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Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Chapter: 01-15
Author: Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com)
Codes: MF, mF, mFF, mf, FF, oral, anal, first, inc, voy, exhib,
       pett, mast, rom, nc
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL 
nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or 
language, please DO NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER ONE

I hung up the receiver and sat in silence for several moments, 
looking at the note I'd written on the pad next to the phone.

"Who was on the phone, honey?" my wife asked from the door to my 
office.

"Hmm?" I shook my head, lost in thought. "Sorry dear. What did 
you say?"

"I asked who was on the phone," she said again, indulgently.

"Mom."

"Oh? You didn't talk long."

"No."

Seeing the expression on my face, my wife grew concerned.

"Is everything alright?"

Looking up at her, I drew myself back to the present, shaking my 
head again to clear my thoughts.

"Yes... well... yes and no."

She raised her eyebrows in silent question.

"Mom's fine," I reassured her. "She was calling to tell me that a 
friend had died."

My eyes were drawn back to the notepad and my hastily scrawled 
note. I thought back to a summer... a summer many years ago. But 
perhaps not so many, the memories were so fresh and clear.

Sensing that I was lost in thought, and knowing she could ask me 
about it later, my wife quietly shut the door and left me to 
myself.

-----

My story really begins when I was 12 and my family lived in 
Savannah, Georgia. My father was a pilot for an air charter 
company, and my mother was what would now be called a stay-at-
home Mom. The summer after I finished sixth grade, we went on a 
vacation that would change my life forever.

My mother and father had always been very open raising my sister 
Erin and me. They didn't flaunt themselves in front of us, but 
they didn't hide their bodies when we'd come into their room or 
any other time we might see them without their clothes.

My sister and I knew our parents slept in the nude, and they'd 
sometimes sunbathe nude in our fenced-in back yard. On family 
vacations, or at my grandparents' lake, we'd all skinny-dip 
sometimes. While nudity wasn't a taboo in our family, there 
weren't any times when we spent a long time in the nude around 
each other.

In the summer of 1975, however, that was about to change.

That summer, our parents asked Erin and me what we thought about 
the family going to a nudist camp for our summer vacation. 

I hated the idea immediately.

Mom and Dad told us that the camp, called simply The Pines 
Resort, was in South Carolina, and was run by a woman named 
Susan. If we decided to go, we were supposed to tell our friends 
from school that we were going to spend the summer at "Aunt 
Susan's." She wasn't, of course, our real aunt, but it was a 
useful fiction.

Our parents were fairly open with both of us, and we talked about 
the trip before we made a final decision. My mother and father 
certainly seemed enthusiastic, and Erin was all in favor of the 
trip -- especially when Mom and Dad started telling her about the 
camp.

They told us about the big spring-fed lake, the playground, the 
games, the sports, and all the other fun things to do at the 
camp. When they told us that the camp was a 'family camp' and 
that there would be other kids our age there, that seemed to 
cinch it for Erin.

She was two and a half years younger than me, and hadn't entered 
puberty yet. Of course she would love to go... she didn't have an 
awkward and slightly pudgy body just beginning to sprout all the 
usual hair!

At 12, my body had just started changing, and the LAST thing that 
I wanted to do was take my clothes off for a month at a nudist 
camp! I was embarrassed enough at the changes my body was 
undergoing -- I didn't want the added embarrassment of everyone 
else knowing too.

I sulked, in the self-centered way only a 12-year-old can, and my 
parents wisely let me stew about things for a few days. Erin, on 
the other hand, constantly wheedled me over the next few days. 
She obviously couldn't fathom why I wouldn't jump at the 
opportunity to go to such a fun place.

Indeed!

A few days later, my mom brought up the subject again when we 
were alone in the kitchen. I guess she knew she'd have a better 
chance if Erin weren't around to pester me too.

When Mom asked why I wasn't enthusiastic about going to the 
nudist camp, I shrugged my shoulders and mumbled, "I dunno."

I was worried about people seeing my awkward body, and being 
embarrassed. I was especially worried about any girls my age. But 
I couldn't tell her that. None the less, I think she sensed that 
that was the problem. So she pointed out to me that there would 
be other boys my age there.

"So?"

"Well, you can meet other kids your age and make new friends."

"I don't want any new friends my age," I said sullenly.

"You can meet older boys then... or girls."

Then it hit me! I was so worried about girls my age seeing me 
that I completely overlooked the fact that if girls my age would 
be at the camp, then I could see them too.

I may have been a petulant 12-year-old, embarrassed by my 
changing body and being a little on the chubby side, but I wasn't 
stupid. A nudist camp meant nudist teenaged girls! And at age 12, 
I had discovered that girls weren't as bad as I'd thought a year 
or so before. Oh, my younger sister got on my nerves often 
enough, but older girls... Now, older girls had boobs, and pubic 
hair, and other things that I knew I was attracted to.

But even at 12, I knew I couldn't cave in as quickly as I wanted 
-- at least not without looking like an idiot, so I gloomily 
agreed.

"Yeah, I guess," I said in my best faux-sullen voice.

Mom smiled at my change of heart, "You'll have fun, honey. You'll 
see."

-----

I'd like to tell you that my life changed dramatically during the 
summer of 1975, but the truth is much more mundane. Oh, the 
experience opened my eyes quite a bit, and set me on the road to 
a monumental series of events, but in the summer of 1975 those 
events were still in the future.

Despite my original reluctance, I really liked the camp. It was 
everything that my parents had promised -- there were all sorts 
of things to do there, and enough kids my age that I always had 
someone to do things with. Once I got over my initial self-
consciousness, I guess I forgot to be embarrassed. And after I 
got over my first day's sunburn (and having to wear a t-shirt in 
the lake so I didn't get burned even worse is NOT my idea of a 
fun time), I enjoyed our time at the camp.

"Aunt Susan," as it turned out, was about my parents' age, and 
had two sons who were a few years older than me. And there were 
many other families there with kids. Some would stay for a week 
or two and then leave, some families stayed longer, and still 
others seemed to spend the entire summer there.

And I got my fill of looking at tanned and naked teenage girls. 
But when you're around nudity all the time, the naughty aspect 
kinda wears off. I'm not saying that I didn't have to hide my 
share of painful and unwieldy erections, but you get used to it. 
And it did provide me with some wonderful fantasy material for 
masturbating whenever I could find the time alone... Which was as 
often as I could, those first couple of weeks.

The four weeks that my family spent at the camp seemed to race 
by, and it was all too soon that we had to return to 'the real 
world' in Savannah.

But every summer after that, we spent several weeks at "Aunt 
Susan's."

There was only one hiccup in our family routine over the next few 
years. In early 1977, my father was hired by a major airline in 
Atlanta, and my family moved. We were further away from the camp, 
but we stayed a full six weeks during the summer of '77. My 
father had to return to Atlanta a few times to fly for several 
days at a time, but Erin and I largely enjoyed ourselves. I could 
tell that Mom missed Dad when he had to fly, but at 14, noticing 
things outside your own little world isn't really a common 
occurrence.

-----

The next year, Mom and Dad asked Erin and me how we'd like to 
spend the entire summer at Aunt Susan's. We could get one of the 
small cabins for the summer, and whenever he needed to fly a 
trip, Dad could drive back into Columbia, then catch a flight to 
Atlanta.

Dad told us he'd bid lines that had all their trips jammed into 
ten or twelve days at a time, and that he should be able to spend 
more time with us. When he was gone, he'd be gone for about two 
weeks at a time, but he'd only have to leave three or four times 
over the entire summer.

We decided to leave the day after school ended, which coincided 
with my 15th birthday. Happy Birthday to me! I looked forward to 
the camp like only a perpetually-horny 15-year-old could.

By the summer of 1978, I'd survived the 'awkward phase' of 
puberty. I'd had a growth spurt the year before, and I was 
currently a half inch over 5'7". At 15, that extra half inch is 
important! But I was still a little pudgy. Mom and Dad both said 
it was just 'baby fat' (a phrase I patently hated) and that I'd 
grow out of it. I'm sure that all sounds very comforting when 
you're not the one who's pudgy! But while I was no longer self-
conscious about my body, I certainly wasn't all that sure of 
myself yet. I don't think a self-possessed 15-year-old exists.

By now, however, Erin had begun to develop. She had smallish 
breasts and a downy tuft of pubic hair, but she was still 
boyishly slim. She didn't seem the least bit self-conscious, 
however (much to my consternation). After all, she had already 
spent several summers at Aunt Susan's, and she and her friends 
seemed to take undue enjoyment in comparing their developing 
bodies.

I guess that's just one of the (many) major differences between 
men and women.

But I digress...

Even though she was not quite 13, I could already see that Erin 
would look a lot like Mom. At 36, I had always thought of my mom 
as old, but I was realizing that she was a very attractive woman. 
She was attractive in a Mom-ly sort of way, that is. (And of 
course, as I write this, older than that age myself, I realize 
how very young 36 actually is.)

Mom, whose name was Beth, had dark blond hair and a well-
proportioned, compact body. With the past year's growth spurt, 
I'd finally surpassed her 5'4" height, and while I didn't know 
what size bra she wore, I did admire her nice, well-rounded 
breasts, which were topped by small brown areolas with pronounced 
nipples. I'd seen a lot of bare breasts over the past few years 
and realized that Mom's were very nice.

In addition, she had an hour-glass figure with a neat patch of 
darker pubic hair covering her sex. In retrospect, I realize that 
Mom must have trimmed her bush, but at the tender (and somewhat 
naive) age of 15, I simply thought her pussy was neater and more 
attractive than those of other women. Mom also tanned easily, and 
was always a rich bronze color. Erin was the same way, and her 
lithe young body was always darker than mine.

Where Mom was ash blond with a dark tan, my father was dark-
haired and fair. My dad, David, was big. At 6 feet tall, he 
towered over me. He was also stocky, and far stronger than I ever 
thought I'd be. And while my 15-year-old penis wasn't as small as 
some of my friends from camp, I hoped that I would grow to be 
more like my Dad in that regard too.

While I may have more of my Mom's height, I'd certainly gotten my 
father's dark brown hair and fair skin. Ever since our first year 
at camp, I'd had to make sure I didn't badly burn my skin in the 
hot South Carolina sun. All in all, I guess I looked more like 
Dad. In time, I would develop a build more like my father's 
powerful frame, but in 1978, I was still short and had more than 
my fair share of 'baby fat.' (!!!)

So in early June of 1978, we were all looking forward to the end 
of school and our imminent departure for Aunt Susan's.

-----

At Aunt Susan's, we usually stayed in one of the motel-type rooms 
just up from the clubhouse. The 'motel-type rooms' were actually 
a couple of rows of cinder-block buildings with rooms all along 
both sides. Most of them had a queen-sized bed and either a twin 
bed or a pair of bunk beds, with a dresser or small chest of 
drawers for storing personal items. Since it was a nudist camp, 
there wasn't much need for clothes storage. Some rooms were 
bigger or smaller, but the contents were generally the same.

This year, since my family was staying the entire summer, we got 
one of the stand-alone cabins further back up the hill from the 
clubhouse. When we got to the camp that year, things started out 
mostly the same. Little changed from year to year at Aunt 
Susan's, and the camp was just as I'd remembered it.

The entire center of the camp was on top of a very large hill 
(more like a ridge, really). The crest of the hill was several 
hundred yards behind and about eighty feet above the clubhouse, 
with a sandy 'road' leading down the gentle slope into the camp 
proper. The sandy track led all the way back out to the padlocked 
chain gate that protected the property. But once you crested that 
little rise behind the camp, South Carolina pines and sandy soil 
gave way to one-room cabins and small mobile-home trailers 
permanently parked on blocks and wired for electricity.

Coming down the hill, the cinder-block motel-type buildings were 
off to the left, and the clubhouse was on the right. The road 
continued for several hundred yards around to the left, down a 
bit from the clubhouse, towards a few of the permanent, regular-
style houses occupied by the camp's full-time residents... like 
Aunt Susan.

Where the road bent gently left to follow the brow of the hill 
towards the houses, off to the right, the ground sloped more 
steeply until it leveled out before the large freshwater lake. 
While the lake was spring-fed, it was actually man-made. There 
was a natural, and much larger, 'feeder lake' to the left. An 
earthen dam with a concrete spillway let water overflow from the 
feeder lake into the man-made swimming lake. The swimming lake 
even had a brick coping around the entire circumference, complete 
with wide concrete steps down into the deepest, tree-shaded end. 
The lake also sported a canvas-covered raft of styrofoam and 
wood, and being spring-fed, was COLD even in the heat of summer.

Down the hill from the clubhouse, on the side opposite the road, 
were shuffle-board courts and a sand volleyball court. Behind all 
that was a playground for the younger kids. The entire camp and 
surrounding woods were bigger than I've ever been able to 
explore, given over mostly to the pine tree forests and sandy 
soil that are dominant in that part of the country.

The clubhouse itself was often the center of life for the camp. 
There were several screen doors into the clubhouse, but I almost 
always used the side door next to the sandy road. Inside the cool 
confines of this large building, there were a few ping-pong 
tables, an old pool-hall-style pool table with the coin slots 
removed, and an air-hockey table (that always seemed to need 
fixing).

Towards the back of the building, and to the right of the game 
tables, there was a big bathroom area with a wall of sinks and an 
open shower area. I know it sounds strange, but this was a nudist 
camp, so there really was no need for privacy in the showers. 
There was, however, a door off the shower area that lead to a 
room containing several stalls and toilets.

Past the game tables, and the wall holding the sinks and 
'containing' the bathing area, the bulk of the clubhouse 
unfolded. Off to the left, the front of the building, there was a 
large fireplace with almost a dozen couches to the sides and in 
front of it. None of the couches matched each other, and must've 
all been donated to the camp. Behind the couches, and past the 
game tables (on the other side of the wall on the side of the 
bathing area), were all sorts of tables and chairs.

On the far side of the back wall was the kitchen. The kitchen 
area was fronted by a long counter, with curtained-off storage 
space underneath it. Behind the counter, on the back wall, there 
was a row of stoves, followed by several sinks, each separated by 
about a foot of counter. On the back of the bathroom 'sink wall' 
there were refrigerators. There were probably a dozen stoves and 
half as many large sinks, as well as at least 8 refrigerators.

Each family brought a couple of baskets (we used laundry baskets) 
full of food and drinks. Everyone picked out their own area under 
the counter and in the refrigerators, and it was mostly on the 
honor system. There were no names on stuff in the refrigerators, 
but most everyone put their family name on the food baskets under 
the counters. You just knew where your stuff was, and anything 
that wasn't your stuff, you left alone.

Out the far side door of the clubhouse, the one opposite the side 
door near the road, was a large patio, with steps leading down to 
the shuffle-board and volleyball areas. Out the 'front' door of 
the clubhouse, in the wall opposite the kitchen area, there was a 
grassy lawn that stretched all the way down the hill to the lake.

That was the world of Aunt Susan's camp, and my family was here 
for the entire summer. We pulled up to our new home away from 
home and all of us got out to stretch, stiff from the long drive 
from Atlanta. We also wanted to look at the cabin's 
accommodations.

The cabin that we'd gotten was quite a bit larger than the motel-
style room we usually stayed in, but it was still small. It still 
had the bunk beds, and one queen-sized bed, but it also had a 
cloth-covered couch and a pair of easy chairs. And best of all, 
it had a small but private bathroom, complete with a bathtub and 
hot water (courtesy of a small water heater in a closet on the 
back wall). The front was a covered porch with a pair of rocking 
chairs flanking the entrance.

Inside, it was really one big room, with the bunk beds 
immediately on the left, the larger bed in the left rear corner, 
the bathroom in the right rear corner, and the sitting area off 
to the right of the door. Once we'd scouted out the inside of the 
cabin (a tour that took all of 30 seconds), we began to unload 
Mom's station wagon.

We unloaded our folding lawn chairs and loungers first, stacking 
them up on the front porch of the cabin. Next came the two large 
bags with bedding and pillows, bath towels, and the family's 
beach towels. And finally, we unloaded our travel bags stuffed 
with flip-flops, bathroom stuff and other vacation items every 
nudist family needs (frisbees, swim fins, masks and snorkels, and 
other goodies...).

Dad then drove us all down to the clubhouse to unload the food 
and drinks. When we got to the clubhouse, it was late in the 
afternoon, and there were few people there -- mostly older 
couples who were year-round residents. Mom and Dad said hello to 
most of them as Erin and I began lugging in the baskets of food 
and drinks.

Her greetings finished, Mom came over to the kitchen area to 
supervise our unloading, and to claim an area under the counter 
and in one of the refrigerators. Mom would periodically have to 
drive back into town to shop for more groceries, but for the time 
being, we were set.

Once all the unloading was completed at the clubhouse, we all 
piled back into the car and drove back up the hill to the cabin. 
Dad parked the car around behind the cabin while Mom, Erin, and I 
all went inside to unpack.

Erin and I opened our suitcases and simply dumped the contents on 
our bunk beds. By long tradition, I took the top bunk, and I 
simply slung my suitcase up there after extracting my towel and 
flip-flops. Erin was doing much the same thing.

The unpacking completed finally, we all shed our clothes. After 
we'd gotten our clothes off, Erin and I made a beeline for the 
screen door. Mom called out from across the room where she was 
unpacking on the larger bed.

"Whoa! Stop!"

Erin and I pulled up short of the door and looked back at Mom.

"Paul, come here," she said, extracting the sun block from one of 
her bags. "You go on, Erin."

I sighed and started walking towards her. It was a familiar 
routine, and while I hated getting a sunburn, I also really 
wanted to get down to play in the lake. When I got to her, I 
turned around to present my back and shoulders to her. Erin gave 
me a nasty-little-sister, triumphant smirk and bolted through the 
screen door.

She always tanned better than I did, and NEVER got sunburned. 
Sometimes, life just isn't fair!

Mom squirted the cool cream on my back and shoulders and began to 
rub it in. She rubbed down the tops of my arms as I obediently 
stood before her. When she was done, she closed the top of the 
brown bottle and swatted me on the behind.

"Go on, have fun!"

I raced out the screen door, with a quick "thanks Mom," thrown 
over my shoulder as I went.

-----

The first week of summer went by quickly as Erin and I swam in 
the lake, played volleyball with the grown-ups, and generally had 
fun. While there were a fair number of people at the camp, not 
many of our friends' families had shown up yet. We decided that 
things would pick up in a week or so, and the year-round 
residents confirmed our suspicions.

About this time, my father had to take the car and drive into 
Columbia so he could catch a flight back to Atlanta and fly two 
weeks' worth of trips. Mom put on her clothes and drove to town 
to pick up enough groceries to tide us over for a week. She'd 
have to go to the grocery store again before Dad returned with 
the station wagon, but she could make the trip with one of the 
other women from the camp.

When she returned Dad was almost ready to leave. He'd brought 
along his travel suitcase, his Jepps case, and his uniform, and 
he was getting dressed and ready to go.

Erin hugged him goodbye, and when she released him, Dad held out 
his hand to me. I reached out and took it, his larger hand 
enfolding my own, and Dad tightened his grip as he shook my hand. 
But then he pulled me close and wrapped his other arm around me, 
giving me a hug. He released my hand and gently pushed me back 
with a hand on my shoulder.

Dad looked down at me with a serious expression on his face, 
"Take care of your mom and your sister."

I blushed and smiled, lowering my head in embarrassment, "I will, 
Dad."

"I know you will, Paul," he said as he squeezed my shoulder. "You 
and Erin run along now. Your mom's going to help me finish 
packing."

I heard Erin escape out the screen door behind me, surely headed 
for the lake, and I turned to leave myself. I ran down the sandy 
track towards the clubhouse, having already lost sight of Erin. I 
decided to detour through the clubhouse to get a cold Coke first.

While I was walking back towards 'our' refrigerator, I noticed a 
cap and sunglasses on one of the tables. They looked a lot like 
the ball cap and glasses my Dad wore, and as I got closer to 
them, I realized that they were indeed his. I knew he'd need his 
sunglasses for when he was flying, so I scooped them up and raced 
back up the hill to catch him before he left.

On the way up the hill, I slowed down and was just coming around 
the side of the cabin. The station wagon was parked behind the 
cabin, and I pulled up just short of the corner. There were a 
fair number of bushes growing on the back side of the cabin, so I 
couldn't see the car yet, but I could hear my Mom and Dad 
talking. I paused for a second to listen before going around the 
corner. I don't know what made me stop, but I'm glad I did.

"Do you have a few minutes?" Mom asked.

I knew Dad must be looking at his watch, as I heard him pause 
before answering.

"It'll take me 3 hours to get to Columbia, and I've got a 4:18 
show-time for the flight to Atlanta, so I'm pretty tight as 
things stand," Dad replied.

"You can spare a few minutes," Mom said.

I decided to peek around the corner at this point. Normally, I 
didn't spy on my parents, but I heard something in my mom's 
voice. At 15, I couldn't tell what it was, but it tickled the 
back of my brain and my curiosity rode roughshod over my manners.

While the bushes screened me from view, I had a decent view of my 
mother and father through the branches. The front door of the 
station wagon was open, and Dad was standing next to it. Mom had 
her arms around him, and was looking up at him as she talked.

They were an interesting sight -- my tall father in his dark blue 
uniform trousers and white uniform shirt, and my much shorter 
mother, with her already bronze-tanned and nude body pressed 
against him, her breasts flattened against his stomach.

"Beth, I can't miss the flight to Atlanta, I've got to go," my 
father insisted.

"You can make the time up on the road," Mom said as I watched her 
slowly sink to her knees.

I'd never before witnessed a blowjob, but as I watched my mother 
unzip my father's trousers, I felt my penis stiffen instantly at 
the realization of what she was going to do.

"Beth, I need to go, honey," my father protested. Despite his 
verbal protests, however, he didn't make a move to stop her.

Mom's face was level with his crotch, and she had gotten his 
zipper down and was reaching her right hand into his pants. In a 
second, she withdrew my father's flaccid penis, and released it 
to hang limply from the fly of his pants. She looked up into his 
eyes and I could see her smile as she ducked her head slightly to 
come up from underneath, opened her mouth, and then engulfed the 
head of his soft dick.

She sucked gently on the head for a few seconds, and I could see 
her cheeks caving in as she applied suction to him. Dad's penis 
stiffened rapidly and Mom put her hands on his hips as her lips 
released his manhood. My own penis throbbed in reminder as I 
watched the scene in front of me. I shifted the ball cap and 
sunglasses to my left hand, knelt on my right knee, and grasped 
my own erection with my right hand.

I turned my attention back to my kneeling mother as she tilted 
her head to the side and ran her tongue along the underside of 
Dad's hard dick. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as 
she nipped at the underside of the crown of his cock and then 
quickly wrapped her lips around the tip.

Mom then opened her mouth further and impaled herself on Dad's 
erection. Her lips closed halfway down his turgid length, and she 
made eye contact with him again. I could swear she was smiling, 
wickedly, as she slowly drew her lips back along the length of 
his shaft.

Once her lips came to the crown of his dick, she spread them wide 
again and thrust her head forward, taking him deeper this time. 
Dad tilted his head back and groaned as Mom sucked back along his 
length again.

When she pulled back this time, she let his entire saliva-coated 
dick spring free from her grasping lips. She kissed the tip of 
his penis and then began planting kisses down the length of the 
underside. Once she reached his trousers and the limit of his 
exposed manhood, she kissed her way back to the tip.

I watched as she tightened her grasp on his hips and opened her 
mouth to receive his cock again. She spread her lips and pulled 
his hips forward, thrusting my dad's stiff prick into her hungry 
mouth.

I was now stroking my erection gently, trying to keep quiet so as 
not to give myself away. I knelt, transfixed by the sight of my 
mother sucking my father's dick, and quietly rubbed my own dick 
in time to Mom's motions.

I watched as Mom began to bob her head back and forth in earnest, 
concentrating on making him come. As she sucked him furiously, I 
sped up the pace of my stroking too. Mom moved her hands back to 
grasp my father's trouser-covered ass cheeks as she repeatedly 
impaled her mouth on his glistening shaft. She had her eyes 
closed now as she concentrated fully on blowing my father.

My hand was a blur of motion, stroking my young penis furiously. 
I watched, hypnotized by the sight of Mom's cheeks and lips as 
she bobbed her head back and forth. She would suck back until 
just the head of his cock was in her mouth, then open her lips 
slightly and thrust her head forward until he was more than 
halfway in her mouth. When she stopped moving forward she would 
clamp her lips about his shaft and repeat the motion.

As she rocked back and forth sucking his cock, her breasts swayed 
from side to side with the rhythmic motion, and I was fascinated 
by the entire scene. She stroked his hard cock like that with her 
lips and tongue for what seemed like forever, but was probably no 
more than a few minutes.

Suddenly, Dad leaned forward and put both his hands on the back 
of Mom's head. He held her still as he thrust his hips forward, 
hard, and forced still more of his erection into her mouth. Then 
he stiffened and held very still, groaning deep in his chest. I 
could tell he was pumping his seed down her throat, and she was 
taking it, her lips locked around the shaft of his manhood so 
that only a few inches remained outside her mouth. She held 
tightly to his ass, holding him deep in her throat as he spurted 
into her.

As I felt my coming rising, I nearly panicked for a moment, 
wondering where to shoot my semen. But with a barely stifled 
groan of my own, I simply aimed my cock away from the cabin as I 
felt my balls finally boil over. My young cock spurted so hard 
that I thought the glistening drops of pearly come must've hit 
the back of the station wagon from where I knelt in the bushes.

Wonderful, intense pleasure surged up my shaft and through my 
groin, into my belly, as I ejaculated powerfully. I watched, 
rapt, as Mom slowly withdrew his penis from her mouth, swallowing 
as his length slipped from the back of her throat.

My father's spurts had subsided, as had my own, and Mom let his 
slowly deflating cock slip from her lips. She swallowed again and 
breathed a deep sigh, breathing heavily from the intensity of 
having his prick buried so deeply.

My own gushing penis had spewed my semen all over the leaves of 
the bush I knelt behind, and I realized with a start of fear that 
I had better vacate my hidey-hole or risk discovery. I cleaned 
off the head of my still-erect penis as best I could and slowly, 
quietly, I backed away from the corner where I had witnessed (and 
experienced) such pleasure.

As I approached the corner of the cabin, I realized that I still 
had my father's ball cap and aviator's sunglasses clutched in my 
left hand. I quickly decided to run down the hill a little ways, 
and then come back up, as if I had just returned.

As I was coming back up the hill towards the cabin, I called out 
to my dad, to give them some warning that I was coming. When I 
rounded the corner of the cabin, my mother had just gotten to her 
feet. I saw fleeting guilty-but-don't-let-it-show looks cross 
both my parents' faces. Thankfully, Dad's trousers were zipped 
up, but I noticed Mom's lips and face were still red with 
exertion, and both her knees were sandy from where she'd knelt 
before my father only a minute ago. I saw my Mom's eyes drop 
questioningly to my own recently abused (but now thankfully 
flaccid) penis. She quickly drew her eyes back up, but I'd caught 
the questioning look on her face before she suppressed it.

I ran up to my Dad, and handed him his glasses and cap.

"You forgot these, Dad. Gotta go! Have a good trip!"

Then I bolted.

As I turned the corner and started to jog down the hill, I heard 
my mother say, "What's gotten into him?"

I didn't hear my father's reply as I broke into a run, headed for 
the clubhouse.

I wanted the Coke that I'd gone in there to get in the first 
place!

-----

That night, I lay on the top bunk with a million thoughts running 
through my mind. In my mind's eye, I kept replaying scenes of Mom 
sucking Dad's dick. As I lay on my back on the top bunk and 
thought of my beautiful mother on her knees, my prick quickly 
engorged with blood and made a tent under the sheet.

I had always thought my mother was pretty, but until today I'd 
never really thought of her in a sexual way. I was embarrassed 
and excited at the same time. I replayed the whole series of 
events in my mind; the sight of Mom's lips locked around his 
shaft, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed his length, the sway 
of her breasts as she bobbed back and forth, the lust-filled 
expression on her face as she made eye contact with Dad. All 
these sights and more filled my adolescent mind, and I slowly 
slid my hand under the covers to grasp my swollen dick.

As I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to stroke slowly 
and quietly, I imagined what Mom would look like kneeling in 
front of me, looking up at me, her mouth open to accept my penis. 
My arousal had overcome my shame at my incestuous thoughts, and 
my hand built speed and increased the pressure on my young dick.

Thankfully, the bunk beds were sturdy and well-built, and didn't 
creak or sway with my furious motion. In the dark of our little 
cabin, with my sister asleep on the lower bunk and my mother in 
the bed in the corner, I masturbated furiously, all the while 
thinking of my mother's lips wrapped around my manhood.

I knew I was about to come, and frantically searched for 
somewhere to shoot. At home, I had a box of tissues next to my 
bed, but there was nothing within reach here, except the sheets. 
I didn't want to come on my sheets (and have to sleep the rest of 
the night in my own semen), so I stripped the top sheet off my 
body as I finally ran out of time.

With a rush of pleasure and a stifled groan, I came. I felt my 
hot seed geyser into the air and land on my bare chest and 
stomach. Spurt after spurt coursed through my penis and droplets 
landed on my stomach. With one final thrust of my hips, the 
spurting dwindled to a trickling and I relaxed my tensed leg and 
back muscles. I lay there quietly, clutching my erection in the 
dark, my own semen slowly cooling on my chest and stomach,

I listened for any sign of movement in the cabin. My blood was 
pounding in my ears, and my chest was heaving as I tried to gulp 
air as quietly as I could, straining to pick out any sign that 
I'd been caught. When I heard none, I quietly rolled towards the 
ladder, being careful not to get any of my sperm on the sheets. I 
climbed down and quietly padded on bare feet towards the 
bathroom.

Thank goodness for having a cabin with a private bathroom! I shut 
the door as quietly as I could, holding the knob turned so the 
latch wouldn't click, and flicked on the overhead light. Looking 
at myself in the mirror over the basin, I could see the white 
semen where it had begin to run down my hairless chest and 
stomach. There were pearly drops of my seed in my dark pubic hair 
as well, and I pulled a wash cloth from the towel bar and began 
the task of cleaning myself.

After I was done, I rinsed the wash cloth in the sink and hung it 
back on the bar to dry. I turned out the light, and opened the 
door as quietly as I could. As I crept back to the ladder to the 
top bunk, my mother's sleepy voice startled me.

"Are you okay, honey?"

I was so keyed up that I nearly jumped out of my skin at the 
sound of her voice. My eyes hadn't adjusted from the brightness 
of the light in the bathroom, but I could imagine her leaning up 
on one elbow, the sheet having slipped from her shoulders, with 
her tanned breasts gleaming in the pale moonlight streaming 
through the window. Despite the fact that I'd just come once, I 
felt my penis quickly fill with blood and stand out at right 
angles to my body.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. I just wanted a drink of water," I lied.

I heard her catch her breath, and I knew she must've seen my 
erection. "Okay, honey, sleep tight," she said quietly, not 
saying anything about my sudden hard-on.

"Thanks Mom," I said as I turned half away from her to find the 
ladder and climb up to my bunk.

I lay awake for a little while longer, while my eyes slowly 
adjusted to the dim light filtering in from the outside. My 
erection had subsided a little, but not much, and I tried to 
think about anything but sex. But every time I'd try not to think 
about it, I'd picture my mother kneeling before my father with 
his dick in her hot mouth. And I imagined the expression of lust 
on her face as she sucked him. I knew my mother wasn't fully 
asleep yet, so I dared not masturbate again.

I rolled over on my side and looked down at the bed my mother 
occupied alone. In the moonlight, now that my eyes had adjusted, 
I could clearly see her -- the covers had indeed slipped from her 
chest, and I looked down at her breasts where they had flattened 
and bulged to her sides as she lay on her back. And I knew that 
if I could see that well now, Mom certainly could've seen my 
erection as I passed only a few feet in front of her on the way 
back from the bathroom.

In time, I heard her turn over in bed. I looked down and saw that 
she had pulled her sheets up over her bare shoulders. My thoughts 
finally turned from sex as I got drowsy, and my erection subsided 
enough that I fell asleep.

-----

The next morning, I woke up before Mom and Erin, and rolled to 
the side of the top bunk. During the warm South Carolina night, 
Mom had kicked her covers free, and from my vantage point, I had 
an excellent view of her nude body. I blinked my sleep-crusted 
eyes a few times to clear them and took in the sight below me.

Of course I had seen my mother nude before. But I'd never really 
looked at her. Now, I looked at her body with a new appreciation, 
and once again I was both excited and ashamed. Her body was the 
same body that I'd seen nude almost every day for the past three 
summers. But now I saw her in a new way. A sexual way.

Consciously, I knew my parents had sex, but I'd never thought 
much about it. Now, I did. I wondered how else they did it. A 
million fantasy images flashed through my overactive teenage 
imagination. My experience with sex, until the day before, had 
been a few Playboy magazines I'd seen, crouched out in the woods 
behind our house, with a friend from my neighborhood.

Of course, I knew about what a blowjob was. But knowing what it 
was and seeing it done, especially with the enthusiasm my mother 
displayed, were two entirely different matters. Those thoughts 
faded, however, as I felt my penis stiffen and I turned my 
attention back to my nude mother's body.

The light from the rising sun filtered through the pine trees and 
even though the inside of the cabin was still dim, I could see 
her body quite clearly. Knowing she couldn't 'bust me' for 
staring, I did just that. My glance lingered on her breasts, her 
nipples crinkly and erect in the slight chill of the morning air, 
and then slowly slid lower towards her dark tuft of pubic hair.

Her legs were spread slightly, and I got a good look at her 
exposed pussy. Her pubic hair was very sparse around her labia 
and I could tell that her lips were a dark pink color. I marveled 
at the slit of her pussy from where it peeked out at me.
 
I had just moved my hand down to grasp my erection when the 
silence of the cabin was broken by my mother yawning. She raised 
one of her arms and laid her forearm on her forehead as her other 
hand groped for the sheet tangled under her. I watched in dismay 
as she freed the sheet and pulled it over her. Then, yawning 
again, her eyes blinked open. I quietly rolled over on my 
stomach, my erection pressed up against my abdomen, and hung my 
head off the side of the bed.

I watched as my mom brought her other hand up and rubbed her eyes 
with the tips of her fingers. I could see her staring at the 
ceiling of the cabin as she took another deep breath and sat up. 
The sheet slipped from her breasts as her eyes met mine.

"Morning, sweat pea," she said quietly and smiled.

I just nodded, returning the smile.

"Did you get back to sleep okay last night?"

I nodded again.

"You okay?" she asked, concern at my lack of speech tingeing her 
voice.

I nodded again and smiled.

"Just don't feel like talking this morning?" she asked, with a 
touch of amused sympathy.

I shook my head.

"You know what you want for breakfast?" she asked, lowering the 
sheet and levering her legs over the edge of the bed, still 
looking at me.

I shook my head again, enjoying not talking, and enjoying the 
laughter in my mother's eyes as she played my little game with 
me.

"How about pancakes?"

I nodded enthusiastically, smiling at her reaction to my nod.

Talking about breakfast, I realized how hungry I was. 
Additionally, the thought of breakfast banished all thoughts of 
sex from my head, and my erection shrank. I rolled over and 
kicked my feet to the ladder, beginning to climb down. While my 
penis was no longer fully erect, it was still semi-hard, and as I 
climbed down the ladder front-ways, it swayed from side to side 
with each rung. When I got to the cabin floor, I looked up to 
where my mother was still sitting on the side of her bed. She was 
staring at my penis! When I reached the bottom of the ladder, 
however, she quickly looked away and stood.

"Let Erin sleep, and I'll be down to the clubhouse to fix 
breakfast in a few minutes," she said over her shoulder as she 
headed across the small cabin towards the bathroom.

I opened the cabin door and pushed open the screen door. My dick 
was still semi-erect as I scooped up my towel from where it was 
hanging on the porch rail, let the screen door slam shut (so much 
for sleeping late, my pesky little sister!), and trotted down the 
hill towards the clubhouse.

-----

CHAPTER TWO

The next two days passed quickly.

Even though I paid close attention, I didn't catch my mom staring 
at my penis again. Each morning, I made sure that I got out of 
bed before my morning erection had fully subsided. I guess I was 
kind of showing off, but she kept her eyes firmly averted. I 
don't know why I'd thrown caution (not to mention modesty) to the 
wind, but I'd done it. Mom didn't say anything to me, though I 
know she must have noticed.

-----

Three days after my father left, a storm was brewing in the late 
afternoon. The skies were getting dark and the wind had whipped 
up. The first fat raindrops began pelting the roof of the 
clubhouse shortly after dinner. The clubhouse was crowded that 
night, since it was raining, and there was lots to do. I was 
starting to get tired, however, and was trying to decide if I 
wanted to go to bed or play another game of ping pong. Mom came 
up to me about then and said that she and Erin were going up to 
the cabin to get ready for bed. I decided to join them and we 
went to the screen door to look out into the storm.

The wind had abated somewhat, but it was still raining steadily. 
We waited for a while to see if it would slack off, but it 
didn't. Finally, we decided to go ahead and run for it, and the 
three of us streaked off into the rainy night. There were a few 
street-light type lights up the sandy road, so we could see where 
we were going, but in the storm, their light only reached so far. 
So we had to run carefully, and the rain beat down on our 
unprotected skin as we ran up the hill.

With a last sprint, Erin surged ahead of me (I had already passed 
Mom) and bounded up the stairs. I came up shortly, panting from 
the run, and turned to watch Mom run the last bit. When she 
reached the stairs, we all stood on the porch, in the light of 
the single bulb over the door, and panted with exertion, grinning 
at each other.

Mom stepped back out onto the porch steps and held first her 
right foot, then her left, out under the water sheeting off the 
cabin roof. The cascading water washed the wet sand off her feet 
and calves, and Erin and I followed suit.

Mom, still dripping, stepped into the cabin to get our bath 
towels (our beach towels were soaked where we'd left them on the 
railing earlier in the day). When she stepped back out into the 
light of the porch, she handed us towels and began to dry 
herself. We toweled off quietly, listening to the sound of the 
rain beating down on the roof above us and the surrounding pine 
forest.

Erin finished drying off and went inside without a word. I was 
vigorously rubbing my head, drying my hair, when Mom threw her 
hair forward over her head and bent at the waist and began 
toweling her wet locks.

She had been facing away from me when she bent over, and in the 
light of the single bulb, I could clearly make out her pussy lips 
between her legs as she bent over. The hair around her pussy was 
sparse between her legs, and her plump pussy lips were plainly 
visible. She ran the towel over her hair as I stared at her 
exposed sex. I had stopped drying my own hair I was so transfixed 
by the sight.

With a wave of near panic, I realized that my treacherous penis 
was quickly becoming erect. With a strangled squeak, I dropped 
the towel to cover my nearly erect dick, pretending to dry my 
pubic hair.

With a lurch, I pulled open the screen door and ran inside. As I 
entered the cabin, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mom 
standing up with a quizzical look on her face. The screen door 
shut with a bang as I quickly rushed to the bathroom to hang up 
my towel and turned, headed for the safety of my top bunk. My 
heart sank as I came out of the bathroom and saw Mom just 
stepping through the screen door.

I decided there was nothing I could do now, and quickened my pace 
towards the ladder, my cock leading the way. I kept my gaze 
focused on the ladder, and once again out of the corner of my eye 
I saw Mom look at me as if to speak. She didn't say anything 
though, and I climbed the ladder in relief, climbing under the 
sheet and rolling on my stomach to hide my erection. I knew she 
had seen the divining rod that was my hard-on, however, and I was 
once again overcome with a feeling of embarrassment mixed with 
exhilaration.

-----

That next morning, I woke early. I don't know what woke me, but 
it was still very early in the morning. The cabin was bathed in 
the same half-light as the world outside, and it was still 
raining lightly. I lay awake for a few minutes, quietly listening 
to the sound of the rain and breathing in the smell of the damp 
pine forest around us.

I heard a low sound, almost like a moan, and I realized what had 
woken me. Very quietly, very slowly, I rolled over in bed so that 
I could look over the edge of the top bunk. I looked down at 
Mom's bed and what I saw there made me pause.

The sheets were still covering her, but as she lay on her back, I 
could see the outline of her form quite clearly. She had her eyes 
closed, and as her head gently rolled from side to side, I could 
see the sheet moving at the junction of her legs. As I watched, I 
thought that she had her right hand pressed against her pussy and 
was moving it in small circles. Her left hand was at her left 
breast, and I could tell she was squeezing her nipple.

With a start, I realized she was masturbating, and I once again 
felt a familiar hardness between my own legs. I gazed down in 
wonder, watching my mother pleasure herself. With her left hand, 
she would alternate cupping her breast and kneading her nipple. 
Her right hand never let up its relentless motion as she moved 
her fingers in little circles.

I watched for perhaps five minutes, gently stroking my erection 
with my right hand, as Mom brought herself closer and closer to 
her orgasm. Suddenly, she tensed up and her right hand froze. I 
could see her legs stiffen as she rolled her head to the side and 
bit into the pillow, stifling any sound she might have made. She 
brought both legs up, with her knees to her chest, and rocked 
back and forth for ten or fifteen seconds. She did all this in 
complete silence. Once her orgasm subsided, she quietly rolled to 
the side, her legs still drawn up. I could see her quietly 
panting with the exertion and pleasure of the moment.

She lay like that for quite a while, unmoving, as she slowly 
regained her normal breathing rhythm. I don't know how many 
minutes passed before she straightened her legs and rolled back 
onto her back, where I could see her right hand still pressed 
against her pussy. She slowly pulled her right hand away from her 
sex and cupped her breasts with both hands. I watched as she 
languidly kneaded her breasts, caressing her nipples with the 
tips of her fingers. Finally, to my disappointment, she put her 
hands back down by her hips.

 From my perch on the top bunk, in the slowly lightening morning, 
I had watched my mother pleasure herself. As she lay motionless 
on her bed, I rolled over as quietly as I could, putting my back 
to the exposed edge of the bunk bed. I wanted to stroke my penis, 
to bring myself to orgasm as my mother had just done, but I 
couldn't. I knew Mom would see or hear me if I tried.

By the time I heard Mom quietly get up and begin to move about 
the cabin, the sun had come up fully and its light had began to 
filter through the fragrant pine trees behind the cabin. The rain 
had also stopped entirely, though a fine mist still hung in the 
air, almost aglow with the sun's light. When I stopped stroking 
myself, my erection slowly shrunk. It was still tumescent, 
however, as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and felt for 
the ladder rung with my toes.

Outside, birds had begun singing after the rain. The storm had 
knocked a few degrees off the temperature and the normally cool 
morning was downright chilly. Without a word, Mom and I left Erin 
sleeping and walked down to the clubhouse in companionable 
silence.

Earlier, in the cabin, when she had bent over to brush her hair 
out, I had noticed that her labia were swollen and dark pink. It 
excited me thinking about her masturbating, but I ruthlessly kept 
my thoughts and emotions in check and we made it to the clubhouse 
without me getting an erection.

As we neared the clubhouse, we could tell that the wind last 
night had done a lot of superficial damage. There were smaller, 
and some larger, branches all down the road to the clubhouse. 
When we approached the side door, we saw that there was a big 
branch, six or eight inches in diameter, almost touching the back 
corner of the building.

Once inside, we could see through the screened windows on the far 
side of the clubhouse that many of the lighter lawn chairs on the 
side porch had been blown about and scattered by the force of the 
storm.

As Mom and I headed to the kitchen area to fix some breakfast, we 
saw Aunt Susan drinking a glass of juice at one of the tables.

One of the odd things about Aunt Susan was that she always wore 
bikini bottoms. That wasn't unusual, in and of itself. Women and 
girls at the camp wore shorts or bikini bottoms during their 
period. So seeing a woman partially clothed wasn't surprising. 
What was odd, at least to my mind, was that Aunt Susan always 
wore bikini bottoms. I'd seen her in several different pairs, but 
she was always clad in something. They weren't 'granny panties' 
either, like she was simply old-fashioned -- they were usually 
trendy bikini bottoms. She just always wore them.

I had always thought that maybe she was just self-conscious. I 
didn't think much more about it, however, as Mom headed for Aunt 
Susan's table and I offered to fix breakfast.

"Thank you, Paul. I'd like just a piece of buttered toast and a 
glass of orange juice," Mom said as she sat down across from Aunt 
Susan.

"Would you like me to fix you anything, Aunt Susan?" I asked, 
trying to show off how polite I was.

"No thank you, Paul," she said. I headed for the kitchen to toast 
some bread and fix myself a bowl of cereal.

When I returned with Mom's toast and juice, and my own bowl of 
Fruit Loops, Mom and Aunt Susan were talking, and Mom had a 
concerned look on her face. As I seated myself, Mom recounted 
their conversation to me.

"Aunt Susan's house suffered quite a bit of minor damage in last 
night's storm," Mom said. Susan's house was surrounded by a lot 
of pine trees, and was set away from the rest of the buildings at 
the camp. "She's got branches, including several large ones, on 
her roof and in her courtyard. She was also telling me that the 
fiberglass roof over her back patio had many pieces simply 
missing."

"That's too bad," I said, not knowing what else to say. I covered 
up by digging into my cereal with gusto.

"It'll take several days to clean it up," Aunt Susan said, "and 
with the boys away for the summer, I'm on my own."

Mom knew a set-up for an enterprising young man when she heard 
one. "Paul would be happy to help you, if you need him."

I froze, mid-bite, and lifted my head to look at each of the 
older women at the table. I cannot express to you how much I 
desperately wanted to avoid schlepping around picking up branches 
on my summer vacation.

"I could pay you, Paul," she said, looking at me. "Three dollars 
an hour."

That got my attention. Three dollars was better than minimum wage 
in 1978! For a cash-strapped 15-year-old, it was good money. I 
chewed the mouthful of Fruit Loops I had just scooped up and 
raised my eyebrows in interest.

"It's a couple days' worth of work," she cautioned. "But I'll 
feed you breakfast and lunch."

"Oh, Susan, you don't have to do that," Mom said.

"It'll be nice," Aunt Susan replied. "With both the boys away 
with college, the house is too quiet. It'll be nice having 
someone around to fix a meal for. Besides," she said with mock 
severity, "I insist."

"I'm sure Paul would love to do it," Mom volunteered me. "Just 
make sure he's back in time for dinner at six."

I was a bit peeved at being summarily volunteered, but the money 
took the wind out of any resentment that I might have felt.

I quickly did the math in my head and thought to myself, 'I could 
make more than fifty dollars!' That was a princely sum, and I 
eagerly nodded.

"It's settled then," Aunt Susan said. "There's nothing pressing 
that needs to be done today, Paul, so why don't you come 'round 
tomorrow morning and we'll make a clean start of it?"

I scooped another spoonful of cereal into my mouth and nodded 
with enthusiasm.

-----

The next morning, Mom made sure I was up on time, and I headed 
down the hill towards Aunt Susan's house.

As I've said, Aunt Susan was close enough to my parents' age. At 
38, she was only two years older than they were. She also looked 
quite a lot like my mom. Her hair was darker and her breasts were 
different, but otherwise, they had very similar figures.

The differences between their breasts were mostly cosmetic -- 
they were roughly the same size and shape, although Aunt Susan's 
were a little rounder than Mom's. But where my mother was tanned 
a golden bronze, Aunt Susan was fair. She had dark pink areolas, 
a little larger than Mom's, that were perfectly round. Her 
nipples, however, were less pronounced than Mom's. She also had 
the same hourglass figure and blue eyes that my mother had. I 
realized with a start that the two of them could have been 
sisters.

As I strode purposefully towards her house, set about a hundred 
feet away from anything else, I could see that the thick stand of 
pines had taken a beating from the previous night's storm. There 
were branches, some larger around than my arm, littering the 
ground underneath the pines. Before I got to the trees, I could 
see only glimpses of the house itself, but I imagined the work in 
front of me and cringed inwardly, wondering what I had gotten 
myself into.

Approaching the house, I could see branches large and small on 
the low roof too. As I got closer, I could also see that the 
corrugated fiberglass panels that had covered half the back patio 
had also been blown about quite a bit. Once I got to the entrance 
to the walled courtyard, I could see plenty of storm damage and 
debris here too. I would have my work cut out for me over the 
next several days. Thoughts of easy money fled my mind: I would 
earn what I got paid here.

Oh well, it was better than spending the summer working at 
McDonalds!

-----

I walked through the debris-littered courtyard and approached the 
screen door. I didn't see a bell, so I simply opened the screen 
door and knocked on the kitchen door itself. I waited a minute or 
so and knocked again, louder this time, and let the screen door 
close. When the kitchen door finally opened, I saw Aunt Susan 
through the screen door. A white towel wrapped around her head, 
she greeted me with a smile.

"I'm so sorry, Paul," she said. "I was just getting out of the 
shower. I didn't expect you this early."

"I can come back later, if you like," I said by way of apology.

"No, no. Now's just fine," she said, extending her hand to push 
the screen door open. "C'mon in."

She stepped back as I grasped the screen door myself and swung it 
wide. I stepped past her into the kitchen, and immediately moved 
to the left towards a corner where two counters met. The kitchen 
was dim, since Aunt Susan had apparently rushed straight from the 
bathroom to the back door without turning on the lights.

As I leaned back in the corner, the cool formica chilled my bare 
skin, and I realized with a start that her house was air 
conditioned. After enough time without air conditioning, I had 
gotten used to the heat of South Carolina, and I felt my skin 
raise goose bumps in the cool, dry air.

Aunt Susan stepped forward to shut the door, and flipped the 
light switch next to it. The kitchen light came on and Aunt Susan 
turned towards me. What I saw then is one of my fondest memories. 
What happened next is one of my most embarrassing, yet humorous, 
memories.

As Aunt Susan turned to me, I saw that she had only the towel 
around her hair. In the light of the kitchen, I saw what the 
screen door and the dimness had prevented me from seeing earlier. 
Aunt Susan was not deeply tanned, I knew she didn't lay out in 
the sun by the lake, although she did have a slight bronze color 
to her skin. She was a very pale alabaster where her bikini 
bottoms blocked out the sun, with sharply defined tan lines. And 
now I knew why she always wore a pair of bikini bottoms. As my 
eyes quickly flicked over Aunt Susan's body, they stopped and I 
suddenly stood transfixed by the sight before me.

She had no pubic hair, and I could clearly see the smooth skin of 
her lips and the slit of her pussy. My penis betrayed me, and I 
got an erection so quickly that I'm amazed I didn't pass out from 
lack of blood to my brain!

It happened so quickly that I didn't know what to do, I couldn't 
very well stand there with my cock standing at right angles to my 
body. I did the only thing my panic-stricken brain could think 
of, I spun around and faced the counter, hiding my erection in 
the corner.

"Are you okay, Paul?" Aunt Susan asked, her voice suddenly very 
concerned.

I knew she probably hadn't seen my erection, since I'd spun 
around so quickly, but I'm sure she easily deduced what the 
problem must be.

I mumbled something incoherent and stared into the corner under 
the top cabinets.

"Are you okay?" she repeated, still concerned at my lack of 
coherent response.

I mutely nodded, willing my erection to subside. I could feel the 
flush of embarrassment on my neck and face, and I simply didn't 
know what to do. In the end, Aunt Susan's gentle voice came to my 
rescue.

"You got an erection, didn't you," she said soothingly, 
reasonably, in the same tone of voice that she might've used to 
say 'you have blue eyes.'

I didn't respond for several moments, and she let the silence 
draw out. Embarrassed as I was, I couldn't deny the obvious, 
especially since she'd put it out in the open so plainly. I felt 
my neck and face heat further and nodded jerkily.

"It's okay, Paul. It's natural. It's nothing to be ashamed of," 
she continued in the same reasonable tone. "You can turn around, 
your erection won't offend my sensibilities."

I couldn't! My traitorous penis was still as hard as steel. I 
shook my head, still not trusting myself to speak.

"Paul, I've run the camp for a long time. Besides, I have two 
sons of my own. I've seen a young man with an erection before," 
she said soothingly. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed 
about."

I shook my head again, not daring to move.

Her tone took on a firmer quality, "Paul, an erection is a 
natural thing, it's nothing to be ashamed of. If you stand in the 
corner all day, we won't get much work done." She paused for a 
moment to let that sink in. "Turn around, I'll cook us some 
breakfast, and before you know it, you'll be fine."

She was so reasonable. She was so matter of fact. Embarrassment 
or not, I decided it was stupid to stay with my nose, not to 
mention my penis, stuck in the corner. Besides, it's not like she 
didn't know what the problem was.

Reluctantly, I turned around to face Aunt Susan. For the first 
time in my young life, I stood in full view of another person 
with my dick as hard as a steel rod. I hung my head in shame, not 
daring to look at her.

"Paul," she said, her voice brooking no objection, "look at me."

I slowly raised my face, but wouldn't make eye contact with her.

"Paul." The one word was tantamount to an order.

When my eyes finally met hers, I could see that she was neither 
embarrassed nor surprised. In fact, she seemed completely at 
ease.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "Now that wasn't so hard, was 
it?"

At her choice of words, I blushed furiously... all evidence to the 
contrary. She saw the expression on my face, realized what she 
had said, and let a short burst of laughter escape her lips 
before covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were smiling, 
and I could tell she was trying very hard not to giggle. It was 
equally obvious that she was laughing at her own poor choice of 
words, and not at me. Her mirth was infectious, and I found 
myself grinning like an idiot in return. Her self-control finally 
deserted her, and she began laughing helplessly. I couldn't 
resist, and despite the absurdity of the situation, I laughed 
right along with her.

The tension of the previous moment banished, she took a step back 
to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair, and gestured for me to 
sit.

"I'll fix us some breakfast," she said, her laughter having 
subsided enough to speak.

-----

Aunt Susan fixed eggs, link sausage, and toast, and poured us 
glasses of orange juice. The whole time she was fixing breakfast, 
I silently watched her. She bustled about the kitchen, the 
awkwardness of earlier completely forgotten. Every time I could, 
I sneaked glances at her smooth pubis and wondered why she had no 
pubic hair. My erection, hidden by the kitchen table, swelled 
almost uncomfortably as I sat in the chair.

The only conclusion my young mind could come to was that she had 
cancer. People with cancer lost their hair, right? I was 
profoundly ashamed of the fact that I was so aroused by something 
as deadly as cancer. At the time, it never occurred to me that 
she still had a full head of hair, and that cancer itself doesn't 
cause people's hair to fall out. Cancer treatment causes people's 
hair to fall out, and if I'd thought about it, I'd have known 
that she wasn't driving into town for regular cancer treatments. 
But my thoughts were awhirl, and I didn't think that far ahead, 
as enthralled as I was by the sight of her beautiful, smooth 
vagina.

As she turned around to set the breakfast plates on the table, my 
curiosity finally got the better of me and I blurted out, "Do you 
have cancer?"

"Cancer?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She looked 
confused. "What in the world makes you think that?"

"Um... well... uh...," I stammered. "When people have cancer... um... 
doesn't their... um... hair fall out?"

To my complete chagrin, she laughed. Her laughter was tolerant 
and unconcerned, and directed at me as much as herself. She 
pointed to her towel-wrapped head and raised her eyebrows. I 
mentally slapped myself in the forehead. Of course her hair 
hadn't fallen out! At my look of recognition and then subsequent 
confusion, she laughed again, a bright, musical laugh that didn't 
embarrass me more than I'd already embarrassed myself.

Without thinking, I forged ahead, "Then why do you... I mean... uh... 
Why is your... um..." I darted my eyes towards the junction of her 
legs as words finally failed me. Thank God.

Looking down at herself and finally realizing what I was 
blathering about, she rescued me from my stumbling almost-
questions.

"No, Paul, I don't have cancer." She gave me a searching look, 
and I could see her come to a silent decision. "I shave my pubic 
hair," she said gently, still smiling at me to ease my obvious 
distress.

The look of astonishment on my face couldn't have been plainer. 
Why in the world would someone shave their pubic hair?! I hadn't 
even thought of that.

I still wasn't thinking clearly when I blurted, "Why in the world 
would you do that?" I can't believe I said that out loud!

It was her turn to blush, her comforting smile fading to a wry 
grin. I could see her trying to decide how to answer my abrupt 
and awkwardly forthright question. Finally, I guess she settled 
on the truth.

"My husband liked me...," she said, then paused to marshal her 
thoughts. "He liked it that way," she said simply. "I discovered 
that I liked it better too, so I've kept... things...," she said with 
a smile of avoidance, "smooth ever since he died."

"So that's why you wear bikini bottoms!" I said in sudden 
understanding.

