my arm fall from about her shoulders and she 
took a deep breath.

"This morning, Erin woke up right in the middle..."

I knew what she was trying not to say. I'd seen her slowly 
masturbating, and I knew she'd been interrupted when Erin had 
woken up. I nodded, but she was concentrating on the tissues in 
her hand, and didn't see.

"And then I was going to take a long bath, and...," she looked at 
me and shrugged, smiling shyly. "But the water heater broke." She 
focused on her hands, wringing the damp Kleenex in her grip. "And 
then when your dad called and said he wouldn't be home tonight, I 
wanted to scream. So I came up here early so I could..."

I nodded again and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. She 
sniffled and smiled ruefully.

"Well, you know what I came up here for," she said softly. "You 
saw."

"I'm so sorry," I breathed. "I didn't know."

"That's okay, baby. I know you didn't know. I'm so sorry."

She hugged me again. A mixture of embarrassment, shame, and 
excitement threatened to overwhelm me. I was embarrassed that I'd 
interrupted her, and ashamed that thinking about it was making me 
excited. I felt my penis suddenly spring erect and wanted to run.

Mom noticed and sat up. She smiled weakly and laughed, holding my 
eyes with her own. I blushed and she smiled again.

"I could..." I said, shifting and dropping my hand towards her lap.

Her expression got serious and she shook her head. "We can't, 
baby. We can't."

Something within me snapped, and I decided not to take "no" for 
an answer. I continued the motion I'd started, and as my hand 
touched her damp pubic hair, I felt the heat of her pussy wash 
over me.

She shook her head again, putting her hand on my arm, as if to 
pull me pack. My finger brushed against her clit and she stopped. 
I rubbed the hood over the engorged little nubbin and she closed 
her eyes, drawing a deep, shuddering breath. I boldly continued 
rubbing her and she moaned softly.

Her hand was still on my arm, her fingers light and warm on my 
skin, but I shifted and began rubbing her clit in small circles. 
She took another trembling breath and swallowed hard. I felt the 
heat and moisture of her pussy on my fingers, and began to spread 
her outer labia.

Emotions warred on her face, but I forged ahead. I parted her 
lips and slowly inserted a finger inside her. She was slippery 
and hot, and I relished the feeling against my skin. She 
shuddered again, and whimpered. She quivered as I caressed her 
inner lips, and with a moan, she finally removed her hand from my 
arm.

With my free right hand, I pushed her back down on the bed and 
shifted between her legs. She tried weakly to push me back, but I 
wiggled my finger against her clit and her resistance crumbled.

I pushed her legs apart with my shoulders and settled between 
them. I inhaled her scent and marveled as I took my first close 
look at a woman's pussy. With a thrill, I realized that I wanted 
to lick her, to taste her. My emotions soared as I thought to 
myself that the first women I wanted to go down on was my mom. My 
penis swelled further, trapped between my stomach and the sheets, 
and I studied her.

Her trimmed pubic hair was moist from her fluids and her labia 
were coated as well. I inhaled her again, relishing the musky 
scent of her arousal, and darted my tongue forward. I licked up 
her slit and she shuddered. The taste was like nothing I'd ever 
experienced. It was tangy, and sweet, with a metallic hint, and I 
decided that I liked it. I liked it very much. I wanted more.

I pressed my face against her damp curls and licked the length of 
her slit. My nose was pressed into her mons, her pubic hair 
tickling me, but I didn't care. I was lost in the moment, my 
senses overloaded with her arousal.

I flicked my tongue up under the hood of her clit and caught the 
fleshy berry with the tip. She shivered and moaned again. I 
spread her thighs with my hands and pulled my mouth back. I 
thought back to what Stacy had taught me. It seemed like years 
ago, but was really the day before. I heard her voice in my head, 
and gently kissed the crease between Mom's thigh and pussy.

