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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 10
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, mF, mFF, teen, oral, inc
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TEN

The following day was the Fourth of July. Dwight Delozier always 
fired up a large barbeque 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 start build his barbeque 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 towards our stuff, Dwight didn't move. He was 
facing the counter, mixing a bowl of barbeque 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 Fruit 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 Fruit 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 barbeque 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 has 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 barbeque 
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 towards 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 who 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 barbeque sauce!"

His booming laughter filled the empty clubhouse as I finally 
poured myself a bowl of Fruit 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 sit out on the patio and enjoy the quiet of the 
camp.

The smell from Dwight's carefully maintained barbeque 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 10, 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 of Jenny in 10 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 towards 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 towards 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 towards her.

When I'd almost reached her, she began kicking away from me, 
towards 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 backwards 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 
laying 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 sun light 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 laying 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 barbeque 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 barbeque 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 towards 
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 towards 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 towards me. She folded her arms on the counter, taking a 
step backwards 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 towards 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.

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Copyright (c) 2002 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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