"That's why I wear bikini bottoms," she said simply. "At least, 
when I'm away from the house. Around here, I don't bother much. 
Although," she said with a teasing grin that punctured my hard-
won self-control, "if the erections continue, I might have to 
rethink that policy." With that, she pulled out her own chair and 
sat down.

Once again, I blushed furiously, but she laughed gently to take 
the sting out of it. I began to seriously apply myself to eating 
breakfast, thankful for the welcome diversion.

"When did your husband die?" I asked, washing a bite of eggs down 
with a swig of juice.

As long as we'd been coming to the camp, I'd never known Aunt 
Susan to have a husband. She had two sons, 3 and 5 years older 
than me, and I guess I'd known she must've been married. But I 
hadn't thought much about it. I had been too young to hang around 
with Kirk, her older son, before he left for college. And while I 
knew Doug, her younger son, I didn't know him well. And now that 
he was also away for the summer, she was all alone in the house.

At my question, she set her fork down and took a sip of her own 
orange juice, apparently composing her thoughts. I belatedly 
realized that I might've brought up a painful subject.

"He was killed in Vietnam," she said simply, without emotion.

Though as I looked at her, I realized that her emotions were very 
tightly controlled instead.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's been almost 10 years," she said, and picked up 
her fork again. "He was a pilot in the Navy."

"Oh?" I said simply, suddenly interested.

"His plane was shot down in 1968," she said with the same tight 
emotional control.

"What did he fly?" I asked, trying to change the subject, but 
still intensely interested.

"A-4s."

"Really?! My Dad flew A-4s too!"

"Mmm hmm."

Her look prompted me for more, but I was at a loss for what she 
wanted me to say. Then it hit me!

"Did my dad know your husband?"

She smiled at my sudden understanding. "Why do you think your 
family started coming here?"

"Oh," I said simply, chagrinned again.

She smiled at me again. "Jack and your father were very good 
friends. Your mom and I met when we were all stationed in 
California. We've kept in touch ever since Jack was killed."

I blinked at her. Dad never talked much about his time in 
Vietnam, so I knew very little about that part of his life. And, 
to be completely honest, I was as clueless about things outside 
of my immediate interest. Besides, I was too young at the time to 
remember much about when we lived in California.

"We'd better get to work, though, so we can get as much done as 
we can while it's still cool," she said, standing and collecting 
her plate and glass.

During our conversation about her husband, my erection had abated 
a bit, but when she stood and I saw the slit of her smooth pussy, 
it returned full force. I gulped as she looked down at me. I was 
too embarrassed to stand up and reveal the fact that I was still 
erect.

"Do you still have an erection?" she asked with gentle sympathy.

I swallowed hard and nodded at her, blushing again.

She smiled and shook her head in wonder. "The stamina of the 
young," she teased me. She got serious quickly, though. "It's 
okay. Once we get to work, it'll go down." She nodded to reassure 
me. "Now, bring your dishes over to the sink and let's get to 
work."

Her tone said she would suffer no objections, and I complied. But 
when I stood up, the tip of my penis caught on the edge of the 
table. When I pulled back slightly to free it, it flipped up and 
then bobbed. Aunt Susan saw the motion and dropped her eyes to my 
cock. I blushed again (I had been doing that a lot this morning) 
and she stifled a giggle. With a pained and forlorn expression, I 
looked up at her and she burst out laughing. Her laughter was too 
contagious, and too sympathetic... I couldn't help but laugh at my 
own predicament as I began gathering up my breakfast dishes.

Still smiling, she looked at me across the table. "I guess I 
should be flattered. It's not every woman who has such a...," she 
nodded to indicate my penis, pausing to consider her words, 
"loyal... admirer." Smile smiled at me mischievously, taking the 
punch out of her words, and turned towards the sink.

As I walked towards her with my dishes in hand, she turned to me.

"You rinse off the dishes while I go dry my hair."

I nodded wordlessly to her and she turned to go into the back of 
the house.

-----

When she returned from the back of the house, she carried two 
pairs of work gloves. She tossed me the larger pair as we headed 
towards the door to the courtyard.

We worked hard all morning long. There was lots of storm debris 
to pick up, sweep up, and pile up to be burned later. By 
lunchtime, we had managed to clean out the entire courtyard, 
righting tipped-over and damaged flower pots, dragging off pine 
branches, and generally picking up.

And the entire time, my erection never completely subsided. When 
I was concentrating on something I was doing, it would shrink a 
little. But then I'd catch a glimpse of Aunt Susan's shaved pussy 
and my penis would surge to life again, seemingly with a will of 
its own.

I could tell that Aunt Susan was stealing glances at my penis. 
How could she not when it was drooping and bouncing every time I 
looked her way? And whenever I would look her direction, I'd find 
her quickly averting her eyes. Her earlier protests to the 
contrary, perhaps she hadn't spent much time around a horny 
teenager with a constant, and very visible, erection.

For my part, I tried to ignore it as best as I could. And I tried 
like hell not to scrape it with anything like the rough bark of a 
pine bough.

I was also surreptitiously admiring her body as much as I could. 
Constantly seeing the flawless alabaster skin of her ass and her 
smooth-shaven pussy slit was almost too much. I began to 
appreciate how attractive Aunt Susan was. Her breasts were 
similar to Mom's, and were very appealing. I laughed to myself at 
that thought; all breasts were appealing. I was mesmerized, 
watching as they swayed when she bent over to work on her flower 
pots.

It was these constant glimpses of her body, and her exotic shaved 
pussy, that kept me in a constant state of excitement.

When it was time for lunch, she brought out a clean towel and a 
spray bottle of Formula 409. At her instructions, I cleaned the 
glass top of the wrought-iron table and wiped down each of the 
chairs as she was fixing lunch.

In a few minutes, she came out with a tray of ham sandwiches, 
potato chips, and tall glasses of lemonade already beginning to 
bead with sweat in the heat. We ate in comfortable silence, my 
erection visible through the glass of the table the whole time. I 
had sort of gotten used to the fact that it wasn't going to 
oblige me any time soon (at least until I was finished for the 
day and could find someplace quiet to masturbate like a fiend).

Aunt Susan seemed to be squirming in her seat a little, but she 
stopped when she saw that I'd noticed. At the time, I remember 
thinking that she must have an itch. As it turned out, I was 
right.

-----

The rest of the afternoon was spent dragging branches from the 
area surrounding the house. By the time we were done, we had 
quite a pile of dead branches. Aunt Susan said we'd just leave 
them behind the house to dry, and then use them for a bonfire 
next week for the Fourth of July.

True to form, all the rest of the afternoon, my erection eased 
very little. My poor young balls had begun to ache at their lack 
of release, and I couldn't wait to leave for the day. I was 
thinking about where I could go to find some privacy, but I was 
drawing a blank. Oh, I could simply wander off into the woods and 
find someplace to jerk off, but I'd have to go far enough to 
avoid any casual observer. And that would mean I'd be late for 
dinner. Besides, I wanted get back to our cabin to shower before 
I met Mom and my sister at the clubhouse.

Aunt Susan knew I had to be back for dinner with my mom and 
sister at six, and by the large clock hanging under the eave of 
the house, we quit a little after five. We each collapsed into a 
wrought-iron chair, tired from our exertions.

"Are you... okay?" she asked as we sat across from each other at 
the table.

I was oblivious to what she was really asking, and I nodded.

She realized that I didn't 'get it' and pressed the question. 
"No. I mean... are you... Okay?" she asked, stressing the last word 
and nodding her head towards my erection, which she could clearly 
see through the glass top of the table. "You've been," she paused 
and I could see her come to an internal decision to be direct, 
"hard almost all day. That can't be comfortable."

I looked at her blankly, at a loss for what to say.

She realized my predicament and rescued me, a sympathetic and 
knowing expression on her face. "You can use the bathroom in the 
hall if you'd like to...," she chose her euphemism with care, 
"...wash up... before dinner."

I was confused for a moment. One corner of the courtyard, by the 
house, was covered with rich red terra-cotta tiles under a shower 
spigot that stuck out of the wall. The shower had no drain, the 
water simply ran off to be soaked up by the sandy soil of the 
courtyard. There was a concrete bench to the side of the shower 
head, but otherwise, there were no surrounding walls. There were 
pegs along the house, to hold towels or other gear, I imagined, 
but nothing in the way of cover. I could just as easily have 
'washed up' in the courtyard shower. But I would have no privacy. 
And for the kind of 'washing up' that Aunt Susan had suggested, I 
wanted the privacy the hall bathroom would provide. So I nodded 
blankly and headed for the door to the house.

In the hall bathroom, the door was barely shut and locked before 
I had wrapped my right hand around my cock and begun to stroke. 
After the ups and downs of the day, I quickly felt the surge of 
my rising come as I frantically pumped my erection. I felt my 
release approaching quickly. In a near panic, I realized that I 
didn't have anything to catch my come.

I madly searched for something, anything, to catch my semen. By 
the time I spotted the Kleenex on the back of the toilet, it was 
too late -- a white geyser of come spurted out, arching upwards, 
and I squeezed my eyes shut in ecstasy. I felt the next surge 
shoot from my cock as I rhythmically pumped the base. All the 
day's pent-up semen came gushing out in a torrent.

My legs, buttocks, and back were taut as I thrust my hips forward 
-- basking in the warmth and pleasure emanating from my penis. 
When my spurting finally diminished to a dribble, I relaxed and 
let my breath out explosively. My chin dropped against my chest 
as I opened my eyes. Glistening white droplets of semen coated 
the sink and vanity.

When I finally did extract a few tissues from the box of Kleenex, 
I gently wiped my come-covered hand and penis. I then began to 
wipe my seed from the counter. When I finished cleaning up all 
the come droplets I could find, I realized with a grimace that my 
penis was still hard. The insistent pressure in my balls had 
eased with my release, but my cock evidently hadn't gotten the 
message that enough was enough.

I waited for several minutes, but my erection didn't subside the 
least bit. The problem was that the whole time I was waiting, I 
was thinking of Aunt Susan and her beautiful pussy. In my mind, I 
replayed scenes from the day spent working together. I 
reluctantly decided that my erection wasn't going away until I 
did something about it. So I wrapped my fingers around my shaft 
and began to stroke. Again.

The second time I ejaculated, I was ready. I had a wad of Kleenex 
clutched in my left had as I felt the first surge coursing up my 
shaft. When I finished coming, I cleaned off the head of my penis 
and it finally began to shrink. My poor abused cock was red and 
shiny, but it wasn't sticking out at right angles to my body. It 
wasn't all the way soft yet, but it was close enough.

And I suddenly realized that after my release, I had to pee. I 
stepped over to the toilet and no sooner had I raised the lid and 
seat than I felt a stream of urine flowing from my penis. I 
leaned my head back and luxuriated in the feeling of release, so 
closely following my earlier releases of an entirely different 
kind. When I was done, I shook the remaining droplets from my 
flaccid penis, put the seat and lid back down (my mother trained 
me well), and flushed.

By this time, I imagined I'd spent the better part of half an 
hour in the bathroom. I hastily washed my hands in the sink, 
dried them on the towel by the light switch, and rushed out into 
the hall without even looking at myself in the mirror.

As I emerged from the living room into the kitchen, I saw Aunt 
Susan blithely sitting at the table, counting out dollar bills. 
When she looked up and saw me, her smile was bright but tired. 
Her eyes dropped to my crotch, taking in the sight of my abused 
cock. She smiled again, this time with wry humor and looked back 
up at me.

"I'm glad to see that everything... came out... okay," she said mock 
seriously, her eyes laughing with her gentle teasing.

I blushed furiously and could only nod.

She collected the bills she'd laid out on the table and stood up, 
extending her arm to me.

"Here's your first day's pay," she said, holding the bills out.

"That's okay. You can just pay me when we've finished 
everything." I knew there were at least two more days' work, 
perhaps three.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Besides, what am I going to spend it on here," I said, 
waving my hand to encompass the entire camp.

"You've got a point there," she conceded and shifted the money to 
her left hand. She held her hand out to mine. "You worked very 
hard today, Paul," she said seriously as I stepped forward and 
shook her hand.

I could tell she was trying to bolster my ego, and even though I 
knew that's what she was doing, it worked. I blushed again and 
thanked her.

Her tone immediately lightened as she said, "See you tomorrow 
morning for breakfast?"

"Yep."

"Okay. I'll see you then."

I nodded and headed out the door into the courtyard with a wave. 
As soon as I was out of the courtyard, I broke into a trot as I 
headed back to our cabin. I had 15 minutes or so before I was 
supposed to be at the clubhouse, and I still wanted to shower.

-----

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, Mom once again made sure that I was awake in 
time to get to Aunt Susan's for breakfast. While Mom was in the 
bathroom, I quietly opened 'my' dresser drawer and extracted a 
pair of red shorts. I quickly rolled them up, said goodbye to Mom 
through the bathroom door, and bolted out the screen door, 
letting it slam shut behind me (Erin wasn't going to sleep in if 
I could help it!).

All the way down the hill and past the clubhouse, I carefully 
schooled my thoughts, focusing on mundane subjects. I didn't want 
a repeat of yesterday's near-continuous erection.

When I entered the courtyard, I could see through the windows in 
the kitchen door that the lights were on and Aunt Susan was 
already moving about the kitchen. I opened the screen door and 
knocked gently on the kitchen door. Aunt Susan turned from where 
she was standing at the stove and waved for me to come in. Much 
to my dismay, she was wearing a pair of bikini bottoms.

She turned with a smile of greeting, a spatula in one hand, and 
used it to point to the roll of red cloth in my hand.

"What's that?" she asked good-naturedly.

I let the shorts unroll from my hand and held them up to where 
she could see what they were. As soon as she recognized the 
shorts, she laughed -- her light-hearted laughter was at my 
expense, but it wasn't mean. She turned back to the stove quickly 
and scooped something out of a pan and set it on the plate next 
to her.

That done, she turned to face me, still grinning. She came around 
the kitchen table to where I was standing just inside the door. 
She put her hand out and took the shorts from my grasp and met my 
eyes.

"I think we'll be fine without these," she said mirthfully, 
pointing towards her bikini bottoms. "You don't have to spend the 
day working around my... nakedness," she said with a wink.

I blushed, but returned her grin. She set the shorts on the 
counter and returned to the stove. She picked up two plates, of 
French toast and sausage links, I saw, and set them on the table. 
She pointed to the drawer containing the silverware, which I 
retrieved while she poured glasses of milk.

We ate our breakfast and talked about what we needed to do that 
day. In the morning, we planned to transplant storm-damaged 
plants into new pots and move them to the courtyard, and then 
after lunch, we would tackle the fiberglass roofing over the back 
patio.

After we finished breakfast and cleaned the dishes, we headed out 
into the courtyard to begin transplanting.

-----

We spent most of the morning on our knees. When we weren't 
digging by the side of the courtyard or the house, we were in the 
courtyard itself, putting potting soil in pots and filling them 
with flowers and plants. It wasn't hard work, especially, but it 
certainly was dirty. By the time lunchtime rolled around, we were 
both covered in dirt and potting soil. But all the plants she 
wanted to move were moved, and Aunt Susan headed inside to fetch 
two towels.

When she returned, she hung the towels on the dowels on the wall 
of the house and bent to strip her bikini bottoms off. She 
stepped onto the terra-cotta tiles and turned on the water. As 
she stepped into the spray, she gasped as the cold water rushed 
over her. She quickly rinsed her front off, holding her feet 
under the water, and I prayed not to get an erection.

When Aunt Susan turned to face me, leaned her head back into the 
stream of cold water, and raised her arms to smooth her hair 
back, I lost it. The sights of her raised and water-slick 
breasts, her nipples fully erect from the cold, and her beautiful 
smooth vagina were more than enough to demolish any self-control 
I might have hoped to maintain. With a groan, I felt my penis 
jerk and stiffen, coming fully erect in a matter of moments.

She stepped out of the flow of water and ran her hands over her 
hair, wringing out the cold water, and opened her eyes to look at 
me. At my guilty, embarrassed expression, her eyes dropped to my 
jutting cock. She didn't say anything as she raised her eyes to 
hold my own and smiled sympathetically.

As she stepped to the side to retrieve her towel and I stepped 
into the water she'd left running, she turned and said, "I hope 
the cold water does you some good."

With a teasing chuckle, she began to dry off. The water was 
shockingly cold, but it felt good washing off the dust and grit 
of our morning's exertions. As I turned to rinse my back, I saw 
Aunt Susan bend over to dry her legs. I paused for a second to 
appreciate her upturned ass, and then let my eyes drift lower to 
where her shaved pussy lips protruded between the tops of her 
thighs. I could clearly see the shape of her labia, and thought I 
could see her inner lips peeking out. The cold water did little 
to discourage my erection, especially as I stared at Aunt Susan's 
round white ass and smooth pussy.

I realized with a start, however, that she was no longer drying 
her legs. With panic verging on terror, I realized she was 
looking back at me, still bent over. Our eyes met and I knew she 
must realize what I had been looking at only a moment before.

And then she winked at me!

I inhaled a mouthful of water and sputtered, trying to catch my 
breath. When I had finally stopped coughing, she was laughing and 
wrapping the towel around her head. She stood up, still laughing, 
and without a backward glance walked into the kitchen.

I stood stock still and tried to think of what to do. I was 
mortified at being caught looking at her pussy. I stood in the 
stream of cold water, oblivious to its chill, and wondered what I 
was going to say to her. And then it dawned on me that she had 
stood still, bent over, for several seconds after she had 
finished drying her legs. When she caught me looking at her, she 
was simply waiting, bent over, as if on display.

Realization came crashing over me. She had wanted me to look!

Despite the fact that I fervently wanted to jerk off right there 
in the cold water of the shower, I was too exposed. Aunt Susan 
could come to see what was keeping me at any time, and I wasn't 
ready for that kind of exhibition yet.

I shut off the cold water and quickly toweled off. As I dried my 
hair, my mind was still awhirl, trying to rationalize the past 
few minutes. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, hung the 
towel on a peg, and headed for the kitchen door.

When I stepped into the chill of the air conditioning, Aunt 
Susan, her hair wrapped in a white towel and still completely 
nude, was at the counter making sandwiches.

She turned at the sound of my entrance, "How do bologna and 
cheese sandwiches sound?"

"Uh... fine," I said in bewilderment. She was acting as if the 
whole episode from a few minutes ago hadn't happened. I quickly 
decided that if she wasn't going to say anything about me staring 
at her pussy, then I wasn't going to either. I was embarrassed 
enough as it was. But at the back of my mind, I couldn't help but 
wonder why she'd done it...

-----

After we finished lunch, we cleaned up the dishes and headed back 
out into the courtyard.

"Since the 'cat is out of the bag,' so to speak," she said, 
grinning at her own double entendre, "I'm just going to leave the 
bikini off."

I blushed, and my erection throbbed.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked mischievously, grinning at 
me.

I was at a loss for words, and she laughed again, enjoying the 
strangled expression on my face as she headed back outside.

Once outside, we went around the house to the back patio. There 
were two wood 4x4's holding up the frame of her patio roof. The 
other end of the frame was anchored to the roof of the house. It 
had, before the storm, been covered with green corrugated 
fiberglass panels. Almost half of them had been blown off and 
were strewn about the yard and the forest beyond.

We surveyed the scene and decided to go retrieve the missing 
panels before getting the ladder. It took us almost two hours to 
find the panels. Some of them were near the patio, but the 
majority of them had been blown further, caught like sails in the 
winds of the storm. In the end, we found all of them but one.

When we had them stacked against the house, we walked back to the 
garage (it was a detached building to the left of the walled 
courtyard) to retrieve the ladder. I carried the ladder around to 
the patio and extended it up into the patio roof rafters, now 
devoid of most of its top cover. As I set the ladder feet on the 
ground and leaned it against the wood of the rafter, Aunt Susan 
motioned me around to the back of the ladder.

"You hold the ladder while I go up and check things out," she 
directed.

I did as I was told. As she climbed the ladder to get her head 
above the level of the remaining panels, however, her slit was 
directly in front of me. I enjoyed a close-up view of her smooth 
pussy. As she swiveled her head above me, looking over the damage 
roof, I held the ladder in both hands and studied her smooth 
vagina from less than a foot away.

 From this close, I could clearly see that her outer lips were 
held slightly apart by her inner lips peeking out. Her lips were 
smooth and fair, and my erect cock bobbed at the proximity my 
eyes enjoyed to Aunt Susan's exotic womanhood. Mostly I simply 
stared, and lost track of time.

What seemed like forever, but was probably no more than a few 
seconds, passed before I felt the ladder shift. I look up in time 
to see her leaning out to the left, holding on to the ladder with 
only her right hand.

Aunt Susan looked down at me. "Grab the chair over there, Paul," 
she said, pointing with her extended toe, "and slide it over so I 
can put my foot on it."

I looked down and located the chair she had indicated, and 
stretched out with one hand to drag it closer.

"That's fine," she said when it was located to her satisfaction.

When she saw that I had both hands firmly back on the ladder, 
steadying it for her, she release her grip on the ladder with her 
left hand and stretched her left leg out. She looked down to 
position her left foot on the back of the chair and when she was 
satisfied that it wasn't going anywhere, she shifted her weight.

I looked up to see what she was looking at. She had her head 
above the level of the panels and had craned her neck to look 
beyond where an upraised panel had blocked her view of the 
remainder of the roof panels. When I looked back down, however, 
my eyes froze.

There, not more than a foot and a half away, her hairless pussy 
was spread wide before me. Her outer lips had parted, and I could 
see her inner lips quite clearly. I realized now that the skin of 
her labia wasn't white, it was actually a delicate pink, and the 
folds of her darker pink inner lips spread before me. I could 
clearly see the hood of her clit (although at the time, I didn't 
know what it was), and the darker entrance to her vagina. I 
remember thinking that her pussy looked like a beautiful flower 
spread before me.

I stood enraptured, held transfixed by the sight of her marvelous 
pussy. The only thing that saved me from being caught looking at 
her spread womanhood was the fact that she began to move before 
she looked back down. I tore my eyes from the incredibly arousing 
sight in front of me and looked up at her face. When she looked 
down to make sure she had her balance, and that her foot made it 
to the right rung on the ladder, her eyes met mine and she 
smiled.

My smile was genuine, knowing how narrowly I'd avoided detection. 
Her eyes slid away from mine and then she looked down. When her 
gaze returned to mine, she arched her eyebrow in silent question. 
I tried to keep the 'cat who ate the canary' look off my face, 
but from her knowing (and wry) expression, I don't think I was 
that successful.

She climbed down the ladder and we repositioned it. I moved the 
table and chairs so we could move the ladder over a bit (and so I 
wouldn't have to hang out and rely on the chair holding my 
weight), and we repositioned it against the adjacent beam facing 
the other direction. Aunt Susan moved to steady the ladder as I 
climbed up it.

I made sure to keep my hips back, so my recently rekindled 
erection didn't scrape against the ladder rungs. When my head 
cleared the top of the rafters, I looked down to make sure my 
dick wasn't aimed at a rung and flattened myself against the cool 
metal of the ladder.

I surveyed the storm damage. Many of the fiberglass panels we'd 
retrieved had simply been ripped off the nails, leaving jagged 
holes in them. The remaining panels were fairly battered as well, 
holding on to the roof with dogged tenacity, but still quite a 
bit worse for the wear.

I was about to push back from the ladder when I felt a cool 
breeze over my penis, ruffling my pubic hair. I froze... I hadn't 
felt the breeze anywhere else. At that moment, a horrible yet 
incredibly arousing thought occurred to me. If Aunt Susan's pussy 
was only a foot in front of me when she was on the ladder, my 
stiff penis, poking through the ladder rungs, must be mere inches 
in front of her. The thought aroused me tremendously at the same 
time that it embarrassed me. My buttocks involuntarily clenched 
and I could feel my penis bob in response.

I pushed back from the ladder and looked down into the laughing 
blue eyes of Aunt Susan. I was dumbfounded. I stared at her 
blankly, not knowing how to react. The 'cat who ate the canary' 
look that she gave ME, however, said it all.

I hurriedly climbed down the ladder, my penis bobbing with each 
step I took, until I was standing back on terra firma.

"What do you think?" she asked me.

What did I think about what? About the roof, or about her blowing 
air at my cock from only a few inches away? I decided to go with 
the more obvious of the two possible questions.

"I looks like we'll have to replace most of the panels," I said, 
feigning cluelessness about the air on my dick. She smiled at my 
obvious discomfort though, teasing me. I continued steadfastly, 
"I think we can re-nail the ones we have, but with the holes torn 
in them from being ripped out, I think they'll just leak."

She nodded her head, serious again, "That's what I thought too. I 
think we should just pull down the remaining panels and then 
leave things the way they are. Dwight and Karen will be here in a 
few weeks, and he usually brings his tool belt to help me fix 
things around the house."

Dwight Delozier was a carpenter, and usually did minor repairs 
around the camp when he and his family arrived. I pictured him in 
my mind, seeing him in his tool belt, safety glasses, and tennis 
shoes (it was indeed a funny outfit, but when he was working at 
the camp, they were the only things he wore). Dwight was a very 
large man, several inches over six feet, with powerful shoulders, 
the beginnings of a pot belly, and a VERY large dick. When he or 
his kids weren't around, the kids called him Dwight Donkey-dick. 
His wife Karen was a petite brunette, shorter than my mother and 
much slimmer, with small round breasts. They had a daughter 
Erin's age, and a son several years younger.

I was more than content to let Dwight put up the new panels over 
the patio. It would be hard enough work taking the remaining ones 
down. I nodded my agreement.

"I'll go get a mallet so you can take the remaining panels down," 
Aunt Susan said as I began shifting the ladder into a new 
position.

As it turned out, it was easier to remove the panels that I'd 
first thought. While Aunt Susan steadied the ladder for me, I 
simply climbed up, leaned out a little, and banged on the bottom 
of the panels. The overstressed panels popped off the nails and 
within an hour, we had the remaining fiberglass panels stacked 
neatly against the house.

While I had been on the ladder, however, Aunt Susan quietly 
tormented me. As I was concentrating on striking the panels 
squarely, my erection would flag. As my penis started to droop, 
I'd feel a puff of cool air on my dick and it would jerk back 
fully erect. The first time it happened, I was startled, and 
tried to ignore it. The next time it happened, I stuck my head 
out to the side and looked down at Aunt Susan. She stuck her head 
to the side to meet my gaze and returned it, a look of perfect 
innocence on her face. But her eyes were laughing, teasing me. 
For the next hour, every time I would begin to lose my erection, 
I'd feel a puff of cool air washing over my cock and balls. My 
cock would bob and jerk back to stiffness, and I'd continue to 
work, pretending not to notice.

When I climbed down for the last time, she looked at me, smiling 
teasingly, and helped me retract the ladder. We walked back to 
the garage in silence and I stored the ladder.

It was not quite five, and we decided to quit for the day. She 
fixed us both some lemonade and we relaxed for a few minutes in 
the wrought-iron chairs in the courtyard.

"If you'd like, you can use the hall bathroom to 'wash up' before 
you meet your Mom for dinner," she said innocently, teasing me 
with her eyes.

She and I both knew what I'd be doing in the hall bathroom, but 
her manner was lighthearted. I nodded in agreement, took a last 
swallow of my lemonade and made for the door into the house. Out 
of the corner of my eye, I watched her eyes follow my hard dick 
as it bobbed before me, leading the way.

Once in the bathroom, I grabbed a couple of Kleenex and wrapped 
my fingers around the length of my shaft. I thought of Aunt 
Susan's spread pussy as I stood underneath her and in no time, I 
felt the first spurts of white-hot sperm jet from the tip of my 
prick. I caught the thick, white semen in the tissue, leaning my 
head back and moaning at the feeling of release.

As the day before, my dick was still very hard once my orgasm had 
dwindled to a dribble of come. I cleaned myself and leaned back 
against the bathroom wall to catch my breath. I looked at myself 
in the mirror for the first time. My face was flushed with 
exertion, my breathing was heavy, and my jutting prick had oozed 
a pearl of come out the tip. I wiped away the droplet and 
released my manhood.

I waited about ten or fifteen minutes, and still my erection 
didn't subside, so I took another handful of tissues and began 
slowly stroking the thick base of my dick. This time, I actually 
enjoyed masturbating. It wasn't the lust-driven mad dash that I'd 
performed as soon as I'd gotten the door shut. I stroked and 
squeezed myself, leaning back against the wallpaper of the 
bathroom and closing my eyes, imagining Aunt Susan bent over in 
front of me.

Despite the fact that I'd only come a little while earlier, the 
images flashing through my imagination quickly had me on the path 
to another ejaculation. With a final jerk, I felt my legs and 
back tense up and semen began to gush from my dick. This orgasm 
was less powerfully intense than the first one, but no less 
pleasurable.

When I had cleaned myself up, I found that once again, I had to 
pee. When I'd finished urinating, I washed my hands in the sink 
and took a moment to study myself in the mirror. I was still the 
same pudgy 15-year-old I'd been yesterday morning, but the events 
of the past two days had opened my eyes in many ways. I paused 
for a moment to reflect on what I'd seen and done in the last 48 
hours, and I marveled at it all.

I shook off my reverie, however, and returned to the present. 
Once again, my poor cock was shiny and red, but at least it was 
flaccid. I opened the door to the bathroom, flicked off the 
light, and stepped into the hall.

No sooner had I stepped into the hall than I looked to my right 
as I heard movement. I saw Aunt Susan emerge from her bedroom, 
and in the dim light of the hallway, she looked a little 
flustered. She gestured for me to precede her back to the 
kitchen, which I did.

In the light of the kitchen, I turned to her to say goodbye for 
the day. I stopped when I saw her. She was breathing a little 
heavily, and her face and chest were flushed. Her hair was 
slightly disheveled, and as my eyes flicked over her body, I 
could see that her hairless pussy lips were puffy and slightly 
pink. Her slit was open slightly, and the folds of her inner lips 
were poking through a tiny bit.

When she saw my glance, she said, "Same time tomorrow?" as 
lightheartedly as she could.

I could only nod, holding her eyes with my own. She grinned at 
me, tilted her head to the side, and shrugged slightly. I brought 
my hand up and waved to her silently.

"I'll see you then. Good night," she said quietly.

I nodded silently, picked up my shorts, and turned for the door. 
I wanted to wash off in our cabin before dinner. And as the 
implications of what had just happened sunk in, I thought I may 
want to jerk off a third time in the shower.

-----

The next morning, I arrived just as Aunt Susan was starting to 
fix breakfast. I knocked on the kitchen door and she motioned me 
in. The very first thing I noticed was that she wasn't wearing 
her bikini bottoms.

"Ham and cheese omelettes okay with you?" she asked, looking at 
me over her shoulder.

I nodded vigorously, smiling. I dropped my eyes to her bare ass, 
then lifted them back to her face, raising my eyebrows in silent 
question.

She look down over her should at her bare cheeks, then back up at 
me and shrugged. "I didn't see the point," she said with feigned 
innocence and smiled. "Besides," she said, nodding to indicate my 
as-yet-flaccid penis, "I don't want to disappoint my loyal 
admirer."

Her eyes twinkled as she teased me, and I simply grinned and 
nodded at her. My, I thought to myself, what a long way we've 
come in only a few days!

She fixed one big omelette and cut it in half, adding toast to 
each plate and pouring glasses of orange juice. As we ate, we 
talked about what needed to be done that day.

Our last major task cleaning up the storm damage was to clear the 
roof and fix the gutters. Many small branches, as well as several 
larger ones, had fallen onto the roof. A couple of them had also 
hit, and damaged, the gutters in several places. Most of the 
branches that had damaged the gutters had fallen to the ground 
(and we'd picked them up the first day), but there were still a 
fair number of branches and other storm debris to clear from the 
roof itself.

We decided that it'd probably be best for me to get up on the 
ladder, clean and fix the guttering, and then get up onto the 
roof after lunch to throw down the branches. I decided to run 
back to the cabin to get my sneakers after breakfast, so I 
wouldn't hurt my feet on the rough shingles of the roof.

We finished breakfast, and as Aunt Susan began to clear the 
dishes, I dashed back to our cabin. I rummaged in my dresser 
drawer for a pair of socks, grabbed my shoes, and banged out the 
screen door, headed back to Aunt Susan's.

When I returned, I found her waiting for me at the wrought-iron 
table in the courtyard with the heavy work gloves, a hammer, and 
box of nails. I headed to the garage to withdraw the ladder, and 
we got to work.

We quickly established a routine that worked: we would set the 
ladder, she would steady it from underneath while I climbed up 
and cleared the gutters. When a piece of guttering needed repair, 
she would hand me the hammer and box of nails, and I would re-
secure the guttering to the edge of the roof. Our system worked 
well, and I was somewhat thankful that I was too busy to think 
about sex.

Unfortunately, that didn't last long. About half an hour after we 
started working, I felt a gentle breeze on my flaccid penis. I 
felt it twitch in response, but firmly held my imagination in 
check. I then felt the direction of the puff of air change, 
coming from underneath my penis, washing over my balls and the 
underside of my dick. I was bound and determined not to cave in 
to Aunt Susan's teasing, however, and tightly controlled my 
thoughts.

I felt a rush of triumph that I didn't rise to her baiting 
(pardon the bad pun). By the time lunch time rolled around, we 
had finished clearing the gutters and repairing the damaged 
sections, and my penis was still thankfully flaccid.

But in the process of clearing out the gutters, both she and I 
had gotten quite a bit of pine needle debris on us. Try as hard 
as I might, I still managed to drop a few clumps of pine needles 
down on her where she was steadying the ladder underneath me. 
There were bits and pieces of twigs and pine needles in her hair 
and on her shoulders. I'd also managed to get quite a bit on my 
arms and shoulders, and we decided to shower before fixing lunch.

When we reached the courtyard, she gestured for me to go first 
while she went into the house to fetch towels. I turned on the 
water, once again shocked by the coldness as I began rinsing 
gutter debris from my arms and shoulders. I had just leaned back 
and closed my eyes, savoring the stinging needles of cold water 
when I heard Aunt Susan come out of the house. (I know it's hard 
to believe, but work outside in a South Carolina summer some 
time, and see if you don't enjoy a good cold shower when you're 
done.)

I turned to see her hang two towels on the pegs on the wall. Then 
she stepped under the water with me and handed me a large-toothed 
comb she'd brought along. She was very close to me and I stepped 
back involuntarily. When I did, the spray hit her on the chest 
and I watched her nipples instantly stiffen. She sucked in her 
breath at the water temperature and let the water cascade over 
her face and down her chest.

She got her front entirely wet and then spun around to wash off 
her back and shoulders. Finally, she leaned her head back and wet 
her hair under the stream of cold water.

She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Would you run the comb 
through my hair to get the snippets out, please," she asked, and 
waited for my response.

When I nodded dumbly, she turned her head back to face away from 
me and stepped back into the water. I raised the comb and began 
gently drawing it through her hair. As I slowly dragged the teeth 
of the comb through her hair, she stepped back about six inches. 
She was already very close to me, and when she stepped back, it 
was enough to bring the smooth, warm flesh of her ass into 
contact with my penis.

The contact jolted me like an electric shock, and my prick 
stiffened instantaneously. My hard cock nestled between the 
cheeks of her ass, and I stepped back involuntarily, now pressed 
against the wall and the water handle. The movement only afforded 
me a little latitude, however, and the tip of my penis was still 
pressed against her flesh. I was rooted to the spot, and didn't 
know what to do. Finally, she stepped forward a little to get out 
of the spray and looked over her shoulder at me, grinning 
impishly. She then turned and held out her hand for the comb, 
which I eagerly handed over.

Aunt Susan then turned around again, with her back to me, and got 
her hair completely wet. Trapped as I was between her and the 
wall of the house, I could only watch as she took a small step 
forward and slung her hair over her head as she bent forward. A 
spray of water droplets flew from her hair, striking me in the 
chest and face as she flung her hair up and over.

She began running the comb through her hair to remove any 
remaining tidbits, and I swallowed hard. I looked down at the 
hourglass figure of her back and the flare of her hips as her 
alabaster ass poised a mere inch or two in front of my turgid 
penis. I dared not move, as I could feel the heat of her body 
warming the tip of my penis. As I looked down, my erection was 
pointed right at her pussy, basking in the warmth radiating from 
between her legs.

Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell that she knew 
exactly where she had pinned me, and exactly what my reaction 
would be. In a minute or so, she finished combing her hair and 
slowly stood up, swinging her damp tresses over her shoulder. She 
stepped forward so the spray was hitting her between her breasts 
and looked up at my face.

"All done?" she asked sweetly, acting completely oblivious to the 
situation a moment before and ignoring my raging hard on.

I gulped and nodded mutely.

She stepped forward and reached around behind me to turn off the 
shower. Once again, I could feel the warmth of her body as her 
breasts nearly touched my stomach. Her arm did touch me where she 
had reached behind me to turn the water off. The contact was 
electric as she held my eyes while she turned. When the water 
trickled to a stop, she smiled up at me innocently and withdrew 
her arm.

She stepped to the side and tossed me a towel, grabbing her own 
with her other hand. We toweled of in silence, my erection 
pulsing as she repeated yesterday's maneuver and bent forward to 
dry her hair. With more separation between us, I had an 
unobstructed view of her shaven pussy lips, and once again, I 
took the bait. I already had an erection, why not enjoy the 
view?!

She fixed hot dogs for lunch, and we ate in relative silence at 
the table in the courtyard.

My erection didn't disappointed me, or evidently her, the entire 
time. The cursed thing!

-----

After we finished lunch, I put my socks and shoes on, and we 
headed back out to the ladder.

It was a simple matter for me to climb onto the roof, and once 
there, I put my work gloves on and started on the smaller 
branches. I would toss the branches down, being careful to make 
sure I missed Aunt Susan, and she would collect them and take 
them around back to our burn pile.

After only about an hour's work, I had all but the three largest 
branches cleared. Two of them were about the size of my forearm 
at the base, but one monster was about five inches in diameter, 
with smaller branches coming off it at all angles. As a matter of 
fact, I'm surprised that the big one didn't do any permanent 
damage when it hit.

I decided to drag the largest over to the edge of the house by 
the ladder and throw it down first. Then I could bring over the 
two smaller ones and toss them down with the larger one. I made 
sure Aunt Susan was out of the way as I heaved the largest branch 
off the roof. I could barely lift the beast it was so awkward, 
and I finally managed to get enough of it off the roof that it 
simply levered itself off. The two smaller branches were easier, 
but still no picnic.

Once I'd thrown the last of the smaller large branches off the 
roof, I started down the ladder. Working up on the roof, I'd been 
paying attention to what I was doing, and not being distracted by 
Aunt Susan's body (or teasing!), my erection had completely 
disappeared. It was still early in the afternoon when I started 
down the ladder, and I reluctantly thought that my time with Aunt 
Susan was coming to an end. I had really enjoyed my time with 
her, despite my embarrassment at having a near-constant erection.

So it was these thoughts that occupied my mind as I reached the 
bottom of the ladder and turned to step down. While I had been 
dragging the second smaller branch, Aunt Susan had dragged the 
first one around to our burn pile. As I was coming down the 
ladder, I absentmindedly noticed her coming back for the second 
of the smaller branches.

As I reached the bottom of the ladder and turned, time slowed to 
a crawl as I watched a horrible series of events unfold. Thinking 
about it later, I managed to reconstruct what happened, but at 
the time, it actually happened so quickly that there was simply 
nothing I could do to stop things.

Aunt Susan had bent over to grasp the thick branch by its middle, 
to lift/drag it behind the house. Right as I was stepping off the 
ladder, she was standing and lifting the thick branch. I watched 
in horror as the stout base of the branch inexorably rose to meet 
my descending groin.

With a white-hot explosion of agony, the branch connected with my 
balls. I don't even think I had enough strength in me to even 
groan. As waves of pain and nausea washed over me, I collapsed 
silently, holding my gloved hands to my aching testicles and 
curling up in the fetal position.

An indeterminate amount of time passed, and when the pain 
subsided enough for me to open my eyes, I saw Aunt Susan kneeling 
very anxiously by my head. She obviously didn't know what to do, 
and in my agony, I was in no condition to tell her. Ice picks of 
pain stabbed my belly as my abused testicles seemed to pulse and 
emit the torturous jolts.

My hearing returned, finally, and I realized that Aunt Susan was 
apologizing frantically, wondering what to do and not daring to 
do anything. I blinked up at her, my face obviously a rictus of 
pain.

"Ow," I said with pathetic humor when I finally regained enough 
presence of mind to actually speak.

"Oh my God, Paul, are you okay?" she asked nervously.

I nodded wordlessly. The waves of pain and nausea had passed, and 
I could actually think clearly. My testicles still throbbed with 
a dull ache, but at least coherent thought had returned.

"I think I'll live," I croaked.

"Can you stand?"

I nodded again, a little jerkily this time, hoping that my 
rubbery legs would support me. Aunt Susan helped me to my feet, 
and I stood hunched over, my gloved hands still protecting my 
groin. She dusted the sand off my left side where I'd lain on the 
ground in agony and we slowly, torturously made our way towards 
the courtyard.

Once we got to there, we entered the kitchen and Aunt Susan 
leaned me in the corner near the sink. She shucked her gloves and 
reached for a clean dish towel. I watched curiously as she laid 
it flat on the counter and stepped to the refrigerator. She 
briskly opened the freezer door and took a bag of something out 
of it. I saw that she'd grabbed a bag of frozen peas as she set 
it in the middle of the dish towel and carefully folded the sides 
of towel over the bag. She folded the ends of the towel over the 
sides, forming a bulging package, which she clutched with her 
right hand, and then returned to stand in front of me.

Matter of factly, she knelt in front of me and used her left hand 
to prize away my gloved hands from where they were still cupping 
my abused testicles. She put her right hand between my knees and 
had me spread my legs slightly. A fresh wave of pain and nausea 
flooded my senses as my balls suffered the movement. I put my 
hands to my sides and supported myself against the counter, 
leaning my head back and squeezing my eyes shut to combat the 
waves of nausea emanating from my groin.

I vaguely felt Aunt Susan lift my penis and place the soft, and 
very cold, towel-wrapped bag of peas against my scrotum. My 
testicles immediately tried to retreat further into my abdomen as 
the cold permeated the entire region. Once I'd gotten over the 
shock of the movement, and then the cold, I slowly realized that 
the bag of frozen peas was making my battered testicles feel 
better.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the pain and nausea retreated and, to my 
surprise, the shooting pains in my balls eased to a dull ache. 
When I finally decided to open my eyes, I bent my head forward 
and took a deep shuddering breath. I then lowered my head to look 
down at Aunt Susan. She had a concerned look on her face as she 
started intently at the towel-wrapped bag of peas. She was making 
a concerted effort to hold it against my scrotum with a minimum 
of pressure while still making contact.

As I looked down at her, kneeling in front of me, she sensed me 
looking and raised her eyes to meet mine. There was a world of 
apology and sympathy in her expression, and I smiled at her by 
way of forgiveness. She understood my unspoken message and in 
gratitude she returned my smile.

Sensing that the worst had passed, she gently removed the cold 
towel from my groin. She lowered her eyes to scrutinize my balls.

"Your scrotum is red, and slightly swollen, but I don't think 
anything is permanently damaged. Do you feel anything worse than 
a dull ache? Any shooting pains?" she asked, looking up at me 
once again.

I shook my head numbly and she returned her gaze to my crotch. 
She studied my equipment for a minute or so, looking from 
different angles, before looking back up at me.

"I am so sorry, Paul. I didn't see you coming down the ladder," 
she apologized.

"I know," I croaked through my dry throat. "It was an accident."

"I have been so awful to you today," she castigated herself. 
"Teasing you, and then... this...," she trailed off.

I could see how sorry she was, her apology was graven on her 
face, but as I stared down at her, I couldn't help but think 
about our situation. Aunt Susan had been holding my limp penis 
out of the way with her left hand, and as she knelt in front of 
my, the contact of her hand on my manhood sent a surge of 
excitement through me.

My balls still ached dully, but the excitement of the situation 
overrode the pain, and I felt my cock twitch with the first rush 
of blood. Because I was still in a modicum of pain, however, my 
erection was slow to develop. Aunt Susan had begun to offer 
another series of apologies when she felt my penis twitch and 
swell in her left hand.

Suddenly, her expression changed. Without a word, she set the 
towel-wrapped bag of peas on the floor between my feet. She then 
lowered my penis from where she'd been holding it up against my 
abdomen.

I was horrified that she had been disgusted by my reaction and 
that she was mad at me. Panic filled my mind as I wondered what 
she would do, if she would yell at me, or kick me out of the 
kitchen, or worse. So it was with panic-induced shock that I 
watched her slowly look up at me, her expression unreadable.

With a mischievous smile, she opened her mouth and engulfed the 
stiffening head of my young penis. The pain in my balls was 
quickly forgotten as the warmth and pleasure of that first 
contact washed over me.

I looked down in awe as she closed her eyes and gently sucked on 
the crown of my semi-hard dick. She gently put her right palm on 
the front of my left thigh and opened her mouth to accept more of 
my rapidly stiffening penis. I felt the warmth and wetness of her 
tongue on the bottom of my cock as she closed her mouth and 
sucked. She slowly withdrew her lips, tugging at the skin of my 
dick, and I quickly reached a full erection.

She kept the head of my penis in her mouth and I could feel the 
breath from her nose on the saliva-slick top of my cock. And then 
a sensation of unadulterated ecstasy washed over me as she 
swirled her tongue around the sensitive glans of my penis. I 
gripped the edge of the counter firmly with my still-gloved 
hands, watching in amazement as she opened her mouth once more 
and slowly impaled herself on my length.

She was about two inches from the base of my penis when she 
clamped her lips shut and I could see her nostrils flare as she 
inhaled. She caressed the underside of my penis with her tongue, 
and I closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure and warmth. She very 
gently withdrew my cock from her mouth and sucked on the head 
before releasing me from her mouth entirely.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked, looking up at me.

I opened my eyes and gazed into hers. She had an unreadable 
expression on her face -- it wasn't her look of mirthful teasing 
from earlier, nor was it the face of lust I'd seen my mother make 
as she fellated my father. She appeared genuinely contrite, but 
that emotion was underscored by something I've since determined 
was a desire to please me.

I swallowed hard and simply nodded at her, and she smiled.

She then closed her eyes again and began planting open-mouthed 
kisses down the side of my shaft. She was careful not to touch my 
still-tender balls, but the feeling of my penis rubbing along the 
soft, smooth skin of her face drowned out any concern I might've 
had for my testicles.

Her left hand still grasped my penis lightly and she withdrew her 
lips, pulling my penis to her left to kiss the other side of the 
base of my dick. She drew her open-mouthed kisses towards the 
head of my shaft and I once again luxuriated in the feeling of my 
sensitive cock head being brushed by the soft skin of her cheek.

When she reached the tip, her left hand held my penis aimed at 
her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, flicking 
the hole at the end of my cock. My hips bucked involuntarily at 
the rush of pleasure she caused, and she smiled at my reaction, 
engulfing my the crown of my manhood with her lips once more.

She concentrated on the head of my penis, her eyes still closed, 
and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure of my impending 
ejaculation. I panicked about where I was going to shoot my load.

"Oh, God...," I groaned. "Oh... I'm... oh... uh..." I was incoherent, 
delirious with pleasure.

She sensed my need, however, and with her left hand, she began to 
gently stroke my penis. She clamped her lips tight over the first 
couple of inches of my cock and began to flick her tongue against 
the sensitive underside of the head of my penis. Her left hand 
increased its pressure and tempo, rubbing the skin of my shaft 
over the nerves and erectile tissue underneath.

With a groan, I squeezed my eyes tight and emptied my seed into 
her mouth. I felt her start at the power of my first spurt, but 
she kept up the stroking motion with her left hand at the same 
time that she ceased flicking her tongue. The next spurt of semen 
coursed up my shaft and erupted into her mouth, and she kept 
pumping me gently, milking my cock with her hand and lips. I felt 
my cock spurt several more times, each time depositing more of my 
sperm in her willing mouth.

When I had finished ejaculating, she wrapped her fingers around 
the base of my penis and milked me one final time. She kept her 
lips wrapped around my cock and I could feel her swallow the load 
I'd just shot into her mouth. It took her two swallows to get it 
all.

She finished swallowing my sperm and took a deep, shuddering 
breath through her nose. I felt her exhale on the top of my penis 
as she released the grip her left hand had on me. She breathed 
deeply, but never released the head of my cock from the warm 
cavern of her mouth. And as she suckled the end of my penis, it 
didn't shrink much. She placed the warm palm of her left hand 
against my right thigh and again sighed deeply.

She knelt that way for several minutes; sitting on her heels, her 
palms gently rubbing my thighs, her warm, wet mouth rhythmically 
sucking the head of my cock.

Finally, she released my penis and smiled up at me.

"Better?" she asked quietly.

I could only nod my head vigorously. She looked like an angel, 
kneeling in front of me, my mostly erect cock a divining rod 
pointing towards the warm wetness of her mouth. She smiled and 
kissed the underside of the crown of my penis and closed her eyes 
again, breathing a deep sigh. Then she shuddered, her body 
quivering all over as she continued to kiss my glans. With a 
shake of her head, as if pulling herself out of a daydream, she 
opened her eyes again and I looked down into their liquid blue 
depths.

Slowly, she got to her feet. She reached out and took the gloves 
off my hands one at a time. Aunt Susan took my hand, turned, and 
led me into the living room. Bending over, she turned on the lamp 
on the end table next to the couch and silently indicated that I 
should sit. I obliged her. I looked up at her magnificent body in 
the light of the lamp and wondered what she was going to do.

I didn't have long to wonder, however, as she lay down on the 
couch to my right. She scooted forward and put her left arm over 
my hips. I slouched down on the couch to give her better access 
and she rolled to put her back to the back of the couch. Her left 
breast was pressed firmly against my right thigh as she adjusted 
herself into a comfortable position.

I didn't know where to put my hands, and I didn't want to touch 
her somewhere where she didn't want to be touched. I was still 
young enough, and naive enough, to think that I might still screw 
things up at that point, so I left well enough alone (so to 
speak). With her right hand, she reached up. Then she turned her 
head, and looked for my own right hand. Once I realized what she 
was after, I put my hand in hers and she placed it on her right 
breast.

Her breast was softer than I'd ever imagined possible. It was so 
pliable in my hand as I gently cupped it. I didn't know what to 
do, and I didn't want to hurt her, so I simply kneaded it gently. 
With her free left hand, Aunt Susan grasped my still-erect prick 
and aimed it at her mouth. Once she had my dick firmly seated 
between her lips, she cocked her right leg up, bent at the knee, 
and reached her right hand down to her pussy.

I was awestruck at the sight. So much so, in fact, that I forgot 
all about the wonderful sensations she was causing in my dick. I 
watched as she ran her middle finger up and down the length of 
her slit. I could see the glistening sheen of moisture on her 
labia when she slipped her finger into her sex. She pumped her 
finger a couple of times, in and out, in and out, then withdrew 
it and pressed down at the top of her slit.

She began moving her right hand in small circles, pressing down 
at the top of her pussy. She would alternate that motion with 
running her middle finger down over her slit and then plunging it 
into her vagina. I watched in wonder as she pleasured herself as 
she sucked on my stiff manhood.

Taking my cue from the motions of her right hand, I began moving 
my hand, the one cupping her breast, in small circles. I felt her 
nipple become stiff under the palm of my hand and knew I must've 
done something right. Because her hair had fallen over her face, 
and because of the position of her head over my cock, I couldn't 
see what she was doing. So I alternated between watching her rub 
her pussy and simply enjoying the pleasure my penis was 
experiencing.

She took her time sucking my cock this time. She was always 
careful never to touch my still-tender balls, alternating between 
taking me very deep and licking the length of my shaft. Although 
I couldn't see it, by the feelings in my groin I was certain that 
she was attempting to swallow my entire penis, right down to my 
pubic hair.

She would impale her mouth on my cock, lock her lips around the 
base, open her mouth a little and try to thrust more of my cock 
in her mouth. Then she would work her tongue against the 
underside of my penis and slowly withdraw, letting her lips drag 
along the length of my shaft.

Not knowing what else I should be doing, I simply leaned my head 
back on the back of the couch and enjoyed the blowjob. She took 
things slowly, and because I had already come earlier, I took 
longer this time. When I masturbated, I knew exactly what to do 
to bring myself off quickly, increasing pressure here, stroking 
faster there. This was completely different. I didn't know what 
to expect from one moment to the next, and the anticipation was 
almost as exquisite as the actual sensations.

In time, however, I felt her stiffen up. Her hand began to narrow 
its circles and move very, very fast. She wrapped her lips around 
my dick and simply held me in her mouth. I wondered what was 
happening, if she were okay or not. She began thrusting her hips 
at her racing fingers, and moaning deep in her throat. Her 
moaning vibrated my dick and sent buzzes of pleasure through my 
entire groin.

Suddenly, she thrust her middle finger back into the depths of 
her smooth-shaven pussy and started pumping it in and out. 
Finally, she got very, very still. Her moan started deep, but 
quickly rose in pitch, a sustained sound coming from deep in her 
throat. After 15 or 20 seconds, she let an explosive breath of 
air out around my trapped penis, and withdrew her mouth from 
around my manhood.

I didn't know what to do, or not do, so I simply stayed right 
where I was, neither moving nor talking. She shuddered and 
straightened her legs, trapping her right hand at the junction of 
her thighs, her finger still stuck into her pussy. When her 
quivering finally diminished, she grasped my penis with her left 
hand and aimed it at her waiting mouth.

She began sucking my cock with enthusiasm, pumping the shaft with 
her left hand while she bobbed her head up and down on my length. 
In short order, I was shooting jets of hot semen into her mouth. 
With her lips wrapped around the ridge of my glans, she swallowed 
and kept pumping. When she had milked the last of my come from my 
cock, she opened her lips and released my shrinking member.

She then collapsed against me, laying her head on my stomach and 
resting her right arm along her length, between her right hip and 
the back of the couch. She breathed deeply and licked her lips, 
her eyes closed, a smile on her face.

We sat like that for some time, neither of us moving. When I 
finally began thinking coherently again, I almost panicked. What 
would happen now? Would she not want to see me again? Today was 
the last day I was supposed to work for her, what next? Will she 
not want to 'do stuff' with me again because I wasn't any good?

A thousand and one thoughts swirled through my mind, few of them 
well-formed or well-though-out. So I sat there, and dared not 
move.

When her breathing had returned to normal, she opened her eyelids 
and looked up at me, eyes bright with her pleasure.

"I'm sorry I hit you with the branch," she said simply.

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

She stared up at the incomprehension on my face for perhaps five 
seconds and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was gentle and 
guileless, and enfolded us both with its good humor. Slowly, 
languidly, she pull her left arm underneath her and lay her head 
on my right thigh. She pulled her legs up and got very quiet. I 
could tell that she was thinking, about what I didn't know, and I 
sat quietly. But under the surface calm, my mind was still 
racing, playing out 'what if' scenarios endlessly. I'd finally 
decided it was fruitless when the clock on the living room wall 
chimed five o'clock.

Aunt Susan raised her head and tilted it to look at the clock, 
then sighed. She pushed herself up with her arm and levered her 
legs over the edge of the couch, standing up gracefully.

As I looked up at her, I let my eyes roam over her body, looking 
at her openly for the first time. She let me look, standing 
quietly with her arms at her sides. As my eyes dropped to look at 
her vagina, I could see that her lips were pink and swollen, and 
her inner labia were peeking out.

Then a thought occurred to me... Her pussy had looked just like 
that when she had emerged from her bedroom the day before, as I 
came out of the hall bathroom. She had been masturbating in her 
bedroom! The idea crashed over me like a wave, and I was stunned.

But I had little time to contemplate my revelation, as she 
extended her hand down to help me up from the couch. When I took 
her hand and stood up, she silently led me to the hall bathroom. 
There was no way I needed to jerk off, my penis was very soft at 
the moment, worn out by the two suckings I'd just received. When 
we entered the bathroom, she gestured for me to take off my shoes 
and socks as she started the water in the shower.

She leaned in to test the temperature, then diverted the water to 
the shower nozzle. As she stepped into the shower, she extended 
her hand to me, inviting me to join her.

In the shower, she washed herself first. I enjoyed seeing the 
soap suds sheen her round breasts and flat stomach as she washed 
herself with a washcloth. Then she squirted some shampoo in her 
hand and lathered her hair. Finally, she turned and rinsed, first 
her hair, then her body.

Lathering the wash cloth once more, she squeezed past me and 
gently pushed me back into the warm spray. As she passed me, I 
felt her stiff nipples drag across my stomach, and if I hadn't 
come so recently, my penis would surely have stiffened instantly.