She shuddered and gasped, arching her back and lifting her hips 
against me. I kissed all around her pussy, rubbing my cheeks 
against her, listening to her catch her breath as I brushed 
against her clit. I buried my face in her pussy again, darting my 
tongue inside the folds of her labia.

She moaned and I began to lick her in earnest. I slowly inserted 
one finger into her sheath and circled her hooded clit with my 
tongue. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I was enjoying 
myself. Stacy's words echoed in my mind, and I tried to pay 
attention to every part of Mom's pussy at once.

I caught myself starting to panic, thinking that she wouldn't 
enjoy what I was doing, and I slowed down. I took a deep breath 
and went back to sucking on her clit. Her soft pubic hair brushed 
against my face as I moved my lips side to side, caressing her 
sensitive glans with my tongue.

I slipped my finger further inside her and felt her shudder as I 
lifted the tip. She began to lift her hips against me as I 
started slowly thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was 
getting close, I could tell, and I wanted to make her come. Her 
clit had appeared from under its protective hood and I was busily 
circling it with my tongue.

Slipping a second finger inside her, I felt her shudder as I 
spread her open further. I crooked my fingertips up and she 
bucked her hips against me. Her legs were pressing against my 
shoulders as she tensed, and I knew her orgasm was approaching 
quickly.

I flattened my tongue against her clit and started rolling it 
around, thrusting my fingers side to side in her pussy. She began 
to buck her hips in earnest, moaning and trying to hump my face. 
I kept up the rotating pressure on her clit and flicked my 
fingers against the roof of her pussy.

She tensed up under me and her pussy gushed around my fingers. 
They were gripped by her spasming muscles as I kept up my assault 
on her clit. She thrust her hips against me, hard, and let out a 
low, continuous moan.

Her moan rose to an almost-wail as she came, the sound of the 
rain outside drowning out the possibility of anyone hearing. Her 
clit abruptly disappeared under its hood and I stopped licking, 
instead merely kissing her slippery and spread lips.

She finally relaxed as the last throes of her orgasm subsided, 
and I heard her panting. I lifted my head and looked up at her, 
from between her flattened breasts. Her arms were flung wide and 
her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her hips still 
twitched as I slowly kissed her mons. I touched the base of her 
clit and she started, her breath catching as a tremor passed 
through her.

I lifted myself onto my haunches and scooted forward. My thighs 
pressed against hers and I looked down in wonder as she lay 
before me. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized that I had 
just made her come. She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and 
her chest heaved, and she was the most beautiful sight I'd ever 
seen.

I scooted forward a little more, and grasped my penis by the 
base. I rubbed the tip against her slick lips, taking care to 
avoid her sensitive clitoris.  When the head of my cock was good 
and lubricated, I slipped it inside her. She moaned as my length 
sank into the depths of her pussy.

I luxuriated in the silken feel of the walls of her vagina, 
gripping me like a warm glove. I pulled out and slowly sank into 
her again. I had just started slowly thrusting against her when 
her eyes popped open and she looked at me.

"Paul!" she exclaimed, panic in her voice.

I thrust forward and her eyes fluttered and closed.

"Oh, God," she breathed as I slid into her.

I pulled out and buried myself in her again and she moaned, 
obviously enjoying the feeling of my cock filling her. I 
withdrew, poised to plunge into her again, and her eyes popped 
open again. She looked up at me, eyes filled with tears.

"Paul, baby. Please. Stop," she said urgently. "We can't." She 
almost sobbed.

I looked at her, confused, and stayed my hips.

Her eyes softened and she blinked back tears. "We can't have sex, 
honey. We can't," she said softly.

"But..." My eyes burned and I stared down at her in 
incomprehension.

She put her hand on my abdomen and shook her head. "I'm sorry, 
Paul. I'm so sorry."

"But..."

"We can't."

Her eyes were pleading.

