When Ted finally opened his eyes all the way and peered at the alarm clack beside the bed he was shacked to note that it was nearly eleven a.m. Christ! Talk about oversleeping. There was no Maggie beside him, either, and he saw that her suitcase was open, clothes pulled around as if she'd been searching for something special to wear.
He threw off the sheet, yawned and got up. Jesus! He had a pins hard-on that wouldn't quit and his bladder was full! Idly he puttered around the room, waiting for the raging morning hard-on to subside so he could piss without pain, and in the process he managed to get himself dressed.
He flushed the toilet, zipped up and smiled. That felt better. Now he could face the world. He went out of the bathroom and into the main part of the house, looking for Maggie. There was no sign of her. He could hear a radio playing outside and he followed the sound onto the patio.
Cam, wearing a sleeveless smock to her knees, a sun hat and dark glasses, was just opening up a small hamper. She had a sandwich in her hand and, at the sound of his footsteps, she turned to Ted with a smile.
"Hi, sleepyhead," she told him. "You missed breakfast, but how about a cold lunch? I've got sandwiches and there's coffee on. Or would you rather have a beer?"
"Not this early," he grinned. "Where's Maggie?"
"Oh. She went with PJ to hunt for clothes. PJ starts in at Community College in a couple of weeks – she's taking a summer session to get oriented – and she swears she needs an entirely new wardrobe. They'll probably be gone all day. Jake's at work, so I guess we'll have to entertain one another. But only for a while. I have a tennis date at three."
Ted slouched across the patio barefooted and dropped into a chair in the shade. He thanked Cam for the sandwich and began to chew on it. His balls still ached from fucking Maggie so hard last night and from the super load of piss he'd just gotten rid of.
She took off her hat, letting down her long, fluffy hair, and she removed the sunglasses. Her eyes were bright and blue. It was too bad Maggie hadn't inherited those eyes, but he was brown-eyed and brown genes were stronger.
"I thought I'd sun for a while," she told him happily. "It's such a change for me, living out here where you can keep a beautiful tan all year round, and I hate to miss a chance to sun myself."
"Fine with me," Ted said, his mouth full of sandwich.
She unbuttoned the smock and hung it on the back of her chair and Ted nearly choked on his sandwich. She was wearing a bikini underneath the smock, if you could call it a bikini. For the most part it was made up of strings. Two tiny triangles covered her nipples and a slightly larger piece of triangle nestled between her golden thighs. When she turned around he could see that the suit was completely backless, save for a thin string that ran through the crack of her ass.
Ted closed his eyes and looked the other way. Jesus! She might be Maggie's mom, but she had a beautiful ass! If he looked at it he wouldn't be able to control himself.
When he finally dared to look in her direction, Cam was lying face up on the tiles, glasses coveting her eyes. She was still almost naked but at least he wasn't looking right into the crack of her bare ass. "I think I will have a beer," he muttered, and he went into the house.
She'd rolled onto her tummy by the time he came back and the first thing he saw was her ass, round and gorgeous, sticking up at him invitingly. Cam was tan everywhere Ted could see, and he could see almost everywhere. A bottle of lotion was beside her, uncapped, and she looked up at him with a smile.
"Would you be a dear, Ted, and rub some oil on my back? I can't quite reach everywhere." She held the lotion toward him as she spoke and there was nothing he could do but swallow hard at his Olympia and drop to his knees beside her.
Ted squeezed lotion into his hands, rubbing them together as Cam lay back down. Her fingers came up and she untied the string which secured her top. "Just rub it in all over," she advised, and he began to anoint her back.
His palm smoothed across her skin, finding it slick as glass. And warm, too, with that delightfully soft layer of body fat common to women.
Cam sighed as she felt him oiling her. "Lower, please," she called, and his hand began to slide reluctantly downward from her shoulder blades.
Ted moved hesitantly, wishing he were in some other place doing something else right now. God, she couldn't know how much she turned him on! His cock was hardening inside his pants and he had to find some way to get back inside without Cam's seeing it. She'd think he was a pervert for sure, some kind of sex maniac who'd married into the family.
He couldn't help it. He told his cock to lie still, to soften, to forget all about this, but his cock had a mind and a will of its own.
She was old enough to be his mother, he thought in warning. She was certainly old enough to be Maggie's mother, and she was!
Until that crazy night at the swinging party, Ted had never given the slightest thought to fucking an older woman. Who'd want an old bag in her forties or fifties? he'd wondered. Young was where it was at. And then he'd met Marion.
Oh, she'd had her eye on him from the moment the five of them arrived at the party. He's seen her looking him up and down. And then, after David went off with that fairy, Marion had jumped right in. Before he knew it they were upstairs in bed, and his cock was in her mouth and his fingers were inside her hot cunt and they were coming all over each other.