Once under the shower head, however, I let the warm water run 
over me and leaned my head back to wet my hair. Aunt Susan 
reached up and washed my body, exploring with her hands and with 
the sudsy washcloth. When she had washed my chest, shoulders, and 
arms, she spun me around to wash my back. When that was 
completed, she turned me around again to rinse my back.

She lathered the washcloth once more and dropped to her knees. 
She raised it to my groin and gently, loving washed my penis and 
scrotum. She worked up a good lather, but was very gentle with my 
abused testicles. She washed my legs next, and then put her hand 
on my hip to turn me so she could was my buttocks and lower back. 
When I had rinsed my pubic area, I turned around of my own accord 
to rinse my back and buttocks.

Aunt Susan rinsed out the washcloth and handed it up to me to 
hang on the bar on the far wall of the shower. I leaned forward 
and stretched to hang the cloth and I felt her lips capture my 
soft penis. When I had the cloth hung, I leaned back and looked 
down at her. Her hair was slicked back and her eyes were closed 
as she gently sucked on my cock. She worked her lower jaw side to 
side and lavished attention on the underside of my still-flaccid 
cock. Pursing her lips, she slowly drew her head back, letting my 
manhood slip from her mouth. She smiled and opened her eyes, 
looking up at me.

"Tasty," she said mischievously and stood up.

She reached around behind me and shut the water off, then opened 
the shower curtain. She leaned out and pulled two towels from the 
bar, handing one to me. We dried off in relative silence. We hung 
our towels up to dry and I grabbed up my shoes and socks as we 
headed back out to the living room.

The clock in the living room said it was almost half past five 
and I knew I had to go, to meet my Mom and Erin for dinner. I 
shifted from foot to foot, not knowing what to say. 'Thanks?' 
'See ya later?' 'Here's lookin' at you, kid?' Once again, I was 
at a loss for words.

Aunt Susan noticed my nervousness and once again rescued me from 
myself.

"Go on. Go meet your Mom."

I grinned like an idiot and almost ran towards the kitchen. At 
the door to the kitchen, however, I stopped. I don't know why I 
did, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I turned to see her 
standing in the door to the living room, her wet hair hanging 
over her shoulders and framing her face, and I waved goodbye to 
her, smiling.

She smiled in return and waved. Then she made a shooing gesture 
with her hand and I bolted out the back door, letting the screen 
door slam behind me.

-----

CHAPTER FOUR

That night, at dinner, my thoughts were chaotic. I'd certainly 
enjoyed my afternoon with Aunt Susan, and I definitely wanted to 
repeat the pleasurable experience, many times. But I was still 
basically inexperienced. I had no idea how to initiate anything 
with her. I certainly couldn't have one of my friends pass her a 
note in Study Hall!

"Are you okay, honey?" Mom asked, breaking my introspective, and 
confused, train of thought.

"Huh?" I replied blankly.

"You seem distracted. Are you feeling okay?" she asked. And in 
the time-honored tradition of mothers everywhere, she felt my 
forehead with the back of her hand. "You're not hot."

I quickly came up with a lame excuse, "I was just thinkin' about 
what I wanted to do the rest of the week." It was lame, but 
better a lame answer than letting her figure out for herself, 
right or wrong, what I was thinking about. Parents always made 
things out to be worse than they were, especially when they were 
worried about you.

"Okay, honey," Mom said, mollified but not satisfied.

"May I be excused?" Erin asked, obviously not interested in my 
problems.

I was thankful for the distraction, however.

"Finish your peas, honey, and then you're excused," Mom replied, 
surveying my sister's picked-over plate.

I had the singular misfortune of having to eat peas with dinner 
tonight. And I swear to God, if I hadn't been distracted and not 
eating all that much, it would've taken every ounce of willpower 
I had not to suffer a hard-on every time I looked at them. Even 
now, staring at the little green things threatened to rouse an 
erection.

But that was only part of the problem. Not only was I distracted 
by the thoughts whirling in my head about Aunt Susan, I wasn't 
eating much. I was usually a healthy eater. Mom had noticed that 
as well as my obvious distraction. And unless I wanted to start 
answering questions as soon as Erin left the table, I'd better 
start making like normal Paul.

I started eating, thankful for the distraction, as Erin quickly 
scooped her remaining peas into her mouth and took her dishes to 
our usual sink. As an added bonus, Mom wouldn't expect me to make 
conversation, or answer probing questions, while I was so 
industriously applying myself to finishing my dinner.

But that night, I didn't touch a single pea. There was no way I 
would ever get out of the clubhouse if I got an erection during 
dinner! I did my best to think about nuns playing baseball. Old, 
wrinkled nuns...

Thankfully, it worked.

-----

I had almost finished my dinner, except for the peas of course, 
when my mother looked over my shoulder. I turned to see who it 
was and almost choked on my tongue.

Standing behind me was Aunt Susan. I froze! Had she decided to 
tell my mother what had happened this afternoon?! Had she decided 
to tell us that we had to leave the camp? Had she...? The awful 
possibilities were endless. Sometimes, I hated having a vivid 
imagination.

"Susan," Mom said brightly, "how are you? Would you care to join 
us?"

I'm sure I turned a sickly shade of blue. Mom gave me a quizzical 
look when she saw the expression on my face; a mixture of fear 
and anticipation.

"Thanks, Beth," Aunt Susan said as she slid into the seat to my 
left. "I wanted to talk to you..." She let it hang in the air for a 
moment. Then she brought the hammer down, "About Paul."

I was contemplating hara-kiri with a dinner fork.

"Oh?" my mother asked pleasantly.

"Well, he's been such a hard worker, and so helpful and polite, 
that I was wondering if he couldn't spend the rest of the week 
helping me around the house." I let my breath out explosively, 
and both women looked at me. Aunt Susan got an amused look on her 
face, while Mom was confused and not a little bit annoyed at my 
absolute lack of manners.

With a grimace, Mom turned back to Aunt Susan, "I'm glad to hear 
he's been so helpful. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, when Dad died, I really didn't have time to go through a 
lot of his things. I mostly just boxed them up and stored them in 
the garage. It should only take a couple of days to go through 
the boxes and sort them out, but I wanted to see if Paul could 
help out. It sure would make it easier on me."

"I guess it's up to Paul," Mom said, turning to look at me. "None 
of his friends are here yet, and I don't have much for him to 
do."

Aunt Susan turned to regard me as well, "I'll pay the same as 
before, three dollars an hour."

I looked back at her, trying to decide if she were teasing me, 
torturing me, trying to hire me, or 'D) All of the above.' I 
blinked as she regarded me coolly.

Confused and somewhat overwhelmed, I simply nodded.

"Excellent!" Aunt Susan beamed. "I'll feed him breakfast and 
lunch, and make sure he's back here for dinner by six, Beth."

My Mom nodded in agreement and aimed another speculative glance 
my way. I blithely ignored it and asked to be excused. When Mom 
nodded, I practically knocked the chair over getting up from the 
table.

"What's gotten into him, do you suppose?" I heard Mom ask as I 
walked away.

"I don't know," Aunt Susan responded. "But I'll keep an eye on 
him for you."

I redoubled my pace towards the sink and then hurried out of the 
clubhouse.

-----

That night, my thoughts were confusing and random. I ran through 
scenario after scenario in my head. I was at a loss for what Aunt 
Susan was doing, but I had no doubt that she was Up To Something. 
I just didn't know what it was. I knew what I hoped it was, but I 
just wasn't sure about anything anymore.

I finally convinced myself that I was wrong, that things were 
simply going to go back to normal, and that the afternoon's 
events were a one-time thing. I was awake long after Mom and Erin 
had gone to sleep that night.

-----

Mom once again woke me up in time to be at Aunt Susan's. She gave 
me a concerned look, but I pretended not to notice and went 
through my morning ritual before heading out to Aunt Susan's 
house.

When I got there, she motioned me through the kitchen door as if 
nothing were different. I did notice that she wasn't wearing her 
bikini bottoms. She was, however, wearing an apron. A positive 
sign? Maybe, maybe not. I thought so. But I just wasn't sure. I 
was delighted that she had forgone the bikini bottoms, but the 
apron confused me.

"Bacon and eggs for breakfast?" she asked me over her shoulder.

I nodded. Ah, I thought to myself, now the apron made sense. I 
wouldn't want hot bacon grease near my tender parts either.

She smiled and turned back to face the stove. My mind was racing 
again. To settle it, I decided to make small talk. Unfortunately, 
I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"How do you cook bacon without an apron?" How dumb was that?!

"You don't," she responded with a laugh.

So much for small talk.

As she finished cooking, she told me to have a seat, which I 
quickly did. She poured a glass of juice and set it before me on 
the table. When she returned from the stove, she stood on the 
other side of the table for a second and looked at me seriously.

"Paul," she said simply and paused. "Did you enjoy yesterday?" 
she asked.

My confusion must've been evident on my face, but I nodded 
decidedly.

"Can I trust you not to tell anyone about it?"

I nodded again. Even if I wanted to tell someone, who'd believe 
me?

She studied my face for a few seconds, looking into my eyes and 
gauging my reaction.

"Good."

She set the plate of food in front of me. It was only then that I 
noticed that she had left her plate on the counter.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked. 

"Mmm hmm," she said, removing her apron and seating herself 
across from me. "In a minute. Go ahead and start."

I frowned in thought for a moment, but then picked up my fork and 
began to eat. I had only taken a few bites when she announced 
that it was time for her to eat her breakfast and stood up 
gracefully. I looked up at her and waited for her to turn to the 
counter to get her plate. When she didn't, my confusion deepened.

"Don't get up from the table," she said, reading my expression. 
"Just relax and enjoy your breakfast."

With that, she pulled her chair to the side, sank to her knees, 
and disappeared under the table. It was only a moment before I 
felt the warmth of her touch, spreading my knees apart. In a 
second, I felt her hot breath on my soft penis. A microsecond 
after that, I was fully erect.

She wrapped her lips around my swollen cock and began gently 
sucking. My breakfast forgotten, I concentrated on the feeling of 
her mouth on my dick. She was stroking my penis with her lips and 
tongue, and it was having the desired effect. She sucked me like 
that for perhaps three or four minutes, in and out, in and out, 
caressing the soft skin of my cock with the equally soft skin of 
her lips, and the insistent strength and heat of her tongue.

Finally, I could stand no more, and felt myself begin to come. 
Jets of semen shot from my penis and waves of pleasure flowed 
over me. When I finished coming, my penis softened slightly and I 
felt the coolness of the air conditioned kitchen on my dick as 
she withdrew her mouth.

I sat there speechless as she reappeared at the other end of the 
table. As she stood and turned to look at me, she smiled a bright 
smile, a 'cat who ate the canary' smile.

"You didn't finish your breakfast," she chided me. "Breakfast is 
the most important meal of the day, you know."

I could only stare at her, astonished and excited at the same 
time, as she began to clean up my cold and forgotten breakfast. 
She was grinning wryly the whole time.

-----

We worked hard in the garage that morning. Aunt Susan backed her 
station wagon out into the sandy drive so we could work on the 
concrete slab floor. The past few days, we'd been working 
outside, and while it was still hot, at least there had been a 
breeze to cool us. Not so in the garage.

With no wind to cool us, it was hot. And dusty. And did I mention 
it was hot? While it wasn't hard work, per se, we soon built up a 
sweat. We had pulled roughly half the boxes off the shelves on 
the side of the garage and had them scattered on the floor in 
short order. I would pull boxes off the shelves, and Aunt Susan 
would open them, sort through the contents, and repack things in 
some extra boxes she'd kept for just that purpose. Once she 
closed and labeled a box, I would heave it back onto a shelf.

The work was fairly easy, and we talked while we worked. I 
learned that her oldest son Kirk was in his Second Class summer 
at the US Naval Academy. His entire summer was being spent 
experiencing every aspect of what the Navy and Marine Corps had 
to offer. Like his father, however, he already had his sights set 
on Naval Aviation. I could tell that Aunt Susan was very proud of 
him. Listening to her talk, I was proud that I even knew him.

Her younger son, Doug, had not opted for a career in the 
military. He was spending the summer in Austin, Texas. He was 
living with friends of the family and working as an intern for a 
large electronics company before beginning college at the 
University of Texas. I could tell that she was very proud of Doug 
too. She was happy they were both living the lives they wanted, 
but I could also see that she missed them tremendously.

Thinking about them, and their absence, made her a little 
melancholy. So I tried to change the subject.

"How did you end up running a nudist camp?" I asked.

"I took over when my father died."

Boy, did I know how to brighten up the conversation or what?!

"He died when the boys were 10 and 12," she said. "It hadn't been 
quite two years since Jack was killed, and I really didn't know 
what to do." She paused for a moment, and I saw tears fill her 
eyes.

I felt her emotions, and ached to comfort her, but I was still 
unsure of myself.

"My mother died when I was much younger, right after Doug was 
born, so my dad and the boys were all I had left. We'd all come 
to the camp when Jack was still alive, but I hadn't been back 
since he was shot down.

"Anyway, when Dad died, he left a trust fund for the boys, and 
for me. He knew he was dying," she paused and collected her 
thoughts, blinking back her tears. "It was liver cancer, and he 
set things up so we'd all be taken care of. All I had left were 
Kirk and Doug, and this place," she looked up at me, unshed tears 
in her eyes. "So the boys and I moved here."

I let the conversation end there, not trusting myself not to make 
things worse than I already had.

-----

But lunch time, we'd gotten nearly half-way through one side of 
the garage. Not working on the ladder, which I'd retrieved from 
where we'd left it the night before, we had little opportunity to 
be in close proximity. And since I already had one orgasm that 
morning, my penis was relatively cooperative.

I was putting the repacked boxes back on the shelf and Aunt Susan 
was sorting through a few of the boxes I'd set out a minute 
before when I heard her gasp. I swiftly set the box I carried on 
a shelf and turned to see what was the matter. I quickly looked 
around, but didn't see anything. Then I realized that she was 
looking down into the box she had just opened.

My imagination kicked into overdrive and I rushed over, expecting 
to bravely save her from a spider or some other creepy-crawly. 
When I got there however, I looked down into the box in 
bewilderment. The only thing there were photo albums!

Aunt Susan reached into the box and pulled the top album out and 
slowly opened its cover. She looked up when she sensed my 
presence and gestured for me to sit on a low stool beside her.

When I sat down, I could see that the photos in the album were 
fairly old. With a start, I recognized the clubhouse. I could 
clearly tell that the black and white picture had been taken many 
years before, but it was the same clubhouse that was the center 
of life in the camp. There were pictures of people too, nudists 
from the '50s.

As she turned the pages, I got to see what life was like at the 
camp twenty years before. There was no playground, and only one 
row of motel-style buildings across from the clubhouse. And it 
seemed a lot more open. The trees and bushes had grown quite a 
bit since the pictures were taken.

There was even a series of pictures showing bulldozers and 
workmen digging out and then finishing the swimming lake. I took 
it for granted that the lake had always been there, despite the 
fact that I knew it wasn't natural. But seeing before and after 
photos, not to mention construction photos, drove the point home.

When we finished the first album, she reached into the box and 
pulled out the next one. It was obviously a family album. The 
first picture was of a couple with a young girl, perhaps my 
sister's age. Aunt Susan sucked in her breath and held her hand 
to her mouth. Then she smiled.

I looked at her, then at the picture, wondering who the people 
were. (Like I said, sometimes I'm pretty slow on the uptake.)

She pointed to the man in the picture; a tall, handsome man with 
dark hair. "This is my father, this is my mother, and this is 
me," she said, pointing to each figure in turn.

I looked at the hand-written caption under the picture: 'Summer 
1955.'

Suddenly, she laughed; it was a quick, magical laugh, and 
completely unexpected.

"I thought I'd never get my breasts!"

The girl in the picture was still slim and flat-chested. I did 
some quick mental math and realized that she must've been about 
15 when it was taken.

"You did," I said, stating the obvious with a sage nod.

She laughed again and looked at me, "You think?!"

She elbowed me in the side, and put both albums back in the box. 
Standing up, she asked me to bring the box with us. I followed 
her as she headed out of the stuffy garage and into the 
courtyard. We entered the kitchen and she told me to put the box 
on the table.

"I want to rinse off before lunch," she said.

I merely nodded.

"I'll go get the towels and meet you outside."

Back outside, I turned on the shower and stepped under the cold 
spray, relieved to wash the sweat and grime of the garage off my 
skin. A minute later, Aunt Susan hung up the towels and stepped 
onto the tiles of the shower. She handed me the comb from 
yesterday as I stepped aside to let her rinse herself.

Once she had thoroughly rinsed off and then wet her hair, she 
asked me to comb it. I obediently stepped into the spray behind 
her, blocking it with my shoulders, and began to comb her wet 
hair.

She leaned her head back and simply enjoyed the feeling for a few 
moments. Then took a small step backwards. I felt the heat of her 
body, and my penis started to rise. She arched her back a little 
and thrust her ass backward, making contact with my swelling 
dick.

As with the day before, my penis was nestled between her cheeks. 
And also like the day before, I quickly reached full erection. 
Unlike the day before, however, she didn't step forward 
immediately.

Instead, she wiggled.

She turned to look over her shoulder at me and smiled. With a 
mischievous wink, she bent forward at the waist. The feeling, to 
my young senses, was amazing. I felt my cock rubbing against the 
smooth slit of her pussy, and it felt like my dick got harder 
still, if that were possible.

She rocked forward and back, rubbing herself with my manhood. To 
my astonishment, she reached back with her right hand and grasped 
my penis. She slid forward again and I stood transfixed.

I felt her manipulate my dick, and then I felt the most wonderful 
feeling in the world. She slowly rocked back and I felt her heat 
and tightness surround my dick. I was inside her! I nearly lost 
my balance the feeling was so intense.

As I felt her ass press against my thighs, she groaned, my dick 
buried to the hilt in her pussy. She began rocking her hips back 
and forth, pulling away and then impaling herself on me again.

As she sped the tempo and power of her rocking, I was nearly 
knocked backward. I instinctively reached out and grasped her 
hips. She groaned again, so I knew I was doing something right, 
even if it was simply providing a hard dick and holding on.

The feeling of my virgin dick plowing into her pussy was 
indescribable. Technically, I might not have been a virgin, but I 
didn't know if a couple of blowjobs counted. Now, however, I had 
no doubts. I was fucking Aunt Susan. In reality, she was fucking 
me!

Feeling my hands on her hips, she put her own on her knees and 
began to really thrust against me. I started pulling myself 
forward with each thrust, and soon, our wet bodies were pounding 
against each other.

Unfortunately, I didn't last long.

I felt my imminent eruption welling up inside me. With one final 
thrust, I held her ass tight against my hips, straining to get 
more of my dick inside her. With a rush, I began to come. I felt 
my dick swell as the spurts coursed through my shaft, filling her 
full of my semen. Spurt after spurt pumped into her and I felt 
her pussy quiver around my dick.

Susan groaned as she felt my spasms. I closed my eyes so tightly 
that I saw stars when I opened them again after my orgasm had 
subsided. I realized that in the my throes of pleasure, I had 
tightened my grip on her hips, and I relaxed my hands.

We stayed like that, Susan bent over in front of me with my dick 
buried in her pussy, for a minute more, letting the cold water 
wash over us as we caught our breath.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she eased forward, and with an almost 
electric jolt, my penis came out of her pussy. Susan stood up and 
turned, only to drop to her knees in front of me. She opened her 
mouth and eagerly licked my still-hard shaft. As I slowly got 
soft, she cleaned my penis with her lips and tongue. She was able 
to get me entirely in her mouth as I shrank, and I marveled at 
the pleasant sensations.

When I was completely soft, she smiled up at me and I helped her 
stand. I turned the water off and she reached for the towels. 
After she wrapped her towel around her hair, she reached her hand 
out to me. I took it and we headed towards the door in silence.

In my mind, I had a stupefying thought. I was no longer a virgin, 
that most detested of conditions for a young man. Woo-hoo! I was 
a Man! I think I must've floated into the kitchen, because I 
certainly don't remember walking there.

-----

Susan fixed us lunch, and we chatted about what the camp was like 
when her father first built it. Her grandfather had owned a mill 
and a factory making uniforms for the army during World War II. 
He had instilled in his son, Susan's father, two enduring values: 
a healthy respect for finances and a healthy respect for nature.

(I found it a little odd, and a not a little bit funny, that a 
clothing manufacturer's son would become a nudist.)

After the war, Susan's grandfather had died. Her father ran the 
family business for many years and then sold it to their major 
competitor. He had wisely invested the proceeds of the sale and 
his fortune grew.

In 1953, Susan's father, Douglas, had purchased a huge tract of 
South Carolina wilderness and built the camp. Her mother and 
father had wanted a place where families could come and enjoy 
nature, and they had created it.

After Susan graduated from high school, her parents had moved to 
the camp to live year-round, building the house she now lived in. 
When "Uncle Douglas," as he was called by the camp's visitors, 
died in 1970, Susan moved back to the camp. She had been there 
ever since.

"But listen to me, nattering on like I had good sense!" she said 
with a laugh.

I had long since finished my lunch, and was enjoying listening to 
her reminisce. I merely smiled at her.

"Well!" she said with a burst of enthusiasm. "Let's take the 
afternoon off. We deserve a break. Besides, I want to look 
through those albums."

I quickly nodded and she began clearing our dishes.

"Why don't you take the box into the living room?"

I picked it up from where I'd moved it off the table, and carried 
it into the living room. I turned on the lights at each end of 
the couch and sat down.

Susan walked into the living room and paused for a moment, giving 
me an appraising look. I still didn't know what to expect from 
her, so didn't say anything. Instead, I used the time to admire 
her body.

The sight of her smooth pussy still excited me tremendously. And 
now that we had 'done it,' and I knew what it felt like, I wanted 
more. But I still wasn't confident enough to initiate anything. I 
guess I still half expected her to stop everything if I made a 
wrong move.

Seeing me admiring her, her eyes softened and her expression 
changed.

"I want to finish before we look at photos," she said.

I was confused, and my confusion was evident. She wanted to 
finish what?

She smiled at my expression and slowly walked towards me.

"Scoot down and sit on the floor with your back against the 
couch," she said.

I readily complied, and she pulled one of the cushions off the 
back of the couch.

"Here, slide your hips out and lean back against this."

I did as I was told, looking up at her, my confusion only 
deepening. She took the towel from around her head, ran her 
fingers through her hair, then stepped between my legs. I watched 
with minor trepidation and building excitement as she knelt 
between my knees and bent forward.

I felt the warm wetness of her hair caress my belly as the warm 
wetness of her mouth captured the tip of my flaccid penis. She 
ran her tongue around the soft head of my manhood, massaging it 
with her lips.

The sight of her on her hands and knees between my legs, her 
beautiful hourglass figure before me, was more than enough to 
excite me. As she began sucking my stiffening penis, wrapping her 
tongue around my expanding length and slowly moving her head from 
side to side, I admired her shapely back and rounded ass.

She began sucking in earnest as I reached my full length, bobbing 
her head up and down on my shaft. Taking long, slow motions, she 
gently sucked almost my entire length into her mouth then pulled 
back, lightly raking the underside of my penis with her lower 
lip.

She sucked me like this for several minutes, slowly bobbing her 
head up and down as I savored the sensation. I knew I wouldn't 
come soon, not after two orgasms earlier today, and I leaned back 
against the couch cushion and watched her suck me.

Susan released my cock and sat back on her heels.

"Mmmmm."

She then moved up to straddle my hips. As her pussy dragged 
across my saliva-slick penis, it twitched, and she smiled at me. 
She then raised up and I watched in wonder as she reached down 
with her right hand to lift my penis and point it at the opening 
to her pussy. She rubbed the head back and forth across her 
shaven slit and then set it at the junction of her inner lips.

Once the tip was in the right place, she sank back a little, just 
enough to let the head of my dick enter her. When she removed her 
hand, I marveled at the sight of the shaft of my penis splitting 
her open, my glans invisible inside her. She rested her hands on 
her thighs and with exquisite slowness, she lowered herself onto 
me.

As her pussy slowly engulfed my cock, I watched in amazement as 
her smooth outer labia bulged to accept my width and her inner 
lips clung to the sides of my shaft. The feeling of sliding into 
her was magical. I never wanted it to end.

When her buttocks came to rest on my thighs and my dick was 
completely buried in her pussy, she shuddered and took a deep, 
ragged breath, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. With 
her eyes still closed, she moved her hips side to side a little, 
got her knees situated comfortably on either side of my hips, and 
exhaled slowly.

She bit her bottom lip and groaned in pleasure. After a minute 
sitting like this, with my dick buried in the warmth and wetness 
of her pussy, she slowly opened her eyes.

They were unfocussed for a second or two and she took another 
deep breath. Then she looked at me and smiled.

Her expression teased me as she said, "You can touch me, you 
know. I'm not going to break."

When I still didn't move, she reached down and grasped my wrists. 
She raised my hands and placed them on her hips. She shivered at 
the contact, and I could feel her reaction as her pussy 
convulsively gripped my dick.

"Mmmmm, I like it when you touch me," she said.

I rubbed my hands up and down the smooth skin of her flanks and 
she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her pussy clenched again 
and I took that as a signal to explore further.

I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, running my palms 
over her nipples. I felt them stiffen immediately under my touch 
as she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Her pussy 
spasmed, grasping my erection in its soft grip and she shuddered.

She took another deep breath and rose on her knees. In 
fascination, I looked down as she lifted off my erection. Her 
pussy lips pulled at me as she raised herself off my length, my 
dick glistening with her juices. When only the tip of my penis 
was inside her, she began to descend, my girth once again 
splitting her open.

She returned her palms to her thighs, keeping her eyes closed and 
breathing deeply through her nose. When her buttocks touched my 
thighs and she had firmly seated herself on my dick, she began 
rotating her hips in small circles.

I continued to gently manipulate her breasts, rubbing my palms 
over her erect nipples. I didn't know what else to do so I ran my 
hands back over her sides and down to her hips.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," she said without opening her eyes.

Her hips were still making small circles, grinding her pussy 
against my stiffness. I decided that if she liked me moving my 
hands over her, I would oblige. With the backs of my fingernails, 
I traced back up her ribs to the sides of her gently swaying 
breasts. I ran my fingertips over her globes, avoiding her 
nipples, as she bit her lower lip again and moaned softly.

I took that as a very positive sign and circled her areolas, 
running my fingers up the tops of her breasts and into the hollow 
of her collarbone. I gently splayed my fingertips over the sides 
of her neck and drew them out over the line of her jawbone. I had 
no idea what I was doing, so I let her reactions guide me.

With feathery light caresses, I ran my fingers back down the 
sides of her neck and over her shoulders. I wrapped my hands 
around them, barely touching her, and drew my hands down the 
length of her arms, adding pressure with my fingers on the back 
of her arms. She shuddered in pleasure and I felt her pussy grip 
me tighter. I didn't have any plan for what I was doing, but she 
was certainly enjoying it.

I ran my hands lightly over her entire body, back up to her 
shoulders and down her chest, still avoiding her nipples. When my 
hands reached her hips, she let out another low-voiced moan.

With my hands resting on her hips, she stopped the circular 
motion of her hips and began to slowly bounce up and down on my 
dick. I reached my hands around to cup her ass as she moved atop 
me, pulling her towards me and up, and then letting her sink down 
on my length again.

We fucked like this for what seemed like forever, but was 
probably closer to five minutes. With a whoosh of breath, she 
impaled herself on me and bit her lip again, harder this time. 
She then began rocking her hips back and forth. I felt her ass 
cheeks clenching with the exertion, but the feeling on my penis 
was incredible. She was grinding the base of my cock with her 
pussy lips, and I simply held on for the ride at this point.

Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she looked directly at me.

"Come inside me! I want to feel you come inside me."

She rose on her knees and then reseated herself, my cock buried 
to the root. I moved my hands back to her hips as she rode me up 
and down. On each downstroke, I felt her pussy squeezing tighter 
and tighter.

She was wordlessly moaning now as she bounced atop my hips, 
riding my cock and grinding against me at the bottom of each 
stroke. I felt my orgasm building and knew it wouldn't be long 
before I spent myself inside her.

With a low, powerful moan, she seated herself firmly. The 
pressure was too much for me, and I felt my dick swell and begin 
to spurt into the depths of her pussy. She was gently rocking 
back and forth as I came inside her, and when I had almost 
finished, her pussy spasmed and... went wild. I was gripped so 
tightly that I thought I would pass out from the pleasure.

With a long, tearing moan, she collapsed against my chest and 
whimpered into the hollow of my neck. Her body shuddered as her 
pussy gripped my hard shaft. I reached around her and rubbed my 
hands up and down her back and ass cheeks, gently squeezing and 
rubbing her bottom at the end of each motion. Her arms gripped my 
torso tightly as she gently bucked and shuddered in pleasure.

When her orgasm subsided, she loosened her grip but kept her arms 
around me. Her hips still jerked against me, and her pussy seemed 
to get even hotter and wetter. I stopped rubbing her ass and 
simply wrapped my arms around her, not knowing what else to do.

Miraculously, my cock shrank very little, the heat and tightness 
of her pussy sustaining my semi-erect condition. After many 
minutes, our breathing returned to normal. She still gripped me 
tightly with her arms, her body held against mine as I embraced 
her.

I didn't know what else to do, so I kept doing what I was doing.

After perhaps five more minutes, she released me and sat up 
slowly. She had a sleepy look in her eyes. I marveled at her 
beauty once again as I looked into her blue eyes.

"Mmmmm," she said and smiled lazily. "I'm finished."

So THAT'S what she meant! I smiled in return. I thought to myself 
that I'd like her to 'finish' more often.

-----

My dick never really did shrink completely until we had uncoupled 
and Susan licked me clean. Then she sat back and demurely folded 
her legs under herself.

"Um... Susan?"

"Yes?"

"Um... what about... um..."

She smiled and at my discomfort and raised her eyebrows.

"What about..." I stammered. "What about my, you know... um... I've 
done it twice now, and... um..." I said, pointing in the general 
direction of her pussy. The look on her face told me she was 
clearly enjoying my stammering discomfort, which only made things 
worse. I resolved myself to get my question out, "What about my... 
stuff?"

"Your semen? What about it?" she asked coyly

"I mean... won't you... or... couldn't you... um..."

"You mean, 'could I get pregnant?'"

I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded.

She shook her head. "I had my tubes tied after Doug was born. You 
can shoot 'your stuff,'" she smiled to take the edge off it, 
"wherever you want, within reason."

I nodded again.

"You don't mind, do you?" she teased me.

I blushed and shook my head. "I kinda like it," I said 
hesitantly.

"So do I," she said, smiling genuinely.

All the sudden, her face changed, and she looked like an excited 
young girl on Christmas morning.

"Now," she said brightly, "let's look at those pictures."

She unfolded her legs, stood, and moved to sit beside me on the 
floor. I took the cushion from behind my back and scooted back to 
lean against the front of the couch. She pulled the box of albums 
over to us and took the first two out.

Susan had been an only child of wealthy parents and there were 
many, many photos of her and her family. I was most interested in 
the ones from the early days of the nudist camp. The photos of 
Susan showed a beautiful, developing young woman, blossoming into 
adulthood.

She had indeed developed late, but when she did develop, she bore 
a striking resemblance to her mother. Even in the later photos, 
her mother was a very beautiful woman. Easily as beautiful as 
Susan was as an adult. I suspected she would always be a pretty 
woman. Genes are tough to beat, I thought ruefully to myself, 
looking down at my stocky body.

I shook those thoughts from my head, and simply enjoyed the 
pictures. We leafed through the albums and she pointed out 
different additions to the camp or described the events in the 
pictures. Her father had been quite a nature lover, and took 
great pride in building up the camp for like-minded people.

We had almost finished going through the albums when the clock 
chimed the hour. I found that I had actually enjoyed looking at 
the photos; especially the ones of a young and nude Susan. 
Usually, I can take or leave photo albums, they're just not all 
that interesting to me. But in some way I couldn't quite 
pinpoint, this was different.

I mentally shrugged, and began to wonder whether Susan would want 
to shower here, together, or I would head back to our cabin to 
clean up before dinner.

"You need to shower before you head off to dinner," she said, as 
if answering my silent question. "We smell like sex," she said 
with a grin.

I'd been half afraid that after our eventful afternoon, she 
wouldn't want to spend more time with me. She stood up and 
extended her hand down to me. I took it as I stood, and she led 
me into the hall bathroom.

We showered until the hot water ran out and our fingers were 
pruned. She let me explore her body as I washed her gently with 
the washcloth. I studied every crack and crevice. I marveled at 
how soft her skin was. Some of the older women who lived at the 
camp year round had skin that looked dry and almost leathery. 
Susan didn't spend as much time out in the sun. While she did 
have a tan, she was still very pale compared to many of the sun 
worshipers who came to the camp.

After I had washed and rinsed her breasts, I leaned in and slowly 
sucked one nipple into my mouth. I wondered how she would react 
to this, and I was rewarded as she sucked in her breath and 
grasped my head with both hands. I circled her suddenly erect 
nipple with my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I 
flicked my tongue over the tip. I tried to treat her nipple like 
she treated my dick, and I was rewarded for my efforts. I 
switched to her other breast, and quickly had that nipple erect 
too.

"Mmmmm," I said, looking up at her and smiling, echoing her 
comment of earlier.

She smiled down at me as I sank to my knees in front of her. I 
gently washed her legs, one at a time, and then moved the 
washcloth to her pussy. I didn't want to scrape her sensitive 
parts with the washcloth, so I lightly rubbed her mons and lips. 
She leaned back into the shower and moaned. I longed to probe her 
pussy with my fingers, but I didn't know how she would react.

I didn't get the opportunity to ask, however, as she lifted me to 
my feet and took the washcloth from me. She switched places with 
me, placing me under the stream of water after she rinsed and re-
lathered the washcloth.

She returned the favor and washed me thoroughly. By the time she 
had me rinsed, however, the water was turning cold. She knelt 
before me, the chilly water cascading down my back, and took my 
limp penis in her mouth. She sucked me for a minute or so. I was 
just beginning to get hard after all the afternoon's attention 
when she turned her head and ducked under my penis to lick my 
balls.

The sensation was wonderful as she sucked first one, then the 
other testicle into her mouth. After she had lavished a minute's 
attention on my balls, she returned to my penis. She was only 
teasing me however, and quit before I began to seriously become 
erect.

She smiled a wickedly mischievous smile up at me. "I have to keep 
you wanting more," she said sweetly.

Like there was any risk that I might not want more, I thought to 
myself. Ha! Not likely.

She then laughed and stood up as I turned to turn off the now-
cold water. We dried off and talked about the next day.

"If we finish with the entire side of the garage tomorrow, we can 
go into town tomorrow afternoon," she said. "I can go to the bank 
and get some cash for you. And I want to pick some things up at 
the supermarket."

I nodded.

"Also, tell your Mom that we're going and she'll probably give 
you a list of things she needs from the store. With your Dad gone 
with the car, it'll save her some trouble."

I nodded again.

When we came out into the living room, the clock showed that it 
was almost six! Susan saw it too, and swatted me in the behind, 
shooing me towards the kitchen door.

I grinned at her goofily and headed towards the door.

My mom was just setting plates on the table when I opened the 
door to the clubhouse. As I got closer, she looked at me 
questioningly. I returned her look as innocently as I could, 
smiling. She let any question she might've had die unspoken as I 
sat down at the table and put my napkin in my lap.

During dinner, Mom and Erin talked about stuff, but I wasn't 
paying attention. My thoughts were filled with Susan. And if Mom 
noticed that I was distracted again, then at least I didn't look 
sick. People who are sick do not have goofy smiles on their 
faces!

-----

CHAPTER FIVE

I got up on my own the next morning, and Mom was just getting up 
as I was coming out of the bathroom. She was brushing her hair at 
the dresser when I emerged. When I stepped out of the bathroom, 
she put her brush on the dresser and smiled at me.

I had told her about our trip to town today, and she had written 
a grocery list out. She folded it and stuffed it into an envelope 
that I could see contained cash. She folded the flap closed and 
put it on the top of the dresser.

"There's a list in there of all the groceries that we need. And 
there should be enough cash in there to pay for everything," she 
said, opening my dresser drawer.

"Mmm hmm," I said, settling in for the redundant, and 
unnecessary, instructions.

"Bring back the change, please. Also, be sure you thank Aunt 
Susan for me. I know you'll be polite while you're with her. And 
do what she says."

"Which shorts do you want?"

"Blue."

"Shirt?"

"Cowboys."

"Make sure you clean up before you leave for town," she said, 
looking at me sternly. "Ask Aunt Susan if you can shower there," 
she instructed. (Little did she know!)

She pulled my shorts and my Dallas Cowboys t-shirt out of the 
drawer along with a pair of socks and underwear. She spread the 
shirt out on top of the dresser and rolled the other clothing up 
in it.

Mom handed me the rolled-up bundle of clothes and the envelope 
with the list and money. I waited for her to finish her 
instructions, knowing that I wasn't done yet.

"Have fun and be sure you get everything on the list. I know you 
won't cause any problems, but I'll tell you anyway," she said, 
smiling at me, only half teasing, "don't cause any problems."

She smiled at me to reassure me that she trusted me.

"Okay, Mom. Bye."

I turned and headed for the door. I couldn't wait to get to 
Susan's for breakfast! I had just opened the cabin door and was 
nearly out the screen door when she called me back. I turned and 
looked at her, trying to hide my exasperation.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

I frowned in thought and shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded blithely.

Her eyes flicked to the end of the bunk beds and she looked 
pointedly at the floor. Belatedly, I spotted my sneakers. A 
stricken look came over my face as I shifted my clothes to my 
right hand and reached down with my left.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, smiling up at her in gratitude as I 
plucked my shoes from the floor.

With that, I turned and banged through the screen door, letting 
it slam behind me. Erin hated it when I did that. I smiled as I 
jogged down the hill towards Susan's.

-----

Once I got to Susan's house, she motioned me in when she saw me 
approach the kitchen door. I set my shoes on the floor and the 
rest of what I was carrying on the counter.

"Good morning, sunshine," she said, smiling at me.

She poured me a bowl of cereal and took two pieces of cheese 
toast out of the oven. She silently directed me to sit down, in 
my usual chair closest to the door, and set the bowl and plate in 
front of me.

I sent a questioning glance to her empty end of the table.

"I thought I'd have the same thing that I had yesterday," she 
said, smiling wickedly. "If it's okay with you, that is."

I felt my eyes widen and I quickly nodded. I couldn't believe my 
luck! Of course I had hoped that this would happen. But hope and 
reality have a way of turning out differently. This morning, I 
was glad that my reality was running smack into my hopes.

"Why don't we make a game of it?" she asked.

I wrinkled my brow in confusion.

"Let's see how much of your breakfast you can finish before I 
finish with my breakfast!"

I nodded, and she smiled wickedly again, dropping to her knees 
and disappearing under the table.

I had just scooped a bite of cereal when I felt her warm hand 
part my thighs. I felt the inside of my legs against her 
shoulders as her hot breath washed over my groin. My dick 
stiffened instantly, and all thought of breakfast fled my mind as 
her soft, wet lips fastened themselves onto the tip of my penis.

She sucked me slowly, taking long strokes that dragged her wet 
lips and tongue back over the length of my shaft. I could hear 
her making little noises of delight under the table as she bobbed 
her head back and forth on my manhood.

With one hand, she reached up to fondle my balls as she sucked me 
gently. Every once in a while, she would stop once she got most 
of my dick in her mouth and she would run her tongue over the 
underside of my shaft. She would softly shake her head side to 
side, raking the smooth skin of my penis against the equally 
smooth inside of her cheeks. Then she would withdraw and return 
to bobbing her head, caressing my length with her lips and 
tongue.

I lasted longer than I thought I would, she seemed to have a way 
of drawing things out, but I didn't last as long as I wanted to!

Before long, I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt the rush 
of pressure surge up my shaft. As soon as the first spurt shot 
into her mouth, she locked her lips just behind the crown of my 
cock and brought her hand up to stroke and milk my shaft. My cock 
seemed to swell still further as I came in her mouth, shooting my 
seed down her throat.

When I finally finished shooting my load, she gently sucked my 
deflating cock, coaxing the last remaining drops of semen from my 
shaft.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as she slowly nursed my penis back 
to its flaccid state. When she was done, she reappeared on the 
other side of the table and climbed up into the chair. Her look 
was insufferably smug as she stared pointedly at my barely-
touched cereal and toast.

"I win," she said, practically preening. She smiled broadly, her 
white teeth reminding me of the white semen I had just shot over 
them. "Now finish your breakfast, we've got a lot of work to do."

My cereal was soggy and my toast was cold, but I obediently 
consumed it all.

-----

After breakfast, we finished up all the boxes on the side wall of 
the garage. There were no more finds like the photo albums, 
however. Mostly, it was the kind of things that people accumulate 
over many years of life -- knick-knacks.

The whole time I was moving boxes, however, Susan was teasing me. 
I'd come up to set a box down and she'd ask me to wait before 
picking up the box she was working on. When she had taped up the 
new box, she would fondle me before she'd let me pick it up.

Or she would spread her legs, making eye contact with me before 
she did it, and run her index finger over her slit. I would 
invariably drop my eyes to the spectacle before me (as she meant 
for me to) and when I'd look back up at her, she'd be grinning at 
me.

Once, she caught me as I was turning from the shelves, sank to 
her knees, and sucked me until I was fully hard. As soon as I 
stiffened completely, however, she popped my dick out of her 
mouth and went back to work with an evil twinkle in her eye.

Her antics kept me almost permanently hard. And by lunchtime, I 
was almost ready to jerk off in front of her just for some 
relief.

When we finished the last box from the side of the garage, we 
decided to break for an early lunch. We were walking past the 
wrought-iron table, my hard-on leading the way, when she suddenly 
turned. She spun on her heels so quickly that I almost bumped 
into her.

With a wicked grin, she dropped to her knees and immediately took 
my length as far as she could into her mouth. She only bobbed her 
head four or five times, however, then stood up. She pushed me 
aside a little and bent over the glass table top, supporting 
herself with her outstretched arms.

"Fuck me from behind," she said over her shoulder, her voice 
thick with emotion.

I readily complied. I bent my knees slightly to come up from 
behind, and when I moved my hips forward, my dick slid into her 
easily. The first touch of my flesh on hers was electric, and she 
let out a low moan of pleasure.

When I had myself firmly seated in her pussy, I grabbed her hips 
and began to slowly thrust in and out of her.

The feeling of her pussy was in some ways better than her mouth. 
Her pussy gripped me like a vise -- a very hot, very wet vise. I 
slowly sawed my cock in and out of her pussy, and I could feel 
her need as she quivered beneath me.

"This is for teasing me all morning," I said as I kept my pace 
deliberately slow.

She only whimpered.

I kept up my glacial pace as long as I could. But finally, the 
sensations created by the walls of her vagina overwhelmed me and 
I began thrusting into her with strong strokes.

She was thrust forward every time my hips slammed into her ass 
and drove my cock deep into her pussy. Her arms slid out from 
under her and she stretched out on the table before me, open to 
my onslaught. I pumped into her a few more times before I felt my 
come boiling up.

With one final thrust, I pounded into her, held my hips against 
her ass with my hands, and felt my come erupt inside her. I felt 
as if my body were being emptied of semen, I came so powerfully. 
My eyes closed tightly as I held onto her, locked inside her, at 
the mercy of my gushing penis.

When my come finally slowed to a trickle, I opened my eyes. I'd 
had them shut so tightly that I saw spots for a moment. I relaxed 
my clenched legs and buttocks, and looked down at Susan's back 
where she panted, laid out on the table. When we finally 
recovered a semblance of our normal breathing, I pulled my hips 
back and let my slick penis slide from her pussy.

I was still half-hard, and she slid off the table to kneel in 
front of me. With increasing energy, she cleaned our combined 
juices from my dick. When she pronounced me clean enough and 
stood, she took my hand in hers and we went inside.

We had been so occupied with each other that neither of us had 
noticed the person standing at the entry to the courtyard.

-----

Once inside, we showered together. I enjoyed washing her, and I 
certainly enjoyed her washing me. But I had just come not more 
than 15 minutes before, I survived the experience without an 
erection.

When we got out of the shower, Susan wrapped her towel around her 
head and headed off to her bedroom to get dressed. I suddenly 
realized that I'd forgotten to bring any deodorant. Fortunately, 
rooting around in the medicine cabinet, I found some left over 
from her sons, and was soon dressed and waiting in the living 
room.

I heard the hairdryer from the back of the house shut off, and 
then Susan entered the living room. She had her hair up in a pony 
tail, a very cute hair style that made her look several years 
younger. She wore a men's button shirt with the sleeves rolled 
up. It was tucked into a light, mid-thigh-length beige print 
skirt. Completing the outfit, she wore strappy sandals that 
accentuated her calves.

She fixed a quick lunch of sandwiches and lemonade. When we 
finished eating and Susan had put the dishes in the sink for 
later, she picked up her purse from the counter in the kitchen. 
She reminded me to get my envelope with my mom's shopping list 
and cash, and we headed out to the courtyard. Since we were still 
working in the garage, her car was parked out in front of it. We 
hopped into the station wagon and headed out.

On the way out of the camp, we saw Mom come out the side door of 
the clubhouse and flag us down.

We had our windows rolled down because of the heat, and as Susan 
slowed to a stop, Mom walked up to lean down to the window. She 
had a flustered expression on her face. She looked at Susan, then 
slid her gaze to me. Her expression was unreadable, and I 
wondered if I'd done something wrong.

Then she sort of shook herself and smiled.

"Sorry to flag you down," she said to Susan by way of 
explanation, "but I remembered that we were low on Cokes, so I 
wanted Paul to pick some up."

She looked at me.

"You should have enough money, just add two six-packs of Coke to 
your list."

"Sure, Mom. No problem."

She smiled and Susan nodded, "I'll make sure he remembers them, 
Beth."

"Thanks, Suz."

Mom looked at me one more time, and I could swear that as she 
rose to back away from the car, her eyes dropped to my crotch. 
Before I could react, however, Mom waved.

Susan returned the wave, smiled, and drove off.

"What was that about?" Susan asked, looking over at me.

I shrugged, "I dunno."

"Hmmmm."
 
-----

The drive from the camp to the chained gate was only 15 minutes. 
The gate was actually two large white-painted cinder-block anchor 
pillars with a padlocked chain stretched between them. Signs on 
the inbound side of the pillars proclaimed this to be private 
property and forbade trespassing. The pine forest came right up 
to the sandy road at this point, and there was no way to bypass 
the gate with a car.

When we arrived at the chain, Susan told me the combination to 
the lock. I got out, unlocked the chain and let it fall to the 
ground. When she drove over the chain, I hauled it back through 
the anchor bolt, pulled it tight, and re-locked the padlock to 
hold it in place. I returned to the passenger side of the station 
wagon and we drove off.

The drive from the gate was another 20 minutes. We were about 
halfway to the main road when Susan slowed. The pine forest had 
thinned out by this point, and as Susan turned right into the 
weeds, I was certain she had gone nuts. It was heavily overgrown 
with tall grass, but there was indeed the beginnings of a cleared 
track beyond the weeds. I could barely make out the sandy track, 
but Susan seemed assured so I relaxed and let her drive.

"This is where my father first wanted to put his house. After 
they surveyed the land, he decided that the current location was 
much better, since we could build the lake. And it would require 
much less time, money, and trouble removing trees. Up ahead, the 
forest is fairly thick, and we would've had to remove acres of 
trees to build what my father wanted.

"So he decided to locate the camp where it is now. But we'd come 
up here on picnics when I was a little girl. I think I'm the only 
one who knows about it, and I keep it to myself, since it's so 
special to me.

"Unless you know the road is here, you'd have to practically 
stumble over it to find it. And no one from the camp hikes this 
far towards the main road," she explained as we drove slowly down 
the overgrown track.

We reached a natural clearing after about 10 minutes, and Susan 
stopped the station wagon in the tall grass. She stopped the 
engine and we got out of the car.

"Take your clothes off," she said, unbuttoning her shirt. "Leave 
your shoes and socks on, though."

I complied quickly. I had only my t-shirt, underwear and shorts 
to slide off. I watched as she pulled her shirt from her skirt 
and took it off, throwing it on the driver's seat. She reached 
around behind her and unclasped her bra. I was mesmerized as I 
watched the globes of her breasts spill out of her bra as she 
removed it. She then bent over and slid her skirt and panties off 
in one fluid motion.

Once she'd tossed everything on the car seat, she walked off into 
the woods. I quickly caught up with her. We walked through the 
shade of the pine forest for perhaps 10 more minutes. Up ahead, I 
could see the trees thinning out, and thought I heard the sound 
of running water.

We came around a low hill and she stopped. Before us were several 
large rocks. Over the rocks, most of them taller than me, ran a 
stream. The falls formed a dark pool at the base of the larger 
rocks, and then ran off down the hill to our right.

"This is one of the streams that feeds the camp's lake," she 
said.

"Cool."

"Very," she said, smiling. "The spring starts several hundred 
feet up this hill, but this is my favorite place."

I could see why. The trees were thinner here, because of the 
stream, and the sun shone down to bake the large rocks of the 
falls.

"The pool is about 4 feet deep, and VERY cold," she said. "On a 
summer day, however, it's a great place for a picnic and a swim."

She stood silently for a few moments, then sighed deeply.

"This is a very special place for me," she said quietly.

I stood close to her and kept silent.

She closed her eyes and stood silently for another minute, 
enjoying the sounds of the forest and the small falls.

At last, she turned to me with a mischievous look in her eye and 
dropped to her knees. She took my penis in her mouth and began 
working on it. Despite the fact that I'd already come twice 
today, I was quickly erect.

She took my penis out of her mouth and turned her attentions to 
my balls. While she licked them, she stroked my length with her 
left hand.

She continued alternately licking my balls and sucking my dick 
for perhaps another minute. Then she popped my manhood out of her 
mouth and stood. At my look of disappointment, she chided me.

"Just wait... You'll enjoy it," she said cryptically.

With that, she turned and started off, back the way we'd come.

-----

When we got back to the car, I went to put on my clothes.

"Leave your underwear off," she said to me over the hood of the 
car.

"Huh?"

"Just don't put your underwear on, that's all."

"But won't people be able to tell?" I asked. My shorts weren't 
all that thick to begin with. And I still had to cram my half-
hard penis into the thin fabric. It would stand out to anyone who 
was paying attention.

"Mmm hmm," she said, grinning.

"Okay," I said, still not convinced.

"Trust me," she said confidently.

I watched as she picked up her skirt. She shook her panties loose 
from where they'd been tangled up in the thin garment. Leaving 
the white panties on the car seat, she stepped into the skirt and 
slid it up her shapely legs.

Leaving her bra on the car seat too, she thrust her arms into the 
shirt. She didn't button it up at all. Rather, she tied the shirt 
tails in a loose knot at her midriff. It was so loose, that when 
she looked up and saw me watching her, she grasped the edges of 
the shirt and pulled them apart, exposing her nipples to me.

"You're not going into town like that, are you?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

I shook my head and got into the car. We put our discarded 
underwear in the glove compartment and returned to the camp road. 
 From there, it was only 10 minutes more to the main road, a two-
lane "highway" leading to town.

The drive to town took another 40 minutes, and we chatted idly 
about the sights along the road, cars we passed, and anything 
else that struck our fancy.

-----

Once we got into town, the first stop we made was at a bank. I 
stayed in the car while Susan went inside.

When she returned, she handed me a bank envelope, gesturing for 
me to open it.

"That's your pay for this week."

I tentatively opened the envelope. Inside, I counted six crisp 
new $20 bills! This was a small fortune for a teenager, and 
visions of what I would purchase flashed through my mind. The 
possibilities were endless!

I was lost in thought as we pulled out of the bank parking lot, 
Susan smiling at my preoccupation the entire time.

-----

I was so lost in thought about my newfound riches that I didn't 
even notice when we pulled into the Winn Dixie parking lot. When 
Susan parked the car, I looked up.

I guess early Friday afternoon wasn't a busy time at the grocery 
store. We were one of the only cars in the parking lot. As I got 
out of the car, I asked about the lack of people at the store. 
Susan pointed down the street and I saw a much larger, and much 
newer grocery store. I suspected that good old Winn Dixie might 
just be suffering from the newer competition.

"I've been coming to this store for years, and I know where 
everything is. So I guess I keep coming back because it's 
convenient," she said.

I shrugged.

It didn't matter to me much one way or the other. I took out my 
envelope with the list and the money, clutched it in my hand, and 
followed Susan into the store.

Inside the grocery store, the air conditioning was not really up 
to the job. I suspected that did more than anything to drive away 
customers on a hot South Carolina summer day.

Once in the store, Susan set her sunglasses on top of her head, 
pulled out a basket, and we headed off to the produce section. I 
took out my list and began to fill the basket with groceries.

After the produce section, we came to the dairy coolers, and 
Susan began to tease me. Her shirt was tied so loosely that she 
could easily slide it to one side or the other and completely 
expose one of her breasts. In the chill of the dairy aisle (one 
of the few cool places in the store, I suspected!), she pulled 
her shirt to the left and exposed herself to my gaze.

"Brrrrrr. It sure is cold over here," she said with a mischievous 
smile.

I almost panicked, looking around to see if anyone could see us. 
I hastily determined that the store was as devoid of employees as 
it was of customers.

"My poor nipples are so hard," she continued, baiting me.

I couldn't move, I was so afraid of being caught. She only 
grinned at my discomfort and blithely turned to continue down the 
aisle -- without covering her exposed breast.

I quickly scampered in front of her, stopping in front of the 
cart.

"Susan, please!" I hissed. "If we get caught, they'll put us in 
jail; or worse!"

She smiled at me.

"I thought you liked my breasts," she said.

"I do, I just don't wanna go to jail."

She shrugged minutely and shifted her shirt. I could still 
plainly see the curve of her left breast, but I could no longer 
see her areola. I figured that might be good enough to keep us 
out of jail.

On the next aisle, she continued. I was putting a loaf of bread 
in the cart when I felt her hand on the front of my shorts, 
caressing my dick. I hardened before I could jump back in 
surprise.

Once again, I frantically looked around the store to see if 
anyone could see us. The only sound was the awful 'grocery store 
music' in the background and not a person was in sight.

Susan giggled at my obvious discomfort, and we continued 
shopping.

The rest of our time in the grocery store was like this. By the 
third aisle, I'd decided that there was very little chance of our 
getting caught, and I started to enjoy the thrill of doing 
something naughty in a public place.

On the aisles where we were walking towards the back of the 
store, Susan would spread her shirt wide, exposing her nipples. 
Sometimes, she would bend over to fetch things off a low shelf, 
and when she bent over, she'd throw her thin skirt up, exposing 
her ass and her deliciously bare pussy lips to me.

Whenever the opportunity arose, she would take my hand and run my 
fingers over her slit. I could feel the heat and moisture of her 
arousal.

Also at every opportunity, she would fondle my erection. I looked 
down and realized that without my underwear, the outline of my 
dick was clearly visible through my shorts. I shrugged it off. 
She was enjoying herself tremendously, and I found myself 
reluctantly enjoying the illicit thrill along with her.

Towards the last couple of aisles, where we were furthest away 
from the cashier in the front and the manager's office in the 
rear, she did something that truly stunned me.

In the cleaning supplies aisle, where there was a large cardboard 
display of Mr. Clean, she dropped to her knees. She quickly slid 
the leg of my shorts over my stiff erection and wrapped her lips 
around me. The silky smooth warmth of her mouth was almost enough 
to make me pass out.

She took me as deep as she could, quickly stroking my erection 
with her mouth. With her left hand, she fondled my balls as she 
made quiet sucking sounds around my dick. I thought she was going 
to make me come, and was hoping against hope that no one would 
walk around the corner and see us.

Just as I was wondering if she intended to make me come right 
then, she stopped, removing her luscious mouth from my dick. She 
stood up and stepped close to me. With her right hand, she 
gripped my aching penis and stroked it.

"If you walk all the way to the last aisle with your dick out, 
I'll give you a big surprise," she purred.

I was terrified of being caught, but so far gone with arousal 
that I couldn't resist, and mutely nodded.

Those last two aisles were the longest 5 minutes of my life. 
Susan watched with lustful amusement as I furtively snuck around 
the front end of the next aisle. We shopped all down the second-
to-last aisle and it seemed to take an eternity. I still had 
things on my list that I needed to get, and my concentration was 
slipping as my arousal increased.