I'd seen her face when I was thrusting into her. I'd felt her 
respond against me. I knew that if I plunged into her again, she 
couldn't resist me. She wouldn't resist me. She enjoyed it as 
much as I did, and the only thing sustaining her resistance now 
was the fact that my cock was only barely inside her. All I had 
to do was sink my length into her pussy, and she wouldn't say no.

One quick thrust of my hips, and I'd have everything I wanted. As 
I looked into her desperate eyes, wide with fear and 
apprehension, I knew that if I did, she would let me. And I knew 
that she would never forgive herself. I don't know how I knew, 
but I did. It was a certainty inside me as solid and tangible as 
my own desire for her.

In all my life, I have never made a harder decision. I wanted 
her. I wanted her more than I'd wanted anything in my life. And I 
knew that if I took her, I would never be the same. I would lose 
that part of my mother that I loved the most.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply through my nose. Her hand 
quivered on my stomach, my cock still spreading her labia, the 
head just inside her. I could feel the heat and moisture of her 
pussy beckoning to me. It was a siren song that I didn't want to 
resist.

I was suddenly conscious of the rain on the cabin roof and the 
feeling of the cool, humid air around me. I concentrated on the 
texture of the sheets beneath my knees, the smooth skin of her 
thighs, spread before me.

My mind returned to thoughts of her, and I savored the few 
thrusts during which I'd been buried within her. The feeling was 
palpable; it was so real that it hurt to think of giving it up. I 
drew another breath, my eyes still clamped shut.

I wanted her, regardless of the consequences.

With a sigh, I made my decision.

I moved my hips, and with an inaudible groan, I sat back, my cock 
slipping free of the steamy confines of her pussy.

As I sat back, her hand fell from my abdomen and she drew a deep, 
shuddering breath. I slumped forward, my head bowed, disappointed 
and, in some small way, proud of myself. I knew I'd made the 
right choice. But I didn't have to like it. I closed my eyes and 
felt the cool air bathe my heated erection.

I heard her moving, a rustling of the sheets, but I didn't want 
to open my eyes. I was reliving the feeling of being inside her, 
relishing every nuance as I recalled slipping into her pussy.

With a start, I felt her hands on my erection. I opened my eyes 
to find her sitting up and looking at me, her own eyes glittering 
with unshed tears. She gifted me with a smile full of gratitude 
and love. I smiled glumly in reply. I didn't want to be happy. 
Even with her hands gently massaging my penis, I didn't want to 
be happy. Especially with her hands massaging my penis.

"Paul?"

I looked up, reluctantly, and met her eyes.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

I smiled thinly and looked down. I wasn't looking at anything in 
particular, I just didn't want to look at her face, or her naked 
body. Her legs were still spread before me, and let my eyes 
become unfocussed, her body turned into a blur.

"Paul?"

I looked up again.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," she said slowly. "You know I 
love you." Her face clearly showed how desperately she wanted me 
to believe her. "We just can't have sex."

I shrugged and nodded.

"If you want," she said, holding my eyes with her own, "we can do 
anything else. Anything you want. I won't say no to you. Not 
tonight."

"Except..."

She nodded. "Except for that."

I smiled bleakly.

"Would you like that?"

I could clearly tell that she was trying to make me happy, and I 
felt guilty for hurting her. For I saw what my unhappiness was 
doing to her, and I felt sick inside for doing it. Yet I was 
unable to stop myself. I pasted on my best "I'm happy" smile and 
nodded, empty inside.

She smiled in relief, wanting to believe me, needing to believe 
me, and bent forward. She pulled my hips up with a gentle tug on 
my erection and I felt her lips wrap around me.

I don't remember a single instant of her sucking me; my body was 
functioning on autopilot. I came in her mouth, and she looked up 
at me. I smiled my false smile. I didn't want to hurt her 
feelings, especially not after the decision I'd made only a short 
time earlier, in order to save her feelings.

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, pressing her 
face against my midsection. When she released me, she stood up 
and went to turn off the harsh overhead light. I rolled to the 
side and stared at the ceiling as the light flickered and died. I 
felt her return to the bed and lay down next to me.