"Well-preserved" was the word for Marion. She looked pretty good, and her cunt was in excellent working order. And she was literally insatiable. Nine Goddamned times he'd gotten it up for her that night. Nine times. And still he knew she could have gone around with him at least half a dozen more. When they finally parted, he'd spent all his time with her, in one bed or another, and she was still sucking on his cock trying to make it hard just one more time.
Hot? God, was she ever hot! And she always had one eye open for a young guy to fuck her royally. Why not? she'd explained. A woman in her middle years is at the peak of her sexuality, while men over thirty are in at least the beginning of their decline. Marion could romp in the sack till the cows came home but her husband Dan was good for two, maybe three times, and then he was out. So she craved young studs, with the same passion her husband hunted teeny bopper cunt.
She scared the shit out of Ted, writhing on his impaling cock, milking it with her fantastic cunt, screaming and crying for more. He'd fucked her three times – in that first bedroom, then run for his life, but she'd followed, grabbed him by the cock, and started the ball rolling again. At the beginning it had seemed like a nightmare, but by the time it was over he knew that this was better than any juicy wet dream he'd ever dreamt.
And now here was Cam and his mother-in law. If anything, she was sexier than Marion, with those great tits and legs and that knockout ass that seemed to be drawing his fingers like a magnet. In Idaho she'd seemed like a proper middle-American matron, drab and dowdy, but now – God!
He was rubbing oil in the small of her back now, just above the dynamite swell of her asscheeks. Tilting the bottle he got a fresh handful, greased his palms, and, before he could stop himself, he was holding her by the ass, grinding the tanning oil into her smooth hot cheeks.
Cam made a half-turn, fingers pulling up her sunglasses. "Ted!" she blurted. "What are you doing?"
He blushed but he didn't let go. He couldn't. Something inside him, some demon out of control, glued his hands to her body, forcing him to clutch her ass so desperately.
She wiggled and wiggled until she was sitting on her ass and his hands hung weakly by his sides. He knelt panting, unable to look her directly in the eyes.
"My God," Cam whispered, "what in the hell got into you?"
And then her eyes dropped into Ted's lap and she saw the bulge that pushed out the front of his trousers. It was an enormous, inescapable hard-on, and she was the only one who could have caused it.
"Dear Lord," she sighed. "I guess you weren't ready for the string suit." She reached to touch his knee and an electric vibration whined through Ted's body. "I'm sorry," she said, "but out here everyone wears suits like this. Sometimes Jake and I even go to an all-nude beach. I just wasn't thinking."
Ted wanted to apologize but he couldn't. His face was scarlet and he damned, himself for an idiot, for trying to play with his mother-in-law. Clearly, in spite of her suggestive clothes and body, Cam Villinger was a decent, moral American housewife and mother, and it made him sick to think that he had endeavored to treat her like fair game at a swap party.
"I don't know what happened," he choked. "One minute I was oiling you up."
"And the next minute," Cam laughed, "you were – oh, don't sweat it!" Touching his cheek with the back of her hot fingers she added, "And stop blushing. You're a big boy. You don't have to go scarlet when you're naughty."
He had to smile then, and his hand caught hers as it continued to stroke his cheek. He could feel the blushes fading away. "No hard feelings leftover?" he wondered.
"Certainly not," Cam replied. "That was nothing compared to what some guys have tried in the supermarket. Oh, out here in California you get used to weirdos making grabs. Not that you're a weirdo, of course. You're a sweet, handsome boy and you're part of the fun."
She went onto her knees and leaned forward to kiss his forehead as a signal that all was forgiven. One of her tits hit him on the chin, throbbing hotly behind its minuscule cloth shield, and he could feel her nipple through the thinness of the fabric. It was a stiff nipple, hard and protruding, and it seemed to burn his face where it touched.
Now Ted couldn't help himself. He put his hands around Cam's waist and pulled her down until his mouth and hers were on a level and he smashed his lips onto hers. She went big-eyed as he kissed her, but she parted her lips and admitted his thrusting, lashing tongue. Ted squeezed his mother-in-law's waist tighter, and her tits squished against his cheat. She was trying to push him away, but her own hands were wet from suntan oil and they slid crazily on his shirtfront. One of them fell into his lap and made contact with the bulging lump of his prick.
Impulsively she felt it up and down, fingers trembling as they tested his length and circumference. "My God," she sighed into his irresistible mouth. "My God." Her tongue fluttered as she spoke, whirring against his own, and the flicking touch inspired him even more dynamically.
Ted eased her onto the patio tiles. Cam lay back as he guided her, unable to resist, or so it seemed, and she stared at him with unbelieving eyes as he fumbled with the strings securing her top.
The little triangles of cloth flipped away and Ted was staring down at pair of golden, brown-pointed tits, the nipples rigid with arousal. "I'm sorry," he sighed as he fell upon them with his lips, sucking, kissing, biting. There was a faint taste of sweat and suntan lotion an her skin, more of an aphrodisiac than an overdose of Spanish Fly, and he licked greedily at it.