I almost went crazy trying to watch out for any employees or 
customers, read my list, and fill the basket. In addition, I had 
to deal with Susan periodically stroking my erection where it 
stuck out from the leg of my shorts.

As we turned the corner on the last aisle, paper products, I 
breathed a sigh of relief. Just as we turned the corner, Susan 
pulled the cart from my grasp. Without a word, she bent over in 
front of me and pulled her skirt up around her hips. Her 
delicious round ass, in all its alabaster splendor, was in 
directly in front of me.

With her right hand, she reached between her legs and grasped my 
cock. With one fluid motion, she aimed my cock at her dripping 
pussy and thrust herself backwards.

Her pussy was like fire, gripping my cock in a furnace of lust. I 
grasped her hips and began slowly thrusting.

But after 8 or 10 thrusts, she pulled away and stood. She could 
clearly see the disappointment on my face.

She smiled at me and dropped to her knees in front of me, quickly 
cleaning her juices from my cock, and pulling my shorts down to 
cover my erection. While I was certainly covered, however, anyone 
who looked would quickly realize that I was very, very hard.

With a wink, she spun on her heels and began pushing the cart 
towards the front of the store. As we rounded the end of the 
aisle, we could see that there was only one cashier on duty.

The lone cashier was a bored-looking girl, older than me by 
several years. As we drew closer, I could see she was reading a 
book, so I studied her without fear of being caught staring.

She was boyishly slim, with short, curly brown hair and smallish 
breasts. Her nametag read 'Stacy.' When we turned out basket into 
her checkout line, she put a bookmark in her book and looked up 
at us for the first time.

I could see her eyes open wide in shock as Susan and I approached 
her. I thought to myself what a pair we must've made. I was, 
probably unsuccessfully, trying to hide my erection. But Susan 
seemed to preen at the girl's unabashed scrutiny.

As I started putting our groceries on the counter and the girl 
started ringing them up, I could see her covertly sneaking 
glances at Susan's nearly exposed breasts. Susan turned to her 
left to watch me as I emptied our cart. As Susan faced me, she 
idly toyed with the left side of her shirt, pulling it out and 
away from her breast as she ran her fingers slowly up and down 
the button holes of the shirt.

The checkout girl had a clear and unobstructed view of Susan's 
left breast. Whenever she would lift an item to find its price, 
she would gaze past it to catch a glimpse of Susan's perfectly 
tanned, full, round breast.

"You forgot the cokes you were supposed to get," Susan suddenly 
chided me.

"Um... yeah, I guess I did."

"You need to pay more attention, Paul," she teased.

"Well... I was kinda... occupied... at the time."

"That's okay, I'll go get them."

She headed back to the aisle with the soft drinks and the cashier 
looked at me.

"Is she your mom?"

I shook my head, "A friend."

The cashier arched her eyebrow in disbelief.

"A friend of my parents'," I quickly amended.

"Oh," she said, drawing out the sound.

As she pursed her lips, I immediately imagined them wrapped 
around my dick. As my expression changed, she looked at me, 
wondering why it had. I banished that line of thinking from my 
head and nervously smiled at her.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Seventeen," I lied without batting an eye. "How old are you?"

"Twenty," she said diffidently.

"Oh."

"Does your... friend... always dress like that?" she asked 
tentatively, nodding in the direction Susan had walked.

"Susan? No," I chuckled, unable to contain myself. "Normally she 
doesn't dress like that," I chuckled again, telling the absolute 
truth and thinking to myself about the joke I'd made by doing it.

As if on cue, Susan returned carrying two six-packs of Coke.

Stacy finished ringing up the groceries from Mom's list and I 
extracted cash from my envelope to pay. She then went around to 
the end of the checkout stand to start bagging while I started 
loading the counter with Susan's groceries.

As the girl reached the end of the stand, she had to kneel to 
pull out more brown grocery bags. When she did, her head was on a 
level with Susan's waist. Not missing the opportunity when it 
presented itself, Susan took her sunglasses off her head. She 
then casually lifted the front hem of her skirt and began 
cleaning the sunglasses lenses. I could tell that Stacy had seen 
up Susan's skirt by the sound of a stack of bags slapping into 
the tile of the floor.

I could barely see over the end of the checkout stand, but I had 
a fairly good idea what was going on. Stacy lingered, kneeling at 
the end of the stand, fumbling with the stack of bags without 
looking at them. What she was looking at was obvious. I knew what 
power seeing Susan's shaved pussy had over me the first time I'd 
glimpsed it.

And I knew from recent experience that her lips were puffy and 
spreading slightly with arousal, and probably glistening with 
moisture as well. In a minute, however, Susan had the cleanest (I 
probably should say the doubly-cleanest) sunglasses she'd ever 
had. She finally let her skirt drop back down into place.

When Stacy stood, with the bags finally in hand, I could see she 
was flushed and a little bit flustered. I smiled inwardly, 
knowing exactly how she felt.

She quickly bagged my groceries and then came back to her cash 
register to ring up Susan's purchases. As she did so, Susan took 
out her checkbook and laid it on the edge of the checkout 
counter. She fluffed her shirt in an effort to generate a breeze 
over her chest.

"Feels good to create a little breeze," Susan said innocently.

"Mmm hmm," the younger woman replied, darting glances as Susan's 
breasts were exposed in flashes.

She got an eyeful!

When she finished ringing up the groceries, Susan bent over to 
write out her check. As she did so, her shirt fell away from her 
chest, giving a clear view of her breasts. Stacy's eyes were 
glued to Susan's nipples where they were displayed in front of 
her.

When Susan finished writing, she tore out the check and 
straightened. As she held the check out, Stacy's eyes were 
riveted to Susan's chest. Stacy unconsciously licked her lips and 
automatically reached out to take the check. Susan let the 
younger woman's gaze linger.

"It's so hot out today, isn't it?" Susan said innocently.

Stacy wrenched her eyes away from Susan's chest with a visible 
effort and merely nodded.

I marveled at Susan's apparent shamelessness.

With the check deposited in the drawer of the register, the girl 
rounded the end of the stand to bag Susan's groceries. I guess 
she was hoping for a repeat performance when she knelt at the end 
of the stand to retrieve a stack of smaller brown bags.

Susan did not disappoint.

Seemingly casually, she turned to me, 'accidentally' knocking her 
checkbook off the counter and onto the floor. She bent over at 
the waist, and her skirt rode up, neatly exposing her ass and 
shaved pussy to the young woman kneeling at the end of the stand.

Not content to simply retrieve her 'dropped' checkbook, Susan 
tightened the straps on not one, but both her sandals.

Once again, the poor checkout girl fumbled with the bags, 
obviously distracted. When Susan finally finished with her 
sandals, she stood up. Stacy stood as well, even more distracted 
that before.

She fumbled with the larger bags and quickly bagged Susan's 
groceries. She never once used one of the smaller bags she'd gone 
to such lengths to retrieve!

When our groceries were all finally bagged, Susan smiled sweetly 
and waved to Stacy as she pushed the shopping cart out the front 
of the store.

I merely shrugged at the obviously flustered cashier and followed 
Susan out the door.

-----

We quickly loaded the groceries into the back of Susan's station 
wagon and headed out of the Winn Dixie parking lot.

"Wow!" Susan exclaimed with an explosive breath. "That was very, 
very naughty."

I didn't know what to say. I simply nodded.

"That made me so horny," she continued. "My pussy is gushing!"

My penis seemed to get harder still.

As we turned onto the state highway that would take us the 40 
minutes back to the camp, Susan looked at me slyly.

"Would you take off your shorts?"

"Why?"

"Why do you think?" she asked.

"I dunno," I said, playing dumb.

"I want to see your dick."

Those were the magic words alright! I spared a brief moment for 
what might happen if the police stopped us, but I was too far 
gone with arousal to dwell on the idea.

I shucked off my shorts and left them on the floorboard. The wind 
of our passage cooled my hard-on and Susan reached over with one 
hand to slowly stroke my length.

She removed her hand from my erection and out of the corner of my 
eye, I saw her untie the knot holding her shirt 'closed.' She let 
the shirt tails flap to her sides, baring her breasts completely. 
She was short enough that I didn't think anyone could see them 
over the window sill. Besides, we were traveling at more than 
forty miles per hour; no one would have time to figure out what 
they might've seen.

The next forty minutes were some of the longest in my young life. 
As we drove, Susan would periodically reach over and fondle my 
erection. But she would never stroke long enough to make me come.

The entire drive back, the tip of my dick was leaking pre-come 
that she would gently wipe off with her fingers. She would then 
lick her finger clean, or rub the clear liquid onto her stiff 
nipples, making small circular motions with her fingers and 
grinning wickedly at me.

By the time we reached the turn-off for the camp, I was ready to 
explode. I was hoping that she would turn down the path that led 
to the waterfall and pool. But I was disappointed when she 
blithely drove past it.

When we reached the pillars of the gate, I was squirming in my 
seat with the need to get off.

Susan stopped the car at the gate and looked expectantly at me.

I snapped. That's the only way I can explain it.

"Turn off the engine," I said in the same voice of command that 
my father sometimes used -- a voice that clearly brooked no 
objection. "Get out of the car."

Susan looked at me in shock and hastily turned the key and opened 
her door. I quickly got out of the car and looked at her over the 
roof. I peremptorily pointed towards the back of the car and 
started that direction myself.

Once there, Susan was looking at me with a mixture of fear and 
confusion. I reached out and opened the station wagon's tailgate, 
laying it down against its stops.

I brusquely reached out and spun her around to face away from me. 
With both hands, I reached up to the collar of the shirt she wore 
and roughly pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms. Once 
it came free of her arms, I negligently tossed it into the back 
of the car.

I put my hand on her shoulder and spun her around again. Her eyes 
were wide as she simply stared at me. Putting my hands on her 
shoulders, I turned her slightly and pushed her back against the 
tailgate. She sat down with a plop and I shoved her shoulders 
down.

With one fluid motion I put my hands on her calves and lifted, 
rolling her completely onto her back. I put my hands on the 
elastic waist of the skirt and quickly stripped the thin fabric 
over her ass and off her legs.

Before she could drop her legs from where I held them in the air 
in front of me, I quickly pulled off my own shirt, tossing it on 
the pile of her clothes.

I put one hand on each ankle and roughly pulled her legs apart. 
When she looked up at me, her eyes were as large as saucers, and 
her lustful expression was tinged with fear.

I looked down between her spread legs to her spread and slick 
pussy lips. They were already distended with her arousal. I ran 
my hands down her legs to her upper thighs and stepped forward as 
I pulled her to the edge of the tailgate.

Her calves rested on my shoulders as I aimed my ramrod-straight 
erection at her and roughly thrust forward. My dick met no 
resistance as I slid it into her steaming pussy and she rolled 
her eyes back and groaned.

I was mad at being teased all afternoon and the entire drive 
back, and I pounded her with all my pent-up frustration. Each 
time I slammed into her, she would involuntarily moan.

As I forcefully pumped my dick into her, I watched in fascination 
as her breasts bounced up and down with the power of each stoke.

"Play with your tits," I commanded.

She rolled her head to the side and moaned in ecstasy, completely 
oblivious to me. I stopped my thrusting with just the tip of my 
dick still in her and looked down as she moaned in distress.

"I said play with your tits!"

She quickly complied, bringing her hands up and rolling and 
pinching her nipples between her fingers. She moaned even louder.

"Mmmmmm, nice," I said as I resumed fucking her.

I bent forward, and with her calves on my shoulders, she began to 
bend in half. As her legs bent back, her ass rose to meet my 
thrusts, and I was soon pumping down into her steaming pussy.

I felt her muscles begin to contract around my dick and each 
thrust became more effort to drive home. I battered her clenching 
pussy with my manhood, rapidly thrusting myself into her. With a 
rush, she came.

Her low moans turned into a scream of pleasure as I thrust past 
the clenching walls of her pussy, driving myself deeper into her.

Finally, with an explosive groan of my own, I emptied my semen 
into her. As she felt my dick begin to spurt inside her, Susan's 
orgasm intensified. I could feel her pussy clutch me almost 
painfully tight as my pumping cock spewed white-hot semen into 
the depths of her pussy.

As my powerful spurts slowly subsided, Susan went limp. Her hands 
left her nipples and fell to her sides and she shuddered 
powerfully, breathing heavily.

I was breathing heavily with the force of my own orgasm as I 
stared down at the sheen of sweat that covered her body.

My dick, however, had ideas of its own. I was still rock hard 
inside her still-contracting pussy. After a moment or two to 
catch my breath, I straightened slightly and unbent her body 
beneath me.

I ran my hands up over her thighs and grasped the back of her 
knees. With a gentle pressure, I bent her legs at the knees and 
pushed them back towards her chest. I put my hands on the tops of 
her shins to hold her legs in place and slowly began pumping my 
still-erect penis into her pussy.

Susan moaned as I resumed fucking her. I kept my tempo 
deliberately slow and she moaned as each thrust of my cock sank 
home. She was rolling her head from side to side and shuddering 
in pleasure. Otherwise, she was limp and pliable in my hands.

I pushed her legs back and spread them further, leaving her wide 
open to my thrusts.

I fucked her this way for several minutes, slowly and 
deliberately, enjoying the expressions of pleasure that played 
across her face. Her breasts were slowly bouncing with the rhythm 
of our fucking. I smiled as I looked up and realized that the 
entire car was slowly rocking with our rhythm too.

As I fucked her, I felt my orgasm building slowly. Her pussy was 
clenching and unclenching wildly around my shaft, and I could 
tell she was enjoying what I was doing.

When I did finally begin to come, I thrust myself deep inside her 
already drenched pussy and unleashed a second torrent of sperm. 
My second orgasm wasn't as intense as the first, but waves of 
pleasure began to wash over both of us as I filled her brimming 
pussy with still more of my seed.

When my spurting finally subsided, I released her legs and nearly 
collapsed on top of her. I supported myself over her with my 
arms, panting with exertion. She was panting too as she let her 
legs drop, still spread wide to accommodate my hips.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal, she opened her eyes 
to look up at me. She brought her hands up to gently stroke my 
cheeks and drew a deep breath.

"Wow," she said, exhaling.

"Mmmmmm," I said, taking a deep breath of my own.

I looked down into her clear blue eyes and we enjoyed the 
companionable silence of each other's company as my penis slowly 
deflated within the confines of her vagina.

Slowly and carefully, I stood up, making sure I didn't crush her 
beneath my weight. As my semi-hard dick withdrew from her pussy, 
she moaned and shuddered again.

I looked down at her swollen lips and saw a gush of white semen 
spill from her pussy. Her pussy looked like a red, blooming 
flower full of white nectar. I was amazed that I had pumped that 
much sperm into her. She smiled up at me, seeing the expression 
on my face.

"Mmm hmm. It was a lot," she said, slowly sitting up on her 
elbows and correctly interpreting my expression.

As she looked down over her flattened breasts at her leaking 
pussy, she suddenly laughed.

"Wow," she said again once her laughter had subsided. "I must 
look like I've been fucked," she said, looking at her red and 
puffy labia, "by a football team."

I shook my head adamantly. "You look beautiful," I said, and 
meant it. She was flushed, sweaty, and very disheveled, and her 
abused pussy was leaking a stream of our combined fluids. But I 
had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Her eyes softened as she saw my expression, and we both simply 
looked into each other's eyes.

She broke the spell, smiling.

"Could you get me the towel from the back seat, please?"

I nodded and headed around to fetch the towel. When I returned 
and handed it to her, she first held it against her face and 
chest, wiping the sweat generated by our coupling. Then she held 
it out to me to do the same. When I had, I handed it back to her. 
She thrust the towel between her legs and began cleaning herself 
up.

When she finished, she sat up and motioned me over. I stepped 
close to her and she bent her head down to suck my flaccid, and 
still wet, penis into her mouth. She licked my deflated penis 
clean, making sure not to miss anything. Finally, she dabbed my 
dick and balls with the soft towel, drying me off completely.

-----

We slowly put out clothes back on, and I opened the gate for her 
to drive through. When I had it locked behind us again, I jumped 
into the passenger seat of the car and we headed back to camp.

We stopped off at the clubhouse to unload my family's groceries. 
When entered the cool confines of the building, it took our eyes 
a moment to adjust. We were carrying bags over to the counter 
above our baskets when Mom joined us. Evidently, she had been 
reading a magazine on one of the couches when we came in.

Mom helped us unload the groceries. I was making the last trip 
out to the station wagon when I looked down in horror. Along the 
edge of the tailgate, there was a large trail of fresh come, one 
that we hadn't wiped up from earlier. I panicked as I wondered 
whether Mom had seen it or not, and if she had, would she know 
what it was.

A million thoughts, none of them good, rushed through my mind as 
I quickly wiped the white goo from the tailgate and wiped my hand 
on my shorts. I picked up the last two bags and headed back into 
the clubhouse.

Once inside, I carried the bags over to the counter where Mom and 
Susan we putting things away. I handed the envelope with the 
change over to Mom and started taking things to put in the 
refrigerator. We quickly had all the groceries put away, and Mom 
turned to Susan.

"Thank you again for taking Paul to the store today," Mom said. 
"And thank you for doing the shopping, Paul," she said, turning 
to me. "You did well."

I beamed at the praise.

"He was a lot of fun to shop with, Beth. You'd've been proud of 
him," Susan said.

"Thank you. When he's paying attention, he's a very polite young 
man," my mother teased me with her compliment. "Do you need Paul 
to help with your groceries?"

"If he doesn't mind," Susan said and both women turned to me.

"Sure. No problem," I answered. "But afterward, I really, really 
wanna cool off in the lake."

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Susan said.

"Well then, I think I'll join you two," Mom chimed in. "I'll get 
our towels, Paul, and meet you two at the lake in a few minutes."

"Okay," Susan and I said together and grinned at each other, 
startled.

We walked back out to the station wagon and drove to Susan's 
house. As we let the tailgate down, I turned to Susan.

"We forgot to wipe off the tailgate," I said. "I came out and 
there was a big drip of my semen on the edge."

Susan looked at me and her eyes got wide. Suddenly, she burst out 
laughing.

This wasn't funny! What if my mom saw it?! I stared at her with a 
strangled expression.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Paul. Your mom probably didn't even 
see it. And besides," she said reasonably, "if she did, she 
probably wouldn't realize what it was."

I wasn't convinced.

"Well, now you know not to fill me so full that I leak!" she said 
and burst out laughing anew.

Her laughter, and the absurdity of it all, was infectious, and I 
was soon laughing too as we carried her groceries inside.

-----

We took off our clothes, Susan donned her usual bikini bottoms, 
and we both headed off down the hill towards the lake.

When we got there, Mom was just slipping off her flip-flops and 
setting our towels on our lounge chairs. I dumped my rolled-up 
clothes on top of the towels and set my sock-stuffed shoes 
underneath the chair. Susan laid her towel on the adjacent chair 
and we started toward water.

Mom walked tentatively down the concrete steps into the cold, 
cold water. I could see her shiver, but as she got used to it, 
she continued. Susan and I followed her in, and soon enough, we 
were up to our necks in the cold water.

The stairs into the water were in the deepest part of lake, 
shaded by a large tree that had been left when the lake was 
constructed. We didn't go much further out than the base of the 
stairs, but even then, we were standing in neck-deep water. The 
water here was as clear as the rest of the lake, but in the 
shadows of the big tree, it was almost black.

Mom and Susan began chatting about who all was supposed to come 
in this weekend (most families arrived on the weekends). But I 
quickly stopped listening as I felt a hand on my cold and 
shriveled penis.

With a shock, I looked at Susan as the hand began to knead and 
pull on my growing dick. How could she fondle me when my mom was 
less than two feet away?!

I tried to back away, but the hand tightened around my expanding 
member, holding me fast. Unless I wanted to forcibly remove it, I 
wasn't going anywhere. As I reached full erection, I stared 
daggers at Susan. Mom turned to sweep her gaze over the lake as 
she was making some point, and Susan looked at me.

Her questioning look seemed perfectly innocent. I tried to will 
her to remove her hand from my penis, but she simply looked at me 
blankly and then quickly looked back to Mom as she turned back to 
face us.

Susan smiled blandly, and I could do nothing but stand there 
helpless. Unless I wanted to make a big scene about things, I 
couldn't very well get away!

Her hand gripped my shaft and began to stroke it, warming my cold 
flesh with each caress. I stood there, helpless, held captive by 
her hand on my erection, for several minutes as Mom and Susan 
talked.

The whole time, I was trying to silently will Susan to release 
me. She acted completely oblivious, and continued talking to Mom. 
Each time I'd try to pull away, however, I'd feel my hard-on 
gripped firmly, holding me in place. I didn't think I was in 
danger of coming, especially not after my rapid-fire orgasms 
earlier, but I still didn't like the idea of having my dick 
fondled not two feet from my mom.

Finally, I felt the hand shift its grip and sensed my moment had 
arrived. I quickly backed away from the two women and ducked 
under the water. With a powerful shove against the bottom step, I 
propelled myself between them underwater.

I turned around as I surfaced.

"I'm gonna go swim for a while," I shouted back to them.

"Okay, honey," Mom said, waving. "Have fun."

-----

I swam around until my penis softened, just generally goofing 
off, but making sure to keep my dick below the surface.

When I had finally gotten soft enough to get out of the lake, I 
swam back towards the stairs. Mom and Susan had climbed out of 
the lake and were sitting on the sun-warmed brick coping, 
dangling their legs in the water and talking.

As I climbed the stairs out of the water, Mom and Susan stood 
too. We all converged on the loungers with our towels at the same 
time. As we dried off, I sent scolding glances at Susan whenever 
Mom wasn't looking. She looked puzzled and shook her head, 
mouthing "What?"

I shook my head in turn, scowling.

Mom turned back to us and my expression cleared and was replaced 
by my best 'I wasn't Up To Something' look.

"Well, I'm going to go start dinner," Mom said. "You're welcome 
to join us, Susan. It'd be my way of saying thanks for driving 
Paul to the grocery store."

"Thanks, Beth. I appreciate it. Although driving Paul to the 
store was my pleasure."

I almost choked. Mom didn't know the HALF of it!

"I'd love to join you for dinner," Susan continued.

"Great!" Mom said. "Then I'll see you two in about thirty 
minutes."

With that, she wrapped her towel around her waist and headed up 
the hill.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Susan turned to me and spoke 
in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"You know what," I said accusingly.

"No, Paul, tell me," she said with more patience than I probably 
deserved.

"You know."

"No, Paul, I don't. Not if you don't tell me."

"You grabbed me," I accused.

"Grabbed you?"

I nodded.

"What do you mean?" she asked, uncomprehending.

"When we were standing out at the end of the stairs talking? With 
Mom not more than two feet away?" I accused, trying to elicit an 
admission.

She gestured at me to continue, still uncomprehending.

"And you grabbed my dick and stroked my hard-on for 10 minutes," 
I said.

A look of shock came over her face, and then she burst out 
laughing.

"It wasn't me, Paul," she said through her laughter, shaking her 
head.

"What do you mean it wasn't you?!"

"I mean that I didn't grab you, Paul," she said calmly, her eyes 
still laughing at me.

"Then if it wasn't you, who was it?" I asked, as if that somehow 
ended the argument.

She merely raised her eyebrows in silent question and laughed 
again.

Okay, sometimes I'm slow on the uptake!

At my look of utter and complete horror, her laughter redoubled.

-----

CHAPTER SIX

Dinner that night was mentally exhausting. Mom, Susan and Erin 
chattered about all sorts of things. I didn't pay enough 
attention to participate in the conversation, however; I was lost 
in thought.

If Susan hadn't been the one stroking my erection in the lake, 
then that left only one other option. And I didn't even want to 
consider what THAT meant. I had been standing within arm's reach 
of both Mom and Susan.

Susan must be teasing me, I thought frantically. She had to have 
been the one stroking me. She must be letting me think it wasn't 
her, to see me squirm.

There were only a few problems with that. Susan enjoyed teasing 
me, and seemed to enjoy doing it as openly as she could. In 
addition, she'd never lied to me. I sensed that she was a very 
honest woman.

All the way up the hill from the lake, she had maintained that 
she hadn't grabbed my dick. Why would she lie?

I didn't want to believe the conclusion I'd come to: she wouldn't 
lie. And that could only mean...

"Paul, honey, are you okay?" Mom asked.

I looked into her eyes. Were they the eyes of the woman who'd 
held my hard dick in her hand this afternoon? Who'd held onto my 
hardness so she could keep stroking me?

I was appalled that a part of me, an embarrassingly large part, 
hoped that she was the one.

"Paul?" she repeated more forcefully.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

"What?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"You haven't said a word all night. Are you alright?"

I nodded, afraid to say anything.

"Are you sure?" she pressed.

All three of them were looking at me now.

"I'm fine," I said.

The rest of dinner passed without incident. Mom and Susan kept 
their expressions well-schooled, and Erin was oblivious.

That night, I lay awake a long time, thinking about the day's 
events. I couldn't tear my mind away from the fact that having 
Mom caressing my erection thrilled me. My emotions ran the gamut 
from ashamed to excited.

Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

-----

The next morning, I awoke with a chill, dimly realizing it was 
still very early in the morning. I had been dreaming of being in 
the lake, and of the cold water. I had also been dreaming that 
Mom and I were the only ones there, and that she had been gently 
stroking my erection. As my thoughts cleared, I realized that I 
was very cold, and my erect penis was pointing at the ceiling.

I reached down to pull my sheet up, thinking that I must've 
kicked it off sometime during the night. That would certainly 
explain why I was dreaming about being in the cold lake.

I decided to leave my erection alone this morning, to let it go 
down by itself; so I rolled over quietly. When I looked down from 
the top bunk, I realized that Mom's bed was empty. I looked up, 
and when I saw that the bathroom door was open, I knew she wasn't 
in there either.

I lay there for a moment, letting my erection subside, then I 
climbed down out of bed. My half-erect penis flopped back and 
forth with each rung of the ladder. Once on the floor, I looked 
around. The door to the cabin was open, and I saw Mom sitting in 
the rocking chair next to the door.

I quietly watched her for a few moments. I realized with a start 
that her right hand was idly toying with her right nipple. I 
could clearly see that it was erect as she circled her index 
finger around it.

I stepped towards the screen door and opened it quietly. As I 
stepped outside, Mom looked up, and I gently let the screen door 
close, holding it so it didn't slam. No sense waking up Erin and 
ruining things, I thought to myself.

When I stepped outside, Mom dropped her hand and looked up at me, 
smiling.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she said.

"Good morning," I said, taking a seat in the other rocking chair.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the early morning 
sounds of the pine forest.

"How much more work does Aunt Susan have for you to do?" she 
asked.

"We've still got to go through the back wall of the garage. There 
are actually more boxes there than on the side wall. We finished 
the side yesterday before we left for town."

"Ah," she said noncommittally.

"And after we finish with the garage, I was going to help Dwight 
put up the new roof panels on her back patio."

"Mmm hmm. Aunt Susan told me that Dwight and Karen would be in 
this weekend," Mom said. "So that's it?" she asked.

"I guess."

We went back to simply enjoying the morning, but I could tell Mom 
was deep in thought.

We sat there in silence for almost 15 minutes.

"You'd better go brush your teeth before you head over to Aunt 
Susan's," Mom finally said, turning to look at me. "And comb your 
hair too."

I nodded and got up from the rocking chair. Once inside, I went 
to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. When I came 
out, Mom had come back inside.

As I walked towards her, headed for the door, she stepped toward 
me. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around my torso and 
hugged me tight, like she had when I was a kid.

"You know I love you very much, Paul," she said, her cheek 
pressed against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you too, Mom," I said, a 
little confused. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, 
her hard nipples boring into my flesh. More ominously, I could 
feel the heat of her body washing over my dick. I desperately 
didn't want an erection now.

Thinking about it, however, only made things worse. I loosened my 
arms to let go of her, hoping she would do the same; but she kept 
her own tight about my chest. With an inaudible groan, I felt my 
penis stiffen.

It quickly reached full hardness and pressed against the flesh of 
her stomach. She didn't react, however, and I guessed that she 
simply didn't notice. I hoped, at least. Unfortunately, the 
contact of my glans pressing against her flesh only served to 
make me harder.

Finally, she loosened her arms and released me a little. She 
stood up on tip-toe to kiss my cheek and I felt the tip of my 
penis brush over her pubic hair. It swelled with the contact, and 
I almost wrenched myself from her arms and bolted.

"I'd better let you go, or you're going to be late," she said 
with a smile.

She withdrew her arms from around me, and then I did bolt. I ran 
through the screen door and let it slam shut behind me. I ran all 
the way to Susan's house, my erection leading the way.

-----

When I got there, Susan was sitting at the wrought-iron table 
with her legs demurely crossed, drinking a glass of juice.

I abruptly came to a halt at the entrance to the courtyard, 
panting from my jog down from our cabin, my erection sticking out 
and bobbing with my heartbeat.

Susan arched an eyebrow and looked down at my hard-on. "Tough 
morning?"

I shook my head. Then I reconsidered, and nodded. On second 
thought (or was it third), I really didn't want to go into 
details, they were too weird -- I shook my head again, firmly 
this time.

"Confused?"

Hesitantly, I nodded.

"I see."

She paused for a moment as I gulped air.

"Were you expecting to get that thing," she nodded to my stiff 
penis, "sucked this morning."

I grinned sheepishly. Truth be told, I had been expecting just 
that. But I hastily decided that taking Susan for granted was not 
only unfair, not to mention rude, but it was also a Really Bad 
Idea. I shook my head, "Not expecting... just hoping."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Good answer!"

She looked me up and down, as if appraising me. I returned her 
frank stare with as much humble need as I could. I don't know if 
she bought it or not, but finally she gestured for me to come 
into the courtyard.

"Come stand beside me," she said.

I readily complied

"Closer," she said.

I took a step closer.

She dropped her eyes to look at my erection, then crooked a 
finger at my manhood in the age-old 'come here' gesture.

I shuffled forward until the tip of my penis was nearly touching 
her face. She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

As I looked down at her, she closed her eyes and took a deep 
breath. Then she slowly closed her lips around the head of my 
penis. She swirled her tongue around the head and then took as 
much of my dick into her mouth as she could, wrapping her lips 
around it about two inches from the base.

I think watching her suck me off was almost as incredible as the 
feeling of her doing it.

She really seemed to enjoy sucking my dick, and I wasn't about to 
complain. With her left hand, she reached up to fondle my balls 
as she sucked me to completion. The look on her face as I shot my 
load down her throat was one of pure ecstasy.

After she swallowed, she opened her eyes and winked at me, her 
lips still wrapped tightly around my shaft. I smiled in return 
and took a deep breath as she gently nursed on my shrinking cock.

Finally, she let my limp member slip from her red, saliva-slick 
lips.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, smiling at me and 
standing up smoothly.

-----

We worked all morning on organizing the boxes on the back wall of 
the garage. There were a lot more boxes than on the side wall, 
but as it turned out, they were far better organized. It seemed 
like they were things that Susan's father had packed away 
himself.

For most of the boxes, Susan only had to open them, quickly look 
through them to get a rough inventory, and then re-tape them. In 
that fashion, we worked through more than half the boxes before 
lunch.

We were about to break to get something to eat when Susan looked 
at me thoughtfully.

"You know," she said, pausing to gather her thoughts, "Dwight and 
Karen are supposed to be here later today. If we go to the 
hardware store today, we can go ahead and get the panels for the 
patio roof."

I nodded.

"Why didn't I think of this yesterday?" she asked rhetorically.

"'Cause you had something else on your mind?" I asked. She looked 
up at me sharply, and when she saw the grin on her face, she 
realized that I was teasing her and grinned in reply.

"Touche!" she said. "But that's neither here nor there. Do you 
think you can go to the hardware store with me this afternoon?"

"Sure."

"One thing though...," she said. "This trip won't be like 
yesterday. I'm still a little sore."

"Sore?"

She blinked at me then smiled, pointing at her crotch.

I finally Got It. And I was immediately concerned, "Are you 
okay?"

"I'm fine, Paul. Just still a little sore, that's all."

"I didn't hurt you?!" I asked, panic tingeing my voice.

She smiled reassuringly, "Yes and no." Seeing my face, she 
hurriedly continued, "You gave me a good workout yesterday." My 
face must've clearly registered my panic and shock. "It's okay, 
Paul. I enjoyed it. Very much, as a matter of fact. But I need a 
little time to recover."

"Oh," I said, my relief evident in my expression.

"Okay then. Let's shower and get some lunch, then we'll head 
out," she said.

With that, we headed inside.

-----

Even though we showered together, it was a chaste shower. Well, 
as chaste as a horny 15-year-old in a shower with a beautiful, 
naked woman can be. I borrowed one of her sons' deodorant again 
as she went off to get dressed and dry her hair.

Susan fixed sandwiches and we ate lunch in relative silence.

"Why don't you go find your Mom and make sure it's okay for you 
to go," she said, clearing our dishes. "Then you can meet me back 
here. Okay?"

"Sure," I said and headed out the door.

The first place I went was the lake. I didn't see Mom, but Erin 
was laying on one of our loungers reading a book.

"Have you seen Mom?"

"Blond woman, about 5'4", good bone structure that she has 
undoubtedly passed on to her only daughter?"

"Yeah, Erin. Where is she?" I asked, exasperation sharpening my 
tone.

"She said she was going to the cabin to take a nap," Erin 
replied, sensing that I was in no mood for her games.

"Thanks, Erin, I really appreciate it," I said sincerely.

Looking up from her book and realizing that I was sincerely 
thanking her, she looked shocked. "Uh... you're welcome," she said.

By then, however, I was already headed up the hill.

-----

As I reached the cabin, I made an effort to be quiet. The cabin 
door was shut, so I figured she was indeed asleep. I gently 
opened screen door, then turned the knob on the cabin door as 
slowly as I could. I eased the door open and saw her laying on 
the bed with the sheet covering her legs and hips. As I quietly 
stepped into the cabin and my eyes adjusted, I could see that her 
right hand was between her legs, rubbing in tight circles. Her 
left hand was kneading her bare left breast.

I was stuck. I quickly realized that I was too far in to easily 
back out. I turned on my heel and was trying to sneak back out 
when the screen door betrayed me by squeaking.

I heard Mom sit up quickly. I had already gotten turned around 
and headed back out, so I couldn't see the look on her face.

"It's okay, Paul. You can come in," she said, slightly 
breathless.

I froze.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, honey."

"I'm not," I said, facing away from her. It wasn't entirely 
untrue. But Mom didn't know why I was really embarrassed.

"C'mon back in, honey."

I shook my head. The problem wasn't that I'd seen her 
masturbating, as she thought. The problem was the reaction it had 
provoked in me. I had a raging hard-on, and the more I tried not 
to think about it, and the sight I'd just seen, the worse it got. 
Treacherous organ! 

"Paul, please turn around, honey, I'm not mad at you," she said, 
almost pleading with me.

I let the screen door close (of course it stayed silent NOW) and 
cupped my hands in front of my erection, for all the good it 
would do. Then I slowly turned towards her. Her eyes dropped to 
my hands, and what they couldn't hide.

"Oh!" she gasped, her hand quickly covering her mouth.

I turned six shades of red.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to...," she said. She paused, 
and then seemed to her gather her courage. "Well, now that 
everything's out in the open, so to speak, there's no need to be 
circumspect about things, now is there?"

She threw off the sheet and swung her legs to the side of the 
bed.

"Come over here and sit down, Paul," she said, patting the bed 
next to her.

With leaden feet, I shuffled towards her, as if to the gallows. I 
sat next to her, flushed with embarrassment, my hands still 
trying vainly to hide my erection.

"You can put your hands down, honey."

I didn't move.

"I've seen an erection before," she said gently.

I reluctantly complied.

"I guess it's too late to have a birds and bees conversation with 
you," she said, smiling ruefully. "Way too late," she said 
softly, as if to herself. "You saw?"

I didn't answer, ashamed of my reaction.

"Paul?"

I nodded jerkily.

"I was masturbating," she said reasonably, gently. "You know 
women masturbate too, right?"

I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak.

"It's natural, Paul, and nothing to be ashamed of."

I shook my head.

"And a young man getting an erection is a natural thing too, and 
nothing to be ashamed of either," she said, nodding at my 
manhood. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gaze linger 
on my penis. Nervously, she licked her lips.

"Paul, look at me."

I didn't move.

"Look at me, please."

I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet hers.

"It's okay," she said firmly, reassuring me. "You understand that 
there's nothing wrong with either of us?"

I nodded, knowing she wouldn't let me off the hook until I 
agreed.

"Good. I'm glad," she said earnestly. She hugged me, but the 
contact only made me harder. Quickly, she changed the subject. 
"Did you come up to the cabin for a reason?"

"Aunt Susan needs me to go to the hardware store in town to help 
her pick up the fiberglass panels for her patio roof," I blurted 
out in a nervous rush.

"Okay."

"So I came to ask you if it was okay for me to go with her."

"That's fine, honey," she said, obviously relieved as well. 
"You'd better get dressed, she's probably waiting on you."

I nodded and stood up. As I walked over to the dresser, I could 
feel Mom's eyes on me, watching as my erection bobbed in front of 
me.

I put on a pair of underwear, which my erection immediately 
tented out, and grabbed my shorts and t-shirt from the day 
before. I put on clean socks and quickly located my shoes. 
Shoving my feet in and quickly tying them, I bolted out the door, 
looking back only to say goodbye.

-----

When I got to Susan's house, she was waiting for me in the 
courtyard. She was dressed much like yesterday; her hair up in a 
pony tail, a men's long-sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up, a 
gauzy skirt, and her strappy sandals.

The drive to town was uneventful. Susan and I talked about 
inconsequential things at first, then we simply enjoyed the drive 
together in silence. I think she quickly sensed that I was 
preoccupied, and she mercifully let me keep my thoughts to 
myself.

I was thinking of Mom.

I was still embarrassed that I'd walked in on her masturbating. I 
was even more embarrassed that I'd gotten an erection.

It was wrong for me to have sexual thoughts about my mother. 
Wasn't it?

I didn't want to have them, yet I did. I wanted to act out my 
fantasies with Mom. But that would be wrong. Wouldn't it?

Intellectually, I knew that it would be wrong. But that didn't 
change the way I felt. And I was ashamed of the way I felt. But 
secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having 
sex with Mom.

I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just 
that, fantasies. Mom would never have sex with me. It would be 
wrong. Wouldn't it?

Although...

If Susan hadn't been the one fondling me in the lake the day 
before, it must've been Mom. I wasn't 100% convinced that Susan 
wasn't pulling my leg, but still...

Mom had been eyeing my erection as I got dressed earlier, of that 
I was sure.

I was so confused. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew that it 
would never become a reality. So I reluctantly pushed my carnal 
thoughts about my mother to the back of my brain and took notice 
of the world outside the car for the first time.

Susan noticed that I was alert again, and turned to me with a 
smile.

"Back from woolgathering?"

I nodded.

"Anything you want to share?"

I shook my head.

"Sure? You can share anything with me," she said earnestly. "You 
know that, don't you? It'd stay just between us."

I nodded. "Maybe later," I said, trying to mollify her.

"Okay," she said. "When you're ready."

I nodded again and she let the subject drop.

-----

At the hardware store, we went back through the rows of nuts, 
bolts, and other hardware to the back patio where the outdoor and 
gardening supplies were located.

Once there, we looked around, trying to find the fiberglass 
panels we needed. When we didn't see them after 10 minutes of 
searching, Susan told me to wait there while she headed to the 
front of the store to find the owner.

I was leaning back against a pallet full of bags of concrete when 
I saw a fast-moving shape out of the corner of my eye. I had no 
time to react before the shape resolved into a person, who then 
tripped over my outstretched feet.

I vaguely saw it was a young woman as she stumbled forward, her 
momentum carrying her faster than her tangled feet could manage. 
She got a hand down to the ground to stabilize herself and almost 
didn't go down. But in the end, inertia overcame her balance and 
she stumbled forward onto her hands and knees.

Fortunately, she was wearing overalls, which had protected her 
knees. I rushed over to help her up, hooking one hand under her 
right arm to lift her.

"I am so sorry," I said as she stood up. I bent over to brush off 
her knees.

"It's okay, no problem. I'm a klutz anyway," she said, dusting 
off her hands.

I finished brushing dirt from her knees and stood up. "It was 
completely my fault," I said, "I shouldn't've had my feet out 
like that."

"No, it was my fault," she said. "I wasn't watching where I was 
going."

She finished wiping off her palms and looked up at me. 
Recognition brightened both our expressions. It was the cashier 
from Winn Dixie.

"It's you," we said simultaneously.

We laughed at the coincidence. I desperately tried to remember 
her name, visualizing her with her nametag on. I drew a blank.

"Do you work here?" she asked. "I've never seen you here before."

"No," I said. "My friend and I are here picking up some panels 
for her patio roof."

"Susan?"

"Oh? You remember her name?"

She gave me one of those 'of course, dummy' looks.

"Oh, yeah," I said.

Hope brightened her expression, "She's here?"

Interesting... "Yeah, she's up front finding the owner," I said.

"Mr. McMasters?"

"I guess."

"He's probably not here, but his son'll be up front."

"Oh, okay. I guess she'll find him."

"What is it you need? Maybe I can help you. I'm in here all the 
time anyway."

"Green corrugated fiberglass roof panels?" I asked, somewhat 
doubtfully.

"Hmmm," she frowned in thought. "I can't remember seein' 'em. 
They may have to order 'em from Spartanburg."

"Oh."

About that time, Susan walked around the corner, clearly looking 
for me.

"Oh, hello," she said upon seeing the slim brunette.

When the young woman saw Susan, her eyes lit up, then she quickly 
schooled her expression.

"Stacy, isn't it?" Susan asked.

I mentally kicked myself. Stacy. Of course.

"Mmm hmm," Stacy replied wordlessly, clearly impressed that Susan 
had remember her.

"Susan, and..." she fumbled, looking at me.

"Paul," I helpfully supplied.

"That's right! Paul," she said, nodding in recognition.

Susan turned to me, "The owner's son says they'll have to order 
the panels from Spartanburg."

I smiled as she continued.

"He says it should be a couple of days, that I should call back 
after the Fourth of July." She paused, then looked at me. 
"What're you grinning at?"

My smile widened further. "That's pretty much what Stacy just 
told me would likely happen."

Susan turned to the young woman with a questioning look.

"I'm in here a lot," Stacy said simply.

"I see," said Susan. "What're you here for?"

"Flower pots," Stacy quickly answered.

"Oh?"

"I like flowers," she said sheepishly. "They're cheap and easy. 
Well, easy for me, I guess."

"Indeed they are," Susan said, laughing brightly. "You're not 
working today?"

"Saturday's my day off. I'm lucky, I guess. The manager of the 
store is sweet on me, so he lets me have Saturdays off," she 
said, shaking her head. "I guess he thinks maybe I'll go out with 
him one of these Saturday nights."

"Will you?" Susan asked.

"No, probably not. He's not my type."

"I see."

"I'd better get going," Stacy said, blushing.

"Would you like Paul to help you carry your flower pots to the 
front?"

Stacy turned to look at me, "I guess it's the least he could do."

Susan looked at me quizzically.

"I tripped her and sent her sprawling," I said guiltily.

"Then it is the least you can do," Susan said with a smile.

Stacy picked out two large terra-cotta flower pots, about fifteen 
inches in diameter. I put my arms around them and carried them to 
the front for her, walking behind the two woman as they chatted 
about flowers.

Once there, Stacy dug into the pockets of her overalls and pulled 
out a wad of crumpled dollar bills and a handful of change. She 
paid for her purchases with exact change, scooped her remaining 
money back into her overall pocket, and turned to Susan.

"It was good seeing you again," she said, her eyes sparkling with 
obvious pleasure.

"It was good to see you again too," Susan said graciously.

Stacy opened her mouth to say something else, then looked 
embarrassed and shut it again.

I didn't think anything else about it as she wrapped her arms 
around the large pots, hefted them, and quickly walked out of the 
store.

After Stacy left, Susan finalized her order with the owner's son, 
a man about ten years older than me, and we walked out to the 
station wagon.

-----

As we turned out onto the road in front of the hardware store, 
Susan turned to me with a grin.

"She was cute."

I blushed and nodded.

"And nice," she added.

We'd only driven a little way, however, when we saw a figure in 
overalls walking along the sidewalk, carrying two large 
flowerpots. How many slight brunettes wearing overalls and 
carrying flower pots could there be in one town?

Susan slowed to a stop next to the young woman, who turned at our 
approach.

"Do you need a ride?" Susan asked through the open passenger 
window.

"I'm fine, thanks," Stacy said, "I only live about a mile from 
here."

"That's too far in this heat," Susan said, "especially carrying 
those pots."

Stacy started to protest again, but Susan overrode her. "Get in. 
It's the least we can do."

I could clearly see that she wanted to get in and didn't want to 
at the same time. I wondered what brought on her conflicting 
emotions, but she finally decided to accept the offer of a ride 
and moved towards the car.

I opened my door to get out and go open the tailgate. I took the 
pots from Stacy, set them in the back of the car, and then closed 
the tailgate.

She was walking towards the rear passenger door, when Susan 
called through the open window. "You can ride up front with me. 
Paul can sit in the back."

Stacy sent a questioning glance my direction, and I simply 
nodded. She got into the front seat, I got into the one behind 
her, and we were soon on our way. She directed Susan to her 
house, which was in a well-kept trailer park; she lived in the 
smallest trailer at the back of the park.

We drove around the trailer and parked near the front door. There 
were a multitude of flower pots along the front of the trailer, 
containing all sorts of plants and flowers. She was evidently 
serious about her gardening. In addition, there was a Chevy Nova 
parked by the far end of the trailer.

I wondered why she'd been walking home from the hardware store, 
but before I had a chance to ask her, Susan stopped the car and 
got out. Stacy and I followed suit, and I went to the back of the 
station wagon to get the heavy pots.

"Where would you like them?" I asked.

"Just put them anywhere by the other large pots," she said, 
pointing.

I set the pots down and stood up, wiping my hands on my shorts.

"I really appreciate the ride," Stacy said to Susan.

"You're welcome. It was the least we could do."

"Can I offer you something cold to drink, to say thanks?"

I started to demure, but Susan cut in before I could open my 
mouth, "Yes, thank you. That would be nice."

Stacy quickly extracted a set of keys from an overall pocket and 
unlocked the door into the small trailer.

There was a small air conditioner at the end of the trailer, but 
it was turned off and the windows were all open. There was enough 
of a breeze that the place wasn't sweltering, however. As my eyes 
adjusted to the dimness inside of the trailer, I saw that it was 
very neat and tidy. Inside, Stacy invited us to have a seat at 
the small kitchen table while she went to the refrigerator.

"I have iced tea and water," she said over her shoulder.

"Tea for me, please," Susan said.

"I'd just like some ice water, please," I said. Okayay, so I'm a 
Southerner who doesn't like iced tea.

She got out three glasses and filled them with ice, pouring tea 
into two and filling the third with tap water. She came over to 
the table, set our glasses down in front of us, and sat down 
herself.

We each took long drinks, enjoying the chill of the liquid.

"You have a very nice house," Susan said, looking around.

Stacy blushed. "Thank you."

"Is that your car outside?" Susan asked.

"Uh huh," Stacy said, nodding. "It won't start, though, and I 
don't have the money to fix it right now. So I walk most places 
I've gotta go."

"Can I ask a personal question?" Susan asked.

"I guess."

"This seems like a pretty nice place," Susan said, nodding to 
encompass the entire trailer. "Does Winn Dixie pay that well?"

"Ha!" Stacy said. "Not hardly. Money's tight alright, but I keep 
it tight."

Susan raised her eyebrow questioningly and cocked her head to the 
side, inviting the younger woman to continue.

"When Randy ran off, good riddance," she practically spat, "he 
left the car. That was two years ago. Then last year, my daddy 
died."

"I'm sorry," said Susan softly.

"Don't be," Stacy said, her face a mask of scorn. "Daddy was a 
drunk worse than Randy. Only he had an insurance policy on him. I 
don't even think he knew he had it. It was part of his pension 
from the mill. It wasn't much, but it was enough to put a down 
payment on this place."

"Really?" Susan asked, impressed.

"Well, no, not really," Stacy said, somewhat sheepishly. "But Mr. 
and Mrs. Johnson, they own the trailer park, they kinda watch out 
for me and they're letting me buy this trailer from them, one 
month at a time, instead of me having to go to the bank."

"That's very kind of them."

"Yeah, it is," she said solemnly. "They're better to me than my 
parents ever were. And they keep an eye on me: make sure I'm 
okay, that I've got enough to eat, and stuff like that."

"Ah."

"So I don't spend any money I don't have to. In the summers, I 
work at the Winn Dixie, to help save up for the fall."

"What happens in the fall?" Susan asked.

"I'm starting my second semester at the Junior College," Stacy 
said determinedly. "I've got enough saved up to pay for two more 
years. Then, if I can afford it, I'm going to transfer to USC, in 
Columbia, and get a degree in marketing."

"Mmm hmm," Susan said.

"So I eat cheap, I live cheap, about the only hobby I have is my 
flowers, and they're cheap too. I save everything for tuition and 
books. I've only got so much money, and I have to make it last as 
long as I can. I know I'll find a way to make it to USC. Now that 
I'm free of that bastard Randy," she made a face of disgust, "and 
now that Daddy did more for me by dyin' than he ever did by 
livin', I'm gonna make something of myself."

The look on her face was one of fierce pride and determination, 
and I could see that Susan was clearly impressed.

"Good luck, then," Susan said. "Although I don't think luck'll 
have had anything to do with it in the end."

"Not if I can help it," Stacy said firmly, "I make my own luck 
now."

"Good for you!" Susan said enthusiastically.

After her impassioned explanation, Stacy took a long sip of her 
tea.

"So right now, I don't have the spare money to get the car fixed. 
But I'll have to get it fixed before school starts. I'll find a 
way," she said, steel in her voice.

"I know you will," Susan said.

We all sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the cool drinks.

"One down side of saving money by not running the air 
conditioning, however, is that I bet it gets a little warm in 
here," Susan said.

"I'm real sorry about that," Stacy said. "It just costs a fortune 
in electricity. And I don't have company that often."

"Oh, no, it's no problem," Susan hurriedly assured her. "I was 
just going to get a bit more comfortable, if you don't mind."

"No, I'm so sorry, go ahead and get comfortable," Stacy said.

With that, Susan began unbuttoning her shirt. I watched in silent 
amusement and Stacy watched with rapt attention.

Seemingly absorbed in what she was doing, Susan unbuttoned her 
shirt all the way, pulling the tails free of the waistband of her 
skirt. Stacy could clearly see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra as 
the inside curves of Susan's breasts peeked out. When Susan had 
the shirt untucked and unbuttoned, she fluffed it against her 
skin, creating a cool breeze.

 From where I was sitting, I was getting tantalizing glimpses of 
Susan's nipples. I knew Stacy probably could see at least that 
much, if not more. She unconsciously licked her lips as Susan 
grasped the front tails of the shirt and loosely knotted them 
just under her breasts.

Her midriff and belly button were exposed, along with a healthy 
portion of her chest.

Stacy jerked her eyes away with an effort as Susan raised her 
head to look at her hostess.

"Would you like some more tea?" Stacy asked, her voice tight with 
emotion.

"Yes, please. That would be nice," Susan replied, her face a mask 
of innocence.

Stacy hastily stood up and reached for Susan's tea glass. In her 
flustered state, she knocked it over. Ice cubes and the remaining 
tea spilled across the table, directly into Susan's lap. Susan 
sat up in shock at the deluge.

"Oh my God," Stacy uttered in disbelief. "I am such a klutz!"

"It's okay," Susan reassured her, once she'd gotten over the 
shock of the cold.

Stacy set her own glass down on the table and rushed around the 
kitchen counter to get a dish towel. Susan began picking pieces 
of ice out of her lap and dropping them back in the now-righted 
glass. Stacy hurried back and began dabbing at Susan's soaked 
skirt.

When she finished, Susan stood up carefully, making sure she 
hadn't missed any ice. The entire front of her skirt was a darker 
shade where the tea had splashed.

"Can I use your bathroom?" Susan asked.

"Sure, it's the door on the right, down the hall," Stacy said. "I 
am so sorry."

"It's not a problem, Stacy," Susan reassured her calmly.

Stacy finished cleaning up the spilled tea as Susan walked back 
towards the bathroom. I saw the light from the bathroom on the 
opposite wall of the hallway, and knew that Susan hadn't shut the 
door. I smirked quietly to myself, shaking my head in wonder at 
Susan and her antics.

"Stacy?" Susan called from the bathroom.

Stacy rushed around the corner from the kitchen, and then I saw 
her draw up in shock. I knew what she must've just encountered. 
Susan was probably standing in the bathroom in only her shirt and 
sandals.

"If you've got some Woolite, I can wash these out in the sink and 
they'll be just fine," I heard Susan say from the bathroom.

Stacy quickly recovered from her shock and bent down. I heard the 
door under the vanity close and saw her rise with a small bottle 
in her hand. I listened as Susan washed her tea-stained skirt, 
and probably her panties, in the bathroom sink.

"I can hang those outside on the line to dry, if you'd like," 
Stacy said, still in the hallway.

"Thank you. That would be kind of you."

"Well, it's the least I can do, since I did spill your tea all 
over you," Stacy said, her self-condemnation evident.

"Don't worry about it, Stacy; I'm fine, my skirt's fine, and my 
panties are fine."

Stacy then came walking back up the hallway with Susan's wet 
skirt and panties. When she went outside to hang them on the 
line, Susan stepped out of the bathroom.

I shot her a 'what are you doing?' look. She simply smiled at me 
and winked conspiratorially.

When Stacy came back inside, she was clearly flustered. When she 
saw Susan standing in the hallway, nude from the waist down, her 
fluster only increased.

"Do you have something that I can put on until my skirt dries?" 
Susan asked innocently.

"Ummm."

"I know you're much slimmer than I am, but perhaps a robe," Susan 
suggested, trailing off.

Stacy snapped her fingers and began walking down the hallway. 
Susan stepped back into the bathroom to let the younger woman 
past, and then followed her into the back of the trailer, to the 
sole bedroom.

In a moment, Susan emerged from the bedroom carrying her button 
shirt and wearing a thin silk robe that almost fit her. The robe 
barely covered her body, and as she walked towards me, the slit 
in the front opened to reveal her shaved pussy with each step. 
Her nipples were covered, barely, but the entire center of her 
chest was bared. Even more revealing, the silk was so thin that 
Susan's nipples were clearly outlined by the fine fabric.

She sat down at the table again and demurely crossed her legs. As 
she did so, however, the robe parted and fell to the side, 
revealing her thigh clear up to her hips. I was getting hard just 
looking at her; I could only imagine what poor Stacy was feeling.

Looking at Stacy, I could see that her emotions were awhirl. 
Fear, then attraction, and then shame warred with each other in 
her expression.

Finally, Stacy picked up Susan's tea glass, with the melting 
remains of the ice, and returned to the kitchen. She dumped the 
ice in the sink, rinsed out the glass, and went to the freezer.

When she returned with the refilled glass, I could see that her 
hand was shaking as she placed the tea in front of Susan. She 
covertly glanced at Susan's nipples, outlined by the thin fabric 
of the robe, and then sat down.

"I am so sorry...," Stacy began again.

"It's not a problem," Susan said reasonably, her tone 
forestalling any further apologies. "That's the last I'll hear of 
it," she said to Stacy, smiling to reassure the younger woman.

Stacy took a long sip of her own tea, her hand still shaking. 
When she swallowed, she took a deep breath and visibly calmed 
herself.

"There," Susan said, "that's better."

Stacy looked up and smiled shyly. Susan returned her smile and 
Stacy seemed to relax.

We made small talk for a little while. Stacy was clearly still 
nervous and upset. Susan talked about flowers, and Stacy seemed 
to relax even more. I simply listened, enjoying watching Susan 
subtly reassure Stacy, while at the same time tantalizing the 
younger woman with glimpses of her body. I understood why Stacy 
was squirming in her seat. By this time, from watching Susan's 
seemingly-innocent antics, my penis was rock hard.

Finally, Stacy had had too much, and blurted out, "How do you do 
it?!"

"Do what?" Susan asked, the picture of innocence.

"Sit there and... do that? And yesterday..."

"Do you mind?" Susan asked gently.

Stacy swallowed hard and shook her head slightly.

"Do you enjoy looking?" Susan pressed.

The young woman swallowed hard again, and jerked her head in a 
nod.

"I enjoy people looking at me."

"But how do you do it?"

"It's easy," Susan said glibly.

"I don't think I could ever..."

"I think you could," Susan said. "With a little practice."