With the susurration of the rain lulling us, I rolled over and 
laid my head on her stomach. The darkness enfolded us like a 
womb, and she simply held me as the hot tears burned my eyes and 
silent sobs wracked my body.

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Some time later, the rain died down and the cabin was suddenly 
quiet. My nose was stuffed up, and I felt the salt of my tears 
making my skin tight. I groped for the Kleenex box and found it 
at the foot of the bed. I heard her shift behind me as I blew my 
nose.

She sat up in the darkness and then I felt her reach out to touch 
my leg.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you mad?"

"No," I said sullenly.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

I could hear the anguish in her voice and I suddenly felt 
ashamed. "It's okay," I said, deliberately trying to lighten my 
tone.

She sniffled. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Mom."

"I shouldn't have let it get this far," she said. "I never wanted 
to hurt you."

I sat up and looked at her, only a dark shape against the dim 
light reflecting from outside. "It's not your fault, Mom," I 
said. And I realized it was true. "You didn't hurt me."

She sniffled again. "You're not mad?"

"I'm not mad," I said firmly. I felt awful for making her suffer 
the way I had. "I love you, Mom."

She leaned forward and hugged me tight, finding me instinctively 
in the dark. "I love you too, Paul. I love you too."

I held her until she stopped crying. I found the box of tissues 
and held it out to her in the dark. It bumped into her knee and 
she reached for them, pulling several out. She blew her nose and 
took the box from me.

I smiled in the dark, and for the first time since I pulled out 
of her, I felt good.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Mom."

"Me too, Paul."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, until I felt her reach out 
and take my hands into her own.

"Promise me something, Paul."

"What?"

"After tonight, we can't have sex any more."

"We're not going to have sex tonight," I said, somewhat sullenly.

"You know what I mean," she said, and I did. "Promise me."

"And tonight?"

"I told you. I'll do anything you want. Anything except..."

"I know."

"Will you promise?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Thank you," she said, very softly.

I lay back again, and she lay against me, her head on my chest. I 
liked the feeling and put my arm around her. I felt her relax 
when she realized that I wasn't angry. I was disappointed, but 
not angry. I didn't exactly understand it, I didn't want to, but 
I knew my promise was important to her. And she was important to 
me, I decided. I'd really decided that earlier in the evening, 
but the realization struck me like it hadn't earlier.

"Anything?" I asked.

She knew what I was talking about. "Anything."

I pushed her onto her back and rolled to her side. She resisted 
me for a moment, but when I touched my lips to her nipple, her 
resistance disappeared. She took my head in her hand and held me 
against her. Her nipple rapidly erected under my tongue, becoming 
a sleek pebble in my mouth. I moved my hand over her other breast 
and began rolling the nipple there between my thumb and 
forefinger.

I licked all around her areola, enjoying the feeling of her warm 
flesh pressed against my face. Her breasts were soft and pliable, 
and incredibly responsive. I lifted myself onto my hands and 
knees and moved to suck her other nipple.

My penis quickly became erect, and I felt her hand reaching for 
it, wrapping her fingers around my member and giving it a 
squeeze. She moaned as I gently bit her nipple and I snaked my 
hand down her stomach, running my middle finger over her slit. 
She sucked in her breath and arched her back against me.

It felt good, making her feel good, and I forgot about my 
sullenness. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, tugging on it with 
my lips, flicking it with my tongue. I was enjoying her hand on 
my erection, but I wanted to explore her body. I pulled away from 
her and kissed down her stomach.

She whimpered when my penis pulled out of her grasp, but then 
moaned when my lips reached her pubic hair. I didn't want to go 
down on her yet, I was still having fun. But I did tease her by 
flicking my tongue into the top of her slit and pressing down on 
the base of her hooded clit. She moaned again as I moved on.

