Ben left early the next morning to go back to school. Susan and Pat had a lesbian ball all day and evening, then Pat caught a plane the next day. At first, Susan felt very lonely. But then she began to enjoy her privacy. She began jerking off in the bath tub, imagining that Ben was peeking at her through the crack in the wall.
Reading, watching television, going for walks all took time off her hands. And as she did those things, she thought about Clark. She knew she had to call him. He hadn't called her yet. It was Thursday though, before she got around to doing it.
As Susan dialed. Clark's number she couldn't help being afraid he wouldn't see her. He could have met a half-dozen women since she'd seen him last.
"Hi, Clark. It's me, Susan."
"Well, I wondered what happened to you," he said. "All your company gone?"
"Yes, I'm all alone," she said. "Why don't you come over for dinner."
"Sure, I'd love to," he said.
Susan was relieved. But there was still a hurdle to get over. She made another call, this time to Ben's school. When she got the head master on the line, he wanted to talk about Ben's constantly leaving school for the weekend.
But Susan told him that she couldn't discuss that now. She told him that Ben was to be sent home immediately, that there was an emergency, and that he would be back in school the next day.
She knew that Ben would get to town around eight. That would be perfect. She went shopping for something to make for dinner, but first, she wrote a note to Ben and left it with the doorman.
Susan had decided not to give up her incestuous pleasures. She wanted Clark, too. But only if he was willing to take her as she was, wrapped up with her son. And tonight would be the night.
Cooking up a storm didn't get her mind off the coming test, but it kept her busy. Before she knew it, Clark was there.
"Hello," he said as he came in. "It's nice to see you again."
He didn't kiss her, however. After giving her the bottle of wine he'd brought, he made himself comfortable on the couch.
"There are still a few things I have to do in the kitchen," Susan told him. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
In the kitchen, Susan thought about the coming evening. The way Clark was acting so aloof, she wasn't at all confident. He might not even want to get into bed with her, she thought.
At the table, they talked of unimportant things. Susan had to find out what Pat might have told him, though.
"Pat told me you fucked her," Susan said to heat up the conversation.
"She fucked me is more like it," Clark said. "She's pretty good at it, too."
"Better than me?" Susan asked.
"Let's just say she was available and you weren't."
"Did she say anything about me and. Ben?" Susan said.
She could tell by the way he looked at her that he'd been suspicious at least. Fortunately, they were almost finished with dinner, so if Clark walked out he would be well fed.
"She hinted that you were interested in fucking him," Clark said.
Susan admired his straightforwardness. It would be a shame if he walked out on her, but she'd made up her mind.
"It's true," she said. "Somehow I wound up in bed with him."
Clark looked shocked. But he didn't say anything.
"I wound up in bed with Pat, too. And with both of them together."
"No wonder you didn't have time for me," Clark said.
"It wasn't that at all, Clark. It was just too confusing. We were all plotting strategies and watching one another."
"I see," Clark said.
She wondered if he was a good poker player. He certainly had the face for it. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"But it's over now, the plotting I mean," she said even though it wasn't true. There was still one more complication to unfold.
"And you intend to go on fucking your son?" Clark asked.
Susan didn't want to answer, but she didn't want to lie. She compromised with a shrug. Happily, Clark didn't press her for an answer.
They had dessert, then went into the living room to sip brandy. Clark sat down on the couch and Susan joined him, close to his side. She felt as though they were together for the first time. When Clark put his arm around her shoulders, she breathed a deep sigh. At least they were going to get to the main part of the test, she thought.
Ben couldn't imagine why his mother was summoning him home. When he got there, he was given a note by the doorman. It told him not to come up before nine o'clock. His mother would be in bed with Clark and he was to undress quietly and join them. He didn't know what to think. But he was going to do his best. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was already five after nine. He swallowed hard and went up.
Ben entered the apartment as quietly as he could. Looking down the hallway, he saw his mother's light was on. Then sounds of lips smacking and bedsprings creaking told him things were going as planned. It didn't occur to him that Clark wasn't expecting him. If he'd known he was to be a surprise, he might not have had the nerve to walk into that room.