Stacy licked her lips, looking into Susan's eyes.

"And a little encouragement," Susan said slyly.

"You think so?" Stacy asked, her expression of doubt slowly 
transforming into one of excitement.

Susan nodded.

"Would you like to try?" Susan asked.

"Outside?!" Stacy asked, her shock returning.

"No," Susan quickly reassured her. "Here, in your home, in front 
of Paul."

Stacy seemed to notice me for the first time in a long time, and 
panic returned to her eyes.

"And me," Susan said gently, persuasively.

Stacy wrenched her eyes back to look at Susan and shyly, 
hesitantly nodded her head.

Susan stood gracefully and extended her hand to the younger 
woman. When Stacy took it, Susan began pulling her towards the 
bedroom.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch, Paul," 
Susan said over her shoulder as she led the young woman down the 
hallway.

-----

CHAPTER SEVEN

When the women returned from the bedroom, Susan was leading a 
very shy Stacy. Stacy was wearing tight cut-off shorts and a 
button-up shirt, tied loosely under her breasts.

Sensing that she needed a little encouragement, I let my 
appreciation show on my face.

"Wow! You look really, really good," I said. It was true. Very 
true.

I could barely see the inner curve of her smallish breasts, and 
even though she was very slim, her hips still flared a little, 
and her stomach was gymnast-flat.

With a little coaching and encouragement from Susan, she was soon 
walking in front of me, toying with the opening of her shirt, and 
flashing me quick views of her braless breasts.

"The key is," Susan said, "you've got to make it look like 
revealing yourself is an accident. If people don't know you're 
doing it on purpose, it's even more exciting."

Stacy nodded and tried to look more nonchalant as she exposed 
herself to me, tentatively at first, but then with growing 
confidence.

"Let's go pick out another outfit," Susan said, and led the 
younger woman back towards the bedroom again.

This time, when they emerged, Stacy was still wearing the short 
cut-offs, but she now had on a lacy tube top. The cream-colored 
material was completely sheer, and I could see almost every 
detail of her breasts. Her breasts were much smaller than 
Susan's, shaped like champagne glasses, but her nipples were 
large and very puffy; little cones standing out from the flesh of 
each breast.

Stacy was obviously embarrassed at being exposed like this in 
front of me. That is, until Susan leaned up and whispered 
something in her ear. Stacy dropped her eyes to look at my 
crotch. My hard cock was clearly making an awkward lump in my 
shorts, and upon seeing it, Stacy's eyes widened. A small smile 
crept over her expression, and I could see she was actually 
beginning to enjoy herself.

Susan showed her how to arch her back and stretch so that her 
nipples poked at the sheer fabric and threatened to tear through.

With a turn, Susan led Stacy back to the bedroom once more.

When they returned this time, Stacy was wearing a pair of cut-off 
overalls; and that was all. Without a shirt on, I could clearly 
see almost all of her breasts. Her nipples were discretely 
covered by the buckles of the straps, but otherwise, she was 
completely exposed.

When she turned to walk in front of me, I could see that her 
nipples were pushing out the straps, and from this angle, she 
might as well have been topless.

"You're very, very pretty," I said.

"Oh, Paul," Susan said to me from slightly behind Stacy, "you 
don't know the half of it. She's beautiful."

With that, Susan began unfastening the buttons on the sides of 
the overalls, first one side then the other. That accomplished, 
she reached up to cup the younger woman's breasts, under the 
straps. Stacy closed her eyes and moaned. When Susan released 
Stacy's breasts, she whispered something in her ear.

As Susan stepped back and began to untie her robe, Stacy reached 
up with one trembling hand and began to undo the metal buttons 
holding up the front of the overalls.

When she released the first one, that side of the overall bib 
dropped to reveal her breast to me in all its glory. With shaking 
hands, she fumbled with the other button. After a few attempts, 
she got the hang of it and released the only button holding the 
overalls on her body.

With the release of the second strap, the bib fell completely 
down, revealing her chest to my appreciative gaze. With a wiggle 
of her hips, the cut-off overalls slid over the slight flare of 
her hips and piled on the floor at her ankles. Her breasts, with 
their puffy pink nipples, were accentuated by her narrow ribcage, 
flat stomach and almost boyish hips. She wasn't skinny, with 
bones showing through, but more slim, with a tuft of brown pubic 
hair at the junction of her legs.

Susan reached around the other woman's torso to cup her breasts, 
gently tweaking Stacy's nipples.

"Do you mind if Paul joins us?" Susan asked gently.

Stacy looked down at the obvious bulge in my shorts and her eyes 
widened in panic for a moment. Quickly, she regained control of 
her emotions and asked, "He's not big, is he? I mean, really 
big?"

"Would you like to see for yourself?" Susan asked over the 
younger woman's shoulder, her face very close to Stacy's.

Stacy nodded jerkily and Susan looked at me, telling me to stand 
up with a flick of her eyes. I stood and pulled my shirt over my 
head. I was worried that Stacy wouldn't like me because I was a 
little bit chubby, but I suppressed that thought and hooked my 
thumbs in the elastic of my shorts and underwear. With one 
motion, I lowered both my shorts and underwear and stepped out, 
tossing them on top of my shirt.

As I stood, my erection flopped free and I stood in all my naked 
glory in front of an almost-complete stranger.

I imagined that there was no way in the world my modest dick 
would be 'too big' for anyone, but still...

For a few moments, Stacy didn't answer, and I shifted nervously 
from foot to foot.

Finally, she nodded jerkily, her eyes locked on my erection. She 
gulped and then spoke in a quiet, timid voice, "Randy had a 
really big dick, and most of the time, he made it hurt."

"Paul would never do that," Susan said, smiling at me.

"Okay," Stacy said tentatively.

"You have such a beautiful body," Susan said as she dropped one 
hand to gently caress Stacy's pussy.

Stacy moaned, then seemed to regain control.

"I have got to touch you," she said to Susan. "Ever since I first 
saw you yesterday, I've wanted to touch you."

"Mmmmmm, that'd be nice," Susan practically purred.

With that, Stacy turned and quickly dropped to her knees in front 
of Susan. Susan watched in shock as the younger woman descended, 
clearly not expecting that reaction.

Stacy gently probed at Susan's smooth labia, and Susan spread her 
legs slightly to give the other woman better access.

I watched, fascinated, as Stacy gently probed and manipulated 
Susan's pussy. Susan bit her lower lip as the younger woman 
started gently kissing and stroking her shaved pussy.

Susan was getting unsteady on her feet, and gently pushed Stacy 
back from her ministrations.

"Let me sit on the couch," Susan said, looking down at the young 
brunette.

Stacy nodded mutely.

Susan walked over to sit on the couch to my right, spreading her 
legs slightly as she sat. I watched raptly as Stacy scooted over 
on her knees to place herself directly in front of Susan's spread 
labia. I was fascinated watching the younger woman tentatively 
licking Susan's pussy.

I'd heard of giving a woman head, but to be honest, until then I 
hadn't really understood what was supposed to happen. As I 
watched Stacy gently probe and lick Susan, I began to get the 
idea.

I would have to try that sometime, I decided to myself -- 
especially after I saw the look of blissful oblivion on Susan's 
face.

Stacy gently parted the folds of Susan's pussy with her fingers 
and then darted her tongue out to lick the exposed flesh of 
Susan's inner labia. Susan shuddered at the contact. I watched as 
Stacy's tongue circled the hood at the top of Susan's pussy, 
paying attention to Susan's reaction as the younger woman did so.

Susan rested her right hand on top of Stacy's head and moaned in 
pleasure as the younger woman increased her pace, now gently 
probing two fingers into the depths of Susan's pussy. With her 
left hand, Susan reached out and began to stroke my erection.

The look on Stacy's face as she slowly licked and probed Susan's 
pussy mirrored Susan's own look of ecstasy. I was fascinated, 
watching the younger woman perform.

Suddenly, Stacy looked up at me, her eyes wild, and all the 
sudden, I was afraid she would ask me to leave.

"It's been so long...," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me. Will 
you fuck little Stacy?" she crooned at me.

I nodded hastily, glad that she wasn't mad at me, and began to 
move behind her. From between Susan's spread thighs, Stacy looked 
back at me.

"Just don't come inside me," Stacy said. "Okay?"

When I nodded again, she put her hands back on Susan's thighs and 
returned to her ministrations.

I got down on my knees behind Stacy, marveling at her slim hips 
and shapely ass. My penis pointed like a hot poker at her 
upturned bottom, and I shuffled forward until my dick touched her 
wiry pubic hair.

Always with Susan, she was very wet and ready for me when I slid 
into her from behind. I fumbled a bit with Stacy, trying to find 
the right angle. I reached down with my right hand and grasped 
the base of my penis, sawing my shaft along her pussy lips.

I felt her moisture on my dick and then I felt her pussy open up, 
and my dick easily slipped inside her. Her pussy was much tighter 
than Susan's, almost painfully tight, and as I thrust myself 
inside her, I heard Stacy suck in her breath.

She dropped her head and I slowed my pace, pulling back a little 
and then pushing forward a little. With each slow thrust forward, 
I would enter her a little further. Finally, I had sunk the 
length of my shaft into her vise-like pussy. I put my hands on 
her hips and simply held still.

She raised her head and resumed licking and sucking Susan's 
pussy, so I took that as my sign to begin slowly, gently pumping 
my dick into her.

Her pussy loosened up a little as I began thrusting into her, but 
I still kept my movements slow and deliberate. When I looked up, 
Susan was completely oblivious to the world around her. She had 
her eyes closed and was rolling her head from side to side on the 
back of the couch.

With my hands on Stacy's hips, I slowly slid my cock into her 
pussy, then withdrew it until only the head was inside. I looked 
up at Susan again, and she was kneading her breasts with her 
hands, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Maintaining my deliberate pace, I began to run my hands up and 
down Stacy's flanks. Susan began moaning, quickly rolling her 
head from side to side as her pleasure increased. I couldn't see 
what Stacy was doing, but I decided that I wanted to learn how to 
do it too.

I began to wonder where I was going to come, since Stacy had 
asked me not to come inside her. I intended to respect her 
request, but I had few options that wouldn't make a mess.

In any event, Susan began to shudder with signs I recognized, 
signs of her impending orgasm. I buried my dick in Stacy's pussy 
to slow things down a bit and watched as Susan's orgasm built.

Before, I'd always been up close and personal when she began to 
come. Now, I was several feet away, with a lovely young woman 
bent over in front of me; I had a ringside seat for Susan in the 
throes of her orgasm.

A deep flush spread over her face and chest, turning the tanned 
flesh a ruddy color. The muscles of her belly began to contract 
and she held on to Stacy's head with both hands. With a tearing 
moan, Susan arched her back and thrust her legs straight out, 
curling her toes.

Her moan turned into a low scream as her orgasm built, and her 
head started thrashing from side to side. All the sudden, she 
froze and bent forward at the waist, lifting her shoulders off 
the couch. She slowly hissed through clenched teeth as waves of 
pleasure washed over her.

As suddenly as she had stopped moving, she fell limp, an 
explosive breath escaping her lungs. I was dumbfounded. I'd never 
really watched a woman have an orgasm. Oh, I'd seen it before, a 
time or two, but I'd never paid close attention to the signals 
and reactions. I filed things away in my brain for later use, and 
returned my attention to the girl I was currently deep inside.

Susan was limp on the couch, breathing heavily, and effectively 
dead to the world. Stacy pulled forward, pulling off my cock and 
I had a moment of panic that we were finished. I hadn't come yet!

Stacy pulled her right leg forward and pivoted on her hips, 
rolling onto her back. She motioned me back a few feet and then 
she scooted her hips so that her pussy was directly in front of 
my again.

My penis was quivering with the need to release, coated with our 
combined juices. Stacy spread her legs and put her knees up, 
motioning for me to enter her. I leaned forward and she reached 
between us to grasp my slick member. I put my hands down to 
either side of her and felt her place the tip of my penis at the 
opening of her pussy.

With a groan, I plunged into her slowly. She wrapped her calves 
around my ass and crossed her ankles, holding me tight, my entire 
cock buried in her pussy.

She reached up and cradled my face with her hands and looked into 
my eyes. I could smell Susan on her fingers and the scent made me 
dizzy for a moment. When my head cleared, I was looking down into 
beautiful brown eyes.

"You're not really seventeen, are you?" she asked softly, looking 
into my eyes.

"No," I said, panic welling up in me that if she knew the truth 
she wouldn't have sex with me. All things considered, it was too 
late for that, but that's how my young, and unsure, mind worked.

"I didn't think so. How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I lied.

She simply shook her head.

I caved. "Fifteen." Panic tore through my thoughts, panic that 
she would reject me because I was too young.

She must've seen the panic on my face, for she stroked my boyish 
cheeks and smiled up at me.

"Okay, Mr. Fifteen," she said, grinning, "you fuck pretty good."

My panic turned to relief, and I felt the warm flush of blood as 
I blushed at her compliment.

"Finish off nice and slow. Randy was so big, dumb, and fast that 
I never really got to enjoy it," she said. "You're... nice," she 
said, wiggling her hips beneath me. "Just the right size."

"Thanks."

"Mmm hmm. I'm not on the pill or anything, so just come on my 
stomach when you're ready. Okay?"

I nodded and began to slowly withdraw my cock as she relaxed her 
legs, releasing me to begin thrusting into her. I pulled out of 
her as slowly as I could, then thrust back into her, seating my 
dick in her pussy.

She licked her lips and closed her eyes.

"Mmmmm, that's nice."

I didn't say anything, preferring to concentrate on not coming 
too soon. When I felt that I was close, I would sink my cock into 
her and hold myself inside her, waiting for the sensation to die 
down.

Finally, I could hold out no longer and I felt my come boiling up 
inside my belly. I thrust into her once, quickly, felt my come 
rising, and withdrew my cock hastily.

Once free of the confines of her tight pussy, my dick sprang up 
to slap my stomach and I ground my pelvis forward as I felt the 
beginnings of my orgasm.

Stacy reached down with her right hand and wrapped it around my 
manhood. She squeezed gently and began to stroke me. All of the 
sudden, I felt my come erupt.

As the waves of pleasure broke over me, I squeezed my eyes shut, 
enjoying the sensation as geyser after geyser of my semen gushed 
from my penis. I came hard, and the spurts seemed to last 
forever. I felt Stacy jerk beneath me and cry out in shock, but 
she kept stroking my pulsing organ.

When my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes. I was amazed at the 
sight before me. And upon seeing my face, Stacy began laughing.

Apparently, my first shot of come had sailed up and struck her in 
the forehead, splattering into her hair. The next shot must've 
hit her right in the middle of her chin. There were droplets of 
my semen all over her face, and all the way from her neck down to 
where my still-twitching penis was cradled in her hand.

"Wow!" she said up at me, laughing.

The look of her beautiful face with my semen on it was so 
incredibly erotic. It was like I had marked her as 'my' 
territory.

"Would you get me a towel?" she asked, gently squeezing my penis 
for effect.

"Uh, sure," I stammered and climbed out from between her legs.

When I returned from the kitchen with a dish towel, she was 
sitting up on her elbows. Once again, the sight of her lithe body 
with my semen splattering it was very arousing, and I felt my 
penis twitch.

Stacy noticed too. "Down boy!" she chided gently, teasingly.

I got down on my knees between her still spread thighs and handed 
her the towel. She wiped her face first; then she cleaned down 
her neck, between her breasts, and finally wiped up her flat 
stomach.

She sat up and scooted her hips back, then leaned forward to 
clean my penis too. She was very gentle as she wiped me off.

"Mmmmmm, I didn't realize how much I missed that," she sighed. 
"Especially when I don't have a jackhammer between my legs," she 
said, referring to the unlamented Randy.

-----

I looked up at Susan and saw that she had curled up on the couch. 
Her eyes were open, and sparkling with silent laughter. She put 
her finger to her lips and silently bought my silence.

Stacy pushed me from between her legs, gently directing me until 
I lay on my back on the floor. She then lay down next to me, 
snuggling up to my right side. I awkwardly put my arm around her 
shoulders and lay there silently, not knowing what else to do.

Stacy was quiet for many minutes, the only sound her soft, 
rhythmic breathing. I was trying not to fall asleep; the warmth 
of the afternoon coupled with my powerful orgasm nearly did me 
in.

I felt Stacy quietly shudder and draw a deep breath. She slowly 
exhaled, and then I felt little tremors as I held her against me. 
I felt the hot wash of her tears on my chest and I did the only 
thing that I could think of -- I held her tight and kept my mouth 
shut. Her crying was silent, and it wracked me with anguish that 
there was nothing I could do about it. I just held her close and 
let her silently cry.

A tendril of panic began to gnaw at me. What if I'd somehow done 
something to cause her pain?! I went back over everything that 
had happened in the last hour, but I could think of nothing I'd 
did or said that would cause her to cry.

But afraid as I was that I'd done something wrong, I was more 
afraid of her reaction if I'd let her go. I felt in my bones that 
she needed someone to simply hold her while she shed her silent 
tears.

After perhaps five minutes, her tremors subsided and she 
sniffled. With her free right hand, she reached up and wiped her 
eyes. She sat up partially and I was afraid that she was going to 
let me go. But she only reached back behind her for the towel.

She wiped her face and then smiled up at me with red-rimmed eyes, 
bright with her tears. Then she let out a rueful laugh as she 
wiped her salty tears from my chest. She blew her nose into the 
towel, crumpled it up, and tossed it toward the kitchen.

She lay back down against me and held me tightly. I didn't know 
what to say, or what to do for that matter, so I just wrapped my 
arm around her and squeezed.

She lay quietly for some time, sniffling every once in a while 
and idly tracing her finger in patterns across my abdomen.

"Randy used to be nice," she said, her voice husky with emotion. 
"But towards the end, when he was drinking all the time, things 
got really bad."

She shuddered at the memory, drawing a deep, ragged breath.

"He'd come home from the bar sometimes, and he'd expect me to do 
him. When I wouldn't, he'd slap me, hard. And then he'd bend me 
over, rip my shorts off, and do what he wanted to anyway. He got 
tired of my screams when he didn't use lube, so he started using 
Johnson's Baby Oil."

She stopped abruptly and unexpectedly laughed, a short bark of 
cruel laughter. "I used to love the smell of the stuff, but now I 
gag whenever I smell it."

She was silent for a moment, and I could feel her emotions draw 
her body taut against me.

"He used to fuck me in the ass," she said matter of factly. "He 
knew it got me off, but he was always mean about it. He'd come 
home drunk and he'd go looking for the baby oil. I used to try to 
hide it, thinking that he wouldn't fuck me if he couldn't find 
the oil. But that only made him madder, and he'd slap me harder 
and dry fuck me. That hurt enough that I stopped hiding the oil.

"But he'd come home and go straight for the baby oil. I knew what 
was coming, and by then I'd finally decided to stop having my 
panties ripped off so I'd wait for him in just a t-shirt. The 
dumb bastard thought that meant I wanted what I knew he was gonna 
give me."

Her voice fairly dripped with contempt.

"So he'd shove me over the kitchen table, oil up his monster of a 
dick, and ram it straight into me. I'd get off on it, which was 
the problem. He hated it that I'd get off, and he'd really ram it 
into me, hurting me. Randy had all his brains in his dick. It was 
big enough!

"That wasn't the worst of it though. He used to hang out with 
these two guys, Leon and Little Steve. Leon was a bully too, and 
sadistic. Steve was nicer, but he had this mean streak in him 
too. I guess that's why the three of them got along so well.

"The three of them decided that they could drink cheaper if they 
bought beer and drank it at the rat hole apartment where Randy 
and I lived. And I was their entertainment."

She paused, remembering, and I felt her quivering rage.

"Randy, that prick, loved fucking me in front of them. I guess it 
was his way of showing that he 'owned' me. And then he got 
generous," she said with a snort of contempt. "He offered me to 
Leon. Randy held me down while Leon fucked me. Leon was big too, 
and wide, and he hurt more than Randy, 'cause he was trying to 
hurt me.

"When Leon was done, Little Steve got his piece too. Leon and 
Randy called him 'Little' Steve because his dick was only big, 
not really big. Of all three of those dumbass bastards, Steve was 
the only one who was ever nice to me. He'd actually apologize 
after he screwed me, real quiet so the others couldn't hear. As 
if that made things better!

"He was nice to me until he figured out that I didn't like the 
taste of come. I mean, I'd rather drink shampoo than swallow 
come. Little Steve wanted me to suck him off, and I told him, 
promising to fuck him good if he'd only not make me suck him off.

"Then he got this real mean look on his face and smacked me hard. 
He told me that if I didn't 'open up and say ahh,' he'd cut my 
throat. That got Leon and Randy to sit up and take notice. After 
that, I think they had more fun coming in my mouth than they did 
fucking me until I couldn't walk.

"They'd sit around on their asses, drinking beer, and make me 
suck them off, holding my head down until I'd swallowed. And if I 
gagged, they'd slap me around even worse. After one of 'em would 
come in my mouth, they'd all laugh their asses off; dumb 
bastards.

"I'd always get 'em beers though. After a while, Randy wouldn't 
let me wear clothes when Leon and Little Steve were over, and 
they'd pinch and poke me when they weren't doing worse. But I 
knew that sooner or later, they'd get too drunk to get it up, or 
they'd pass out, and then they'd leave me alone.

"And then, one day about two years ago, May 23, he was gone. 
Randy, Leon, and Little Steve got the bright idea to fund their 
drinking, none of them had jobs, by robbing a liquor store. There 
was an off-duty State Trooper in the store, and things went bad. 
Or good, depending on how you look at it," she laughed ruefully.

"Leon killed the store owner, the Trooper killed Leon, and Randy 
and Steve high-tailed it outta there. The police came by looking 
for Randy, but I never saw him again.

"I packed up my clothes and walked out of that shit hole 
apartment and never looked back. I took that asshole's car, 
though, 'cause I knew he loved it more than he ever loved me. And 
you know what the funny part is?" she asked, looking up at me, 
her eyes and nose still red.

I merely shook my head.

"I never cried once, while they were doing all those awful things 
to me. Not once," she said fiercely. "Not until now."

She became silent for a few moments, then continued.

"For a long time, I thought I hated men. I certainly hated Randy, 
Leon, and Little Steve. I was with this woman, a lesbian, who 
saved my life. She really did hate men. Without her, I think I 
would've curled up and died. I liked it, for a time. She was what 
I needed, and I'll always love her for it.

"But when Daddy died and I got the insurance money, I knew what I 
wanted to do and I started doing it. The woman I was living with 
had figured out that I didn't really hate men, not like she did, 
and we decided to part as friends. I got this place, and I 
enrolled in the Junior College, and I'm gonna make something of 
myself," she said fiercely. "I don't know if there is a God or 
not, not after what I've gone through, but if there is, He's 
given me an extra chance, and I'm gonna take it!"

With that, she got very quiet, and the only sound I could hear 
were her occasional snuffles.

Slowly, tentatively, she reached down and grasped my flaccid 
penis. She stroked it for a few seconds, but it remained limp. 
Then she sat up to get a better angle.

When she did, she looked up at Susan on the couch, and she froze. 
At the expression on her face, I sat up too, and looked back at 
Susan.

Susan lay on the couch, her head cradled on her hands. Her eyes 
were bright with tears; they had made tracks down her face. When 
she saw us look up at her, she smiled and sat up.

"You heard?" Stacy asked simply.

Susan nodded silently, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her 
fingers. Stacy sat back and crossed her legs, looking silently at 
Susan.

"I think," Susan said, her voice hoarse, "that you're a very 
brave young woman."

Stacy smiled a sad smile. "If what I been through is what it 
takes to be brave, I don't ever wanna be brave again."

Susan's eyes brimmed with tears again, and she smiled a sad smile 
of her own. "No, being brave is what it takes to make it through 
what you've been through. Not what you get out of it."

"Yeah, well, fuck 'em all the same. Fuck Randy, and fuck dead 
Leon, and fuck Little Steve."

"Fuck 'em," Susan said simply.

Stacy turned to me. "Fuck 'em," I said as well.

"Uh uh, they're gone...," Stacy said. "Fuck me." Her expression 
broke into an infectious grin, and she snuffled.

Susan snuffled in sympathy and began grinning herself. I couldn't 
help but grin along with the two women, although I knew that 
Stacy had far more to be happy about than I did. My relatively 
comfortable life paled in comparison with hers, and I envied her 
drive and determination.

Stacy broke my train of thought by suddenly standing.

"Wait here," she commanded me. I watched her lithe body as she 
walked down the hall to the bathroom.

When she returned, she had a box of tissues, a hand towel, and a 
small jar in her hands. She handed the tissues to Susan, who 
gratefully accepted them, then set the towel and the jar aside.

With a wicked grin and a sniffle, she knelt at my hips. She 
reached out and once again stroked my flaccid penis. When I 
didn't react fast enough for her, she bent forward and 
tentatively took the tip in her mouth.

I began to protest and she took her mouth off my and sat up, 
still holding on to my limp member.

"What's the matter?" she asked, a touch of exasperation in her 
voice.

"I thought you said that you hated... you know...," I said, pointing 
at my dick.

"Giving head?"

I nodded.

"No, I love giving head. I hate having come in my mouth."

"Oh," I said, confused.

"Besides, I don't expect I'll give you long enough to let you 
come in my mouth. I want something else from you," she said with 
a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

With that, she bent forward again and resumed sucking. Soon 
enough, she had me hard as steel. She wasn't as good as Susan, 
her teeth scraped me a few times, and she didn't use her tongue 
as much, but I have learned that there is no such thing as bad 
head. There's only good head and better head. So I leaned back 
and enjoyed the good head she was giving me.

True to her word, before I was even beginning to think about 
coming, she sat up, still gripping my erection. With her left 
hand, she reached behind her to fetch the towel and the jar.

When she released my prick to open the jar, I saw that it was 
Vaseline.

When she got it open, she looked at me very seriously. "I want 
you to fuck me in the ass. I want to come with you in my ass. 
Will you do that for me?"

I'd never even thought of putting my dick in a woman's ass, but 
at the moment, with my erection doing most of the thinking for 
me, I mutely nodded my enthusiasm.

"Good," she said, dipping two fingers into the jar and bringing 
them out with a dollop of the jelly.

She began rubbing the Vaseline onto my dick, stroking and coating 
the entire surface of my cock.

When she had my entire manhood covered in a layer of Vaseline, 
she looked at me seriously, picking up the towel to wipe her 
hands.

"Go slowly, especially when you first enter me. It's been... a long 
time... since I had anyone back there."

I nodded mutely and she got up on her hands and knees, looking 
expectantly at me over her shoulder. When I got up to move behind 
her, I looked at Susan. She smiled at me, her expression speaking 
volumes, her eyes gently laughing at me. She extended her hand in 
a 'be my guest' gesture and her smiled broadened.

I moved between Stacy's legs and shuffled toward her upturned 
ass. Her cheeks were spread wide and I could see her little pink 
pucker winking up at me. With my right hand, I grasped the base 
of my slick cock and aimed it at her ass.

When I set the tip against her rectum, she hissed with pleasure. 
My hand still steadying my penis, I begin to push forward. I met 
tremendous resistance, and began to wonder how I was ever going 
to get my dick inside her, no matter how hard I was. When I was 
about to pull back and try again, her ass allowed the head of my 
prick to enter.

Stacy let out a low moan and shuddered. My dick safely inside 
her, I put both my hands on her hips and began to slowly rock 
back and forth. This didn't really move my cock inside her so 
much as it put pressure on her, and she moaned again.

"Okay," she said through clenched teeth, "go easy." The last 
syllable was drawn out into a hiss as I began to slowly inch 
deeper into her ass.

As I had with her pussy, I would enter her a little further, then 
withdraw. Then with my next thrust, I would push a little deeper 
into her. In a few minutes, my dick was buried in her ass.

It was incredibly tight, tighter even than her pussy had been, 
and her ass gripped my cock like a fist.

I held her hips and kept her ass tight against my hips as she 
panted. Once again, I marveled at her lithe body, the gentle 
curve of her back before me. I looked up at Susan and saw her 
smiling at me, one hand gently caressing her nipple.

"Okay," Stacy said, once she had regained her breath, "go slow."

I slowly withdrew my entire length from her and she groaned deep 
in her chest. I then thrust my hips forward, slowly impaling her 
on my length again. She shuddered under my hands as I repeated 
the motion and picked up a slow rhythm.

Every time my hips would press against her ass as I fully buried 
myself in her ass, she would cry out in pleasure. I maintained my 
slow, deliberate pace, enjoying her outbursts as I thrust myself 
into her.

"Mmmmmm, that feels nice," she said, her head down. "You can go a 
little faster, if you want."

I wanted.

I quickened my pace slightly, still marveling at the tightness of 
her ass. It was tighter and hotter than anything I'd ever felt. I 
know that wasn't saying much, but I quickly realized that I was 
really enjoying fucking her in the ass.

"Faster," she pleaded over her shoulder.

Faster I gave her. Soon, I was pumping my slick cock into her 
with powerful strokes. She would whimper each time my hips 
slammed into her ass and buried my cock up to the root inside 
her.

I didn't know how long I could hold out at this pace, but I 
resolved to do my best.

"I... want... you... to... come... in... my... ass...," she panted
between 
thrusts. "Come... in... my... assssssssssssss!"

With those words, I slammed my prick deep into her ass and 
gripped her hips tightly, feeling my eruption welling up in my 
belly. With a grunt of my own, I let loose inside her.

As I began to come, I felt her shudder powerfully and she moaned 
long and low. I knew she was coming, but I was mostly oblivious 
as I spent myself within the furnace of her ass.

When I finally finished coming, she was still quaking and 
whimpering with pleasure. I collapse on top of her, supporting 
myself with one arm while I wrapped my right hand around her 
chest to cup her pert breasts.

We panted in unison with the power of our orgasms, my dick still 
hard in her ass.

Very quietly, as if to herself, I heard her say, "Screw you, 
Randy. That's how you shoulda fucked me in the ass."

I was dimly aware of Susan getting up from the couch, but it 
wasn't until she returned quietly that I fully realized that 
she'd been gone.

I slowly straightened and began to ease my half-hard dick out of 
Stacy's ass. She moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I 
withdrew. When I felt my dick pop from her ass, I realized that 
Susan was kneeling beside me.

I felt a warm wetness on my shrinking penis, and looked down in 
shock. I relaxed as I saw that Susan had a warm, soapy washcloth 
and was gently cleaning my cock. When she finished, she wiped me 
off with another wet washcloth. She then folded the soapy cloth 
in half and began to clean Stacy too.

When she finished, she stood and walked back towards the 
bathroom. I sat back and folded my legs Indian-style as Stacy 
rolled over to sit with her back against the couch. Susan 
returned shortly and joined us on the floor, sitting with her 
knees together and her legs folded to one side.

-----

We chatted for a while, but as it was getting late in the 
afternoon, Susan sent me a look that said 'we need to go soon.'

I reluctantly agreed.

Stacy could sense the direction of the conversation and stood 
gracefully, retrieving the white robe Susan had discarded 
earlier.

She belted the thin fabric around her lithe frame and stepped to 
the door of the trailer. She quickly returned with Susan's dry 
skirt and panties.

Susan put on her panties as I began searching for where my own 
clothes had ended up.

"Hold on a second, Mr. Fifteen," Stacy said.

Susan looked at me archly.

I shrugged.

"I forced it out of him," Stacy said to Susan.

The day before, I'd told Susan that I'd lied to Stacy about my 
age, and Susan had thought that best at the time.

"He's easy like that, isn't he?" Susan said to Stacy, clearly 
enjoying herself at my expense.

"Uh huh," Stacy said cheerfully.

Turning back to me, she stepped close, pressing her thinly-
covered nipples against my chest. She reached up and put her hand 
on the back of my neck and pulled my head down. I watched with 
fascination as she closed her eyes, tilted her head to the side 
and parted her slips slightly. She stood on tiptoes and crushed 
her lips against mine.

I had kissed girls before, but never like this. Those earlier 
kisses were furtive and experimental. This kiss... now this was a 
kiss! Her lips were tender and gentle as she kissed me with a 
slight pressure.

I wish I could remember more details about that kiss, but 
unfortunately I can't. I can only remember the feeling that 
flooded my body, beginning with my mouth. As our lips were locked 
together, slightly parted, I could feel her tongue dart out and 
caress me. My penis, untouched, began to grow, and soon was 
pressed against the slick fabric covering her pussy.

Finally, she broke the kiss and I inhaled a great gulp of air. 
I'm sure I looked for all the world like a pole-axed ox as I 
gazed down into her beautiful face. She licked her lips and then 
slowly opened her eyes, meeting my own and smiling up at me.

"Mmmmm," she said dreamily. "I've missed that too."

She withdrew her hand from the back of my neck and stepped back a 
half-step. Looking down at my erection, she laughed and looked 
back up at my face. I blushed furiously.

"Did you like that?" she asked, her eyes teasing me.

I could only nod.

"Me too."

As Stacy stepped back another pace, we both turned to look at 
Susan, who was grinning at the two of us.

I blushed a deeper red and quickly resumed looking for my 
discarded clothing.

"Are you really a friend of his mother's?" Stacy asked, turning 
to Susan.

"Yes."

"Wow. Cool."

"Mmm hmm."

I finally found my clothes, and began putting them on as the two 
women talked.

"I'd like...," Stacy began, then paused to summon her courage. "I'd 
like to see you again."

"I'd like that too," Susan said. "We'll be back in town 
Wednesday, to pick up our order from the hardware store."

"Both of you? Great!" Stacy gushed. I reminded myself that while 
she might be several years older than I was, she was still very 
young. "I'll switch shifts with another girl at the store. I'll 
get off at 2."

"Do you want us to pick you up at the store?"

"That'd be great."

"Okay, we'll see you at the store at 2 on Wednesday," Susan said.

With that, she leaned forward and kissed Susan on the cheek. She 
then turned to me and gave me another smoldering kiss on the 
lips. I could feel her nipples boring into me through the thin 
fabric of her robe and my t-shirt. The kiss wasn't as long as the 
first she'd given me, but it lasted quite a bit longer than any 
other kiss I'd ever had.

"Thank you," she said to me in a quiet voice as she released me.

I didn't exactly know what she was thanking me for, but I was 
polite enough to know to just say, "You're welcome."

Susan and I headed out to the station wagon, and Stacy waved to 
us from the door to her trailer. In her thin white robe, she 
looked even more beautiful than before.

With waves of our own, we got in and slowly drove away.

"I think she likes you," Susan said to me as we turned onto the 
main road, half teasing, half serious.

I blushed furiously and didn't say a word.

-----

CHAPTER EIGHT

When we got back to the camp that afternoon, it was late. I would 
barely have time to shower before dinner.

Susan dropped me off at our cabin and I waved as she drove down 
the hill towards her house.

I rushed into the cabin, kicking my shoes off and stripping off 
my clothes.

"What took you all so long?"

I froze. I turned and saw Mom sitting on the couch, reading a 
book. My mind was moving at a thousand miles an hour, as I was 
furiously trying to think of some excuse for being in town so 
long.

Drawing a blank, I mumbled, "Car trouble," and headed into the 
bathroom.

When I came out, I was drying my hair, hoping Mom had already 
gone down to the clubhouse.

She hadn't.

"I hope everything was okay," she said, clearly a prompt for me 
to explain further.

I may have been caught off guard earlier, but I wasn't stupid.

"Uh huh," I said.

I could see that Mom was clearly not impressed with my brevity, 
but I guess she decided not to press the issue.

"What's for dinner?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

"I thought I'd fix grilled-cheese sandwiches with peas and 
carrots."

"Sounds great!" I said and bolted.

I heard Mom follow me out of the cabin, but I didn't slow down. I 
wanted to get away from any pointed questions about several 
missing hours this afternoon.

-----

When I got to the clubhouse, I saw that there were many more 
people there than usual.

Six families had arrived that day.  Most of them, I knew from 
summers past.

Dwight and his wife Karen had arrived, as expected, with their 
kids Trish and Jonathan. Trish was Erin's age, but Jonathan was 
only 8 or 9. I could see that Trish and Erin had already found 
each other, and were on one of the couches and chatting 
animatedly.

I was looking around to see who else I recognized when a pair of 
iron bands, which happened to be in the form of pale, strong 
arms, wrapped around my chest and heaved me into the air. I felt 
the breath whoosh out of me and saw stars as I was returned to 
the earth once again.

I turned around to find Manfred, one of my best friends at the 
camp. Manfred and I always got along well, although we couldn't 
have been more different. Where I was short and pudgy, Manfred 
was tall and lanky. At 15, he was already taller than my dad.

And he was also the only person I knew who would sunburn faster 
than I did. He'd inherited his father's fair skin, and he wore a 
t-shirt for practically the first week he was at camp, just to 
prevent a terrible sunburn. He'd inherited his hair from his 
mother, though, and it was a very pale blond. His father, John, 
was tall and thin too, with red hair and fair skin. Manfred's 
mother, on the other hand, was one of the most statuesque women 
I've ever known. She wasn't as tall as my dad, but she was at 
least 5'10". She had the same pale blond hair that Manfred had, 
and she had a magnificent figure.

Many a night I had lain awake and envied Manfred. His mother, 
Ingrid, had high, firm breasts with pointy brown nipples. She 
tanned very easily and was always a beautiful golden brown. Her 
pubic hair matched the hair on her head, and it was so fair and 
fine that it seemed like she had a patch of spun gold at the 
junction of her legs. Too bad Manfred didn't have a sister!

"Hey, little man, look who's here," Manfred fairly boomed down at 
me.

"Hey, Stick, when did y'all get here?"

"Couple hours ago. Where were you?"

"In town. I had to help Aunt Susan with some storm damage." I 
decided that the less I said, the less I'd have to remember what 
I'd said to whom. "Where are you all staying?"

"The usual place," Manfred said. They always stayed in one of the 
motel-style rooms in back of the first building.

I nodded. "Who else got here today? I've been gone since lunch."

"Gina."

The one name was all that we needed to share a conspiratorial 
look.

Gina was our age, and really fun to hang out with. She wasn't a 
girly girl, afraid to get dirty or touch bugs or other stuff. She 
wasn't a tomboy, but she sure wasn't afraid to have fun. I'd had 
a crush on Gina since I'd first met her two summers earlier. 
Manfred knew about it, and teased me mercilessly; the way only a 
close friend can do, totally ruthless but not hurtful.

The last time I had seen Gina, last summer, she had wonderful 
cone-shaped breasts with pointy dark brown nipples. Her pubic 
hair had just developed into a respectable strip, and she had 
begun to show some flare between her waist and hips. I couldn't 
wait to see how she'd changed since then.

Gina was also a 'package deal' -- she had two sisters. Her older 
sister Kara was about three years older than me. She had a 
gorgeous body, but was well out of my league, being older and 
very attractive. Gina also had a younger sister, Leah, who was 
about six months younger than Erin. Leah, like Erin, had just 
begun to develop.

What made the three girls truly beautiful was their mother, 
Elizabeth. Gina's mother was English, of Indian parents, and very 
elegant. Elizabeth had passed on to her three daughters her 
beautiful cafe-au-lait complexion, lustrous black hair, and 
exotic dark eyes.

Gina's father was a television producer, and took long vacations 
during the summer re-runs. They almost always stayed for several 
weeks at the camp. I had much to look forward to. I had many 
dreams of the doe-eyed, beautiful young Gina. Many dreams indeed.

Shaking myself out of my reverie, I looked up and Manfred was 
grinning down at me like an idiot.

"What's she look like?" I asked, desperate to know.

"Just wait."

"Manfred, you've got to tell me," I almost whined at him.

"Just wait," was all he'd say.

"Okay, Mr. Scandinavian Stubbornness, who else is here?"

"Norm and Dee were in here earlier; they pulled in after we did."

He pronounced their names like 'Normandy,' our pet name for the 
older couple who towed their own Airstream trailer, basically 
living year-round at nudist camps across America.

"And?" I prompted.

"That's all I know," he shrugged. "Oh, except for some new 
family. I haven't met 'em yet, but I know they've got three 
daughters and a son."

"How old?"

"Dunno, just heard about 'em from my folks."

About that time, Mom came into the clubhouse and came over to 
where Manfred and I were talking.

"Hello, Manfred. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks, Mrs. Hughes. How are you?"

"You're always so polite, Manfred. But you know you can call me 
Beth," Mom said with a smile. "I'm fine, thank you. Although, I'd 
be even better if my helpful son would lend a hand fixing dinner. 
Do you know where I can find my helpful son?" she asked in mock 
earnestness.

"No, ma'am, I haven't seen your helpful son," Manfred said, 
grinning broadly. "I guess you'll have to settle for Paul."

With a grimace at Manfred and an "I'll get you" shake of my fist, 
I followed Mom to the kitchen area.

-----

At dinner, we talked about the new arrivals. Dwight and Karen, 
John and Ingrid (Manfred's parents), Chris and Elizabeth (Gina's 
parents), and Norm and Dee I already knew about.

Mom also told us that Stan and Terri would be staying in the 
cabin next to ours. It wasn't really next to ours, being almost 
100 feet away, but "next to" was apt enough. Stan was tall and 
wiry thin, and Terri was almost the exact opposite, a petite 
woman with short blond hair and smallish, cone-shaped breasts.

I found out that the Coulters, Gina's family, were staying in the 
cabin above ours on the ridge. Dwight and Karen Delozier were 
staying in the cabin beyond Stan and Terri Dunbar's.

Mom also told us that a new family had come to the camp. I perked 
up at this news, and so did Erin. Not that it was new news to me 
-- in fact, Manfred had mentioned the new family already. But Mom 
had evidently already talked to them. John and Jessica Jordan, 
and their four children, were staying in one of the larger cabins 
behind the motel-style buildings.

Erin and I pressed for more information about their kids. Mom 
told us that they had three daughters, 16, 13, and 10, and a son, 
9. She didn't know their names, however. Erin perked up at the 
prospect of another girl her age, and I was quietly enthusiastic 
about a new 16-year-old girl at the camp. Erin would be out of my 
hair with three other girls her age, and I, at least, could have 
fun with Manfred and Gina, whether the new girl were any fun or 
not.

As I thought of spending time with my friends, my thoughts 
quickly turned to Susan. I definitely enjoyed the time we spent 
together, but the thought of missing time with my friends filled 
me with pangs of anxiety. But then the thought of not spending 
time with Susan drove all those thoughts from my mind.

Susan was definitely important to me, in ways I couldn't really 
put my mental finger on. I didn't know if I was falling in love 
with her or not, but the fact that she was one of the few people 
in the world who treated me like an adult meant a great deal to 
me. Susan treated me like a man, and I liked that. And, of 
course, my 15-year-old mind admitted, the sex was a LOT of fun 
too.

After we'd finished eating, Erin and I helped Mom clean up the 
dishes. We both knew that if we were helpful, then Mom would let 
us do what we wanted for the rest of the night. She usually did, 
but ensuring things by helping out never hurt.

Most of the other families in the clubhouse were finishing dinner 
too, and we were just finishing cleaning up when Susan entered 
the building. She was wearing her bikini bottoms (I had gotten so 
used to seeing her without them that they almost looked out of 
place), and was greeting new arrivals.

As she made her way towards our table, Erin asked if she could go 
play with Trish and Leah. Mom said yes, and she raced off to find 
the other two girls.

"Hi, Beth," Susan said as she came up to us. "I really appreciate 
you letting me monopolize Paul like I've been shamelessly doing. 
He's been very helpful."

"I'm glad he has. I'm very proud of him," Mom said. "I understand 
you two had a bit of car trouble this afternoon."

I almost choked on my own tongue! I wondered if I could kill 
myself by holding my breath. I hadn't had time to tell Susan 
about the lame excuse I'd given Mom about why we were in town so 
long.

"Car trouble?" Susan asked innocently. "Not with my car, no," she 
picked up smoothly. "We went to the hardware store, but they 
didn't have the panels we needed. So we had to order them from 
Spartanburg. That took some time," Susan said calmly.

"I'm glad to hear you didn't have car trouble," Mom said, 
shooting an ominous glance at me.

"Oh, I didn't say we didn't have a bit of car trouble, it just 
wasn't with my car," Susan said, coming to my rescue.

"Oh?" Mom asked.

"When we were leaving the hardware store, we happened to run 
across the cashier from the grocery store from yesterday. Paul 
and I both remembered her because she was so nice."

Mom arched an eyebrow at me and nodded for Susan to continue.

"SHE was the one having car trouble. So Paul suggested that we 
stop and help her out."

"Very nice of him," Mom said.

"Always help a lady in distress," I chirped up with what I hoped 
was an innocent expression.

"We ended up giving her a ride home, and she invited us in for a 
cold drink as a way of saying thanks. I guess we stayed there 
longer than we thought. She was a very nice young woman."

"Ah," Mom said.

"So I guess that's what Paul meant when he told you we had 'car 
trouble,'" Susan said.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't make that clearer, Mom," I apologized as 
sheepishly as I could.

"Anyway," Susan said, "I just wanted to stop by and tell you what 
a wonderful job Paul is doing, and how helpful he's been."

"Thank you," Mom said, smiling at me.

Susan turned to me, "And since we've been working so hard these 
past few days, why don't we take tomorrow off and take a little 
R&R?"

"You're sure?" I asked. I felt may panic building, then thought 
about the situation from Susan's perspective and relaxed 
somewhat. Besides, I did want to spend time with my friends.

"Sure, Paul," Susan said dismissively. "We've got Monday to 
finish the boxes on the back wall, and the roof panels won't be 
in until next Wednesday."

"Okay. Fine by me," I said.

"Good then, it's settled," Susan said. "Have a nice night."

"You do the same," Mom said.

Susan turned to talk to another family and Mom turned to me.

"Car trouble? Do you know how worried I was about you?"

"Sorry, Mom, I should've explained better," I said contritely.

"Oh well, it's water under the bridge now," she said, letting me 
off the hook.

Suddenly, she was hugging me again. I hugged her back, feeling a 
little awkward.

"I was just worried about you, honey," she said.

I resolved myself NOT to get an erection, and Mom obliged me by 
releasing me fairly quickly.

"Now go find Manfred and try to stay out of trouble," Mom said, 
laughing.

-----

The next day was Sunday, and for the first time in several days, 
it was a normal 'camp day.' Not that I was complaining. The past 
four days had been like an emotional whirlwind; a very enjoyable 
whirlwind at that.

As it turned out, the new family had a thing for J's. The next 
morning, while we were eating breakfast in the clubhouse (I 
wondered wickedly what Susan was having for breakfast), we met 
them at last.

John and Jessica Jordan entered the clubhouse and began making 
the rounds, introducing themselves. Erin and I met Jenny, Jill, 
Jackie, and John Junior -- 16, 13, 10, and 9, respectively. John 
Jordan was an average looking guy, but his wife could've been a 
model.

Jessica was a little taller than I was, with lustrous dark brown 
hair. She was thin, with a fine-boned face and high, firm 
breasts. She had long legs and slender hips, a narrow tuft of 
pubic hair, and a tanned complexion. Her daughters were remade in 
her image, in varying stages of development. Jenny was taller 
than I was, with a body almost identical to her mother's. I got 
the feeling that she didn't want to have anything to do with 
someone who was only 15. So much for her. Erin and Jill hit it 
off first thing, and Jill joined the group formed by my sister, 
Trish, and Leah.

But the real surprise of my morning was Gina. Her parents came 
down for breakfast first, then she and her older sister came into 
the clubhouse.

I was stunned.

The last time I had seen Gina, she had still been developing. 
Now, she had blossomed into full womanhood. She was still about 
5'4", but her breasts were now luscious, full and round, capped 
by beautiful dark brown nipples. Her narrow waist flared to full 
hips, leading to very well-proportioned, trim legs. Her pubic 
hair was a neat strip, fuller in the middle and sparser on the 
edges. She had also let her hair grow; her shoulder-length jet 
black tresses were wavy and shone in the morning light. She was a 
darkly exotic beauty. More so now than ever.

I had just resolved myself to go and talk to her when I felt a 
thud in my right arm.

"Hiya, little man," Manfred said as he sat down at the table. 
"What'd I tell ya?"

"Huh?" I looked at him blankly.

"Huh," he said, aping my expression with near perfection.

"What're you talking about Manfred?" I asked him in exasperation.

"Dude... One word," he paused, counting off the seconds. "Gina."

"What?"

"Man, you are gone."

"Huh?"

"Did I tell ya or did I tell ya?" Manfred asked, smiling 
comically at me and nodding at Gina.

"Yeah," I said, breaking the spell she'd cast over me with her 
body. "Wow!"

"Wow indeed," he chuckled. "Have you met the J's yet?"

"Who?"

"The J's, little man. John, Jessica, Jenny, Joanie, Jermaine, 
blah, blah, blah-blah. The J's."

"Oh, yeah, I met them earlier."

"Oldest one's kinda cute."

"Yeah," I said absent-mindedly, still thinking about Gina.

"Dude! You're hopeless," he said, punching me in the shoulder 
again. "Let's go swimming.  I'm dying to jump in the lake!"

With that, he stood and unrolled a white Led Zeppelin t-shirt and 
tugged me to my feet.

We tore out of the clubhouse, letting the screen door bang behind 
us.

-----

Most of the day, Manfred and I were in the lake, or around it. I 
had already gotten enough of a tan that I didn't have to wear a 
t-shirt, but poor Manfred had to rub sun block all over himself 
AND wear a t-shirt. Otherwise, he would've looked like a 
Scandinavian lobster.

Gina and the oldest J were sunning themselves on the raft a lot 
of the day. Manfred and I would quietly swim up to them and 
splash them with cold water.

After lunch, the girls decided that they'd had enough of 
sunbathing on the raft, and they actually talked to us. Wonder of 
wonders, teenagers of the opposite sex actually talking to each 
other.

We got a game of Marco Polo going, and Erin and her friends 
joined us. Even the two younger J's, Jackie and John Junior (who 
they all called John J), and Trish's brother Jonathon got into 
the game. A 10-person game of Marco Polo is a whole lot of fun.

After we had exhausted ourselves playing in the lake, Manfred and 
I were actually invited to join Gina and Jenny on the raft, 
provided we didn't splash them.

We were on our best behavior the entire time.

-----

Mom had invited Susan to dinner that evening. After dinner, the 
breeze died down and the still air outside was hot. Mom and Susan 
were going to go down to the lake and cool off. I went looking 
for Manfred, and when I couldn't find him, Mom invited me to come 
to the lake with them.

I readily accepted. I hadn't had two minutes to be around Susan 
all day, and I found that I didn't like it very much. I know I 
missed the sex, but I also found (much to my surprise) that I 
missed talking to her too.

As we walked down the hill, the sun was just dropping towards the 
horizon. It would actually be two hours or more until sunset, but 
with the ridges around the camp, it actually got dark on the 
ground much earlier. We could easily see to make our way down the 
hill, but in about 20 minutes, it would start getting dark.

When we got to the lake, there were a couple of people still 
there, but most were packing up their towels to head up to the 
clubhouse before it got too dark.

We waded into the cold water of the lake very slowly, taking one 
step at a time, until we were up to our necks, standing just at 
the bottom of the steps. In the dwindling daylight, the water at 
the deep end of the lake was as dark and impenetrable as ever.

"The camp is always so much more alive with more people here," 
Susan said somewhat wistfully.

"It is," Mom agreed.

"Have you talked to the Jordans much?" Susan asked.

"A little. He's a corporate attorney, she used to be a model. You 
know, same old, same old."

"Yeah," Susan said, laughing quietly. Voices carried at night, 
especially over the water. "They do seem to be a nice couple."

"How did they find out about the camp?"

"Through a client of his. John was transferred to Atlanta from 
California, and they quietly asked around."

And then I felt it. In the back of my mind, I had been half 
hoping something like this would happen, but I couldn't be sure 
that it would.

I felt a hand tentatively feeling for me. I had been waiting for 
this, and as the hand found my flaccid penis and gripped it 
firmly, I quickly became erect.

In the final direct light from the sun, I look at both women's 
faces. For the life of me, I couldn't tell who had their fingers 
wrapped around my joint.

I tuned out their conversation and decided to enjoy it.

The hand quickly started stroking my erection, gently but firmly. 
The sensation was indescribable, heightened by the fact that I 
wasn't sure whether it was Susan or Mom stroking me.

When I didn't try to pull away, the hand became bolder, moving to 
cup and fondle my balls. Since the water was so cold, they had 
receded far into my abdomen, so there was little to fondle. 
Shortly, the warm hand returned to my erection.

We stood like this for perhaps another 20 minutes -- the two 
women chatting, me listening to the conversation and occasionally 
contributing, and one of them slowly, tantalizingly stroking my 
hard-on.

When the sun finally dropped below the ridge, the sky was aglow 
with the dying reds and oranges while the surface of the lake was 
near black. I could scarcely make out the shapes of the two women 
not two feet in front of me.

"Beth," Susan asked hesitantly, "do you mind if I take off my 
bikini bottoms. They've got a tag in them that's got a point on 
it that's digging into my waist. It's itching me to death."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Paul knows."

"Oh?"

"The first day he came to work for me, he caught me right as I'd 
gotten out of the shower," she confessed. "And since the cat was 
already out of the bag, so to speak, I didn't really worry about 
it."

"Oh, okay. As long as you're comfortable with it, I'm sure Paul 
and I will be too."

"Oh, I'll be much more comfortable as soon as I trim this tag out 
when I get back to the house."

The hand on my penis left me as Susan shucked off her bikini 
bottoms and I began to think furiously. Either it was indeed 
Susan, or Mom was very, very clever. Once I thought about it, 
however, it could go either way. I heard the wet plop of Susan's 
wet bottoms hitting the brick coping of the lake and waited for 
the hand to return.

I was disappointed when it didn't. But that disappointment didn't 
last long.

"I don't know why, but my shoulders sure do ache today," Susan 
said.

"Would you like me to rub them?" I quickly volunteered.

"Oooooh, that would be nice," Susan said.

"Mmmm, that does sound good," Mom echoed.

"Beth, you go first, I can wait."

"No, Suz, you're the one who suggested it."

A chorus of polite "no, you go firsts" ensued, and I quickly lost 
track of who said what.

Finally, as I leaned back against the sun-warmed brick of the 
coping, I heard one of the woman accede to going first. I raised 
my hands and felt a body back up under them.

The problem was, I wasn't really sure who it was, Mom or Susan. 
Nevertheless, I began slowly rubbing her shoulders.

Not knowing who it was, however, was compounded when the woman in 
front of me backed up and the warm flesh of her ass rubbed up 
against my still-hard penis. I felt her hands come around behind 
her and grasp my erection.

She leaned forward and lowered my erection so that it was 
positioned between her ass cheeks. When she slid backward again, 
my hard dick was nestled between her legs, clamped tight by her 
thighs and the heat of her pussy.

I felt her pussy open up as she pressed against my hardness, and 
I quickly decided that it must be Susan in front of me, rubbing 
her pussy with my erection. In the darkness, I moved my hands 
from her shoulders around to cup her breasts. I heard her moan 
approvingly as my hands began to knead them and roll her nipples 
gently between my fingers.

After ten blissful minutes, she finally leaned forward and said, 
"Next."

In a moment, I felt the warmth of another body in front of me and 
I raised my hands to bring them down on her shoulders. I was 
rubbing the shoulders in front of me when once again, I felt her 
back up.

I was certain this was Mom, and as she backed against my 
erection, I felt her reach around to grasp my penis. She too 
aimed the tip of my hard-on between her legs and backed up 
against me.

As my penis probed between her thighs, I waited for the feeling 
of her pubic hair tickling the top of my penis. As she pressed 
her ass against my hips, I couldn't believe what was happening to 
me.

She pulled forward and grasped my cock from between her legs. 
Arching her back a little, she pushed back and my cock easily 
slipped between the shaven labia of Susan's pussy.

Susan's pussy?!

Oh my God, I thought to myself. The FIRST woman had been Mom. Not 
only had she ground her pussy against my cock, I had fondled her 
breasts for almost the entire time.

As Susan began to slowly ride me, I was in shock. My brain seemed 
to cease functioning.
Susan rode me, back and forth, for about five minutes. As she 
gently rocked back and forth, she struck up a conversation with 
Mom.

Now that the two women were talking, I could definitely tell who 
was who. But that only served to confirm that Mom was the first 
woman.

Suddenly, Susan pulled forward. The shock of the cold water on my 
cock, which had been nestled in a warm pussy only seconds ago, 
was tremendous. My shock-addled brain was already overloaded, and 
I almost passed out from the sensation.

The two women put their heads close together, several feet in 
front of me and had a low-voiced conversation.