I ran my hand up her thigh, feeling her smooth skin under my 
fingers, marveling at the texture. I inhaled her scent, the heady 
musk of her arousal, overtones of her skin lotion, and the slight 
smell of sweat from earlier. It combined in my head and 
threatened to overwhelm my senses.

I kissed her thighs and she parted them for me. My penis bumped 
against her leg as I moved between them. Instead of concentrating 
on her pussy, I moved up her body, kissing her smooth belly and 
then nudging against the rounded under-curve of her breasts.

I sucked her nipple back into my mouth and ran my tongue around 
her areola. I felt it swell further, and I grinned to myself. The 
tip of my penis was very close to her spread pussy, but I 
respected my promise to her and didn't press my hips forward, as 
much as I might have wanted to.

She held me against her breasts, pulling me close and pressing 
her pliant flesh against my cheeks. I alternated between them, 
sucking first one nipple, then the other. She bucked her hips 
against me, and I slowly kissed my way back down to her sex. I 
shouldered her thighs further apart and lay on the bed, my 
erection pressed against my stomach.

I smelled the tantalizing scent of her arousal and parted her 
lips with my tongue. She was already very wet and I tasted her 
tangy sweetness. With one hand, I spread her labia and began to 
lick her. She responded against me as my tongue probed her hooded 
clit.

I pulled back, teasing her, and sucked her fleshy inner lips into 
my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. She put her hands on my 
head and arched her back again as I released her inner lips and 
concentrated on her clit.

I could tell she was still sensitive from earlier, because she 
started every time my tongue flicked up under her hood. So I 
pressed against the base of her clit with my hand and 
concentrated on her slit. While I licked between the folds of her 
inner and outer lips, I moved my right hand up and slowly 
inserted a finger into her slick pussy. I quickly inserted 
another and she moaned.

I started moving my left fingers in slow circles at the base of 
her clit, imitating the motion I'd seen her perform when I'd 
secretly watched her masturbate. She moaned again, and I sped the 
motions of my fingers in her pussy.

She came quickly, her pussy clutching at me. I felt a rush of 
moisture surround my fingers and she bucked her hips against me. 
A long, low moan escaped her lips as she arched and tensed 
against me.

When her orgasm subsided and she relaxed, I slowly pulled my 
fingers from her. She hissed as they withdrew, and I kissed the 
top of her slit. Her hips jerked against me and she tried to push 
me away with her hands. I resisted her, but started kissing her 
inner thighs, avoiding her sensitive clit.

I kissed my way back up her stomach, playfully nipping at one of 
her nipples as I passed, and then rolled to my back, next to her. 
She languidly rolled against me and I put my arm around her.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked, wonder and the 
lingering effects of her orgasm making her breathless.

"A friend," I said evasively.

"Susan?"

I shook my head, then realized she couldn't see the motion. "No."

"Who then?"

I chuckled. "It wouldn't be fair to kiss and tell." I was 
enjoying teasing her.

She could tell, and dug her fist into my ribs. I tried to escape 
and she relented.

"Gina?" she asked.

My breath caught and I didn't answer. How could mom know that I 
liked Gina? Finally, in my best I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-
about voice, I asked her, "What makes you think that?"

She laughed. I started to get angry, but I quickly realized that 
her laughter was light and teasing. "Because she likes you. And 
you like her too, don't you?"

"I..."

I was at a loss for words.

She nudged me in the ribs again, and she knew. She could hear it 
in my voice. In that one syllable there was a wealth of unspoken 
information.

"What makes you think Gina likes me?" I asked, hoping to deflect 
Mom's startlingly astute question.

"I don't know," she said, still teasing me. Then she took pity on 
me, and got serious. "The way she acts around you. The way she 
looks at you. Trust me, she likes you."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. I desperately wanted to know. 
My heart soared, thinking she might be right.

She propped herself on one elbow, and I could feel her looking at 
me in the darkness. "Paul," she said softly, "I was a 15-year-old 
girl once too, you know."

Thank goodness she couldn't see me blush.