But as he walked down the hall, naked and with a hard-on, he was already looking forward to getting his hands on his mother again. He stopped in the doorway to her room and sized up the situation.
Clark and his mother were locked in a tight embrace. Their naked bodies were side by side. They were kissing. Clark looked up suddenly.
"Ben! What are you doing here?" Clark asked.
"My mother called me home from school," the boy said.
"Yes, that's right, Clark," Susan said. "I had to have both of you tonight. Come on, join us, Ben."
As Ben walked timidly to the bed, Susan held her breath in suspense. She also held Clark's prick in her hand. If he didn't walk out now, he never would, she thought.
"I don't know…" Clark said.
"Oh, please, honey," Susan said gripping his cock tighter. "I can't give either of you up. Let's see how this works out. Please."
Susan had been doing her best to get Clark in the mood for a good fucking, and he seemed willing to stick it out. Ben crept into the bed on the other side of his mother.
Susan thrust her face into Clark's, picking up where she left off before Ben had arrived. Clark grabbed her tit again, but without the eagerness he'd displayed before. Ben snuggled up behind his mother, pressing his hot prick into her asscheeks.
Susan would have to pay more attention to Clark. She wasn't worried about Ben leaving her.
She put Clark's prick between her thighs and reached around his hips to play with his asscrack. He seemed to be heating up again.
As Clark's prick throbbed between her thighs, Susan felt her son's prick line up along her own asscrack. She'd never had two pricks to play with before, and she loved it. Ben was kissing the back of her neck, one of her favorite spots.
Sandwiched between those two hard bodies, Susan began to squirm. Both cocks got the enjoyment of her smooth flesh massaging them. Clark's prick, between her thighs, had its loose skin moving back and forth as she wiggled. Ben's prick, lying in the crack of her ass, was caressed by those soft cheeks.
Susan rolled over on her back, freeing both cocks. The guys now had another aspect of her body to play with. They each, took a nipple into their mouth. Clark reached under her ass, grabbing a handful of pliant flesh, and Ben rested his hand on her carpet of pubic curls.
In the grip of masculine strength, Susan was experiencing a unique experience. She reached down and took a stiff prick into each hand. Both of those cocks were throbbing.
"You guys make a great pair of tit-suckers," she said. "I never thought of it as a team sport before." The men were quiet, except for an occasional slurp or smack. Clark was holding her erect nipple between his teeth and brushing his tongue over it, while Ben, characteristically, was stuffing his mouth with as much of the hot tit as he could hold.
Ben didn't want to compete with Clark for the tastiest prizes, but he couldn't resist sliding down his mother's body. Her simmering twat was too great a temptation. He moved into the warm area between her legs and kissed her cunt.
Nuzzling his face in the bristling cunt hair, he sought the crack with his tongue. It wasn't hard to find as it was gaping and leaking hot juice. His tongue began to part the lips with gentle strokes.
Clark didn't mind being left behind at Susan's tits. He buried his face between them, holding them tightly to the side of his head. Then he climbed aboard Susan, straddling her chest with his prick in that warm valley where his head had just been.
While, Ben ate Susan's pussy, he saw what Clark was doing. He had never thought of doing that himself, but decided to try it the next chance he got.
Clark squeezed Susan's tits together on his prick and pumped it slowly. Susan grabbed his ass, her fingers dipping into the crack. Ben felt lonely down there between her legs, but he didn't mind. With his tongue in the salty crack of her pussy, he could stand a little loneliness.
Susan liked having Clark's thick prick between her tits, but soon she decided it would be even nicer in her mouth. She pulled him higher up on her chest by the ass.
"Let me suck it," she said softly.
Clark moved his prick to her mouth. He sat on her big jugs to do it. His balls rested on her neck. Susan let the cock-tip twitch on her lips while she tickled the underside of the head with her tongue.
When his prick began jerking in desperation, Susan stuffed a pillow under her head, raising it so she could get, the prick into her mouth. Clark reached out and grabbed the headboard of the bed so he could lean forward and slide his prick deeper into Susan's mouth.
As Susan gave herself to the pleasure raging through her body, she knew that she was a very lucky lady. As long as she could attract a guy, she would do anything she could think of to find a good fuck.