Because their heads were so close, and their voices pitched low, 
I couldn't hear what they were talking about. The intensity of 
the conversation rose once, but never the volume, and what they 
talked about remained a mystery.

In a few minutes, I heard Mom's voice.

"I'm going to swim out to the raft and warm up for a few 
minutes," Mom said.

"Okay, I'll be out in a few minutes," Susan answered.

I then heard her swim out towards the raft.

Then I saw a figure swim up to me and felt a hand on my chest, 
pushing me up and back.

I knew that Mom would hear anything either of us said, so I kept 
quiet. I put my hands back up on the coping and hoisted myself 
out until I sat on the still-warm bricks.

I felt her hands pushing my legs apart. As she moved in between 
my legs, one of her hands pushed on my chest, pushing my torso 
backwards. I bent back at her touch, supporting myself with my 
arms.

She put both her hands on my hips, and then a wonderful warm 
wetness engulfed my prick.

As soon as my head slid over her tongue, I felt her moan. Her 
lips clamped down on my shaft and she flicked her tongue over the 
tip of my penis. Without warning, she opened her mouth and 
swallowed nearly my whole length.

As her lips clamped about my shaft, midway down my length, I felt 
her moan again, deep and low in her chest. She slowly withdrew 
her lips, sucking her cheeks in and drawing her tongue along the 
length of my shaft.

She popped my erection out of her mouth and I felt her tongue 
running along the sensitive underside of my penis, down then back 
up. I felt her teeth playfully nip under the crown of my cock and 
then she wrapped her lips back around the head.

She slowly engulfed the length of my dick in her warm mouth, 
seeming to savor the flavor and texture of my manhood. Then she 
began to bob her head back and forth, gently stroking my erection 
with her mouth.

All of a sudden, she let my dick spring free of her sucking lips 
and I felt the sensitive skin on the bottom of my cock rub 
against her cheek. I felt her kisses all the way down the shaft 
of my dick, light as a butterfly's wings. Once she reached the 
springy mat of hair at the base of my dick, she kissed her way 
back up my shaft.

When she reached the end, she kissed the head, tilted her head 
the other way, and kissed down my shaft a second time. When she 
reached the head of my cock this time, she tightened her grip on 
my hips and began rapidly plunging her head down, impaling her 
mouth on my dick.

Finally, I felt her clamp her lips about two inches from the base 
of my penis. She sucked gently, then I felt her lips open once 
more. Instead of pulling back, however, she slowly shoved her 
head forward. I felt my cock enter the back of her throat as her 
lips clamped down again.

I thought surely she would withdraw now, but I felt her take a 
deep breath through her nose and open her lips again. With one 
final lunge, she closed her lips around the absolute base of my 
cock and I couldn't stifle my groan of pleasure.

I could feel my cock in the back of her throat, her muscles 
clamping on the tip. Her nose was pressed against the flesh above 
my shaft. She gripped me like that for several seconds, the most 
wonderful seconds of my life, my young cock down her throat. 
Finally, she withdrew, raking her lips and tongue along the 
length of my shaft.

When she got to the end, she let my penis slip from her lips, and 
I could hear her take a deep breath. She engulfed half my prick 
with her furnace of a mouth. Once again, she opened her lips and 
took me still deeper. Then again, she opened her lips and 
swallowed me to the root, gripping my hips fiercely with her 
hands, holding her head down on my erection.

With all the stimulation from earlier, and then the illicit 
thrill of knowing I had been fondling my mom's breasts (and she 
had enjoyed it!), I didn't last long after that.

As she withdrew the second time after taking me into her throat, 
I felt my come welling up, ready to spurt. She felt it too and 
took my dick as deep as she could.

I erupted with a barely contained groan of pleasure. I shot my 
seed down her throat, gushing forth what felt like gallons. With 
her hands on my hips, she pulled me deeper into her mouth. I felt 
her lips and cheeks moving as she swallowed my load. Once. Twice. 
Three times.

When my cock finally stopped spurting into her willing mouth, she 
slowly withdrew her lips. I heard her swallow and draw a deep, 
shuddering breath. She wrapped her lips around my slowly 
deflating penis, making sure to avoid the sensitive glans.

When she had sucked the remaining seed from my shaft, she 
released me. Without a word, I heard her swim away from me. I 
slid into the cold water and followed her.

The raft was a looming blot of darker darkness against the 
backdrop of the pine forest across the lake. She reached it right 
before me and climbed on top of it.

I climbed up between the two women, dripping and happy to be out 
of the cold water. I didn't know who was who until Susan spoke 
quietly in the darkness.

"I love it out here at night."

"Mmmmm, me too," Mom said dreamily.

I reached out towards the sound of Susan's voice, not afraid of 
being seen in the darkness. As my hand touched Susan's leg, my 
mind raced.

I choked back a cry of alarm as my hand rested on the warm, dry 
skin of her thigh.

-----

CHAPTER NINE

That night, I lay awake a long time. I thought to myself that I'd 
done something very wrong. And it was even worse that I'd enjoyed 
it. And worse still that I'd do it again, if given the 
opportunity.

I knew it should be wrong to want to have sex with your mother. 
It must be wrong. But that night, laying awake in the top bunk, I 
tried to ponder exactly WHY it was supposed to be wrong.

I could rationalize all I wanted to, but my mind kept coming back 
to two indisputable facts.

The first was that both of us had been willing participants. True 
enough, I hadn't known it was Mom when I was fondling her 
breasts. I had thought it was Susan. And again, when I thought 
Mom had swum out to the raft and that Susan was sucking me. I was 
honest enough with myself to admit that the problem was that I 
would've done the same thing both times even if I had known it 
was Mom instead of Susan. I might not have been so bold about it, 
but given the opportunity, I'd have done it.

The second fact was simpler to analyze. I'd enjoyed playing with 
Mom's breasts, and I'd enjoyed her sucking me. Even now that I 
knew it had been her and not Susan, I still felt tremendous 
excitement as I remembered events.

In the end, I couldn't come up with a good reason why it should 
be wrong. As long as no one got hurt, and everyone understood 
what was going on, why should it be wrong? I loved my mother very 
much. And I knew she loved me. But I guess I've always known 
(from the comfortable perspective only a man can have, I imagine) 
that sex and love sometimes had very little to do with each 
other.

I don't know if I was being rational, or simply too screwed up to 
realize that I was screwed up. Late in the night, with the sound 
of crickets chirping as the backdrop for my thoughts, I decided I 
wasn't screwed up. And finally, I drifted off to sleep.

-----

The next morning, Mom woke me up early. I was slow to wake up, 
having spent what seemed like half the night lying awake in bed.

As I sleepily opened my eyes, Mom smiled up at me.

"Time to get up, honey," she said in a low voice. "You've got to 
finish up at Susan's today."

"Okay, Mom," I mumbled.

As I blinked sleep from my eyes and shook the fuzziness from my 
thoughts, I had a moment of panic.

What if Mom knew that I knew?! But that was circular logic. She 
couldn't have known. I'd touched Susan's leg, not Mom's. And Mom 
didn't know that I'd touched Susan, didn't know I knew that she 
was warm and dry, when she should've been cold and wet.

Mom and Susan had set things up pretty elaborately, and I was 
certain they were in it together. At least last night they were 
in it together. Thinking back, that must've been what they were 
talking about when the had their low-voiced conversation in the 
lake. I felt certain that I was right.

As I mulled over in my mind the events of the previous night, I 
slowly began climbing down the ladder. Mom was sitting on her bed 
brushing her hair as I walked by rubbing my eyes. I shut the 
bathroom door and lifted the lid of the toilet.

When I went to pee, I realized that I couldn't. I looked down, my 
thoughts still swirling, and panic clutched at my heart like 
talons. I had a morning hard-on! That, in and of itself, was 
nothing unusual. The fact that I'd just climbed down out of bed 
and walked across the room in front of Mom, with the 
aforementioned hard-on WAS unusual. I hadn't even been paying 
attention!

I shrugged it off. There was nothing I could do about it now. 
And, I chuckled evilly, it wasn't like she hadn't seen me with an 
erection before. And more besides!

So I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and as I concentrated on 
those routine tasks, my erection subsided enough for me to pee.

When I opened the door to the bathroom, Mom was still sitting on 
the bed brushing her hair.

I smiled sheepishly at her, deciding not to even mention my 
erection, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Seeya, Mom," I said with a wave.

"Bye, honey."

I opened the cabin door and then pushed open the screen door. I 
caught it before it could slam shut behind me and I suddenly 
laughed at myself. I was becoming nice in my old age!

-----

When I got to Susan's house, she was once again sitting out in 
the courtyard drinking a glass of juice.

"Morning," she said pleasantly, smiling at me.

"Morning."

"You look tired."

"Mmm hmm," I said, then yawned to punctuate my answer.

"Didn't sleep well?" she asked, standing up and moving towards 
the kitchen door.

"Slept fine. Just was up late."

"Oh?"

"Thinking," I said as we entered the coolness of the kitchen.

"Is it what I think you were thinking about?"

"Probably."

"You want to talk about it?" she asked solicitously.

"Yeah. I think I do," I said, surprising myself as much as her.

"Over breakfast?"

I shook my head. "Breakfast can wait, I guess."

She turned and led me into the living room. Once there, she 
turned on one of the end table lamps and motioned for me to sit 
on the couch.

When I'd seated myself, she sat facing me, close but not touching 
me.

"Are you upset at what happened?" she asked gently.

"No," I answered immediately. "Er, yes. No. Um, I don't know."

"Wow, you do sound like you need to talk."

"I don't think I'm upset. And I guess I should be, but I'm not," 
I said, turning to face her. "Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Susan said gently.

"I enjoyed it. I really did."

"That's understandable."

"But the problem is, I don't think it was wrong. Is that wrong?"

"No," she said, surprising me.

I looked at her blankly.

"I imagine that most young men have sexual fantasies about their 
mothers."

"Really?" I asked, incredulity plain on my face.

"Probably. I'm pretty sure Kirk and Doug did."

"Oh."

"It's natural, and nothing to be worried about."

"But..."

"And I would also imagine that it's not uncommon for mothers to 
have sexual fantasies about their sons."

"Huh?" I said in shock.

"You heard me."

I nodded, still running through the implications of what she'd 
said.

"I know I certainly did," she said matter of factly.

"You did?"

"Sure. Kirk and Doug are good-looking young men. I may be their 
mother, but I'm also a woman."

"I guess," I said, doubtfully.

"Think about it for a second and it'll make sense. Who's the 
person you love most in the world?"

I merely blinked at her.

"Your mother. When your hormones start raging, you sometimes 
fantasize about the most beautiful woman in your life. Your 
mother," she repeated. "And as a mother, when your son develops 
into a young man full of hormones, with uncontrollable erections, 
it's flattering. I'll tell you that from personal experience."

"You mean you had fantasies about your sons?"

She nodded soberly. "But there were times when I was this close," 
she said, holding her thumb and finger up less than an inch 
apart, "to doing something more than fantasizing."

"Really?"

She nodded again. "You have fantasies about your mom?" she asked 
gently.

"Yeah," I said softly, not looking at her.

"You're lucky, then."

I looked up at her, my eyes full of unasked questions.

"You know if some of your fantasies are as good as reality."

I nodded and swallowed hard. "You don't think it's wrong?"

"No," she said gently and put her hand on my thigh. "I think 
you're lucky. And your mom is very lucky."

I could only nod, deep in thought, trying to wrap my mind around 
the implications of what she'd just told me.

"You've got to promise me something, Paul," she said, taking my 
right hand between both of her own and waiting until I looked at 
her. She held my eyes with hers. "You've got to promise me that 
you'll never tell your mom that I told you what I'm about to tell 
you."

"O... O... Okay," I stammered.

"Say it."

"I promise. I'll never breathe a word of it."

"Yesterday, she came over to the house, and we had a long talk."

I raised my eyebrows. I was so wrapped up in my own world 
yesterday that I'd had little time to pay attention to what Mom 
or Susan were doing. Not that I would've noticed, even if I'd 
thought about it.

"Uh huh. She wanted to ask my advice. About you."

"Me?"

"You. She told me about stroking you in the lake the on Friday 
night. Do you have any idea what made her do that?"

I shook my head, feeling certain that Susan was going to tell me. 
I wasn't disappointed.

"She had seen us earlier that day."

I looked at her blankly. "Seen us?"

"Remember I'd been teasing you all morning?"

I nodded.

"And remember how you bent me over the table in the courtyard and 
fucked me from behind?"

I nodded again, my penis twitching with the memory.

"Well, your mom had come by the house to ask you to add the Cokes 
to your grocery list. And she saw us having sex."

My jaw dropped open.

"Do you remember when we were driving by the clubhouse and she 
flagged us down? She was flustered, and kept looking at you 
funny?"

I did remember!

"So she knew we were having sex."

I began to panic. If Mom knew that Susan and I were having sex, 
would she put a stop to things?! Would she tell my father?! My 
mind was ablaze with possibilities, most of them bad.

"It's okay, Paul. She was actually kinda thankful it was me and 
not someone else. She trusts me. She still does trust me. And 
it," Susan paused to make sure I was paying attention, "it 
excited her."

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.

Susan nodded. "Uh huh."

She let that sink in for a few moments.

"What she wanted to talk about yesterday was how she felt about 
things. She wanted my advice. She told me she'd been thinking 
about you... thinking about you sexually. That's when she told me 
about fondling you in the lake.

"She wanted someone to tell her she wasn't a bad mother. I told 
her that I'd had fantasies about Kirk and Doug too, and that she 
was perfectly normal, not a bad mother. So then last night, I 
knew she was going to tease you some more. She enjoyed it, the 
feel of your erection."

Talking about my erection from last night caused a fresh one to 
develop. Susan smiled at my reaction.

"We didn't plan on getting you mixed up rubbing our shoulders, 
that was an accident. She told me she realized when I took my 
bikini bottoms off that you wouldn't be able to tell whose ass 
was whose. So she backed up. She was enjoying teasing you, but 
she started getting into it when your dick rubbed across her 
pussy.

"And you thought she was me. After all, who else would tease you 
like that?" Susan smiled ruefully. "So when you started fondling 
her breasts, you really got her worked up. I didn't know anything 
about it at the time; I couldn't see a thing.

"But I could tell something was up when you slipped inside of me. 
I didn't know what it was at the time, but I knew something had 
happened with you and your Mom. Then she told me that she wanted 
to suck you, that she couldn't wait to taste you. I asked if she 
was sure, and she said she was very sure.

"So we worked it out. She said she was going to swim out to the 
raft. We knew you'd recognize her voice. Then I swam out instead, 
and she came back to suck you off. You probably wouldn't have 
figured it out quickly either, if you hadn't put your hand on my 
leg on the raft."

I nodded, reluctantly admitting she was probably right. There 
were differences between the way Susan sucked me and the way Mom 
sucked me, but I wouldn't have thought of it at the time. Now, 
looking back, the differences were startlingly obvious.

"She enjoyed sucking you. She was telling me about it after you 
left to head up to the clubhouse. I could tell she was 
masturbating as she told me about it. It was dark but she was 
only a few feet away from me. I didn't tell her you touched my 
leg, and that you knew about our ruse. That's why I say you're 
both so lucky."

I blinked at her, uncomprehending.

"You got to do what I always wanted to do, but never had the 
courage."

We sat quietly for a while after that. I appreciated that she was 
letting me think. I was playing back in my mind everything that 
had happened to me in the past few days; more and more little 
things started clicking into place. Little things that didn't 
make sense at the time, but began to fit like pieces of a puzzle, 
neatly bringing the larger picture into focus.

"Are you okay with things?" she asked.

I nodded.

"You know neither you nor your mom did anything wrong?"

I nodded again, grinning unabashedly.

"Good."

She smiled at me and reached out to wrap her fingers around my 
erection. She gave me a smoldering look and licked her lips.

"You liked it when your mom went down on you?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Susan slid off the couch and maneuvered between my legs, never 
taking her hand off my dick. She began stroking my hard-on, 
looking up at me with a lust-filled expression.

"Tell me what you liked about it," she purred.

"She took me all the way," I hissed, intent on the waves of 
pleasure radiating from her touch, "into her throat."

"Mmmmm, I'll have to see if I can still deep throat. It just 
takes practice..."

That was the first time I'd ever heard the words "deep throat" 
used. At 15, I'd certainly never seen the movie Deep Throat. And 
in some ways, I'd led a fairly sheltered life. In others... Well, I 
was about to become intimately acquainted with what "deep throat" 
meant.

Susan bent forward and engulfed the head of my penis. She 
continued stroking me with her left hand while she swirled her 
tongue around the crown of my cock. Then she began licking up and 
down the length of my shaft, coating me with her slick saliva.

When she had my length coated, she took me into her mouth as deep 
as she could. When she clamped her lips around my shaft, only 
about two inches remained outside her mouth. She took a deep 
breath through her nose and opened her lips, forcing more of my 
cock into her mouth.

She clamped her lips down once more, about a half-inch further 
and breathed deeply. Once again, she opened her lips and forced 
more of my stiff member into her mouth. When she locked her lips 
around my girth this time, she squeezed her eyes shut tight and 
breathed through her nose.

I felt her move her tongue along the underside ridge of my penis 
then begin to withdraw. She let my dick pop completely out of her 
mouth and took a deep breath.

With her eyes still closed, she swallowed half my cock in one 
gulp. Then she pulled back, tossing her head side to side 
slightly and raking my cock against the smooth insides of her 
cheeks. She opened her lips and ran her tongue along the 
underside of my penis, taking me a little further.

She repeated the process, sucking me in then pulling me out, each 
time taking a little more of my dick in her mouth. Finally, she 
was taking almost all of me in her mouth. She locked her lips 
around me, with only about an inch remaining beyond her reach.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight and opened her lips. She forced 
her head down further, taking another half inch, and clamped her 
lips down around my shaft. She tried to stay there, but I felt 
her gag. She breathed through her nose and kept her lips locked 
around my manhood. Finally, however, she started to gag again and 
quickly withdrew my cock from her throat.

When she looked up at me, her eyes were bright with unshed tears. 
She smiled and kissed the tip of my cock.

"I'm fine," she said at my look of concern. "Just my gag reflex. 
It's been a long time since I tried to take anyone all the way. 
It's like riding a bike, I just need practice."

With that, she kissed the tip of my penis again and took me into 
her mouth once more. Bobbing her head up and down, rapidly 
stroking my length with her soft, wet mouth, I quickly reached 
the point of no return.

She felt my imminent release and pulled completely back, letting 
my cock pop out of her mouth. For a moment I almost panicked. At 
last, she grasped my dick, opened her mouth, and began to stroke 
me.

She rested the head of my cock on her lower lip and stroked the 
base until I began to spurt. I watched in fascination as white 
jets of my sperm shot into her mouth. The spurts turned to gushes 
and I watched my semen pooling in her waiting mouth.

I had never been so turned on in my young life. A beautiful woman 
was kneeling between my legs and stroking my erection, emptying 
my semen into her mouth. When the surges finally ceased, I could 
see she had quite a pool of my come on her tongue. Looking up at 
me with her beautiful blue eyes, she made sure that I was 
watching.

She closed her lips over the tip of my penis and milked my cock 
one final time. Then I saw her swallow my load, then swallow 
again. Finally, she opened her mouth and looked up at me, moving 
her tongue to the side to show me that she had swallowed all that 
I'd given her. She smiled up at me and kissed the tip of my 
slowly shrinking penis again.

"How about some breakfast?" she asked, practically purring at me.

-----

We had a lot to do to finish up the boxes in the garage. With the 
exception of a quick lunch break, we worked continuously until 
almost four o'clock. We both wanted to finish the job that day, 
and worked hard to accomplish our goal.

When the end was finally in sight and I had time to think, I 
began to worry. I had really enjoyed working with Susan. 
Obviously, I enjoyed her body tremendously, and I enjoyed how she 
made me feel.

But the thought of not spending any more time with her left me 
feeling... scared. It's hard to explain how I felt about Susan. She 
was a vitally important part of my life, one that I would never 
let go, at least in my heart.

But I didn't associate the things I normally associated with 
"love" with Susan. I simply couldn't imagine us getting married 
and having children.

For one thing, she'd already been married, and her children were 
older than me. For another, I was 23 years younger than her. And 
at 15, that's a pretty big divide. This wasn't some grade-school 
crush either. I knew that I wanted to protect her from harm. I 
wanted to make sure she was safe. Her happiness was very 
important to me, perhaps more important than my own happiness.

And at the core of my being was a fear. A dreadful, gnawing fear. 
I realized that it was the fear of rejection. I felt an almost 
unreasoning panic, wondering what I would do without her.

As I was thinking, I slowly realized that Susan was looking at 
me. She had stopped what she was doing and was simply looking at 
me, waiting for me to notice.

"You're quiet all of a sudden," she teased.

"Do you love me?!"

"What makes you ask that?"

"Do you?! Or is this all some game to you?!"

She stood, setting aside the contents of the box she'd been 
working on. She quickly walked over to where I was standing.

"Well?!"

Looking up at me, I could see that she was trying to decide how 
to answer me. Then her eyes softened and she smiled. I felt my 
belligerence drain out of me like water, and my stomach lurched.

"Yes, Paul. I love you very much." She reached up to touch my 
face and I felt my legs tremble. "But I'm not in love with you," 
she said, firmly but gently.

I sat down heavily on a box behind me. What did she mean she 
wasn't "in love with me?" She'd just said she was!

Susan stepped closer and took my head in both her hands. It was 
now I who was looking up at her.

"Do you understand the difference?"

I shook my head, ashamed to feel my eyes stinging and filling 
with tears.

She stepped closer and drew my head against the soft skin of her 
stomach, wrapping her arms around me.

"Oh, my Paul," she said, "so eager to be a man. I love you very 
much, Paul. Very, very much."

I looked up at her between her breasts, blinking back tears. "But 
you said..."

"I said I love you Paul, and I do. I love you as much as I love 
Kirk or Doug. But I'm not in love with you," she said, looking 
down at me.

"I don't understand."

"I loved my husband. I still do. And I was in love with him too."

I looked up at her uncomprehendingly.

"Do you love your mother?"

I nodded, confused.

"Are you in love with her? Do you want to spend the rest of your 
life with her?"
I shook my head.

"You're not in love with your mother. You love her, but you're 
not in love."

I still didn't understand, and worse yet, I suspected it would be 
a long time before I did.

"I love you, Paul. I love you very much," she said, smiling 
again. "I want you to grow up and be happy. I want you to meet a 
beautiful girl your own age and get married and have children."

I smiled through my welling tears, turned my face to the side, 
and hugged her tight.

"I will always be a part of your life, Paul, and you will always 
be a part of mine."

I tightened my grip on her hips and she simply held me to her, 
slowly stroking my hair.

I was confused, elated, and heartbroken, all at the same time. My 
emotions were like a swirling maelstrom. The only thing that was 
certain to me was that I did love her, and she loved me. I could 
sort out the rest when I had time to think about it. Later.

-----

We finished up the few boxes that remained and I turned to go.

"Do you want to shower here, before you go?"

I knew what she wanted. And a part of me wanted it too. But I 
shook my head. She stepped close to me, concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I've just got a lot to think about is all."

"You're sure?"

"Mmm hmm. I'll be okay."

She smiled at me, and opened her mouth to speak. Her thought died 
unspoken, however, and she reached her hand out to me.

I smiled, but didn't take it.

"I'm so sorry, Paul. I never meant to hurt you."

"You didn't. Or maybe you did. But I guess sometimes the truth 
hurts."

She pulled her hand back, and I could see tears welling up in her 
eyes.

"I love you," I said simply.

"I love you too, Paul, with all of my heart."

Her tears spilled over and formed tracks down her face as I 
turned to walk out of the garage.

The walk from her house to our cabin seemed to take hours.

-----

That night, at dinner, Mom knew something was up, but she was 
kind enough not to pry. I think she might've suspected, but she 
didn't say a word.

After dinner, Erin and her friends went off to play together. I 
couldn't find Manfred, Gina or Jenny either. So I decided to walk 
down to the lake by myself.

I was sitting in one of our lounge chairs, and had just watched 
the sun sink behind the ridge when I heard a soft footstep behind 
me. No one else was around the lake -- without the sun to warm 
you, the cold water was very cold indeed. I didn't turn as I 
heard someone slip into the chair beside me.

"Want some company?" It was Mom.

I shrugged.

Mom sat with me in silence.

After perhaps five minutes, she asked, "Do you want to talk about 
it?"

I shook my head.

She reached over and covered my hand with hers, squeezing gently. 
I don't know why, but her touch was very reassuring.

Finally, she patted my hand and quietly got up, realizing I just 
wanted to be alone.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, honey. Come back up whenever you're ready."

I don't know how long I sat there thinking about what Susan had 
said. I replayed the conversation in my mind over and over.

I knew I loved Susan. And I believed her when she said she loved 
me, I could see it in her eyes. But I didn't know what she meant 
when she said she wasn't in love with me.

I tried to wrap my mind around the idea. If you loved someone, 
were you in love with them? I thought about what she'd said about 
Mom. Of course I loved Mom. But I didn't want to spend the rest 
of my life with Mom; not like husband and wife.

I slowly began to realize what she'd been talking about. I think. 
I could clearly tell that she cared for me, wanted me to be 
happy, and enjoyed my company. She loved me. Just like she said.

I may have been confused and a little heartsick, but I wasn't 
stupid. I slowly began to realize what she had meant when she 
said she wasn't in love with me. Susan loved her dead husband, 
she loved her sons, and she loved me. But of all the men in her 
life, she was only in love with her husband.

I wasn't entirely clear on the differences, subtle or great, but 
at least I was a little bit happier than I'd been earlier. The 
gnawing fear was still there, a little, but had receded quite a 
bit. I thought about the look in her eyes as I had turned to walk 
out of the garage. The look of love and pain.

I had thought at the time that she was upset at me. But as I sat 
in the chair, listening to the crickets, I realized that she was 
upset because she knew she had hurt me. And then I realized how I 
must have hurt her, walking away the way I did, clearly upset and 
confused.

I knew she had wanted to comfort me, but she knew I would have to 
work things out for myself. So she had let me go. I wondered what 
kind of courage that took, and I was ashamed.

-----

I don't know how much longer I sat on the shore of the lake, lost 
in thought. But the sun had set fully and the stars were coming 
out. No one else had come down to the lake to interrupt my 
thoughts.

I knew I needed to say something to Susan, to apologize, to let 
her know I was okay. It just took me a while to work up the 
courage.

Finally, I resolved myself to facing her and started up the hill 
to her house.

I walked into the entrance to the courtyard and stopped. There 
were candles burning on the wrought-iron table. With a start, I 
realized that Susan was sitting at the table, and that someone 
was with her! I started to mumble my apologies and quickly turned 
to go.

"Paul, wait."

I froze. It was my mom's voice.

I turned around slowly as the two women rose.

"Are you okay, honey?" Mom asked.

I nodded. I saw Susan, in the ruddy glow of the candles, 
nervously wring her hands.

"I just had a lot of thinking to do."

"I know," she said.

"You're welcome to join us," Susan said tentatively.

I looked at Mom. She smiled softly and nodded.

As I took a few reluctant steps towards the glow of the candles, 
I saw that Susan's eyes were puffy, and that she had been crying. 
My heart ached seeing her, and I felt doubly ashamed for how I'd 
acted.

Mom came up and took my hand, leading me back to the table. She 
stood on tip-toes and kissed my cheek.

"Have a seat," she said to me, then turned to Susan. "I'll go 
inside and get another wine glass."

They had been sharing a bottle of wine when I arrived.

I sat down, but I couldn't bring my eyes to look at Susan.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Me too. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. But I owed 
you the truth."

I nodded somberly. "I understand."

"Do you?"

"I think so. Yeah, kinda." I looked up at her and smiled wanly.

"Does this change things? Between us?"

"Do you want it to?" I asked, my thoughts suddenly filled with 
panic that I tried to keep out of my voice.

"No," she said quietly. "Not if you don't want it to."

"I don't."

"Thank you."

About then, we heard the kitchen door open. Both of us watched as 
Mom came out of the kitchen holding another wine glass. She set 
it in front of me and poured about a third of a glass.

I stared at it, then up at her. She refilled Susan's glass, then 
her own. Finally, she sat down. Mom and Dad would let Erin and me 
taste their wine at restaurants, or an home, but this was the 
first time that I'd had a glass of my own. I turned to look at 
Mom, questions filling my expression.

"It's okay, honey. You're old enough now."

I looked at the wine glass in front of me, and the golden liquid 
reflecting the candle light. Tentatively, I reached out and 
touched the glass. It was cool on my fingertips as I emulated how 
I'd seen my parents lift their glasses. Mom and Susan lifted 
their own glasses.

"To good friends," Mom said, raising her glass.

She and Susan shared a look that I couldn't begin to understand, 
and we all raised our glasses and drank.

After we had finished the wine, Mom asked if I would walk her 
home. But before we left, she had to go to the bathroom. When she 
went inside, Susan and I had the courtyard to ourselves.

She came up to me and looked into my eyes. I looked back, unsure 
of how to react. She stepped close and put her arms under mine, 
hugging me close. I felt the heat of her skin pressing against 
me, and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tight.

We stood like that for almost a minute, before she loosened her 
grip and stepped back. When she looked up at me, she blinked back 
tears.

"Thank you," she said, her voice husky with emotion.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I merely smiled and nodded. 
Evidently, it was enough for her, and her answering smile filled 
me with joy.

We stood in silence a few moments longer before Mom returned from 
the bathroom. She kissed Susan on the cheek and thanked her for 
the wine. Finally, she linked her arm through mine and we walked 
into the night.

-----

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 quiet 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 made had 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 tip-toes 
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.

-----

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next morning, I woke up later than usual. So late, in fact, 
that Erin had already left the cabin. When I peered over the side 
of the top bunk, I saw that Mom had also just woken up. She was 
farther along than I was, but still sleepy-eyed.

"G'morning, sweat pea."

"Morning, Mom."

"Did you sleep okay?"

I nodded. "You?"

She smiled, yawned, and stretched, then nodded slowly. "I think I 
had a little too much wine last night, though," she said with a 
rueful grin.

My stomach dropped. I quickly wondered if she even remembered all 
that had happened. What if she didn't remember? What if she did 
remember, but she was mad at me? What if...? A million different 
thoughts lashed at my brain, none of them good. I ruthlessly 
suppressed my rising panic.

"C'mon sleepy head. Time to get up," she said, heading for the 
bathroom.

When she came out again, I was still in bed. I had a morning 
erection, and just watching her body as she walked out of the 
bathroom made it swell.

"What's keeping you? Are you feeling okay?" she asked, worry 
creeping into her voice.

I nodded, smiling, and decided that a morning erection probably 
wasn't going to startle Mom. Not at this point.

As I climbed down the ladder, my stiff penis bobbed in front of 
me. When Mom saw my hard-on, she raised her eyebrows and then 
looked up at me. I merely shrugged; she laughed, shaking her 
head.

I walked past her into the bathroom as she began brushing her 
hair. I brushed my teeth and then combed my hair. When I was 
done, my erection had subsided to the point where I could pee.

"Paul," Mom said seriously, when I came out of the bathroom, "we 
need to talk about last night."

Panic threatened to overwhelm me again and I stared at her, mouth 
suddenly dry.

"It's okay," she said gently, "I'm not mad or anything. We just 
need to talk about it."

She patted the bed next to her and I reluctantly shuffled towards 
her. She smiled as I sat down next to her. I was acutely aware of 
her body as she turned towards me to speak.

"What we did..." she started. "What we did wasn't... wrong, exactly, 
but a lot of people might not understand it." She took a deep 
breath and sighed. "I don't know if I understand it myself," she 
said quietly. "Mothers and sons aren't supposed to have sex."

"Why not?" I interrupted her.

"I don't know why not, and I can't come up with a really good 
reason. I guess it has to do with birth defects or religion... or 
both. But it's not supposed to happen."

I looked at her, suddenly blinking back tears. Panic at the 
thought of her rejecting me threatened to overwhelm me.

"Ohhh, it's okay, honey," she said. "I know, it's already 
happened with us. And it's my fault. I shouldn't have let it 
happen, but I just... I don't know what happened, Paul. I'd like to 
think that I had too much to drink. But I'm too honest with 
myself to believe that. I know that alcohol doesn't make you do 
things you weren't thinking about in the first place."

"You didn't like it?"

"Oh, honey, I liked it a lot. Too much. It's just that..." She 
stopped, searching for a way to express herself. "Well, what's in 
the past is in the past," she said with finality. "There's 
nothing we can do about what happened. We just need to make sure 
it doesn't happen again. Can you do that for me, honey?"

"What if I don't want to? I want it to happen again. I liked it."

"I did too, Paul. I really did. But we can't... I can't... let it 
happen again. Do you understand why?"

"No."

"Someday, you will."

"No, I won't. I love you."

"I love you too, Paul. But we can't do what... We can't have sex 
again."

"But what if that's not what I want?"

"I'm sorry, Paul, but that's the way it has to be." She put her 
arm around me. "Please, Paul, it has to be this way." She looked 
at me, holding my eyes with hers. I could see the pleading and 
the love in them. "For me," she said softly.

I shrugged, and she squeezed me tight, laying her face on my 
shoulder.

"I love you, Paul," she whispered.

"I love you too, Mom."

-----

While Mom and I were fixing breakfast, Susan came into the 
clubhouse. She walked over to talk to us and then we all sat down 
at one of the tables.

"How're you feeling today, Beth?"

"A little delicate. You?"

"The same."

The two women smiled ruefully at each other.

"Next time, one bottle of wine," Susan said.

"Definitely."

"How are you doing this morning, Paul?"

"Me? I'm fine."

"I'll bet you are," Susan said, chuckling. "I hope you two had a 
good time last night."

"We did," Mom said before I could answer. "And Paul and I have 
already had a talk about it. We both enjoyed ourselves, but it 
won't happen again."

"Are you sure?" Susan asked.

Mom nodded firmly. I just shrugged. I still wasn't convinced that 
Mom's reasons were any good. But what could I do?

"Okay, then," Susan said abruptly, changing the subject. "Paul 
and I have to head to town today to pick up the fiberglass roof 
panels. They should be in by now. Dwight wanted to start on them 
tomorrow," she said, turning to me. "He says you two work well as 
a team."

I blushed deeply and almost choked on my Fruit Loops.

"What's he talking about, Paul?" Susan asked.

"I helped him make his barbeque sauce yesterday morning," I half-
lied.

"Ah. Good. Anyway," she said, looking at me sidelong, "he says it 
should only take a couple of hours, if that, and I'll have a roof 
on my back patio again."

"That's wonderful," Mom said. "What time do you need to leave for 
town?"

"About half past noon. I'll feed Paul lunch, if you'd like."

"Paul?" Mom asked, turning to me.

"Fine with me."

"Okay, then, see you at noon."

With that, Susan got up and headed out the front door of the 
clubhouse.

-----

I spent most of the morning with Gina, Manfred and Jenny. Manfred 
and Jenny weren't too annoying to be around, and we all had fun 
in the lake. The girls floated on inflatable rafts and Manfred 
and I towed them around, when we weren't simply goofing off, that 
is. After a while, Gina and Jenny simply held their rafts 
together and let us swim around and generally act like 15-year-
olds.

By midmorning, I was waterlogged and thoroughly cold. I bid my 
friends farewell and headed up to our cabin to collect my 
clothes. I decided to shower at the cabin, and then go ahead and 
get dressed before I went to Susan's.

When I arrived at Susan's, I was a little early. I had to knock 
on the kitchen door twice before she opened it. As usual, she 
wasn't wearing her bikini bottoms around the house.

"Sorry, I was paying bills in the office. I didn't expect you 
this early. C'mon in."

I stepped into the cool of the kitchen and she shut the door 
behind me.

"Have you showered?" she asked, turned to look at me. "Yeah, I 
guess you have. Too bad..."

"Sorry."

"No problem, c'mon back to the bedroom. You can talk to me while 
I shower, and then you can help me pick out what I'm going to 
wear. We can make a quick lunch, and then we'll be on our way."

-----

"Are you excited?" Susan asked as I got back in the car after 
locking the camp gate.

I thought about it for a second, then nodded. I was definitely 
looking forward to seeing Stacy again. I didn't know what would 
happen, but it should be fun!

"Me too."

I looked over at Susan as she drove. The outfit we'd picked out 
was fairly simple. She wore her strappy sandals, a light blue 
gauzy skirt, and a tight white shirt with short sleeves and a 
scoop neck. No panties, no bra. Her shirt was so tight and thin 
that in direct sunlight I could easily see her nipples. Even in 
dimmer light, her nipples poked through and were clearly visible.

As I looked at her, I felt my penis stiffen. Not into a full-
blown erection, but into a comfortable state of semi-hardness. I 
also worked up the courage to ask her what I'd been dying to talk 
about the entire drive.

"Susan?"

"Yes?"

"Um... well..."

"What is it, Paul? There's no need to be shy around me. 
Especially now," she said with a smile.

"Well, there's something that Stacy did to you last time we were 
there."

"Mmm hmm."

"That I was kinda thinking about maybe trying."

"Mmm hmm." She gestured for me to continue.

"Maybe Stacy could teach me to... um... er... I mean, do you think 
Stacy could teach me how to go down on a girl?"

"Mmmmm, yes," Susan said, her eyes bright. "I think she could do 
that."

I could tell that Susan had really enjoyed whatever Stacy had 
done, and I made a mental note that I'd like to be able to make 
her feel like that too. The few close-up looks that I'd had of 
her pussy had fascinated me, and I was eager to learn more about 
how her body worked.

After that, the rest of the drive to town was relatively 
uneventful. We chatted about mostly mundane things; the whole 
time, however, I was thinking about Stacy, and my excitement 
built.

We pulled into the Winn Dixie parking lot a few minutes before 
two o'clock. Stacy was waiting for us, carrying a gym bag. As she 
got in the car, she threw it across the back seat and then 
closely followed it, shutting the door behind her..

"I was so worried that you wouldn't be here," Stacy said 
breathlessly.

Susan smiled indulgently. I turned in the seat to hook my arm 
over the head rest so I could talk to Stacy, who was sitting 
almost directly behind me.

"Could you pull away from the store, out on the edge of the 
parking lot somewhere? Just for a second?"

"Sure," Susan answered. "What's up?"

"I want to change clothes before we go to the hardware store. I 
think I'm ready to try a little showing off in public."

Susan parked the car in the middle of the lot, away from any 
other cars. I watched, fascinated, as Stacy unzipped her gym bag. 
She took out some clothes and a small zipper bag. Then she 
systematically removed all her work clothes. She wasn't the least 
bit shy about stripping off her clothes in front of me. She even 
looked up and smiled, enjoying putting on a show for me. Her 
body, if possible, was even better than I remembered -- thin and 
lithe, with firm breasts and little pink cone-shaped nipples.

Once she had her work clothes off, she stuffed them into the gym 
bag and opened the smaller zipper bag. She pulled out a compact 
and opened it to scrutinize her face. I hadn't noticed her 
wearing make-up the last time I'd seen her, although in 
retrospect, I suppose she had been. Her make-up was understated, 
and actually made her look better instead of covering up. She 
studied herself in the small compact mirror and decided she 
looked okay.

Stacy separated the two pieces of clothing she'd pulled from the 
gym bag. Susan had also turned in her seat to watch, and suddenly 
Stacy looked up at us and grinned infectiously.

"I brought the cut-off overalls."

"I like those," I said.

"I thought you would," she said, grinning.

She lifted a red t-shirt and held it up so we could see. It had 
been cut off at about the midriff. Stacy put her arms through and 
then pulled it over her head. When she tugged it down and put her 
arms at her sides, it didn't quite cover the bottom curve of her 
breasts.

"It took me three tries to get it cut right," she said, examining 
the shirt. "First, I cut it way too long. And then I cut it much 
shorter, but when I moved, you couldn't see enough. Finally, 
this!" she said with a flourish.

She lifted her arms and folded them behind her head, closing her 
eyes and arching her back in a stretch. The shirt lifted to 
reveal the entire underside of her breasts. I almost chuckled at 
the sight of her, wearing only an abbreviated red t-shirt, nude 
from practically the nipples down.

When she opened her eyes and lowered her arms, she was grinning. 
I looked at Susan, and she was grinning as well.

"Very nice," Susan said.

I nodded enthusiastically.

Stacy pulled on her cut-off overalls and began buckling the bib.

"Remember," Susan said, "the key is to make it look like it's an 
accident, like you didn't mean to expose yourself."

Stacy nodded. "I'm not brave enough to go out without the shirt 
yet. I thought I'd try this first. Besides," she said pulling the 
leg of the overalls to the side, "these're big enough that 
somebody should be able to catch a glimpse, if I want 'em to."

As she pulled the leg of the overalls to the side, I could see 
all the way up her inner thigh right to her brown pubic hair.

She finished off her outfit with a pair of sandals and then 
tugged her skimpy t-shirt into place.

"Voila!" she said with another flourish.

"Very nice," Susan said appreciatively. "Ready to hit the 
hardware store?"

"Like a tornado!"

-----

At McMaster's Hardware, Susan quickly found Mike, the owner's 
son, and asked about our fiberglass panels.

He was polite about it, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Susan's 
nipples. She practically beamed as he offered to help her load 
the panels in the back of the station wagon.

Stacy grabbed my hand and pulled me to the garden section in the 
back of the store.

"Hello, Stacy," an older man said as we stepped out onto the 
large covered patio.

"Hiya, Mr. McMasters," Stacy said cheerfully. "This is my friend 
Paul."

I stepped forward to shake his work-callused hand and we traded 
greetings.

"What can I do for you today?" he asked, his eyes roaming over 
all her exposed skin. I hid my grin as she flirted shamelessly 
with him.

"I was thinking about some of the mixed seeds you have, and maybe 
some of the smaller pots," she said, pointing to a top shelf 
where the smaller pots were stored.

As she did so, her shirt predictably rode up, and I saw the older 
man's eyes open wider as the entire bottom curve of her right 
breast was revealed. The thing she hadn't counted on, however, 
was the bib strap. The strap trapped the fabric of the t-shirt 
and caused it to bunch as she lowered her arm. The denim of the 
overalls simply grabbed the cotton of the t-shirt better than the 
smooth skin of her breast did.

I smothered another grin.

Mr. McMasters' gaze had not followed her arm as she pointed, 
being riveted to her partially exposed breast, and he belatedly 
looked up. He had started to sweat, and took out a red bandana to 
wipe his brow. From her right side, he could see the entire 
enticing curve of her breast.

"Just let me get the step ladder and we'll see what we can do for 
you," he said.

In a moment, he returned with an aluminum step ladder and set it 
up. As he looked up to make sure he'd set it up in the right 
place, Stacy poked me in the ribs, gesturing at me with her eyes. 
She wanted me to climb up and get the pots and seeds.

No problem. What did I care?

"Here, Mr. McMasters, why don't you let me climb up there and get 
'em?"

"Why, thank you, son," he said, stepping back.

 From the top of the step ladder, I reached for the small pots.

"Four please," Stacy said up to me.

I obediently stacked four of the small pots on top of the tray 
containing packets of mixed seeds and slid it off the shelf. 
Instead of letting me simply climb down with the tray, Stacy 
reached up with both hands to take it from me. One glance at poor 
old Mr. McMasters told me why she'd done it.

With both her arms in the air, her cropped t-shirt had ridden up 
until only her nipples were hidden, just as she'd planned. With a 
smirk, I held the tray just out of her reach, enjoying the 
expression on the old man's face as he took in the sight before 
him. Finally, I lowered the tray to where she could reach it. I 
climbed down as Mr. McMasters once again whipped out his bandana 
and wiped his neck and brow.

"Thanks, Paul," Stacy said.

"No problem."

When I reached the bottom rung, I could appreciate why the old 
man was so interested. When she had raised both hands, Stacy's 
crop-top had ridden up and been trapped by the bib straps. Only 
her nipples were hidden by the buckles of the straps. The outer 
curves of both her breasts were clearly visible.

She took the four small pots off the seed tray and picked out 
several packets of mixed seeds. Then she handed the pots to Mr. 
McMasters to hold and gestured for me to climb back up the step 
ladder. Once at the top step, she reached up to hand me the tray. 
She stretched far higher than she had to, however, getting the 
tray well over her head. I could have just as easily reached down 
to lift it, but I was enjoying watching her put on her show.

As she extended her arms to hand me the tray, she twisted a 
little, and I could tell from the look on her face that something 
unexpected had happened. I looked down and could clearly see that 
her right breast was almost fully exposed, puffy nipple clearly 
visible. Poor old Mr. McMasters nearly dropped the flower pots he 
was holding, bobbling them and only catching them at the last 
instant.

With a grin, I took the tray from her and slid it back on the top 
shelf. When I climbed down, she had straightened her t-shirt and 
was blushing furiously. Mr. McMasters was even more flustered 
than Stacy, and had turned as red as his bandana.

"Thank you, Paul," she said. "I think this is all I need today, 
Mr. McMasters. Thanks again."

"Any time, Stacy," he said, whipping out the bandana once again.

When we reached the front register to pay for the flower pots and 
seeds, Susan was waiting for us. She was listening to Mike 
McMasters talk about something, but I didn't catch what.

When we came up, she shot us an amused expression. The son rang 
up Stacy's purchases and with a wave, we headed out to the car.

On the way to Stacy's trailer, she recounted the entire episode 
to Susan, who listened with a wry grin of amusement.

"Sounds like you had fun."

"Yeah! Right up until my entire tit popped out!" she said, 
blushing.

"You shoulda seen the look on poor old McMasters' face. He turned 
about as red as his bandana!" I said.

"Wow!" Stacy exclaimed. "It was fun, though. And really 
exciting."

As we entered the trailer park, Stacy spoke up from the back 
seat.

"You know what I wanna do?"

"What?" Susan asked, looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

"I wanna take my clothes off in the car and then leave 'em off as 
I go inside!"

Stacy's was the last trailer on the row, with only one trailer 
opposite hers, so there was little danger of her being seen. But 
it still sounded exciting.

"That sounds like a great idea," Susan said, "I think I will 
too."

I could feel both women looking at me. I caved.

"Yeah, me too," I said.

We pulled up to the trailer and Susan turned off the car. She 
lifted her hips and pulled her skirt over her legs. With grins 
all around, we quickly stripped off our clothes.

"Put your clothes in the gym bag," I said to Stacy over the seat, 
"and hand it here. We'll stuff our clothes inside too, and I'll 
carry the bag."

Stacy looked delicious sitting in the back seat wearing only her 
sandals and a smile. She quickly stuffed her clothes, as well as 
the flower pots, in the bag and handed it forward. I took Susan's 
clothes and stuffed them with my own into the bag, zipping it up 
when I was done.

"Ready?" asked Susan.

"Ready," Stacy and I chorused.

As one, the three of us opened our doors and casually walked 
towards the door of the trailer. When we got there, Stacy turned 
around in a panic.

"My keys! They're in my overalls."

I grimaced and opened the gym bag. I rummaged around inside and 
eventually found the pocket with her house keys. She was clearly 
flustered by standing outside her trailer with no clothes on, but 
Susan looked amused. There was nothing I could really do except 
look for the keys, so I didn't worry about it. For some unknown 
reason, I was unconcerned. If someone saw us, they saw us.

When I handed her the keys, Stacy hastily opened the door and 
bolted inside. Susan calmly followed and I brought up the rear.

"Wow!" Stacy exclaimed as soon as the door was shut. "Thank you 
for doing it with me," she said excitedly.

She threw her arms around Susan and hugged her. Just as quickly 
she released Susan and wrapped her arms around me. I had just 
enough time to drop the gym bag with our clothes before she 
reached me. I wrapped my arms around her and she hugged me tight.

Feeling her nude body against mine, my penis quickly filled with 
blood. I felt it press against her soft skin and I could tell by 
the way she clutched me tighter that she felt it too.

When she released me, she looked down between us to where my 
springy erection was pressed against her stomach. Then she smiled 
up at me and wiggled her hips.

"I got so hot and wet in the hardware store," she said, her arms 
still around my neck.

She reached between us and grasped my erection, then began 
rubbing it against her pussy. Her pubic hair scraped a little at 
first, but then her labia separated and I felt her warm wetness. 
She was practically dripping. She closed her eyes and bit her lip 
as she rubbed the head of my erection across the sensitive folds 
of her vulva.

Susan moved quietly behind Stacy and wrapped her arms around the 
younger woman. She began to caress Stacy's very erect, very puffy 
nipples. Stacy moaned in pleasure and leaned back into Susan, 
still rubbing her pussy with my dick.

Stacy's eyes opened and with a lustful look, she slowly sank to 
her knees in front of me. Susan sank with her, never removing her 
hands from Stacy's breasts. Her hand still on my erection, Stacy 
stroked me a few times and then opened her mouth.

She could only take a few inches of my dick in her mouth, but it 
was enough. She stroked the base of my erection while she sucked 
and licked the head. She bobbed her head in time with her 
stroking and I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations she was 
creating in my dick.

I felt her move and looked down at the two women kneeling at my 
feet. Stacy pulled my dick from her mouth and leaned back into 
Susan.

"Let me suck him off," Susan said in a husky whisper. "Then he'll 
last longer the second time."

Stacy nodded hastily and the two of them switched positions. 
Stacy watched in fascination as Susan attempted to swallow my 
entire penis. She almost succeeded. She started off taking me 
very deep, leaving only a couple of inches outside her mouth. 
Each time she bobbed her head, she'd take me a little deeper.

Stacy shifted around to cup and caress Susan's breasts, obviously 
enjoying watching her suck my dick. Susan moaned and the 
vibration in her mouth made my cock swell. She impaled herself on 
my erection once again, this time taking me so deep that her nose 
brushed my wiry pubic hair.

She clamped her lips around my erection and paused. Then she 
opened her lips and slowly took more of my cock in her mouth. I 
felt the head of my dick in the back of her throat as she clamped 
her lips around the base and breathed through her nose. I was in 
heaven as she shut her eyes tightly and moved her tongue against 
the underside of my penis.

She slowly withdrew her lips from my shaft, letting me pop 
completely out of her mouth. She took a deep breath and licked 
the head, smiling me. Gripping the base of my saliva-slick shaft 
with her right hand, she took me into her mouth again.

She took me deep and wrapped her lips around my shaft, taking a 
breath in preparation for sliding my cock all the way into her 
throat. Once again, she opened her lips and slowly, exquisitely 
swallowed the remaining inch. Breathing heavily through her nose, 
she simply held me in her mouth, her lower lip pressed firmly 
against my balls. As she withdrew my member from the warmth and 
wetness of her mouth, she massaged me with her tongue.

Stacy was watching in amazement as Susan took my length deep into 
her throat. Smiling up at me, Susan licked the crown of my dick 
and stroked my slick shaft with her thumb and forefinger. She 
then wrapped her lips around my glans and began to pump my dick 
with her hand.

She swirled her tongue around the tip as she stroked me towards 
my impending orgasm. With a rush, I felt my come boiling up 
through the shaft of my dick. Susan felt it too and began to pump 
harder. My semen spurted into her mouth and a look of ecstasy 
washed over her face. She pumped my cock and swallowed as I 
ejaculated. Pump and swallow, pump and swallow.

When I finished spurting my seed into her waiting mouth, she 
released her lip-lock and smiled up at me. With her right hand, 
she stroked my slick penis, milking the last drops from my shaft.

I looked down dreamily and saw that Stacy had dropped one hand 
from Susan's breasts and was busily rubbing her smooth pussy.

Stacy withdrew her hand from Susan and looked up at me.

"Let's go back to my bedroom," she said.

I swallowed and nodded, helping them both to their feet.

-----

Stacy's bedroom was a small, tidy room, dominated by her queen-
sized bed.

Without words, Stacy directed Susan to the head of the bed. She 
then crawled on the bed herself, spreading Susan's legs as she 
moved forward. Susan bent her knees and spread her legs wide to 
accommodate the younger woman. I marveled at the sight of Susan's 
smooth pussy lips spreading open to reveal her inner parts.

"Stacy?" I asked hesitantly.

"Hmm?" she said, turning to look at me, as if seeing me for the 
first time.

"Will you... Will you show me how to go down on a woman?"

Stacy looked up at Susan from between her legs. "Do you mind?"

Susan licked her lips and shook her head.

Stacy smiled and nodded, scooting to the side and gesturing for 
me to lay down next to her. Then she scooted the rest of the way 
forward until her face was nearly touching Susan. I was a little 
to the side, but I had an incredible view of Susan's pussy.

I was amazed. Her normally smooth, pale pussy lips were pinkish-
red and swollen. The folds of her inner lips were just peeking 
out, topped by the hood where the inner lips came together at the 
top of her slit.

Stacy licked the tip of her index finger and looked at me.

"Always make sure your finger is wet if you touch a woman's 
pussy," she said, setting the tip of her index finger at the 
bottom of Susan's opening. "You can get it wet with her juices, 
if you want," she said, moving her index finger in small circles, 
"but a pussy is tender, so you don't want to scrape her with 
rough, dry fingers."

I nodded and watch raptly as she slowly inserted her finger into 
Susan, up to the second knuckle.

"Have you ever seen a pussy this close up?" Stacy asked, a 
twinkle in her eye.

I nodded. Then I shook my head. At the helpless and confused look 
on my face, Stacy laughed brightly. With a pained expression, I 
looked up at Susan.

"You wanted to do this," she said. She smiled, taking the bite 
out of her words.

I looked back to Stacy, who grinned at me and returned her 
attention to Susan. Stacy gently thrust her index finger back and 
forth in Susan's pussy, and when she withdrew it completely, it 
was slick with moisture.

Stacy shifted a bit and brought her left hand up to Susan's 
pussy. With her thumb and index finger on either side of Susan's 
slit, she gently opened her outer lips. She ran her right 
forefinger up the seam of Susan's inner lips to the folds of the 
hood. Moving her left hand slightly, Stacy slowly pulled the 
folds of the hood back and revealed more of Susan's pussy to me.

"See that little pink berry there?" Stacy asked, pointing with 
her right forefinger.

I nodded.

"That's her clit. It's like the head of your dick, only much more 
sensitive. And it's the secret to getting a woman off. But the 
real trick is not to touch it directly. Or not much. Rub the base 
of it through the folds of the inner lips here," she said, 
indicating with her left hand. Susan moaned appreciatively.

"Like your dick," Stacy said, "her clit will get erect when she's 
excited. Sometimes it'll peek out of its little hood. If it does, 
put your lips around it and gently flick it with your tongue."

Stacy stuck her right forefinger back into Susan's pussy and let 
the outer lips relax back against the hood covering her clit. 
Then Stacy slowly thrust her finger back and forth, once again 
coating it with Susan's lubricating juices.

"Also, the crease between her inner and outer lips is real 
sensitive," Stacy said, running her slick finger up between 
Susan's lips. Susan shuddered and drew a deep breath. Stacy 
smiled and then looked at me. "When you first start, before you 
really get her going, run your tongue between her inner and outer 
lips, flicking the side of her clit at the top. She'll love it."

"Also, most of the skin around her pussy is sensitive too, don't 
spend all your time on her lips and clit. Kiss her where her leg 
joins her pussy. Kiss her inner thighs. Kiss her pussy. Run your 
tongue lightly over her slit. Give her clit a flick at the top, 
run your tongue in a circle around it. Tease her."

"Now give me your hand," Stacy said.

I obeyed and she turned it palm up. She folded my fingers back, 
leaving my index finger extended.

"Now this is just about as important as the other stuff," she 
said seriously. "Slide you finger in, gently. She's wet, but not 
dripping yet."

I did as I was told, marveling at how slick and tight Susan's 
pussy was. I was amazed that it expanded enough to engulf my 
dick. I wasn't the size of Dwight, but my dick was quite a bit 
larger than my finger. I paused when the second knuckle 
disappeared in Susan's pussy.

"Keep going, all the way in."

I obeyed.

"Now crook the end of your finger."

I did and Susan gasped.

"That little spot is real sensitive. Feel how it's kinda like a 
little hollow back there? You can feel the little recess?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

"That little spot is almost as important as her clit. You can 
stick your finger up there and lick her clit, and she'll shoot 
over the moon," Stacy said with a smile. "Now, pull your finger 
out slowly. Feel the ridges on her pussy walls, real little 
ridges?"

"Yeah!"

"Only the first part of a pussy has a lot of nerves. The rest of 
it is there so you have somewhere to keep shoving your dick," she 
said, smiling at me. "The first couple of inches is for a woman, 
everything past that is for a man. If you wanna make a woman feel 
really good, make sure you pay attention to those first couple of 
inches."