"Does she look at you and sigh sometimes?" she asked.

My silence was all the answer she needed.

"Does she touch you more often? Little things maybe, like 
touching your arm, or giving you a hug?"

Once again, my gape-mouthed silence was answer enough.

"Trust me, honey," she said gently, "she likes you."

I closed my mouth with a clomp and Mom laughed.

"Didn't think I was paying attention, did you?" she asked, 
teasing me.

She laughed again and lay her head back on my chest. She chuckled 
deep in her throat and then we lay silently for many minutes.

My mind was awhirl. I was frantically thinking about all the 
times Gina had done the things Mom had said. There was the 
orange, but that was a small thing. And the way she looked at me 
when we were laying out on the raft. Then she had asked me to rub 
oil on her back. And when we were on top of the rock, earlier in 
the day, she was looking at me again, and smiling. She took my 
hand when we walked back around to find Manfred and Jenny. There 
was the hug she gave me before we entered the clubhouse. I was in 
shock. And excited. And...

My train of thought was interrupted when I felt Mom's hand on my 
erection. She stroked me gently.

"Are you in a better mood now?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I answered emphatically, nodding my head.

"You want me to take care of this for you?" She squeezed my hard-
on, practically purring. "I think you'll enjoy it this time."

How did she know? I thought I'd fooled her. I'd come, hadn't I? 
Wasn't that what she was interested in? A million questions 
flooded my brain, but I didn't have enough time to think about 
them. I felt her move, sitting up, never releasing my dick. She 
crawled between my legs and I felt her hot breath on my balls.

I laced my fingers behind my head and spread my legs as she 
curled up between them. She put her left arm over my hip and 
stroked me gently. I gasped as I felt her tongue circling the tip 
of my penis.

She licked down the length of my shaft and then gently sucked one 
of my balls into her mouth. I inhaled sharply in pleasure as she 
tenderly rolled it around and then began to lick the other one. 
She washed my balls with her tongue for several long moments then 
returned to my shaft. She playfully nipped her way up the 
underside then wrapped her lips around the glans.

She teased me like that for several minutes, licking up and down 
my shaft and gently sucking the head. Then she wrapped her right 
hand around the base of my penis and took me into her mouth. She 
quickly withdrew and I felt the humid air cooling my saliva-
coated cock. Teasing me, she pumped my shaft with her hand and 
planted wet kisses on the head.

I began to gently thrust my hips upward, trying to get her to 
take more of my cock in her mouth, but she continued teasing me. 
She was running her tongue in circles around the glans, and I 
groaned in pleasure. She teased me for several minutes before she 
took me in her mouth again.

When she did, I closed my eyes tightly and grunted. She wrapped 
her lips around my shaft, about halfway down, and then opened up 
and took me the rest of the way into her throat. When she clamped 
her lips around the base of my cock, I thought she could go no 
further. But I felt her open her lips yet again and slowly take 
more of me in her mouth. Her lower lip was pressed tightly 
against my balls, and I could feel her nose pressing into the 
flesh above my dick.

She clamped her lips shut and then moved her tongue over the 
underside ridge of my dick. I shuddered in pleasure as she did it 
again. The feeling of being in the back of her throat was 
exquisite. I could feel her muscles clamping down on me as her 
tongue continued to caress my length.

Finally, slowly, she withdrew my penis from her mouth entirely. 
Grasping it by the base with her right hand, she kissed the tip 
again.

"You like that?" she asked playfully.

"Oh yeah!"

"Will you come in my mouth? Will you enjoy it this time?"

"Yes," I hissed.

"I love the taste of your come," she said and then plunged her 
mouth down over my erection.

I only managed an incoherent moan in reply.

When she clamped her lips around my girth, she began to slowly 
withdraw, shaking her head side to side as she did. The feeling 
as her lips slowly raked over my shaft was intense. Once she 
reached the tip, she flicked her tongue along the slit at the end 
and sucked gently.