I nodded seriously.

"And the last really important part is this; it's easy for a guy 
to start whenever he wants, take a break, and then get going 
again. With a woman, it's one long ride from beginning to orgasm. 
It's longer, slower, and better. So if you wanna take a break, 
make sure that you don't make her take a break too. Unless you 
wanna start from scratch.

"Oh yeah, make sure you tell a woman how nice they look, and ask 
what feels good. You talk to a woman, and she'll eventually tell 
you everything that makes her feel good. She may not tell you 
with words though, so pay attention to how she reacts. Her 
body'll tell you what it likes, you just make sure you're paying 
attention."

The whole time she'd been talking, Stacy had been rubbing her 
left thumb in little circles at the top of Susan's slit, 
caressing the base of her clit. I looked up and Susan had her 
eyes closed and was biting her lip, breathing heavily through her 
nose.

"Now, you watch while I have some fun," Stacy said.

I nodded and she turned back to face Susan's pussy. I was amazed 
at the complexity of it all. I knew I wanted to learn how to 
please a woman, and I decided that if I liked having my dick 
sucked, then I should learn to go down on a woman as well. Not 
only did it seem fair, it seemed like a lot of fun as well.

I quickly shifted my attention back to Stacy as she flicked her 
tongue out and licked from the bottom to the top of Susan's slit. 
With her right hand, she gently spread Susan's outer lips and ran 
her tongue up the divide between the inner and outer lips. She 
repeated the maneuver on the other side, and Susan shuddered in 
pleasure.

Stacy kept her left thumb working in circles at the top of 
Susan's pussy and began to flick her tongue into and out of the 
opening in the inner lips. Then she licked from bottom to top 
once again, using more pressure with her tongue, in order to part 
the inner lips.

"God, but you've got a beautiful pussy," Stacy said softly.

"Mmmmm," was all the Susan managed in reply, as Stacy began 
flicking her tongue in earnest.

I was entranced by how gently Stacy would manipulate Susan's 
smooth pussy and at each reaction that Susan had. Stacy continued 
licking Susan's inner lips, flicking her tongue up under the 
folds of the hood to caress her clit. Then Stacy put her entire 
mouth on Susan's pussy and I thought I could see her tongue 
moving over the tender flesh.

I looked up and Susan was breathing deeper, her face and chest 
flushed. Stacy stuck first one, then two fingers into Susan's 
pussy and began to slowly pump them back and forth. I watched in 
amazement as the inner lips slowly turned darker and spread out 
like the petals of a flower opening in bloom. It was like nothing 
I'd ever seen before, and I was mesmerized.

I watched, enraptured, for several minutes as Stacy licked, 
flicked, and probed Susan's pussy. Her outer lips were now 
swollen and dark pink, and the inner lips had gone from a pale 
pink to a much darker shade. They seemed to have flared out and 
gotten fleshier too. Susan's entire pussy was by now covered in a 
slick coating of saliva and her own juices. Susan was whimpering 
softly and had begun to buck her hips up at Stacy's teasing 
tongue.

All of a sudden, Stacy pulled away from Susan's pussy and looked 
at me. "Fuck me, please," she said in a husky voice, still 
probing Susan with her fingers. "Do it real slow. But don't come 
in me. Okay?"

I blinked at the apparent non sequitur; when I nodded, she 
quickly returned to Susan's pussy.

I climbed to the edge of the bed and rose on my knees. I don't 
know how long I stayed like that, looking down at the bewitching 
sight before me. Susan was leaning back against the pillows at 
the head of the bed. She had her knees up and spread wide, and 
her hands were caressing her breasts, rubbing her nipples gently 
under her palms. Stacy's lithe, nude body was pointed like an 
arrow at Susan's pussy, her head making little circles as she 
licked and sucked.

The spell was broken when I heard Stacy's urgent moan and I 
looked down to see her humping her hips into the bed. I looked 
down at her in wonder. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could 
easily see her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.

I moved so that I straddled her them and began rubbing her pussy 
lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet and I easily slipped 
two fingers inside her. With my right hand, I aimed the tip of my 
penis at her exposed pussy. I placed one hand on the small of her 
back for balance and began to slowly thrust my hips forward. The 
heat of her pussy washed over my penis as I penetrated her thatch 
of pubic hair. I continued thrusting my hips forward and soon 
felt the head of my dick spread her pussy lips and enter her.

Once I knew that I was on target, so to speak, I put both my 
hands on her hips and slowly pushed myself into her. Her pussy 
was as hot and tight as I remembered, and she moaned as I sank my 
length into her.

When I looked up, Susan was looking at me. Her eyelids were half 
drooping, and she had a languid smile on her face. I returned the 
smile as she suddenly fluttered her eyelids and closed them 
tightly, rolling her head from side to side and moaning. She 
removed her hands from her breasts and put them on Stacy's head. 
As Susan began to buck her hips up into Stacy's face, I drew back 
and started slowly fucking Stacy's pussy.

I fucked her with a steady, measured rhythm. As I pumped my dick 
into Stacy's steaming pussy, Susan plucked a small pillow from 
beside her and held it against her mouth to stifle her rising 
moans. When Susan came, she was holding Stacy's head between her 
legs with one hand while holding the pillow to her mouth with the 
other. I watched in fascination as Susan climaxed -- hard, 
judging by the rising scream of pleasure that the pillow only 
barely muffled.

When Susan's orgasm began to subside, she let the pillow fall 
from her face and took a deep, ragged breath. Her face and chest 
were flushed a deeper red than before.

She looked at me for one brief moment and then her eyes rolled 
back and she opened her mouth and moaned again. Her moan steadily 
rose in volume until she had to replace the pillow to stifle her 
screams. I couldn't see what Stacy was doing, but Susan seemed to 
be rolling from one orgasm to the next. She was now bucking her 
hips wildly, still holding the back of Stacy's head with one 
hand. I was so enthralled watching her come that I had completely 
stopped fucking Stacy.

When Susan's rolling orgasms finally subsided, she once again let 
the pillow fall from her face. She looked at me drunkenly, and 
then broke into a smile of deep and total contentment. Then, she 
rolled her head back onto the pillows and went limp.

Stacy reached back with her right hand and placed it on my hip, 
pushing me back. I took the hint and reluctantly pulled my dick 
from her gripping pussy. I threw my leg over hers and she slowly 
came up on all fours.

"I want you to come in my ass. Wait right here," she said as she 
got off the bed.

When she returned, she had the jar of Vaseline and a towel.

Stacy got back on the bed and began to grease my cock. When she 
finished, she wiped her hands on the towel and looked up.

"Do you have a vibrator?"

I blinked, then realized that Susan was looking at us from the 
head of the bed.

"Huh?" Stacy asked.

"Do you have a vibrator?" Susan repeated.

Instead of answering, Stacy leaned over, opened the nightstand 
drawer, and withdrew a pink plastic vibrator. Susan reached for 
it and Stacy quickly handed it over.

"If you want, I can...,"

"It's not for me," Susan said, interrupting her. She swung around 
in the bed until she was laying on her back with her head pointed 
at the foot of the bed. "Straddle me like we're going to sixty-
nine," she directed Stacy. "Only, I'm too sensitive right now. 
Okay?"

I didn't know what she was talking about, but Stacy obviously 
did, and quickly complied.

"Mmmmm, yeah," Stacy said. Then she looked over her shoulder at 
me. "Fuck me in the ass, Paul. As slow as you can. Please."

Who was I to argue? I scooted up behind her, and she spread her 
knees to make sure I had room. Susan set the vibrator on the bed 
and reached up to spread Stacy's ass for me. I gripped my slick 
penis at the base and aimed it at the little pink flower of 
Stacy's ass. She gasped as she felt the head enter her. I put my 
hands on her hips and slowly slid my entire length into her 
backside.

"Mmmmm, yeah," Stacy practically moaned. "Fuck poor little 
Stacy's ass."

So I did.

I had just begun pumping my dick into Stacy when Susan's hand 
reached out to retrieve the vibrator. I heard it begin to hum and 
wondered what Susan was going to do.

I didn't have to wait long. Stacy gasped and then moaned. An 
incredible sensation flowed through my penis when I felt it too. 
I gasped as I realized that Susan must've shoved the vibrator 
into Stacy's soaked pussy.

Susan began stroking the vibrator in and out of Stacy, timing her 
strokes to match my own slow, deliberate thrusts in and out of 
Stacy's ass. The feeling was incredible. I didn't think I could 
last long at this pace, however. Not with the extra stimulation 
Susan and the vibrator were providing.

To prolong things as long as I could, I buried my cock in Stacy's 
ass, leaned forward to wrap my arms around her, and fondled her 
perfect little breasts. She moaned in pleasure as my cock filled 
her ass and Susan filled her pussy with the vibrator. My hands on 
her nipples, however, were too much for Stacy, and she began to 
shudder with the beginnings of an orgasm.

She began rocking her hips quickly, moaning low in her chest. And 
then with a keening sound, she threw her head back and came. I 
could feel her orgasm surging through her as her ass spasmed 
around my dick. I felt my own orgasm beginning to boil up as the 
rhythmic contractions in her pussy spread to her ass.

"Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me hard! Come in my ass!"

I released her breasts, put my hands on her hips and began 
pumping her for all I was worth. My hips slammed into her ass as 
I pounded her, forcing her to cry out with each thrust. I managed 
four or five long, hard strokes before I felt my semen surging up 
my shaft. I quickly slammed my dick in her to the hilt. With a 
start, I realized that I didn't feel the vibrator in Stacy's 
pussy anymore.

I had just begin to wonder what Susan had done with it when I 
felt the slippery plastic move my balls aside. Susan pressed the 
vibrating toy against my prostate and I erupted. I squeezed my 
eyes shut so hard that I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids. I 
felt like my entire body was being emptied into Stacy through my 
penis. I gripped her hips so hard that she cried out, but I was 
oblivious. My existence had shrunk to include only my spurting 
shaft and the vibrator.

I think I must've passed out for a second or five, because the 
next thing I remember, I was panting and looking down at the 
beautiful arch of Stacy's back before me. I don't remember Susan 
shutting off the vibrator. I don't remember releasing the death 
grip I had on Stacy's hips. I don't remember much after I began 
spurting into her ass. I found myself kneeling behind her, my 
arms hanging limply at my sides, gasping for breath and hanging 
my head forward against my chest. Her back heaving, I could tell 
Stacy was breathing as hard as I was.

Slowly, very slowly, I withdrew my half-hard dick from her ass. 
When I looked down, Susan's face greeted me with her best 'cat 
who at the canary' expression. I collapsed back onto my heels and 
then moved out of the way so Stacy could roll off of Susan. We 
lay there, three heaps of smiling, sweating flesh, gasping for 
air, completely drained.

Susan was the first to rise, and as she slowly stood up, she 
looked at me and smiled.

"Can I use the shower?" she asked Stacy, who could only nod her 
head weakly. "Thanks. You two can have it after I'm done."

While Susan was in the shower, Stacy regained enough strength to 
prop herself up on her elbows. She still hadn't entirely caught 
her breath, but she smiled drunkenly at me nonetheless.

We heard the water shut off, and in a few minutes, Susan walked 
into the bedroom, looking disgustingly fresh and cheerful. Stacy 
mustered enough energy to crawl to the edge of the bed. When she 
stood, she reached down and tugged my arm. I reluctantly moved, 
slowly getting up to follow her. Susan smiled and winked at me as 
Stacy pulled me off to the bathroom.

In the shower, Stacy stood under the spray and let the water run 
over her body, wetting her curly brown hair and plastering it to 
her face. She brushed her hair out of her face with her hands and 
smiled at me. She stepped back a little and pulled me forward 
into the spray.

Stacy gently pushed me back and lathered a washcloth. After she 
had washed and rinsed herself, she wrung out the washcloth and 
lathered it a second time. She gently washed my entire body, 
spending extra time on my penis, tenderly lathering my pubic hair 
and cleaning me thoroughly.

She stepped back again to let me rinse off. With a mischievous 
smile, she stepped forward, wrapped her hand around the back of 
my head, and pulled my lips down to hers. Suddenly, she was 
plastered against me, her tongue darting into my mouth. I kissed 
her back, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. When 
she felt me kissing her back, she ground her hips against me. I 
was surprised that my dick even responded after such a powerful 
orgasm, but it stirred against her.

She released my head and began kissing my face and neck. Dragging 
her slick, and very erect, nipples over my stomach, she kissed 
her way down my torso. As she sank to her knees, she continued 
kissing my abdomen, and then finally planted kisses all the way 
down my hardening shaft.

She pulled me into her mouth and eagerly began sucking my half-
hard penis. Unfortunately, after so little time since coming in 
her ass, half hard was the best I could do. I wanted to get fully 
erect, but my poor penis had other, more laissez-faire ideas. 
After a few minutes sucking, Stacy released me and smiled.

"Too soon?"

I nodded and she smiled knowingly. I then reached down to helped 
her to her feet.

She turned and pressed her back against my chest, nestling my 
half-hard penis between her cheeks. She leaned back and raised 
her arms, lacing her fingers around my neck and letting the water 
sluice over her chest. I reached forward and cupped her slick 
breasts, eliciting a deep sigh of satisfaction from her.

We stood like that for several minutes, until with another sigh, 
this one of resignation, she unlaced her hands and bent forward 
to turn off the water.

-----

As we toweled off in the bathroom, Stacy looked up at me, her 
eyes suddenly full of emotion.

"I don't even know your last name," she said.

"Hughes," I said. I looked speculatively at her.

"Kenner."

Suddenly, she was in my arms again. She hugged me tight, laying 
her face against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and 
nuzzled her damp hair. I couldn't fathom the emotions running 
through her body, but I understood at some instinctive level that 
all I needed to do was to hold her. So I did.

Finally, she released me and leaned back to look up into my face, 
a few inches above hers. She sniffled, blinking back tears, and 
smiled at me.

"I know so little about you."

"What would you like to know?" I asked gently.

"Everything."

"That's a long story."

"I know," she said, sniffling again. "When can I see you again?" 
she asked hopefully.

"I don't know really. Let's talk to Susan."

She nodded and opened the door to the hallway.

-----

When we looked in the bedroom, Susan had straightened up. The bed 
had been put back together and the vibrator was presumably back 
in its drawer. But Susan wasn't there. We quickly found her 
sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of tea.

"I hope you don't mind that I made myself at home," she said.

"Be my guest," Stacy said lightly.

"Susan, Stacy wants to know when we're coming back to town."

Susan thought for a moment, "Next week sometime." Stacy's face 
fell. "Getting into town, just the two of us together, is kind of 
complicated," Susan said gently. "But if we plan it right, we may 
be able to stay longer next time." Stacy's expression brightened. 
"Why don't I get your phone number and I can call you tomorrow 
and let you know?"

Stacy hastily wrote her number on a notepad and handed it to 
Susan.

"I don't think it'll be before Tuesday, but I'll call and let you 
know."

"Okay. Thanks."

"And now... Young Paul and I have to be getting back," Susan said, 
picking up the gym back to retrieve her clothes.

Stacy looked at me, her eyes pleading.

"Susan, can I have a few minutes?" I asked.

She looked up from the gym bag, looking first at me and then at 
Stacy. "Okay," she said. "Just don't be too long."

Susan quickly pulled her shirt over her head and slipped into her 
skirt. She strapped on her sandals and came over to Stacy. The 
two women shared a quick hug.

Stepping back, Susan looked at me. "I'll be in the car. I'll see 
you in a few minutes." With that, she stepped out the door and 
closed it softly behind her.

Stacy wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. Once again, 
I wrapped my arms around her and rested my cheek on her still-
damp hair.

"I can't wait to see you again," she said softly, her face 
against my hairless chest. "You make me feel so safe."

I simply held her, not needing words. The feeling of her nude 
body pressed against mine was almost electric. As she pressed 
herself against me, I felt my penis stir and begin to stiffen.

After a few moments' silence, she said quietly, "If you can, I 
want you to come inside me before you have to go." As if my penis 
had somehow heard and understood her, it stiffened still further, 
now almost fully erect. "I want you to come inside my pussy. I 
want you to come inside Stacy's hot little pussy."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, suddenly serious. "My period's due in 
another two or three days, so it should be okay. I think I want 
to get on the pill. I want to feel you fill me with your come."

My dick quickly became fully erect.

"Mmmmm. Someone likes the idea... Now, I really want to feel your 
come inside me. I want to wave goodbye to you with your come 
filling my pussy."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I grasped her hips. Using 
her arms for support, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I 
carried her over to the kitchen table and she loosened her legs 
around me. As I stepped back a little, my dick sprang up. Stacy 
quickly wrapped her hands around my shaft and set the tip against 
her very wet pussy.

She laced her fingers behind my neck and looked up at me, her 
eyes smoldering. "Now fuck me hard and fast. Come inside my hot 
pussy. Fill me with your seed."

I quickly sank my length into her pussy. She was soaking wet and 
I easily slid home. Without prelude, I began pounding my cock 
into her. She held my eyes with hers, willing me to go faster. I 
gripped her hips, pounding into her for all I was worth.

Quickly, too quickly, I felt my balls boil over. With a final 
grunt, I slammed into her and felt the semen rushing up my shaft. 
I closed my eyes and leaned against her, holding her tight as I 
spurted my hot come into her pussy.

When my spurts finally subsided, I opened my eyes and pulled back 
to look at her. She kissed me, quick and hard, and squeezed her 
legs around my hips, holding my deflating cock in her pussy. I 
returned her kiss fiercely. I ran my hands up her sides as she 
leaned back. Looking down into her eyes, I tenderly cupped her 
breasts and tweaked her nipples with my thumbs.

She released her legs and I reluctantly stepped back. Stacy 
quickly slid off the table and to her knees. With a hand towel, 
she expertly cleaned our combined juices from my flaccid penis 
and then stood up.

She reached for the gym back to help me look for my clothes. I 
put them on as she handed them to me, then picked up my socks and 
sneakers. I could put them on in the car. We had kept Susan 
waiting long enough. It was definitely worth it, I thought, but 
we needed to get back to camp before dinner.

Stacy flowed back into my arms.

"When you wave goodbye, you'll know that I'm full of your come."

I nodded quietly, a grin of wonder spreading across my face. She 
kissed me quickly and then walked me to the door, still nude. She 
waved as I got into the car. I set my shoes and socks on the 
floor and waved to her, thinking of her pussy, her tight little 
pussy, full of my come. She winked at me as she waved.

Susan waved as well, and we drove off.

"I think she likes you," Susan said cheerfully.

I think I blushed six shades of red.

-----

CHAPTER TWELVE

The next morning when I woke up, dawn's light was just filtering 
through the pines. I rolled over onto my stomach, my morning 
erection pressing against me. I lay there drowsily for several 
minutes, then decided to see if Mom or Erin were up.

When I raised my head to look, I saw that Mom was still in bed. 
She had the sheets pulled over her, but as I watched, I could 
tell that she was slowly caressing herself. As she lay on her 
back, I saw her move her right hand lower, until it was over her 
pussy.

Unfortunately, she raised her left knee, lifting the sheet and 
holding it off her hand. I could no longer see her movements, but 
I knew she was pleasuring herself. I watched the motion of her 
right arm, and in my imagination, I saw her moving her fingertips 
in small circles over her clit.

With a start, I realized that I now knew what she was doing. 
Before, I had always watched and vaguely known that what she was 
doing felt good, but now I knew why. With renewed interest, I 
discretely watched her masturbate.

All of a sudden, a huge yawn interrupted the quiet of the cabin. 
Erin had woken up. Mom quietly moved her hand away from her pussy 
and lowered her knee. I pulled back from the edge of the bed, but 
I could clearly hear Erin yawn again and sit up. I watched from 
the top bunk as she stood up and wordlessly padded across the 
cabin to the bathroom.

When she came out, she saw that Mom and I were still in bed. In 
silence, she stood in front of the mirror on top of the dresser, 
brushing her hair. Mom rolled over and propped herself up on one 
elbow.

"Good morning, honey," she said.

"Morning Mom," Erin said distractedly.

"You know what you want for breakfast?"

Erin shrugged and continued brushing.

"How about French Toast?"

Erin shrugged again.

"You go on down to the clubhouse and I'll be down in a few 
minutes to fix breakfast," Mom said.

Erin finished brushing and headed for the door. She saw that I 
was still in bed, went out the screen door, and slammed it behind 
her.

I stuck my head over the side of the bed as Mom looked my 
direction.

"Time to get up, sleepy head."

I nodded silently and she headed for the bathroom. I still had my 
morning erection, but I decided to throw modesty to the wind and 
climbed down the ladder. When Mom came out of the bathroom, she 
looked at me and her eyes widened as she saw my hard-on. When she 
arched her eyebrow, I merely shrugged and stepped past her into 
the bathroom.

-----

After I came out of the bathroom, Mom and I walked down to the 
clubhouse together.

"What're your plans for the day?" she asked.

"I gotta help Dwight put up the panels that Susan and I picked up 
yesterday. He says it'll only take a couple of hours. After that, 
pretty much nothing."

"So you can relax this afternoon?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd find Manfred and see if he wanted to do 
something."

"And Gina and Jenny?" Mom asked, looking sidelong at me.

"I guess... I mean, if they wanna do something, that's cool."

We reached the clubhouse and Mom headed for the kitchen area to 
fix breakfast. Erin was playing pool with her friends and, seeing 
no one else that I knew, I stood in the doorway for a few 
minutes, simply watching the younger girls play pool, badly.

I heard the screen door open behind me and had just turned to see 
who had come in when I felt an enormous hand clap me on the 
shoulder almost painfully.

"Good morning, boyo!" boomed Dwight.

"Morning Dwight," I said as he walked me further into the 
clubhouse.

"You ready for some honest work this morning?"

"Yep."

"It's not as fun as makin' barbeque sauce," he said with a wink, 
"but it's a living!" His laughter seemed to fill the large 
building. "I want to get started right after breakfast, get the 
job done before the heat of the day. Okay?"

"Sure."

"Good man, good man." He clapped me on the shoulder again, this 
time painfully, and headed off towards the kitchen area, to where 
Karen was fixing his breakfast. I followed Dwight, deciding to 
help Mom with the French toast.

When we were finished, Mom called to Erin and we sat down to eat.

"What're you up to today, Erin?" Mom asked.

"Not much, I guess. Trish wants to lay out today, so I guess 
we'll be down by the lake."

"Ah."

"What're you doing today, Mom?" I asked.

"After breakfast, I want to go take a long, hot bath before it 
gets too hot out."

"Mmmmm, a hot bath," Erin said dreamily. "Oh yeah! Mom, Jill 
wanted to know if Trish, Leah and I could spend the night with 
her. Their cabin has this big, screened-in porch, and we were 
gonna sorta camp out on the porch tonight. Is that okay?"

"Is it okay with Jill's Mom?"

"It was her idea, so yeah, I guess it's okay with her."

"Well then, it's okay with me. You girls have a good time."

"Thanks Mom! Can I be excused?"

"Finish your French toast, dear, and then you can be excused."

Unlike me, my skinny sister always had to be told to finish her 
meals. She stabbed the last few bites of toast and popped them in 
her mouth. She drained her milk and slid back in her chair. As 
she headed for the sink carrying her plate and glass, Mom 
silently shook her head, smiling at me. I returned her smile and 
shrugged. At least Erin wouldn't pester me all day, so it didn't 
really matter to me what she did.

-----

Working with Dwight was an exercise in physics. For a big man, he 
moved very quickly, and I thought wryly that he must be the 
"unstoppable force" people talk about. I also realized with a 
little bit of surprise that I enjoyed watching someone who really 
knew what they were doing. Dwight quickly and easily did things 
that would've taken me quite a while to do, much less how long it 
would take me to figure out how to do them in the first place.

We were about an hour into the project when Mom walked around the 
corner of the house.

"Hi, Dwight. Hi, Paul. Where's Susan?"

I looked down at her from where I held a panel ready to hand up 
to Dwight. "I guess she's inside. Is everything okay?"

"The water heater in our cabin is on the fritz. I went to take a 
bath and all I got was cold water."

"Oh. Sorry."

"So am I," Mom said with a note of wistfulness.

"Anyway, we haven't seen her leave, so I guess she's still 
inside."

"Thanks, Paul."

"No problem," I said, returning my attention to Dwight.

We continued working, and had the rest of the patio roof finished 
in another hour. Mom had talked to Susan for 15 minutes or so, 
and when she left, she'd headed down towards the lake.

We finished the work well before lunch and while I cleaned up our 
mess, Dwight gathered up his tools. As we were just about to 
leave, Susan stepped out of the sliding glass doors onto the 
patio.

"Thank you very much, Dwight. And you too, Paul."

"No problem, Suz," Dwight boomed. "Glad I could help you out."

"Well, I certainly appreciate it," she said.

"I'm glad I can help," he said, blushing a little. "Now I am 
gonna go put my tools up and then jump in the lake and cool off!" 
He slung his tool belt over his shoulder and looked at me.

"Could you hang around for a few minutes, Paul?" Susan asked.

"Sure," I said. Then I turned to Dwight, "I'll take care of the 
ladder."

"Good job, boyo! Thanks for your help." He clapped me on the 
shoulder again and walked off towards his cabin. I was beginning 
to wonder how bad the bruises on my shoulder were going to be.

"You want to come in and cool off?" Susan asked.

"Sure," I said, wondering if that were all she had in mind. I 
stepped into the cool of her bedroom and she slid the door shut 
behind me.

She closed the curtain over the sliding glass doors and looked at 
me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I talked to Stacy this morning," she said.

"Oh?"

"Would you like to go into town next Wednesday?"

"I guess. What'll we tell my mom and dad?"

"We'll think of something," she said. "Stacy said she'd see if 
she could get the day off. I told her that I had a meeting that I 
needed to go to, for a couple of hours. You two would be alone 
together," she said, grinning at me. "Stacy thought you might 
like to go to a double feature with her."

I nodded.

Susan grinned wickedly. "I thought you might like that."

I blushed and grinned like an idiot.

"I told her we'd pick her up at home around one o'clock. Okay?"

I nodded again. "Okay. So what're we gonna tell my parents? I 
mean about why we're going into town."

Susan thought for a second. "Why don't we tell them the truth?"

At my shocked expression, Susan burst out laughing.

"I don't mean all the truth," she said, grinning and shaking her 
head. "Tell them enough of the truth. I've got to pick up some 
building supplies for the camp, which I do, by the way, and I 
need you to help me. We also tell them that I've got a meeting 
with my accountant, also the truth, and that you're going to go 
to a movie while I'm in my meeting. We just don't need to tell 
them about Stacy," she said with a wink. "Also, tell them we'll 
probably be late getting back, so I'll feed you dinner in town. 
Okay?"

I thought it through and nodded.

"Now," she said with a devilish look in her eyes, "would you like 
to practice a little of what you learned yesterday?"

I looked her, confused.

She hooked her thumbs in her bikini bottoms and slid them off 
with one smooth motion, kicking them into the corner. She then 
walked over to her bed and crawled to the center. When she rolled 
over on her back, she spread her legs wide, revealing her shaved 
slit in all its glory.

Suddenly, I understood.

I quickly nodded, feeling blood rush to my penis.

"Come here first," she said, gesturing. "Kneel by my head."

I did as she instructed. Susan rolled her head to the side a 
little and sucked my hard-on into her mouth. She couldn't suck as 
much of me in this position, but what she could reach, she 
lavished with attention.

She was eagerly sucking my dick when a sound I hadn't heard in 
several weeks interrupted her.

The phone rang.

With a look of consternation, Susan took my dick out of her mouth 
and rolled to the bed stand.

There were only a few phones in camp, as far as I knew. There was 
a phone in the clubhouse, but it was for local calls only. Old 
Mr. Kershaw, one of the year-round residents and a friend of 
Susan's father, took care of taking reservation calls. He mostly 
stayed near his house, which was several hundred feet from 
Susan's. He, of course, had a phone there. Several of the other 
year-round residents had them too. But for the most part, there 
was a scarcity of phones in the camp. Susan, of course, had one 
in her house, but it'd been so long since I'd heard a phone ring 
that for a moment, I was confused.

Susan picked up the handset.

"Hello?"

She rolled back to lay on her back and her face grew worried.

"Hi, David. Is everything okay?"

She paused for a second, listening, and then her tension eased.

"No, I don't know where she is. But Paul's here, I could send him 
out to find her."

She looked at me and shrugged in confusion.

"He's here helping Dwight do some repairs on my back patio. Would 
you like to speak to him?" She paused. "Okay, hold on a second, 
I'll get him."

She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and mouthed "your dad." 
Then she handed me the handset.

"Hello?"

"Paul? It's Dad. How are you, kiddo?"

"I'm fine, Dad. Are you okay?" I asked, worry creeping into my 
voice.

"I'm fine, son. We're here in San Francisco, and we've got a 
broken plane."

"Is everyone okay?"

"We're all fine, Paul. The first stage compressor disk on one of 
our engines failed. We'd just started it, so there wasn't any 
danger to us or the passengers, but the engine's a total loss. 
The company's bringing in a new plane and crew, but we're stuck 
here with the broken plane. So I'm not going to be back tonight."

"Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to tell your mom what happened. Make sure you tell 
her we're all fine. Tell her that the company's sending a team of 
mechanics and a new engine out to us, but it won't be here for 
two days. They can't dead-head us back because they need us to 
bring the plane and the mechanics back to Atlanta. So I won't be 
able to make it home until next Tuesday. You get all that?"

"I think so." I repeated back to him what he'd told me.

"You've got it, son. Tell your mom that I love her and I miss 
her. I'll see you all in a few days. Hold on, kiddo."

I heard him put his hand over the receiver and talk to someone.

"Son, I've got to go. The captain needs the phone, and we've got 
paperwork to fill out about the engine. I love you guys, I miss 
you, and I'll see you on Tuesday."

"Bye, Dad."

"Goodbye, son."

"Is everything okay?" Susan asked me as I handed her the 
receiver.

"Yeah, I guess. Mom's not gonna be happy, though. Dad won't be 
back until next Tuesday."

"So I gathered. Do you want to go tell your mom?"

"I probably should," I said. I looked down at my limp penis. 
Blushing, I looked back up at her.

"It's okay," she said, laughing. "We can finish up some other 
time. Go on, go!"

I grinned at her and got up to leave. Spontaneously, I bent down 
and kissed her quickly on the cheek. I laughed at the look of 
surprise on her face as I headed out to find Mom.

-----

When I found her, she was by the lake in one of the lounge 
chairs. I walked up and stood so that I cast a shadow across her 
face. She put her sunglasses on and sat up.

"You guys all done?"

"Mmm hmm," I said. "I just got off the phone with Dad."

"He called? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Dad's okay."

I repeated what Dad had told me about the plane and the new 
engine.

"So he won't be back until Tuesday?"

I shook my head. I could tell Mom was trying to hide her 
disappointment.

"Okay. I guess there's nothing we can do about it."

"Oh yeah! He did want me to tell you that he loves you, and he 
misses you."

Mom smiled up at me and stood. "Thank you, Paul. I'm glad at 
least you got to talk to him."

I shrugged. "He was in a hurry. The captain had to use the phone, 
so he couldn't talk long."

"That's okay," she said. "C'mon up to the clubhouse and I'll make 
you lunch."

-----

While we were eating lunch, Manfred, Jenny, and Gina came into 
the clubhouse.

"Thank God we found you!" Gina said, rushing over. "We've been 
looking for you all over." And then as an afterthought, "Hi, 
Beth. Sorry to interrupt."

"Hi, Gina. You're not interrupting anything," Mom said, then 
started to pick up our lunch dishes.

"Where have you been all morning?" Gina asked.

"I've been working with Dwight, putting up a roof over Aunt 
Susan's patio."

"Whatever," she said. Then quietly, "You've got to save me from 
Jenny and Manfred."

"Huh?"

"Come with us," Gina insisted as Manfred and Jenny reached the 
table.

"Where?" I asked.

"We're gonna hike along one of the streams feeding the lake, see 
how far it goes," Manfred answered.

I didn't want to go. I wanted to go back to Susan's and finish 
what we'd started earlier. But Gina's insistence won me over. I 
sure wouldn't mind spending time with her, but I didn't want 
Susan to think that I'd forgotten about her. Somewhat 
reluctantly, I agreed to go with them.

"Lemme tell Mom where I'm going," I said quickly, and stood.

Gina hugged my arm and said quietly, "Thank you! I'll make it up 
to you."

The touch of her body against mine sent little electric shocks 
through me and I had to concentrate very hard on not getting an 
erection. Reluctantly, I pulled away and headed towards Mom. I 
didn't know much, but I told her, in general terms, where we were 
going.

When I returned, Manfred was closing a backpack.

"I've got a pair of towels, an extra blanket, and some water," he 
said, settling the pack on his shoulders.

"Good God, Manfred, how long are we gonna be gone?" I asked.

"A couple hours, I guess, but it's nice to have a few things 
along," he said with a shrug. "If we get wet, though, we'll have 
to share the towels."

And with that, we headed out.

-----

We skirted the shore until we got to one of the streams that 
flowed into the marshy end of the natural lake that fed the 
swimming lake. We had all worn our sneakers, since we didn't know 
what we'd be hiking over. With Manfred in the lead, we turned up 
the stream and set off into the pine forest.

We hiked steadily uphill for about an hour and a half, until we 
came to a rock outcropping that the stream had been forced to 
bypass. On the other side of the outcropping, the water had 
formed a quiet pool. The pine needles were thick on the ground 
around the pool and when Manfred reached the edge of the water, 
he stopped.

We stood still and listened to the wind through the pines above 
us and the water draining around the shoulder of the outcropping, 
resuming its path down the ridge towards the camp.

"Wow," Manfred said quietly. "This is beautiful."

Even I had to agree with him. The sunlight filtering through the 
upper reaches of the pines was muted, and the whole small 
clearing was filled with the fragrant scent of pine. The needles 
were so thick that they were like a springy bed beneath our feet.

"Why don't we take a break here?" Manfred suggested, pulling his 
arms through the straps of his pack. He pulled out a blanket and 
handed it to me. "Here, you guys can spread out and relax."

Gina immediately took the blanket from me and grabbed my hand. 
Manfred was already pulling another blanket from within the pack 
as Gina practically dragged me off. She headed back around the 
way we'd come, jumping over the stream where it coursed around 
the outcropping. We walked further around the outcropping to 
where it sloped back towards the ridge itself. From there, we 
could easily climb up to the top of the rock.

Once we reached the flat top, Gina spread out the blanket and 
unceremoniously flopped down on it. There was actually soil on 
top of the rock outcropping, and a coating of pine needles. With 
the blanket on top of the needles, they were simply springy 
rather than springy and prickly.

"Are you gonna stand there all day?" Gina asked, teasing me.

"I was thinking about it," I answered tartly.

Her face softened, "I'm sorry, Paul. I know I dragged you out 
here, but I just couldn't take it any more."

"Take what?" I asked, finally sitting next to her.

"Jenny and Manfred," she answered, her voice low. "They've been 
glued to each other for days now. And there're no other girls my 
age in camp. So unless I wanna hang around my little sister and 
her friends, I'm stuck with Jenny and Manfred. And you."

"Oh."

"And you're hard enough to find sometimes. So sometimes, I'm just 
stuck. All they do is talk to each other. And when I can get 
Jenny alone, all she does then is talk about 'Manfred this,' and 
'Manfred that' and it's killing me!"

"Oh."

"So when they suggested we hike one of the streams, that was the 
last thing that I wanted to do."

"Why didn't you just let them go alone?"

"'Cause Jenny's mom wouldn't let her go alone with a guy. So 
either I go with them, or no one goes. And Jenny would pester me 
all afternoon. So when we found you in the clubhouse, you were my 
savior."

"Oh," I said. "Then I guess I'm glad I could be your savior."

"Me too."

With that, she lay back on the blanket and stretched. I was 
busily admiring her body when she suddenly sat up. I thought 
she'd somehow busted me for staring at her, but she only started 
to untie her sneakers. When she pulled them off, she wiggled her 
toes and sighed. I quickly followed suit. She lay back on the 
blanket and I resumed eagerly studying her incredible body.

"Are you just gonna sit there," she asked, cracking an eyelid, 
"or are you gonna lay down too?"

I shrugged and lay down next to her. The blanket wasn't very 
wide, and in order to stay off the prickly pine needles, I had to 
lay very close to her; so close that I could feel the heat from 
her body. We lay like that for some time, simply enjoying the 
gentle breeze through the pines, and the quiet of the forest. We 
couldn't hear Manfred and Jenny, and I suspected that they 
couldn't hear us either.

I felt Gina move and opened my eyes to find her on her side, 
propped up on one elbow, looking at me. I rolled over on my side 
and propped my head on my elbow too.

"When's your family going home?" she asked.

"We're staying all summer. We don't have to go back until two 
weeks before school starts."

"Wow! Cool. We've got to go back two weeks from Sunday. My dad's 
got to produce some special on the history of Charleston."

"Cool."

"Where's your dad?"

"He had to go back to Atlanta to fly. And then his plane had a 
problem this morning in San Francisco. So he won't be back until 
next Tuesday."

"That's so cool."

"That my dad's stuck in San Francisco?"

"No, silly. That he gets to travel to all those cool places."

"It's not as cool as you'd think," I said. "Sometimes he's gone 
for a week at a time. Maybe more, like this summer. Your dad 
comes home at the end of the day. My dad comes home every other 
week sometimes."

"Yeah. Bummer."

"Yeah, it's usually not that bad though. He's just scheduled all 
his trips this summer so that he only has to leave a few times. 
But when he's gone, he's gone for a while."

"I bet you miss him."

I thought about it for a second, and realized that I did miss 
Dad. "Yeah, I do. I talked to him on the phone this morning when 
he called, and that's the first time in about two weeks."

"Wow," she said. "Does he bring you cool stuff from the places he 
goes?"

"Yeah, that's one of the really neat things. He always brings 
back fresh sourdough bread from San Francisco. Or these great 
pies from someplace in Los Angeles. Or Coors beer when they fly 
to Dallas." She wrinkled her nose at the mention of the beer. 
"Yeah, I don't like beer either. But he'll come back with a 
couple of cases of it, you can't get it in Atlanta, and he and 
Mom'll have a bunch of their friends over and cook out."

"Cool. My dad doesn't get to travel much. Sometimes, but not 
much. He brought us these really cool shirts from New York last 
year, but that's about it."

"Yeah, but like I said, at least he gets to come home from work 
each night. Sometimes, it's like I talk to my dad in a different 
city each night."

"Yeah," she said. "Do you know if anyone is supposed to be in 
this weekend?"

"No. I'll have to ask Aunt Susan next time I see her."

"Are you finished working at her house?"

"I guess," I said, and shrugged. "Dwight and I finished putting 
up the roof over her back patio this morning. And that's mostly 
the last of the stuff she needed me to help with." 

"Cool."

I was really enjoying talking to Gina, especially since it was 
just the two of us, but I was still kind of hoping that we would 
get back to camp in time for me to stop by and see Susan.

"So these nature hikes... how long do they usually last?"

Gina shrugged. "As long as I don't have to pretend not to watch 
them playing kissy face, then I don't care."

"Kissy face?"

"Yeah," she said, "kissy face. Whenever they're alone, they're 
always playing kissy face."

"Oh."

"I'll bet that's what they're doing now," she said with a grin. 
"I bet we can crawl up to the edge of the rock and we'll be able 
to see 'em"

"I guess," I said.

Quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and started inching towards 
the edge of the rock. She'd laid the blanket about two feet from 
the edge of the outcropping, so we didn't have far to crawl. Gina 
got to the edge first, and when she looked over, she quickly 
pulled her head back.

"What's the matter?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

When I got to the edge of the outcropping and looked over, I knew 
what had startled her. Looking down over the edge, I could see 
the entire pool beneath us. On the far side of the pool, behind a 
smaller rock, I saw Manfred and Jenny, perhaps 40 feet away. 
Their blanket would've been out of sight of just about anyplace 
around the edge of the pool. Except we weren't around the edge of 
the pool, we were 20 feet up, on top of the outcropping.

Manfred and Jenny were laying on the blanket, their heads towards 
us, and they were pressed very closely together. Jenny was laying 
on her back with Manfred propped up one elbow next to her. He was 
busily kissing her, and she had her right hand wrapped around his 
long, thin erection, busily stroking it.

I quickly ducked my head back down and turned to Gina. She was 
blushing, and trying not to laugh.

"See what I mean?" she asked in a low voice.

I nodded, grinning like an idiot. Then Gina's expression changed, 
and she got a curious look in her eye. Without a word, she rolled 
back onto her stomach and crawled forward. I figured that if she 
were going to enjoy the show, so would I.

When I once again stuck my head over the edge of the outcropping, 
Manfred and Jenny were still in the same position. Gina looked at 
me, smiling conspiratorially, and we both watched the pair of 
them fool around.

I was more distracted by Gina's proximity than by what we were 
watching. As we lay on our stomachs at the edge, she was pressed 
against my right side, her arm to my arm, her hip to my hip, her 
leg to my leg. The sensation of her touch was electric, and my 
senses swam.

As we watched, Manfred brought his hand up and placed it over 
Jenny's breast. He began rubbing and squeezing her flesh, causing 
her to arch her back and return his kisses even more ardently. 
Gina and I silently watched them for several minutes. Manfred 
spread his attentions between both breasts, his mouth never 
leaving hers. Jenny continued to stroke his erection, and I 
looked on with an analytical detachment, thinking that his dick 
looked longer than mine, but also thinner.

I felt Gina shift next to me, pressing closer, and with a mental 
groan, I felt my own penis stiffen. It was more a reaction to 
Gina's touch than to the sight I was witnessing. I heard Gina 
draw a startled breath and shifted my attention back to Manfred 
and Jenny.

Manfred had just moved his hand down from Jenny's breasts and it 
was slowly inching its way towards her pussy. I could feel Gina's 
quivering tension as his hand got closer to Jenny's bush. Manfred 
cupped her entire mons and Jenny arched her back again, finally 
releasing his mouth from hers. She lay her head back and closed 
her eyes. Manfred lowered his lips and began sucking her nipple.

Gina moaned low in her chest, almost silently, and I could feel 
her hips moving slightly. When I looked back over my shoulder, I 
could see her buttocks clenching and unclenching. As we watched 
Manfred play with Jenny's pussy, I could tell that Gina was 
getting heated up. Her hips were gyrating slightly and her 
breathing was quicker.

Manfred moved his hand back up to cup Jenny's small breast and 
with a groan that we could hear from atop the outcropping, he 
came. We were too far away to see individual spurts, but I could 
tell that he was coming. When he finished, Jenny took her hand 
off his shrinking dick and rubbed her stomach where his come 
must've landed. They began kissing again, although this time less 
fervently, and Gina and I slowly inched back down to our blanket.

"Wow! That was cool," she said.

"Yeah."

Gina rolled over on her back and I stayed on my stomach, keeping 
my erection pressed against my belly. She wasn't touching me, but 
she was close enough that I could still feel the heat of her body 
next to me.

"Wow," she said again.

"Better than seeing them play kissy face?" I asked, teasing her.

"Much better. Although," she said, "I do kinda feel guilty for 
watching them."

"Yeah."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her running her 
fingertips lightly up and down her stomach, from just below her 
breasts down almost to her pubic hair.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to prop myself up on my elbow and 
lean down and kiss her. I wanted her to stroke my erection, like 
Jenny had been stroking Manfred. I wanted... I wanted a lot of 
things, but I was still very afraid of what she'd do if I did 
what I wanted to. And deep down, I guess I was still very shy, 
despite my experiences over the last weeks.

So, instead of doing what I wanted to do, I rose up on my elbows 
and looked over at Gina. Her eyes were still closed, and as I 
watched, she licked her lips unconsciously. She was so beautiful 
laying there that my heart felt like it was going to explode. I 
yearned to reach out and touch her, to kiss her, to make her feel 
wonderful. I closed my eyes and imagined what she would look 
like, under me, as I slowly thrust into her.

I suddenly felt her looking at me and opened my eyes.

"What were you thinking?" she asked quietly.

I blushed furiously. I wanted to tell her I was thinking about 
how beautiful she was. But I couldn't. I could only smile at her, 
and wish that I had the courage to tell her how I felt, what I 
thought.

Her eyes softened and she returned my smile. I don't know what 
possessed me, but if I'd thought about it, I never would've done 
what I did next.

I reached towards her and gently ran the back of my index finger 
down the smooth skin of her cheek. As my hand returned to its 
original position, I smiled at her again. Gina blinked at me, 
then blinked again, unmoving. Then she rolled over and folded her 
arms in front of her, laying her right cheek on her forearms. She 
looked at me for a moment, then got a funny little smile on her 
face and closed her eyes.

We lay there for quite some time, and in the silence of the 
forest, I simply enjoyed looking at her beautiful face. My 
erection thankfully subsided as I studied her features, so 
regular, and so exotic. I closed my eyelids and I could still see 
Gina's face, in my mind's eye, as she lay there next to me, 
quietly breathing, an enigmatic little smile quirking her lips.

I opened my eyes again and she was just as I'd pictured her, only 
more lovely. Gina opened her eyes. Finding me still looking at 
her, she smiled again and rose up on her arms.

"We'd better get back down there before they realize we were up 
here, and figure out we could see everything," she said softly.

I nodded. We got up in companionable silence. Gina picked up the 
blanket and folded it over her arm. She smiled at me, and to my 
complete and utter surprise, I held out my hand for her. To my 
further surprise, she smiled and took it.

We walked back down the outcropping and around to Manfred and 
Jenny. We walked in silence, and the gentle clasp of her hand 
thrilled me. I'd felt nothing like it before, and it was 
electric.

As we came around the rock outcropping, by silent consensus, we 
started making some noise, to let them know we were coming. When 
we sighted the rock that they had been laying behind, Manfred was 
just rising. He reached down to help Jenny to her feet. To my 
surprise, Manfred blushed. His skin was still fairly pale, at 
least compared to the rest of us, and the reaction was easy to 
spot.

"I'm going to take a dip in the pool and cool off before we head 
back," Jenny said. "Manfred?"

"Sure," he said.

As she passed us, I had to refrain from staring. Gina and I both 
could clearly see the dried white come on Jenny's trim stomach. 
Gina shrugged and dumped our blanket on theirs. With a tug, she 
pulled me towards the pool as well.

-----

We hiked back in silence, the wind picking up force in the tops 
of the trees. There was going to be a storm, and the smell of 
rain was already in the air. We quickened our pace back to camp, 
all of us wanting to make it before the impending deluge hit.

The first fat drops of rain were plopping into the sandy soil as 
we emerged from the trees by the feeder lake. With a grin over 
his shoulder, Manfred broke into a run. The three of us ran after 
him, raindrops falling all around us, hitting us, as we raced up 
the hill towards the clubhouse.

We raced up to the front door of the clubhouse and Manfred pulled 
the towels out of his backpack. They were still damp from where 
we'd dried off earlier, but they were dry enough to soak up the 
coating of raindrops we'd picked up on the way up the hill.

We were all panting from our exertions and grinning like idiots 
as Manfred set his pack on the ground and handed the towels to 
the girls first. He and Jenny dried quickly and stepped through 
the screen door. Gina lingered a moment and then handed the towel 
to me.

As I began to dry myself, she didn't head into the clubhouse as 
I'd expected. I was drying my back, the towel wrapped around me, 
when she looked up at me and smiled. I stopped what I was doing 
as she stepped forward and pressed herself against me.

I could feel her nipples boring into my chest. She wrapped her 
arms around me and I stood witless for a few seconds. The towel 
still in my hands, held around me like a cloak, I wrapped my arms 
around her. At the touch of her luscious body, my penis 
threatened to betray me. With a giggle, she looked up at me, rose 
up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks for rescuing me today," she said with a laugh as she 
pulled away.

-----

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.

-----

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.

-----

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When we woke, early that morning, the sun's first rays were 
peeking through the pines.

"Wake up, sleepy head," Mom said from beside me.

"It's too early," I moaned.

"I know it is, honey, but I don't want Erin to come back to the 
cabin and see us... together."

"I guess."

"Thank you for last night," she said, quietly disentangling 
herself from the sheets.

I smiled. "Thank you too."

She stood and reached down to pull me out of bed. I extended my 
hand and felt the warmth of her grasp. When I stood beside her, 
she looked up at me seriously.

"Thank you for your promise, Paul."

I nodded and smiled sadly.

She stood on tip-toe and gave me a quick, and chaste, kiss on the 
cheek.

"Now... do you know what you want for breakfast?" she asked 
cheerfully.

"Another couple hours of sleep?" I asked, yawning.

She frowned at me playfully.

I grinned at her, "Pancakes?"

"Pancakes it is!"

"I'm gonna take a shower first," I said.

"With no hot water?"

"You'd be surprised how fast you get used to it," I replied 
glibly.

"Okay. Breakfast'll be ready in about 15 minutes."

"Thanks."

She opened the cabin door and pushed open the screen door. I 
watched for a while as she walked down the hill, then turned to 
take a shower. The water was cold, and shocking, and just what I 
really needed. It cleared my head quickly. I lathered and rinsed 
hastily, not wanting to spend too much time under the cold spray.

I dried off, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and headed down to 
the clubhouse.

-----

The damage from the storm wasn't as bad as the one from two weeks 
before. There were the usual pine needles and small branches, but 
nothing larger than my index finger. While it had rained just as 
hard, there hadn't been high winds.

The day was shaping up to be a beautiful one, not a cloud in the 
sky and cooler after the storm. After our early breakfast, I shot 
a couple of games of pool by myself. Mom had gone up to the cabin 
to get her toiletries and when she came back, I enjoyed watching 
her lather herself up in the open shower area opposite the game 
tables.

After a couple of games, Gina and her mom came in. Gina saw me 
and came over to talk and I stopped playing.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself," I said with a smile.

She grinned bashfully.

"I really had a lot of fun yesterday."

"Me too."

Her shy grin threatened to melt me. I wanted to tell her that I 
wanted to do it again. Immediately. In my mind, I relived the hug 
she'd given me yesterday, enjoying every nuance of the memory.

"What?" she asked, seeing my expression change.

It was my turn to grin bashfully. "Nothing."

"Oh."

"You wanna play?" I asked, indicating the table.

"Yeah."

"Gina?" her mom called from across the clubhouse.

She pouted, beautifully, and shrugged. "Yeah, I do want to play, 
but I can't. I gotta go grocery shopping with my mom."

Opening my mouth to speak, I froze. She looked at me expectantly, 
and I shut it again with a grin, blushing. "Have fun."

She nodded, resigned. Then her face brightened. "See you when I 
get back?"

I smiled quickly, bobbing my head enthusiastically.

She grinned again and turned towards her expectant mother, 
tossing her hair and waving over her shoulder.

I returned to my game, mostly. I might have been hitting the cue 
ball, but the entire time I was watching Gina. She was so 
beautiful that my heart ached. I kept thinking about what Mom had 
told me. Thinking and hoping. Hoping and thinking.

I hung around the clubhouse a while after Gina and her mom left, 
and eventually decided to head down to the lake. Manfred and 
Jenny were nowhere to be found, so I decided I'd see what kind of 
fun I could find by myself.

-----

I was walking down the hill when I met Susan coming the other 
way.

"Morning," she said brightly.

"Hi. Sorry I never made it back yesterday."

"It's no problem. How'd your mom take the news?"

"She wasn't real happy," I said, "but there wasn't much she could 
do about it. So I guess we'll see Dad on Tuesday. Are you looking 
for Mom?"

She shook her head. "I was actually looking for you."

"Me?"

"Mmm hmm. I wanted to see if you'd help me clean up the 
courtyard. You interested?"

"You mean clean up the courtyard as in sweep up and generally 
straighten things up? Or clean up the courtyard as in...," I asked, 
making a vague gesture with my hands, "something else?"

She grinned mischievously. "Maybe a little of both?"

"That's cool and all," I said, "and I'm happy to help clean 
things up. But can we maybe talk instead?"

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern coloring her voice.

"Yeah, I think so," I said. "I've just got a lot on my mind, and 
you're the only person I can talk to about most of it."

She put her arm through mine and turned me towards her house. We 
walked the entire way there in silence. I guess she had decided 
to let me start where I wanted to. When we got to her house, I 
noticed idly that the courtyard did indeed need a good picking-
up. But we went straight into the house. The cool of the air 
conditioning was subdued because the air temperature outside was 
lower than usual, but it still felt good to get in out of the 
humidity.

"You want something to drink?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"C'mon back?" She indicated the back of the house.

I nodded and followed her to her bedroom. She left the door open 
but gestured for me to have a seat. I sat on the edge of the bed 
while she crawled up to sit cross-legged on one side. She did 
keep her bikini bottoms on, I noticed, which gave me the feeling 
that she was taking me seriously.

I absent-mindedly scooted up the bed and lay down next to her. I 
was already thinking about how to begin. As I lay back, I tried 
to compose my thoughts.

"I'm sorry about not coming back yesterday. I wanted to, but..." I 
knew I was stalling. But it seemed a good enough place to start.

"I understand," she said gently.

"After I told Mom about Dad, she fixed me lunch. And then Gina 
found me, and she and I, and Manfred and Jenny, went hiking. And 
then when we got back it was dinnertime, and then, well..."

"I wondered what had happened to you, but I figured you'd get 
back here when you could."

I nodded and then lapsed into a contemplative silence. And then, 
almost suddenly, I said, "Mom and I had sex last night." Out of 
the corner of my eye I could see the surprise on her face. "Erin 
was staying with the Jordans, and... well... it just sorta happened."

I told her about everything. She listened quietly, just letting 
me get my story out. She didn't interrupt or fidget or ask 
questions. Laying there in Susan's bed, telling her about the 
events of the night before was sort of a catharsis for me. A way 
for me to come to terms with the changes in my life that had 
occurred so rapidly. After I finished telling her, we both sat 
there in silence for several minutes. She knew I'd speak when I 
was ready.

"I think she's right," I said quietly.

"About what?"

"About the two of us not having sex." Susan knew I was talking 
about Mom, not her.

"Why do you think she's right?"

"I can't explain it really. I saw the look in her eyes. I heard 
her voice. I knew." I looked at Susan, trying to will her to 
understand.

She nodded.

"A lot of people say doing this or that is wrong, but they can't 
tell you why it's wrong. You know?"

She nodded again.

"I guess there are some things that aren't really wrong in 
general, but they're wrong for the people involved. Does that 
make sense?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I know she enjoyed last night, but I also know that she couldn't 
have sex with me. I don't know how I know that, but I just do," I 
said softly. "I mean, she told me she couldn't, but I know it 
now. I mean really know it. You know?" I paused for a moment to 
collect my thoughts. "Am I making any sense at all?!" I asked, 
looking at her pleadingly.

When I looked up at Susan, I saw that she had tears in her eyes. 
I didn't understand why, but I smiled up at her and put my palm 
against her cheek. She closed her eyes, squeezing a single tear 
out of each one, and put her own hand over mine.

"Sometimes I forget how young you are," she said in a voice thick 
with emotion. Then she opened her eyes and wiped her face, 
sniffling.

"And I think I know what you meant when you were trying to tell 
me," I continued, "about the difference between loving someone 
and being in love with someone." I was silent for a moment, 
thinking about it. "I love Mom, and I love you, but I don't think 
I'm in love," I said. "I thought I was, but now I'm not so sure."

Susan smiled at me again and put her hand on my shoulder. Neither 
of us moved or spoke for several minutes. My thoughts were a 
chaotic mess. I was trying to sort out my feelings for Mom and 
Susan, not to mention Gina, or Stacy.

"Why do you think Stacy likes me so much?" I suddenly blurted 
out, thinking about the young woman.

"What makes you ask that?" Susan asked, blinking at the apparent 
non sequitur.

"I dunno. She really does like me, I think. She said that I make 
her feel safe."

"Probably because you're not a man," Susan said.

I frowned. "Huh?"

"All the men in her life have been complete shits. She's been 
beaten down, but she's come out the other side pretty strong."

I nodded.

"And I think she reached a time in her life when she needed a 
man, but she was afraid of getting hurt. So you're perfect for 
her."

"I don't understand."

"Well... It's probably a lot more complicated that this, but 
basically you're nice to her, you don't treat her badly, and 
you've got the right equipment."

I blinked at her, still confused.

"You remember when she said she thought she hated men?"

I nodded.

"But she realized that she didn't really?"

I nodded again.

"I think she wanted the man, wanted the sex, but didn't want the 
kind of man she'd had in her life. So you're not yet a man, an 
adult man," she hastily corrected, "but you can give her what she 
needs right now. And she doesn't feel threatened."

"So she's afraid of men, but she's not afraid of me?"

"Basically, yes. I think."

"But I'm a man too. Or I'm close enough," I said with a touch of 
indignation.

"Yes, you are," she said, smiling at me. "But you're not the kind 
of man that she knew before. You're not like Randy, or her 
father."

"So she just likes the sex?" I asked.

"You tell me!"

She was teasing me with her eyes and I blushed furiously.

"No, I think it's more than that. But I don't know if she 
realizes it yet," Susan said. "I think you're showing her that 
there are caring and thoughtful men out there in the world. 
That's important to her, whether she realizes it or not."

I blushed again.

Susan grinned at me wryly. "Didn't realize that screwing her 
brains out was actually important, did you?!"

I think I blushed two or three shades deeper.

"And speaking of screwing someone's brains out," she said, 
lifting her hips to slide her bikini bottoms off. "If you're done 
talking, I think I need to have a certain helpful young man screw 
my brains out."

"As a matter of fact, I wasn't done talking yet, thank you very 
much," I said with as much feigned tartness as I could.

She saw that I was teasing and stuck out her tongue at me. And I 
was teasing, mostly. I'd wanted to talk to her about Gina, but I 
decided that that conversation could wait until later.

Susan quickly moved around towards my legs, leaned forward, and 
wrapped her warm lips around my still-flaccid penis. She could 
easily fit the whole thing in her mouth, and did so quickly. As 
her tongue danced over my sensitive dick, however, I quickly 
became aroused. In seconds, I was completely hard and she was 
teasing me with her mouth.

I raised my head and looked down at her. Her lips forming an "O" 
around the head of my penis, she locked eyes with me and winked. 
She was in a teasing mood, and I suddenly wasn't.

I waited for her to take me completely in her mouth, but she 
didn't. She kept circling my glans with her tongue. I jerked my 
hips up at her, trying to get her to swallow more of my erection. 
I looked down my torso at her and she winked at me again.

Sitting up quickly, I grasped her shoulders. I unceremoniously 
pulled her up the bed and rolled her onto her back. The whole 
time, she was grinning at me. I don't know why my mood had 
suddenly shifted, but all I wanted to do now was to fuck her. And 
when all she wanted to do was tease me, I guess I kind of 
snapped.

"You know what happens when you tease me?" I asked, lifting her 
ankle and kneeling between her now-spread legs.

"Tease you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as innocently as 
she could.

"Yes. Tease me," I said, grasping the base of my penis and aiming 
it at her pussy.

"Was I teasing you?"

I growled and rammed my erection into her. Her eyes flew wide and 
her mouth opened in surprise. I withdrew and quickly slammed into 
her again. As she stared at me, still in shock, I began slamming 
into her.

"Sometimes..."

Slam.

"I'm..."

Slam. 

 "Not..."

Slam. 

 "In..."

Slam. 

 "The..."

Slam. 

"Mood."

Susan closed her eyes and bit her lip, my sustained thrusts 
jarring her against the pillows behind her head. Without slowing 
my pace, I grabbed her ankles and raised them over my shoulders, 
spreading her wider and tilting her hips up to meet my thrusts.

She was now moaning each time I penetrated her. I kept ramming 
myself into her as I pushed her legs back further, folding her 
almost in half. Holding them with my arms, I leaned forward and 
continued pounding into her, burying my dick all the way to the 
root with each stroke.

Her face was a mask of pleasure as I pounded my cock into her, 
hell-bent on coming within the depths of her pussy. Her moaning 
was almost constant, punctuated only as I slammed into her and 
knocked the breath from her lungs. Finally, I felt my imminent 
release and thrust into her one final time. With a moan of my 
own, I came. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as spurt after 
spurt of my semen filled her.

We lay like that, her bent nearly double beneath me, for a few 
minutes, simply panting from the intensity of our coupling. 
Finally, I lifted first one arm and then the other, letting her 
straighten her legs somewhat. I was still fairly hard, and still 
buried inside her.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "Sorry. I don't know where that came 
from," I said sheepishly.

"Mmmmm. I don't care where it came from. I enjoyed it." With 
that, she clamped her legs around my hips, holding me against 
her. "I love feeling you inside me," she said with a languid 
smile.

As if my energy had drained out of me through my penis, I 
suddenly felt my arms go rubbery. I quickly pulled my knees up to 
get a better base and virtually collapsed on top of her. I felt 
her nipples poke my chest as I slid my forearms under her 
shoulders and supported myself on my knees and elbows. Susan 
wrapped her arms around me and I dropped my head into the hollow 
of her neck, still breathing heavily.

We stayed like that for many minutes, simply enjoying the contact 
between our bodies.

Eventually, Susan broke the spell.

"I love the way you stay so hard inside me," she said.

I lifted my head and gazed down into her eyes. "You do?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Then you should definitely like this," I said, and began rocking 
my hips back and forth.

Because of the position we were in, I couldn't get much travel. 
And because of the angle, I couldn't get very deep. But what I 
could do seemed to excite her. Susan closed her eyes again and 
breathed deeply through her nose, her lips closed tightly with 
pleasure.

My cock quickly returned to full hardness as I gently thrust 
within her, a marked contrast compared to the pounding I'd only 
recently administered. She clutched me tightly and began 
thrusting her hips up to meet my strokes. I heard her ragged 
breathing in my ear as her pleasure built towards its climax.

I felt her pussy begin to contract around my cock, and I began 
thrusting against her clenching muscles as hard as I could. With 
an explosive moan, she tightened her legs around my hips and 
thrust against me one final time. Her pussy clenched around my 
shaft and sent me over the edge. Though it was less intense than 
my earlier orgasm, I closed my eyes tightly and rode the waves of 
pleasure flowing from my penis.

Susan's pussy spasmed again, seeming to milk my penis and then 
she relaxed, breathing heavily. My erection, having done its 
pleasurable duty twice, finally began to shrink.

I pushed myself up on my arms, pulled my knees forward, then sat 
back on my haunches. I looked down to where our bodies were still 
joined, amazed at how swollen and pink her labia were. I marveled 
at the sight of my penis splitting her open, her inner lips puffy 
and pink as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to withdraw my 
diminishing erection from her pussy. Susan moaned again as my 
softening length slid out of her.

When the tip of my penis finally eased free of her grasping 
pussy, a gush of our combined juices trickled from her swollen 
lips, running down to pool on the bedspread. Once again, I had 
literally filled her to overflowing with my come. I put my palms 
on her up-thrust knees and smiled at her. She smiled drowsily in 
return.

I rolled to the side and flopped onto my back next to her. Susan 
rolled over, lifted my arm around her shoulders, pressed herself 
against my side, and lay her head on my chest. We stayed like 
that for a long, languorous, wonderful time.

-----

I don't know how long we dozed together, but when I opened my 
eyes, I could tell it was early afternoon. I felt Susan stirring 
next to me and turned to look at her. She blinked her eyes open, 
yawned sheepishly, and then smiled at me.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"You feel like a shower?"

I nodded. Even though I'd taken a shower earlier, I'd already 
learned something important at the tender age of 15. If an 
attractive woman asks if you'd like to take a shower with her, 
there really is only one answer. Yes.

In addition to a large bathtub, Susan had a walk-in shower in her 
master bathroom. It was quite a bit larger than the shower in the 
hall bathroom. When I looked around, I marveled at the number of 
bottles that she had on her counter and in the shower. There were 
soaps, lotions, creams, oils, and a host of other products. I 
realized with a rueful grin that smooth skin and healthy hair 
actually took quite a bit of effort.

Susan turned on the water and stepped into the large stall. I 
stepped in after her and closed the door behind us. She 
luxuriated under the warm spray, letting it sluice over her neck 
and shoulders. With a guilty smile, she stepped aside so I could 
immerse myself.

When we finished the shower, she opened the door and grabbed two 
large, fluffy bath towels. I noticed with a wry smile that the 
towels in her bathroom were much nicer than the ones in the hall 
bathroom. We stepped out of the shower and I eyed the bathtub. 
Susan noticed the direction of my glance and arched an eyebrow at 
me.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Okay."

"Well, maybe..." I said.

She grinned at me and I blushed.

"Do you shave every day?"

She nodded.

"Do you think, maybe... um... Maybe one day, that... um... I could
try?"

"If you'd like," she said.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Sunday," she said thoughtfully. "I like to take a nice long bath 
on Sunday."

I nodded enthusiastically again.

We finished toweling off and Susan smiled at me.

"I have to get some work done" she said seriously. "I've got a 
meeting with my accountant next week and I have a lot of 
paperwork to get ready. So you," she said with an insouciant 
grin, "need to go do whatever it is you do when you're not 
satisfying my desires."

I grinned at her like an idiot.

"Run along now," she said with mock sternness. "Shoo!"

Still grinning like the village half-wit, I gave her a quick kiss 
on the cheek and headed for the door.

The rest of that day was as normal as they come. Manfred, Jenny, 
and Gina were at the lake. They had co-opted the raft for 
themselves and I quickly joined them. We spent the rest of the 
afternoon just being teenagers. With all that had happened in my 
life I really enjoyed being a kid, if only for a few hours.

-----

The next day, Saturday, several new families arrived. I knew some 
of them, because they had kids my age, but not all. There were 
three families that I didn't know that well, if at all; all with 
younger kids. For the most part, they were average people with 
average kids, boys and girls, from about age three to eight.

The one couple that stood out among this influx were Kevin and 
Leigh. They had been here the year before, and both of them stood 
out. Kevin was short; shorter than me. And he looked like an 
accountant, with glasses and a crew cut. Every time I looked at 
him, I chuckled to myself and wondered where his pocket protector 
was. The thing that really stood out about him, however, was his 
dick. Even soft, it was bigger than mine when I was hard. I could 
only imagine what it would look like when he was erect. Needless 
to say, Terri Dunbar (the short blond from under the counter) was 
very friendly with him.

Where Kevin was short and kind of nerdish, his wife Leigh was 
another matter entirely. She was a petite, beautiful redhead, 
less than five feet tall. Her flaming red hair fell in waves over 
her shoulders, with a flaming red triangle of pubic hair to go 
with it. She had the fair complexion and green eyes to match, and 
seemed to use sun block in gallon lots. She didn't tan so much as 
her freckles grew together. Leigh, for all her petite stature, 
had just about the biggest breasts I'd ever seen on a women her 
size. They looked like rocket nose cones, with large areolas and 
very pronounced nipples. If she weighed 110 pounds, I'd be 
shocked; and I think a substantial portion of that would've been 
her boobs.

Kevin and Leigh were nice people, had really well-behaved kids, 
and most everyone liked them. I liked them, they had always 
talked to me like an adult. But I couldn't help staring at either 
of them whenever I got the chance. Wow!

There were two other families who arrived that day. They had kids 
my age, and had been to the camp before, so I knew them both.

Tom and Myra had twins, a boy and a girl, named Thomas and 
Theresa. Myra was a willowy blond who looked like she was only a 
few steps away from being a flower child. She was really sweet, 
but she always talked to me like I was on the same weird planet 
she was. It didn't really bother me all that much, though; she 
talked to everyone like that. Thomas and Theresa, 14, both looked 
like Myra. They were fun to hang around with if I couldn't find 
Manfred or Gina, but they had this annoying habit of finishing 
each other's sentences.

The other family was the Paytons, Adam and Melissa. Adam was a 
tall, beefy cop. He and his family always came to camp in their 
Winnebago. Adam's wife Melissa was taller than me, with straight 
brown hair and amazing breasts. They looked like something out of 
a Vargas painting; large, round, and firm. Their daughter, 
Kendall, looked just like a younger version of her mother; tall, 
with lustrous brown hair, large breasts, and long, long legs. I 
didn't know exactly how old Kendall was, I guessed 18 or 19, but 
she was about the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.

Way out of my league.

Their son Drew was 14. He was actually pretty cool to hang out 
with; when we could pry him away from the 13-year-old girls. As 
soon as their RV pulled up in front of the clubhouse, Erin and 
Trish were off like shots, to find Jill and Leah.

The fact that the whole family was just really attractive always 
kind of put me off. They were nice enough people, I guess 
(although Adam kind of scared me), but I just never talked to 
them much. Kendall was one of those girls that you worship from 
afar, Manfred and I both knew it. I much preferred the company of 
Gina, and I had no doubts about who Manfred would pick to spend 
time with.

For all the influx of people, that Saturday was a fairly normal 
day. I knew Susan was trying to get her paperwork together for 
her meeting, so I left her alone. I knew I'd see her on Sunday.

I was really looking forward to Sunday.

-----

The next morning, I was up early. I quickly headed down to the 
clubhouse and ate a bowl of cereal. I knew it was probably still 
too early to head over to Susan's, so I reluctantly goofed off in 
the clubhouse.

One of the year-round residents, Mr. Kershaw, got up real early 
on Sunday mornings and drove to town, where he'd buy a bunch of 
copies of the Sunday paper. When he returned to the camp, he'd 
deliver them to some of the other full-time residents and leave 
the remainder in the clubhouse for everyone else.

I picked up one of the papers and sat at a back table, reading 
about the world outside the camp. I found, however, that I was 
doing more people-watching than reading. I don't know why, but 
I'd always enjoyed watching people go about their everyday lives.

Finally, I judged that it was time to head over to Susan's. I 
tried to be nonchalant about it, but I think I must've made it 
from the clubhouse to her house in record time.

Susan answered the door when I knocked and quickly invited me.

"Morning," she said.

I just grinned.

"My, aren't we eager this morning?"

I blushed, nodding enthusiastically.

Susan laughed at the expression on my face. I was in too good a 
mood to be put off by her teasing.

"C'mon back, then. I'll run the bath."

When I got to her bedroom, I saw the remains of a bagel and a 
glass of juice on her bed stand. The unmade bed was covered with 
this morning's newspaper.

"Mr. Kershaw brings you a newspaper?" I asked, then mentally 
kicked myself. Of course he'd bring her a paper, you idiot, I 
thought to myself.

"Mmm hmm," she said, already headed for the bathroom.

Her bathtub was a large cast-iron affair with big claw and ball 
feet. She adjusted the water temperature and filled it only a 
little before she called me into the bathroom.

"Here you go," she said, handing me a disposable razor, fresh 
from the pack. "I think it'll be easier for you to shave me if 
the tub's not full yet. You go ahead and get in first, by the 
spigot."

I quickly obliged her, sinking into the warm water slowly filling 
the tub. I spread my legs as she climbed in and slowly leaned 
back against the back of the tub. As she settled in, she reached 
over to the stand next to the tub and retrieved a bottle of bath 
oil. She poured a little into the slowly rising water. With her 
hand, she roiled the water and then wet her pussy.

With the water nice and sudsy between us, she looked up at me. 
"It's easier to do this by feel than by sight," she said, taking 
my hand and placing it against her mons.

I gently ran my fingers over her flesh, and I could feel the 
slight stubble of growth. I nodded and she continued.

"Make sure the razor is wet before you start. Press down firmly 
enough to do the trick; you only want to go over each area a 
couple of times. Don't press too hard though, just enough to make 
good contact."

I nodded again.

"First, feel the area with your fingertips, to tell which 
direction the hair is growing. Shave with the hair on the first 
pass, then against the growth on the second. Then, feel it with 
your fingertips again, you'll be able to tell if you got 
everything. Okay?"

I nodded, grinning in anticipation.

Susan laughed in tolerant amusement then lifted her hips out of 
the water.

I wet the razor, as directed, and began shaving the top of her 
mons. I felt along afterward and could easily tell that I hadn't 
pressed down hard enough. I guess that was better than pressing 
down too hard. I made another pass with the razor and quickly 
felt that I'd done better this time.

I rinsed the razor out, like I'd seen my father do hundreds of 
times when I'd watched him shave, and drew it over her mons 
again. The second stroke was better, and I quickly got the hang 
of it. In short order, I had her mons shaved smooth.

"Be careful shaving my labia," Susan cautioned. "The easiest 
thing to do is to shave down the sides, and then out from the 
slit."

I nodded and resumed. Her labia were much trickier, but I soon 
had them as smooth as her mons. I shaved all the way down past 
her labia, almost to her ass, and then ran my hand over her 
entire pussy. I felt a few spots that I'd missed, and quickly 
took care of them.

When I pulled back and looked up, Susan smiled at me and ran her 
own hand over her freshly-shaved pussy.

"Pretty good," she said, clearly impressed. "Normally, I do this 
at the end of a nice hot bath. The hot water makes the hair 
softer. You did a really good job, though."

I chuckled to myself. I had plans for her pussy, I didn't want to 
nick it up.

Susan took the razor from my hands and looked at me with a 
mischievous expression.

"Want me to do you?" she asked.

"Uh... well... um...," I stammered.

Her serious expression split into a wide grin and she laughed at 
me. A look of chagrin on my face, I closed my mouth with a clomp. 
She laughed again and set the razor on the stand.

"You are just so much fun to tease," she said, still grinning.

I blushed.

"Now, turn up the water a little," she said, reaching for more 
bath oil.

I did, and we soon had the water up around our stomachs. Susan 
picked up the razor again and shook it in the water. Without 
warning, she raised her right leg and began shaving herself, 
beginning at her ankles. I watched, wordlessly, as she 
efficiently shaved her legs, then her underarms.

"Sure you don't want me to do you next?" she asked, unable to 
keep the mirth from creeping into her voice.

I shook my head emphatically. She only grinned at me, and 
replaced the razor on the stand.

The stand had a small towel rack on it, and Susan reached over to 
retrieve a washcloth. She soaked it in the warm water and 
lathered it up with a bar of soap. She quickly washed herself, 
teasing her nipples to erection as she made eye contact with me.

When she finished, she rinsed the cloth and lathered it up again. 
She scooted forward in the tub and began to wash my arms and 
shoulders. She washed down my torso, and I wondered for the 
thousandth time why she was doing this.

Not the bath; all of it.

As she washed my legs, I looked at her face, a mask of 
concentration.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, finally speaking my thoughts 
aloud.

She stopped moving the washcloth and looked up. "Hmm?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"I thought you wanted to take a bath with me," she said.

"No, that's not what I mean," I said, trying to keep exasperation 
at bay. "Why me?"

She reached out and grabbed my flaccid penis. "Mmm. Because I 
don't have one of these," she said, pulling on me.

"I'm serious," I said, pulling out of her grasp. "Why me?" She 
looked at me a moment in shock, then she realized I was indeed 
serious. "Why not someone older? Or more experienced? Or 
thinner?" I asked almost dejectedly, looking down at myself.

"Oh, Paul," she said and slid towards me. She put her hands on my 
forearms and looked at me earnestly.

"Or is this just something you do?" I asked bitterly, blinking 
back tears.

"Paul, look at me."

I raised my head defiantly.

She smiled gently and said, "You should know me well enough by 
now. This is not 'just something I do.'"

I looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. I 
blinked to clear my eyes and sniffled.

"And as for why you," she said with a shrugged, "I can't really 
explain that. Why not someone older? I don't know, really. I just 
know that I haven't been attracted to anyone else."

I felt my heart sink in shame at doubting her, then swell as I 
comprehended her words.

"Why not someone more experienced?" she asked. All the sudden, 
she laughed. I looked up at her, tears welling anew. "You were 
just so cute," she quickly said with a gentle smile of 
reassurance. "You were trying to act like a man, trying to be so 
serious. Yet you had this constant hard-on."

I looked at her and blinked, sniffling again.

"Why not someone more experienced?" she repeated. "You had this 
expression of wonder on your face, like I was the most beautiful 
woman you'd ever seen." She shrugged, smiling. "Besides, seeing 
how you reacted to me, how your body reacted, was very... 
attractive. Women like to know they're appreciated," she said 
simply. "Trust me, as long as you're not being obnoxious about 
it, most women like to know that they're attractive. And your 
constant erection sure did that for me. It was very exciting."

I finally smiled at her. It was a wan smile, but a smile 
nonetheless.

"And why not someone thinner?" she asked tenderly. "It wasn't 
your body that attracted me to you. Although I'm very attracted 
to it," she quickly amended. "And if I wanted just this," she 
said, suddenly grasping my limp member, "I could get one just 
about anywhere I wanted." She grinned and squeezed gently. "But 
what attracted me to you was this," she said, releasing me and 
touching her dripping fingers against my forehead. "And this." 
She moved her hand and held it flat against my chest.

"But you know what really got me?" she asked. "What really made 
me begin to look at you in a new way?"

I sniffled and shook my head.

"Two things," she said. "First, the way you touched me the day we 
found the photo albums." She closed her eyes and took a deep 
breath. "You were so afraid to touch me, yet you weren't." She 
smiled, remembering.

I looked at her in shocked puzzlement.

She grinned and continued, "Second, you came on the mirror."

I looked at her in confusion.

She opened her eyes, bright with emotion. "When you were running 
your hands over my body, I was on fire. There are so many parts 
of a woman's body that are sensitive. Most guys go for the tits 
or the pussy, nothing else. When you ran your fingers over my 
neck, I almost came right then," she said, closing her eyes and 
smiling at the memory. "The way you touched me... Mmmmm."

She took a deep, ragged breath. She exhaled quickly and her eyes 
popped open. She shook her head and smiled at me.

I was still confused, and it showed. "I came on the mirror?"

She laughed brightly. "I guess you wouldn't know about that," she 
said.

I shook my head.

"That first day you worked here, when you went into the bathroom 
to masturbate..."

I nodded.

"When you came, you shot all over the vanity mirror," she said.

I furiously thought back to that first day, horrified.

She laughed at the expression on my face. "I could tell you'd 
cleaned up quite a bit, I think there was half a box of tissues 
in the trash can," she said, her eyes still laughing at me. "But 
I guess because you were in such a hurry you missed it. There 
were these huge splatters of your come on the mirror. Pretty high 
up too," she said, giggling again. "I guess I was... impressed... by 
your...," she smiled wickedly at me, "enthusiasm."

I wanted to drown myself in the bath. I thought back and realized 
with growing horror that I hadn't even looked at myself in the 
mirror before I'd rushed out of the bathroom.

"It's okay," Susan said earnestly, snapping me out of my 
embarrassed train of thought. "I thought it was cute," she said, 
making sure I was paying attention, "and very sexy."

I blinked at her and she nodded. Suddenly my mouth was dry, and I 
was so ashamed that I'd doubted her. She saw my expression change 
and slid forward further, the water sloshing around us. She 
leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me towards 
her.

"You are so special to me, Paul," she said. "I do love you very 
much."

I wrapped my arms around her in return and hugged. My emotions 
finally overcame my self-control and I felt hot tears sliding 
down my cheeks. Susan just hugged me tightly and rocked back and 
forth, gently crooning.

I blinked the tears out of my eyes and sniffled. "I love you 
too," I croaked.

She pushed me back and looked into my red-rimmed eyes. Smiling 
tenderly, she closed her eyes. I watched, uncomprehending, as she 
slowly leaned towards me. She tilted her head to the side and I 
barely had time to close my mouth before her lips met mine. Her 
kiss was light and lingering, and if I hadn't been as shocked as 
I was, I would've tried to return it better.

She pulled back, her eyes still closed, and I felt her hands 
close around my penis. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a 
mischievous grin brightening her face. She gently massaged my 
penis and I realized that the water had gone tepid.

She raised her eyebrows and gave me a critical look. I sniffled 
again and blinked at her.

"I think you'll live," she said.

I sniffled again and blushed, nodding and grinning.

We unstoppered the tub and stood to dry off. When we'd hung our 
towels on the bar, Susan reached out and led me back into the 
bedroom by my dick. With a quick sweep of her arm, she cleared 
the papers from the bed and pulled aside the covers.

She pushed me back on the bed and quickly crawled between my legs 
as I scooted into the center. Taking my penis in her mouth, I 
quickly became erect for her. She bobbed her head up and down on 
my shaft, gently fondling my balls with her right hand.

When I was good and hard, and slick with her saliva, she crawled 
up and positioned herself over me. With one deft motion, she 
steadied my erection and sank onto it. Her pussy was on fire, and 
very, very wet.

She started rocking back and forth on me, but soon I was 
thrusting up into her with powerful strokes. She bent over me, 
her breasts pressed against my chest, arms clutching me tightly, 
her face buried in the hollow of my neck.

I didn't last long, and as I came, I felt the emotions of earlier 
draining out of me. All my doubts, all my fears, all my worries 
disappeared as I shot my semen into her. I knew that she loved 
me. Me!

When I finished spurting, we quietly held each other close for a 
few minutes until our breathing returned to normal.

Finally, she eased forward and I slid out of her. She rolled to 
my side and I put my arm around her. We were soon dozing 
peacefully.

-----

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Later that Sunday afternoon, I was lying in one of our lounge 
chairs and simply enjoying not having anything to do. I felt a 
shadow fall across me and opened my eyes slowly. When I looked 
up, I saw Gina's sun-haloed figure.

"Wanna go for a swim?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Sure."

She trotted down to the edge of the lake, where it was perhaps 
four feet deep, and dived gracefully into the water. She 
resurfaced several yards further out, swimming confidently 
towards the unoccupied raft.

I chased after her and barely caught up with her, both of us 
reaching the raft at the same time. Bobbing in the water, her 
black hair slicked back and shining in the afternoon sun, her 
white teeth flashed at me in a smile. She didn't climb out 
immediately, instead steadying herself with a hand on the raft, 
easily treading water with the other.

"Jenny and Manfred want to go on another hike tomorrow morning."

I arched my eyebrows.

"Jenny's mom won't let her go unless you and I go too."

I nodded.

She waited. "Well?" she finally asked.

"Well what?" I asked.

"Well, do you wanna go with me, or not?" she said, tolerant 
exasperation clear on her face.

"Oh! Yeah. Of course."

She gave me a look of extraordinary patience. "Jenny wants to 
pack a picnic lunch," she said.

"Sure. That'd be cool."

"You're such a goof," she said, shaking her head in mock sadness. 
"But you're a cute goof."

I grinned broadly and she splashed me in the face, quickly 
ducking under the water to make her getaway. I sputtered and 
ducked after her, swimming under the raft towards the shallow end 
of the lake. I let her beat me there and she quickly climbed up 
onto the grass.

The far side of the lake was about a hundred yards from the 
sunbathers on the hillside, and it was deserted. As I waded 
towards her in the ever-shallower water, she lay back on the 
grass and propped herself up on her elbows, crossing her legs 
coquettishly.

She glistened with diamond droplets of water, dark complexion 
tanned darker still, and her breasts were flattened to the sides 
of her chest, nipples still erect from the chill of the water. I 
stepped up onto the brick coping of the lake and looked down at 
her in frank admiration. She smiled up at me and then, with a 
look of supreme indifference, gently shook her wet hair. I joined 
her on the grass, propped up on my elbows to her right. She 
looked over and smiled at me.

"You're still a goof," she said lightly, closing her eyes and 
basking in the afternoon sun.

I smiled the smile of an incredibly content goof, and closed my 
eyes as well.

-----

The next morning, after breakfast, Gina and Jenny fixed a picnic 
lunch. Manfred and I packed blankets, towels, and water bottles 
in his backpack. He also grabbed his sunscreen and I went looking 
for some suntan oil. Manfred dug out an additional backpack, and 
when the girls were finished making lunch, we packed it with the 
food. I pulled four Cokes from our refrigerator, wrapped them in 
a hand towel, and put them in the pack with lunch.

Manfred shouldered the pack with the blankets and towels and I 
slipped my arms through the one with our lunch. Manfred then 
showed me how to tighten up the straps to make the pack more 
comfortable, and we set off toward the lake.

"I was talking to my dad," Manfred said as we were rounding the 
feeder lake, "and he said there was an abandoned quarry up one of 
the other streams, towards the back of the lake."

"Yeah?" I asked breathlessly, trying to keep up with his long-
legged stride.

"He said it was four to five miles up that way," he said pointing 
towards the ridge on the far side of the lake. "He said the water 
is deep and clear, and should be good for swimming."

"Okay," I said. "That work for you girls?" I turned my head, and 
Gina and Jenny nodded.

We crossed our stream from earlier in the week and then came upon 
a second one. Manfred turned up the hill to follow the 
watercourse, then crossed it when it got narrow enough. We 
quickly formed a single file and headed up the slope, Manfred in 
the lead, followed by Jenny, then Gina, with me bringing up the 
rear. Half the fun of the upcoming hike, I thought to myself, was 
going to be watching Gina's shapely ass as we climbed towards the 
quarry.

-----

The hike itself only took about two hours. The trek wasn't all 
that steep in most places, and, by Manfred's estimate, we quickly 
covered more than five miles. We could see the trees opening up 
ahead of us for several minutes before we reached the edge of the 
quarry. Once we did, we all stopped and merely stared, catching 
out breath.

The quarry lake was actually fairly small, only about a hundred 
yards across. Halfway around the rim, the rock wall had crumbled 
into the lake itself, and there were large boulders sticking out 
of the serene water.

The far wall was much higher than the edge we were standing on, 
and was streaked with deposits from the trees and soil above. In 
the middle of the wall itself, there was a tall waterfall, where 
a stream suddenly emptied into the quarry lake.

The stream we had been following up the hill disappeared around 
the shoulder of the hill to our left. When we had seen the trees 
opening up ahead of us, Manfred had left the watercourse and 
headed towards the quarry itself. As we walked around the rim of 
the quarry to the left, we could see that the stream poured from 
the lake where the rim wall had crumbled. The rocks were jagged 
and startlingly white in the late morning sun.

"We can climb down here," Manfred said, pointing to the jumbled 
slope leading down to the stream. "Then that big flat-top rock," 
he said, pointing, "is where we can lay out."

With that, he began climbing down the rocky slope to the boulders 
forming islands in the lake. Jenny quickly followed him. With a 
shrug in my direction, Gina started down after them and I 
followed.

It took a few good leaps to make it out to the flat-top rock, but 
we easily reached it in a few minutes. Manfred stripped off his 
pack and began untying his shoes, the rest of us following suit.

"Wait right here," Manfred said, cautioning us. "I'll check to 
see how deep it is."

He quickly climbed down the sloping back side of the rock and was 
in the water with barely a splash. From the straight front edge 
of the large boulder, I watched as he swam around until he was 
directly underneath me. Then, his legs kicking in the air for a 
moment, he dived straight down.

For a minute, only bubbles returned to the surface. I was just 
starting to worry when I saw him coming back to the surface. His 
head and shoulders shot out of the water, and with a sputter and 
great breath, he grinned up at us.

"It's deep," he said, treading water easily. "About 12 feet right 
here, much deeper out toward the center of the lake."

With that, he swam back to the sloping side of the boulder and 
quickly joined us, dripping and grinning.

Then, he looked at me and raised his eyebrows in challenge. Two 
quick steps took him to the edge of the boulder, and with a 
powerful thrust of his long legs, he arced off the rock, diving 
towards the surface eight feet below. I quickly followed him, 
lifting my arms over my head and tucking my chin as I too arced 
towards the cool surface of the lake.

The water parted before my outstretched hands as I broke the 
surface and arrowed into the deeps at the base of the boulder. 
The water was surprisingly warm, not quite the intense, numbing 
cold of a spring-fed lake. With a whoosh, I breathed out through 
my nose and angled towards the surface above.

I came up right next to Manfred, both of us grinning. Up on the 
boulder, Gina and Jenny looked at each other and shrugged. With a 
laugh, they both dived off the boulder. Manfred and I watched 
them arc into the water, raising barely a splash as they both 
gracefully broke the surface.

When Jenny surfaced next to Manfred, I began to worry about Gina. 
What if she'd hit her head on the bottom? What if...?

What if she grabbed my ankle and pulled me under water? I 
sputtered to the surface again and came face to face with a 
laughing Gina. I looked over and Manfred was howling with 
laughter as well. Jenny had her hand in front of her mouth and 
was trying not to break into laughter of her own.

"Little man,"  Manfred said, gasping for air as he chortled 
ruthlessly, "you had the greatest look on your face!"

"Thanks," I said dryly, blinking water from my eyes. I quickly 
rounded on Gina and shoved her under the water.

A general melee ensued and Manfred and I ended up chasing the 
girls towards the middle of the lake. When we got there, Jenny 
pulled up and let Manfred catch her. Gina stopped too, and soon I 
was treading water beside her. We all decided to swim over to the 
waterfall, and set out with long, sure strokes.

It was fun swimming under the waterfall, like swimming in a very 
heavy rain. All we could do, however, was swim under it; the wall 
of the quarry was sheer, without even a handhold for climbing. 
After several minutes playing under the deluge, we decided that 
the waterfall was fun, but probably better viewed from afar.

"I'm starving," Manfred said suddenly, treading water to the side 
of the falling stream.

As soon as he said it, I realized that my belly was making 
neglected noises as well.

"What's for lunch?" he asked.

"Chicken-salad sandwiches and macaroni salad," Jenny answered, 
swimming over to him.

"Cool," he said, putting his arm around her and treading water 
with the other. "Last one there is a rotten egg!" With a strong 
kick, he was off.

Jenny quickly followed him. Gina rolled her eyes at me and I only 
shrugged in reply. Then we both set off at a stately pace across 
the lake, watching Manfred and Jenny pull away from us.

When we got back to the boulder with our stuff, Manfred and Jenny 
were already on the flat top, watching us as we both slowly swam 
around to the sloped side.

"For a little guy, you swim okay," Manfred said, teasing me.

"Yeah, well, for a tall freak of nature, you sure are clever," I 
replied, climbing up the boulder after Gina.

"I'm not a freak of nature," Manfred replied, putting his best 
hurt tone in his voice. "I'm tall, fair, and handsome."

"Tall, sunburned, and handsome is more like it," Jenny said, 
surprising us all. She reached down into Manfred's pack and 
pulled out the sun block, unceremoniously squirted a dab into her 
palm, and gestured for Manfred to bend over.

With a pained look in my direction, he did as instructed. I was 
barely able to conceal my glee at his predicament as Jenny rubbed 
sun block onto his cheeks, nose, and forehead.

When she was done, she and Gina started pulling out lunch from 
the second pack. We didn't even dry ourselves off; we simply sat 
on the warm granite of the boulder and ate our lunch, drying in 
the noonday sun.

Lunch was surprisingly good. The girls had fixed two sandwiches 
apiece for Manfred and me, and we had macaroni salad, carrot and 
celery sticks, and oranges for desert. We quickly devoured the 
meal.

"Mmm, that was very good," I said, licking orange juice off my 
lips. "Thanks girls."

Gina blushed and smiled. Jenny stared doe-eyed at Manfred, and 
Gina covertly rolled her eyes at me.

"I think we're gonna hike off our lunch," Manfred said, "and head 
around to see the top of the waterfall. You wanna go?"

Sensing that he and Jenny really wanted to be alone, I quickly 
demurred. "I think I'm gonna stay here and relax," I said.

"Me too," Gina said quickly. "You two go on without us."

"Suit yourself," Manfred said, and reached for one of the 
blankets from the pack. He didn't try to argue us out of staying, 
so I suspected my intuition was correct.

Gina and I quietly watched them until they were several hundred 
feet around the rim of the quarry.

"Sheesh," Gina said. "Did you see they way she looked at him?"

"Yeah," I said. "Gone. Completely gone." I shrugged. "Hey, as 
long as they're happy, I'm cool."

"I guess."

We sat in silence for a few moments, then Gina reached for the 
suntan oil.

"I am gonna lay out for a while," she said, popping the top on 
the bottle.

I watched, completely entranced, as she proceeded to oil herself. 
Watching her spread oil on her breasts, lifting each on up to get 
the underside too, I almost passed out. By the time I remembered 
to breathe, she had moved on to her flat stomach and then to her 
thighs.

When she was done -- a shining, oiled goddess -- she offered the 
bottle to me. I mutely shook my head and swallowed hard.

Gina merely raised her eyebrows and grinned at me. I blushed and 
returned her grin. She wrinkled her nose in thought and then gave 
me a speculative look.

"I think I changed my mind. I wanna lay on my front first. Will 
you do me?" she asked, holding up the bottle again.

Would I do her? Would I! I swallowed hard again and reached out 
to take the oil. She stood and spread out her towel on the warm 
surface of the rock, then lay down on her stomach.

I suddenly decided to go for broke, and stepped between her 
ankles. She merely folded her arms in front of her, lay her head 
on them, and spread her legs slightly.

I knelt between her calves and trembled. Before, when she had 
asked me to put oil on her back, she had already oiled her legs 
and ass. This time, she had only oiled her front before asking me 
to do her back.

"Want me to get your legs too?" I asked tentatively.

"Mmm hmm."

I squirted oil onto my palms and quickly had her calves covered. 
As my hands worked up her legs, I kept my eyes glued to the 
junction where her thighs met. Her dark pubic hair was easily 
visible, and if I looked hard enough, I was positive that I could 
spot her slit.

I gently ran my hands up the back of each thigh, stopping several 
inches short of the promised land. She sighed when I removed my 
hands. I squirted more oil into my left palm and then drew a deep 
breath.

I started by running my hands up the backs of her thighs again. 
Only this time, I didn't stop. I ran my hands over her tanned 
ass, running them over her hips, coating her with oil. I heard 
her moan, low in her throat, and I moved my hands back down to 
her thighs.

I spread the excess oil from her skin over the inside of her 
thighs, only an inch or two from her pussy. I heard her suck in 
her breath in surprise as my hands moved higher, but she quickly 
relaxed when I withdrew them and returned to her ass.

I couldn't linger as long as I wanted to, because then it would 
become obvious what I was doing, so I stood up. Gina looked 
disappointed as she opened her eyes and looked back up at me.

"Put your legs together," I said. "I'll straddle them and do your 
back. Okay?"

She quickly complied and I placed a food on either side of her 
knees and sank down over her. I made sure my dick didn't touch 
her, but as I sat back on my haunches, my thighs did.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" I asked her.

When she shook her head, I squirted more oil into my palm. I 
started right above her hips, quickly covering her back and 
sides. I paused for a moment and simply enjoyed the sight before 
me. She had her arms folded beneath her head, and I could easily 
see the outer curve of each breast where it was flattened beneath 
her. I felt my penis begin to stiffen, and throwing caution to 
the wind, let it.

I squirted more oil along her spine and she shivered. I then 
began to rub the slippery stuff into her dark skin. I took my 
time, enjoying the contact and feeling the radiating heat of her 
body. My penis was now fully erect, pointed right along the crack 
of her ass. I continued rubbing her back, even though I already 
had her oiled up, and she sighed deeply.

Once again, I decided to go for broke. As I leaned forward to rub 
her shoulders again, I let my erection dip and touch her ass. Her 
eyes immediately popped open and I began to panic. But my arousal 
overrode my fear, and I pulled my hands from her shoulders and 
sat back, keeping my erection in contact with the smooth skin of 
her ass.

"Are you okay?" I asked with as much composure as I could muster.

Gina opened her mouth to speak, then with a small smile quirking 
the sides of her mouth, she shut it again.

"Do you want me to keep rubbing your back?" I asked solicitously. 
Do you want me to keep my hard-on against you? I wisely kept that 
question to myself.

She smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes with a sigh.

I leaned forward again, pressing my erection against her even 
more firmly, and resumed rubbing her back and shoulders. I rubbed 
her like that for several minutes, my motions causing my hard-on 
to gently rub back and forth in the well-oiled crack at the top 
of her ass. I rubbed along her sides, making sure to caress the 
outer curve of her breasts, and she sighed again.

Finally, I sat back on my haunches and looked down at her 
beautiful figure. When she felt my hands leave her back, she 
waited. When they didn't return immediately, she opened her eyes 
and turned her head to look back up at me.

Seeing the expression on my face, she asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Then what're you looking at," she asked, fear creeping into her 
tone.

I shook my head and held her eyes with my own. I felt my panic 
rising as well. I suddenly wanted to bolt. I couldn't believe I'd 
gotten myself into this predicament. Finally, I ruthlessly forced 
down my fear and my lingering uncertainty.

At my silence, her fear had only intensified, and she looked at 
me with a tinge of panic. I looked down at her and all I wanted 
to do was to spare her, to calm her fear, to tell her...

"How beautiful you are." Did I say that out loud? Oh, my God, I 
did! I waited for her reaction, an eternity on needles, my senses 
hyper-alert.

I felt her breathe a huge sigh beneath me, as if she'd had the 
wind knocked out of her, and she lowered her eyes. Even with her 
tanned complexion, I could tell she was blushing.

In a singular stroke of brilliance, I shut my mouth and didn't 
say another word. I prudently decided that anything I added would 
only spoil things.

As I looked on, still worrying about her reaction, she smiled and 
closed her eyes. When she didn't say anything, my panic began to 
fight towards the surface.

I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Want me to do your front now?" How stupid was that? She'd 
already done her front. Dumb. I knew I was doomed.

Gina burst out laughing, the tension completely broken by my 
bone-headed remark. She raised up on her elbows and shook her 
head, still laughing.

"No," she said, as if to a four-year-old. Then she got very 
quiet. "But if you'd like, I can do your back," she said.

The question hung in the air a moment and I could tell she was as 
afraid as I was. Afraid I'd say no.

"Yeah," I said. "I'd like that."

Once again, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I was still 
hard, and I decided not to try to hide my erection. I swung my 
leg over her and shuffled to the side of the towel.

Gina rolled onto her side and began to sit up. I saw her falter 
as her eyes locked onto my hard-on. She continued to rise, 
however, and invited me to lay on her towel. I blithely lay down 
on the vacated terrycloth, my erection pressed against my 
stomach.

I felt her straddle my legs, and knowing her pussy was spread 
open so close to me only made my erection swell further. I folded 
my arms beneath my chin and sighed as she began to rub oil into 
my neck and shoulders. She took her time, working the slippery 
liquid into my arms and shoulders, then down my back. As she 
leaned forward to reach my shoulders, I felt her wiry pubic hair 
brush my butt, and my dick throbbed against my stomach.

When she finished rubbing my back, I slid to the side of the 
towel to give her room to lay beside me. We both knew there was 
another towel in the pack, only a few feet away, but neither of 
us reached for it.

I looked to my right and saw that she was laying on her back, 
looking idly up at the sky. We lay in silence for several 
minutes, then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her bite the 
inside of her lip and turn her head towards me.

"Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Do you... Do you really think...," she asked in a small voice. "Do 
you really think that?"

I raised up on my elbows and looked down at her face. Her eyes 
were wide as saucers, full and brown, trying to look into my 
thoughts, into my soul.

I rotated my hips and turned on my side, facing her. As I held 
myself up on my left elbow, I was careful not to touch her with 
my still-erect penis.

"Think what?" I asked.

"What you said earlier. That I'm..."

I looked down into her eyes, and suddenly, my fear was gone. Her 
eyes pled with me, begged me to finish her thought. I suddenly 
wanted to protect her, to make sure she wasn't afraid.

"Beautiful." I said. As I looked down into her eyes, they 
softened.

I slowly brought my right hand up and ran my forefinger along the 
line of her jaw. I held my hand against her neck, my finger 
tenderly rubbing the hollow behind her ear. Her eyes closed 
slowly and her lips parted slightly. I lowered my mouth toward 
hers.

When our lips met, I felt a rush of emotion. I pressed down a 
little harder and she responded against me, parting her lips a 
little more. I held her head against me with my hand, then gently 
pulled my lips back. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her 
eyelids were closed, her lips open slightly, and I knew in my 
heart that she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she focused on my face, only 
inches from hers. She studied me for a moment, and then I smiled. 
She was breathing a little harder from our kiss, and suddenly she 
closed her eyes again. Her lips parted as she lifted her head 
towards me.

My lips met hers, with more force this time. I felt her mouth 
open slightly and darted my tongue forward to lick her lips. I 
lowered her head with my hand and followed with my mouth, gently 
laying her back on the towel and pressing down against her.

My tongue danced with hers and then I withdrew it slowly, 
breaking our kiss. We were both breathing heavily as I pulled 
back and opened my eyes again. She slowly opened her own and 
looked up at me, a dreamy look in her eyes. I moved my left hand 
under her head and supported myself with my right as I scooted 
towards her.

As my flesh pressed against her, her eyes opened wide. I felt the 
thrill and warmth of contact as my erection brushed across the 
corner of her hip and rested on her stomach.

"Is your...," she said quickly. "Is your... is it... still hard?"

I nodded.

"You're not going to..."

"Do anything?" I asked obliquely.

She bit her lip and nodded jerkily.

I shook my head and smiled at her. "No."

She frowned, fear clouding her eyes for a moment. "You don't want 
to?" she asked in a small voice.

"God yes," I said, quickly. "I'd love to." Her eyes got wider and 
I could tell she was beginning to panic. "But not now," I said, 
reassuring her. "Not until... I mean... Well... Not unless you want 
to."

She quickly exhaled her held breath and closed her eyes tightly. 
A tear slipped from beneath her dark lashes and she tightened her 
lips. She opened her eyes, tears making them bright, and my heart 
melted.

"I was so worried that you didn't like me, or that you thought I 
wasn't pretty enough," she said, her tears flowing freely now. 
"It felt so good when you were rubbing my back," she said, 
drawing a ragged breath, "even when you got... you know... that felt 
so good too. But then I got scared." She sniffled and tried to 
blink the tears from her eyes. "I knew you'd want to do it, and I 
didn't want to say no, but I'm just not ready..." Her tears 
redoubled. "And now," she said, almost moaning, "you won't wanna 
be with me 'cause I'm too scared to do it." She sobbed against 
me.

I held her close, soothing her, and when she had calmed down a 
little, I brushed her hair off her face and wiped the tears from 
her cheeks. She looked up at me, red-rimmed eyes still full of 
tears, and sniffled. I brushed my hand along her check and smiled 
at her.

"God knows I want to do it," I said, and she closed her eyes, 
fighting back another sob. "But we'll do it when the time is 
right, when you're ready."

"You mean..."

"I mean," I said, interrupting her. "That there are a lot of 
things we can do, little things sometimes, without doing it."

Her eyes widened.

"Like this," I said, leaning down to kiss her tenderly, briefly. 
"You like that?"

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded quickly.

"Or this," I said again, kissing along the line of her neck. I 
lifted my head and faced her again. She opened her eyes and 
looked at me in wonder. "Did you like that too?"

She nodded again, more firmly this time.

"See," I said reasonably, "there are lots of things we can do... if 
you want to."

She looked back at me and bit her lip again, then, with a slight 
nod, she smiled at me.

I kissed her again, stronger this time, and darted my tongue into 
her mouth. She arched her back and pressed up into my kiss, 
caressing my tongue with her own. Soon, too soon, she broke the 
kiss, panting for air. I was breathing heavily too, but when she 
sniffled again, I quickly realized that her nose was stuffed up.

"You want to sit up?"

She shook her head.

"And blow your nose?"

Reluctantly, she nodded. I sat up, holding myself up with my arm, 
and reached for the remains of our picnic lunch. I pulled a 
couple of paper napkins from the pack and handed them to her.

She took them with a grateful look and delicately blew her nose. 
When she crumpled up the napkins, her nose and eyes were red. She 
sniffled so pathetically that I wanted to reach out to her. She 
smiled at my expression and I stood, my erection still sticking 
out from my body like it was an everyday occurrence, and extended 
my hand down to her. Her eyes were locked on my jutting hard-on 
as she took my hand and I pulled her to her feet.

I pulled her close, my penis pressing against the slick skin of 
her abdomen, and wrapped my arms around her. She started at 
first, and then relaxed and tilted her head up; I bent down to 
kiss her again.

When I broke the kiss, I looked at her and smiled. "Want to take 
a little dip, to cool off?"

She nodded mutely and we started down the sloped side of the 
boulder towards the water. There were several submerged rocks 
that led to a bed of pea gravel that sloped away from the rocks, 
and I headed towards it. We stepped down into the water, hand in 
hand.

She swam away from me, but not far. I stood on the submerged 
gravel slope and watched her. She turned, treading water, and 
looked at me.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked, panic tingeing 
her voice.

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Like that."

"I'm just happy, I guess."

She swam towards me again, stopping several feet away.

"You really think I'm pretty?" she asked, doubt creeping into her 
tone.

I nodded.

"Prettier than Kendall Payton?" she asked suspiciously.

"Much prettier," I said assuredly.

She looked at me, skeptical.

I quickly nodded. "She's like something out of Playboy."

She arched a eyebrow at me.

"Like she's not real," I continued quickly. "I dunno. I can't 
explain it."

She looked at me, clearly not convinced.

"I guess it boils down to this," I said simply. "Of all the girls 
in the world, all of them," I said, "I don't want to be here with 
Kendall Payton, or Jenny, or anyone else."

Her expression slowly started to change as my words sunk in.

"The girl that I want to be with is right in front of me. You're 
the only girl I want."

She swam towards me quickly and was in my arms in a heartbeat, 
planting kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck, anywhere she 
could reach. I wrapped my arms around her and returned them. She 
circled her arms around my neck and locked her lips against mine, 
our tongues dancing against one another. Soon, she wrapped her 
legs around my waist, my penis trapped between us, bathed by the 
warmth of her body, her wiry pubic hair, her pussy.

I was in heaven.

I slowly stepped backward towards the submerged rocks, never 
breaking our kiss. When she realized we were moving, however, she 
pulled back and looked at me, her eyes bright.

I grinned at her and she smiled.

"You're still a goof," she said reprovingly. "But you're a cute 
goof." She ground her hips against me, rubbing her clit on the 
hard shaft of my penis. "And a hard one too," she said, closing 
her eyes and biting the inside of her lip.

When she opened them again, I was still smiling drunkenly at her. 
Behind me, I felt the rock that I was looking for. A long slab of 
stone had broken off the rim wall and now lay at a sharp angle in 
the water, half in and half out. It was clearly too steep to 
climb down, but it would be perfect to lean back against. The 
water was warmer here, heated by the sun and undisturbed by any 
current.

As I leaned back against the rock, I pushed Gina away from me. 
She made a moue of disappointment.

"Trust me," I said reassuringly.

She released her arms from around my neck, and then her legs from 
around my waist. The surrounding water, while still much warmer 
than the water in the camp's lake, was much cooler than between 
her legs, and I shivered at the contact. I gently turned her 
around and pulled her back towards me.

With her back pressed against my chest, my penis was nestled 
between the cheeks of her ass. I lifted her arms and put them 
around my neck. Shifting my head to the side, I kissed her 
earlobe. She shuddered and pushed back against me.

"Like this," I said into her ear softly. "See?" I asked quietly, 
bringing my hands up to cup her breasts.

She sighed at arched her back, pressing her nipples into the 
palms of my hands and shoving her ass harder against my swollen 
member.

She let out a low-voiced moan of approval as I started kneading 
her breasts. They easily filled my hands and I began to roll her 
already-stiff nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She 
moaned again, louder this time, and I gently tugged on each 
little brown bud. As I played with them, she leaned her head back 
against my shoulder and sighed in delight.

I began planting kisses along her neck and she moaned again. As I 
slowly moved my hands from her breasts, she whimpered 
insistently. I ran them down her flat stomach to her hips. 
Pressing my fingers against the front of her pelvis, I pulled her 
against me, grinding my dick against her ass. Feeling my hardness 
splitting her cheeks, she moaned again. I ran my hands back up 
her trim abdomen and once again cupped her breasts.

I fondled her and played with her nipples for several minutes, 
simply kissing her neck and ear as I did. I could tell she was 
getting worked up by the involuntary humping of her hips against 
me. I once again decided to go for broke, and moved my right hand 
off her luscious breast.

Slowly, oh so slowly, my hand crept towards her pussy. She moaned 
as my fingers entered her pubic hair. Her back arched and I slid 
my middle finger over her slit. Gauging her reaction, I cupped 
her mons for a moment. She moaned again and panted against me.

I increased the pressure with my middle finger and parted her 
labia, feeling the heat of her pussy wash over me. She was 
already very slippery with lubricating fluids and I easily moved 
my finger back and forth, just inside her lips. With the palm of 
my hand, I pressed down against the top of her slit, eliciting 
another moan of pleasure as I put pressure on the base of her 
clit.

I rubbed her like this for several minutes, making sure to slip 
my finger inside her. My left hand rubbed and pulled on her 
nipple, making her moan all the harder. With both hands, I lifted 
her against me and slid my erection between her legs, rubbing her 
pussy with my shaft.

She was whimpering against me, rocking her hips and rubbing her 
pussy against my erection when...

"Paul!"

I shook my head, breaking the spell of our rising ardor.

"Gina!"

It was Manfred.

Gina opened her eyes and quickly looked around, as did I.

"Where are you guys?!"

I abruptly realized that he wasn't anywhere close, and gently 
pushed Gina away from me, and off my cock. I swam around the 
large boulder to where I could look up at the top of the falls.

"Oh," Manfred shouted from the top of the rim wall, "there you 
are."

"Yeah?" I shouted back.

"You gotta see this place up here, it's beautiful!"

I've got a beautiful girl down here, and I was doing just fine 
without you interrupting, thank you very much! "Yeah!" I shouted.

"We'd better be getting back soon," he yelled down. "We're coming 
back down."

"Okay," I shouted back up.

I quickly turned and swam back to Gina. She was grinning at me, 
leaning back against the sloped rock. I swam into her waiting 
arms, my penis bumping deliciously against her warm pussy as she 
wrapped her arms and legs around me.

"We've only got a few minutes," I said. "And I can't get out of 
the water like this," I said, rocking my hips and rubbing against 
her pussy with my shaft.

She shook her head and suddenly kissed me deeply. "Next time," 
she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I nodded. "Do you masturbate?" I asked seriously.

She looked confused by the non sequitur, but slowly nodded her 
head.

"I want you to masturbate tonight," I said.

She nodded, biting her lip.

"And when you do, think of me. Think of how hard you make me."

She nodded again, biting her lip harder, turning it white. "Are 
you gonna do it too?" she asked tentatively. "Are you gonna... you 
know?"

I nodded. "And you know who I'm going to be thinking about?"

"Me?"

I nodded and she kissed me again, darting her tongue in my mouth. 
She held her lips against me until we both pulled back, gasping 
for breath.

"I wish we could do it now," she said. "I want to watch."

"Next time," I said, grinning at her.

She nodded seriously and hugged me tight.

-----

By the time Manfred and Jenny reached the flat-top rock, my 
erection had mostly dwindled. Mostly. When Manfred saw my half-
hard dick, he gave me a "sorry, man" look. I shrugged. Jenny got 
a good look at my semi-erect penis and her eyes widened. I knew I 
was shorter than Manfred, but my cock was quite a bit thicker.

For his part, Manfred's poor prick was red and shiny, and I knew 
that he and Jenny had enjoyed themselves up at the waterfall. If 
only they'd stayed there, and let us enjoy ourselves down here!

I chuckled ruefully to myself as we packed the remains of our 
picnic. We had promised our parents we'd be back before dinner, 
and it was getting towards mid-afternoon. We still had a two-hour 
hike back to camp.

The whole hike down, Gina kept grinning at me, and looking 
pointedly at my penis. Thankfully, it didn't get any harder. But 
it didn't shrink much either.

-----

When we got back to camp, we unloaded our packs. Gina and I 
headed up to our cabins. When we got to my family's cabin, we 
both looked around to make sure no one was around. I snuck a 
quick look into the cabin itself to make sure it was empty and 
then turned to her.

She flowed into my arms and we kissed, passionately darting our 
tongues back and forth. My barely-limp penis sprang to life and 
was soon pressing against her stomach.

"Are you gonna take a bath?" I asked.

She nodded hesitantly.

"And play with yourself?"

She nodded again, more firmly this time. "I can't wait," she said 
quietly.

"Me either."

I kissed her again and she reluctantly pulled away. I stood on 
our porch, my erection bobbing gently in front of me, and watched 
her walk up the hill towards her cabin. She looked back once and 
waved, gifting me with a brilliant and heart-wrenchingly 
beautiful smile.

When she was out of sight, I quickly entered the cabin. I jumped 
in the shower without even thinking about it. When I turned on 
the water, I suddenly remembered the hot water heater. With a 
groan, I thought that I'd have to take a cold shower. Jerking off 
in a cold shower would be nearly impossible.

To my immense relief, the water soon heated and I quickly 
adjusted the temperature. Susan must've had the plumber in to fix 
the hot water heater. With a muttered thanks to the patron saint 
of plumbers, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began to 
stroke.

As I came the first time, spurts of semen splashing against the 
tiles of the shower, I wondered if Gina were thinking of me too. 
As I remembered her pressed against me, the feel of her breasts 
in my hands, the heat of her pussy, my erection never flagged. I 
waited a few minutes, simply enjoying the needle spray of the 
water, and then reached for my hard-on a second time. By the time 
I came again, the water had run cold. I didn't care. All I could 
think about was the next time Gina and I could be alone together.

-----

Copyright 2002 Scipio. All rights reserved.

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