Finally, she began bobbing her head in earnest. Since I had 
already come once that night, I simply lay back and enjoyed her 
sucking me, knowing that I wasn't going to come too soon. And in 
a way, I was right.

She put her right hand under my balls and started massaging me. 
For a panicked moment, I thought she was going to stick her 
fingers in my ass, but she simply rubbed gently. The feeling was 
intense, and sooner than I had expected, I felt my orgasm 
building.

Quickly, she took her mouth of my penis and clamped her hand 
around the base of my shaft, squeezing tightly. My dick swelled 
as she pinched off the flow of my semen. When my imminent orgasm 
had subsided, she relaxed her grip and began sucking me again, 
bobbing her head in long, slow strokes.

She would take me all the way to the base, then lock her lips 
around my dick and slowly raise her head. It wasn't long before I 
felt my come boiling up again. Once again, she released my penis 
entirely and clamped her hand around the base. As soon as my 
imminent orgasm had subsided, she resumed sucking.

I was madly thrusting my hips upward, trying to bury my cock in 
her throat. I felt my come rising yet again, and yet again she 
pinched off the flow. When she resumed sucking me, she began 
fondling my balls. I felt them begin to retract further into my 
body as the sensations in my penis reached the point of no 
return. She could sense my desperate need, and bobbed her head on 
my dick at a furious pace.

Finally, I could no longer hold back. With a powerful thrust of 
my hips, I buried my dick in her throat. Her lips clamped around 
the base of my shaft and her tongue began rhythmically massaging 
me. With a rush, I clenched my buttocks and began to spew my 
semen down her throat. With each geyser, I jerked my hips, 
spurting my come into her willing mouth.

It felt like I came gallons. I became hyper-aware, sensing each 
pulse of semen as it coursed up my shaft. As if my awareness had 
been reduced to my spurting cock alone, I felt her lips wrapped 
around the base, her tongue flicking up and caressing the 
underside ridge. I could feel the smooth walls of her throat 
contracting on the head of my penis. I could even feel my cock 
expanding with each spurt, filling her mouth completely.

Finally, agonizingly, I felt my spurts dwindle to little more 
than a slow gush. I opened my eyes and saw stars. I realized that 
I still had my buttocks clenched, and that I had raised my hips, 
and Mom, off the mattress. With a start, I realized that my hands 
were clutching at the sheets, clawing into the bed. I slowly 
relaxed my buttocks and lowered my hips, releasing my death grip 
on the sheets at the same time.

I felt her pull her lips back slightly. As her throat contracted 
to swallow my massive load, I jerked my hips again. The head of 
my penis was incredibly sensitive, and even the normally smooth 
walls of her throat created firebursts of intense, overpowering 
pleasure as they rubbed against my sensitive glans. She pulled 
back a little more, and swallowed again, causing lances of 
intense sensation to shoot through me. I jerked my hips again, 
involuntarily, and rolled my head back, closing my eyes tightly.

As she slowly withdrew my penis from her mouth, I experienced a 
powerful feeling of pleasure mixed with almost-pain. The pleasure 
was simply so concentrated and overwhelming that it inundated my 
battered senses.

Finally, thankfully, my saliva-coated cock slipped from her mouth 
and flopped onto my stomach. Once again, my hips jerked and I 
sucked in a quick breath through my nose, my lips closed tight in 
pleasure. I lay there, breathing deeply through my nose, 
twitching with bursts of sensation from my slowly softening 
penis. She kissed the base of my shaft and then began planting 
butterfly-light kisses along the tops of my thighs. Then she 
kissed my balls and inhaled deeply. She exhaled slowly, and her 
warm breath washed across my scrotum, sending another wave of 
pleasure crashing over me.

Finally, she lay her head down on my thigh as I continued to 
twitch and shudder. After a few minutes, she crawled up beside me 
in bed and I wrapped my arm around her. In the still of the rain-
soaked night, we both fell soundly asleep.

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