At the same time his fingers delved lower, finding the tie which held her bottom triangle in place. His efforts were successful and the piece of cloth merely lay atop her cunt, nothing securing it. Ted's fingers slid beneath and rubbed across the warm bulge of her twat.
Cam's legs jerked as she felt her son-in-law begin to rub her cunt, but it was a jerk of invitation, not of protest. My God, she told herself, she couldn't be doing this! If Maggie knew, it would kill the girl on the spot! But Maggie was away, and she should be gone all day. Unless Ted confessed, she might never know. And his fingers were so soothing as they toyed with her slightly protruding cuntlips. Cam began to purr like a sun warmed kitten as Ted fondled her cunt.
Ted looked up at last. His mother-in-law stretched nude and panting on the tiles, with the sunlight flooding down upon her. "I can't help myself," he apologized. "Mrs. Villinger, I can't help myself. I want you so much."
"You'd better call me Cam," she replied with the faintest trace of a smile, "and it would help if you got your clothes off too."
Ted stood up and began to strip. He left his T-shirt on, much more interested in getting put of the pants and undershorts which threatened to bend and break his aching hard cock. It sprang free in gratification as he fumbled out of his shorts and it thrust up eagerly as he knelt beside Cam once again.
Her hand locked around it and she shucked the outer flesh up and down a few times, feeling his engorging blood pulse in hot excitement.
"You have a big, beautiful cock," she complimented him. "If you're going to use it on me, why don't you hurry up?"
"Oh, Mrs. Cam, I know I shouldn't even be thinking about it, but I have to do it."
She spread her thighs to show him that it was quite all right with her, and he studied her cunt. The hair fringing it was dark, but it was cropped very closely, no doubt so stray curls wouldn't peek out through the crotch pieces of tiny bikinis. Ted flashed back on all the cunts he'd seen in the last week or so. Belinda's clean-shaven gash, Christina's fluff of reddish fuzz, Marion's vividly black pubic tangle – and he knew that there was something very special about this particular cunt. For one thing, it belonged to a woman whose very nearness sent him skyrocketing into a clanging hard-on. For another, he added as his fingers toyed with the dripping slit, his wife had popped into the world through this very orifice twenty-odd years ago.
She lifted her knees, uptilting her scarlet slice, and he went into it with the greatest of ease. Cam sighed as his thick cock splayed her cunt. She wasn't exactly tight, but she wasn't loose either, and Ted's prick was a bit thicker than she was used to. When he was inside her it was plain and obvious that she was being fucked, and he could tell she liked it.
And inside her, Ted damned himself to hell and back for ever entertaining a single doubt about the rightness of this. She was all he'd hoped for, and more. Her legs went around his waist and her heels drummed on his ass as he fucked it to her, and there was no reason not to keep on kissing her just the way he had been doing.
Her cunt was like a precision machine, jerking him off inside her velvet-lined tunnel, and she seemed to have cunt muscles in places where most other women were lucky to have places. His hands plied her tits forcefully and he could feel her groans of pleasure vibrating through the plush roundness of her boobs.
Cam writhed and shook as she fucked him back, and she rolled, planting her body atop his. Ted moved with her, giving her all the freedom she wanted, and he looked up at her triumphant body as it straddled his rampant loins. His hands flew up to resume fondling her tits and she grabbed his fingers, holding him to hi work.
Again she rolled, still riding hard on his cock, and this time it was catastrophic. They were on the very edge of the pool as it was, and when Cam flipped to the right there was nothing to stop her from falling. Ted moaned as his cock bent agonizingly and he went with her – anything to keep himself connected to her hungry cunt.
Cam splashed into the water, as did Ted, and the sudden shock and need to keep afloat did what the fall had done – it uncovered his prick. Laughing and sputtering in turn, the two of them kicked water into one another's faces, and Cam swam away, skyrocketing across the pool toward the shallow end. Ted threw himself onto his chest and swam after her, one hand struggling vainly to catch her kicking ankle.
She backed against the side of the pool and waited for him to come to her, arms stretching to embrace him. Ted swam into her hugging clutch and their mouths melted together. Ted stood on the bottom, rubbing her belly with his still rigid cock. Cam's hands dove to grab it and she played with it, waves rippling across the pool as she jerked him frantically.
"Let's do it in the water," she suggested breathelessly. "It's fantastic."
And without waiting for him to approve or disapprove, Cam locked her legs around his waist, resting her elbows on the edge of the pool. Her cunt wiggled just below the surface of the water, shimmering as sunrays played across the liquid, and Ted stabbed blindly with his cock, anxious to embed himself once again.
He slid inside easily and began to fuck her powerfully, smashing his pubes against hers every time he rammed it in, and, by God, she was right! It was fantastic in the water! Both their bodies seemed to be totally weightless – he could bear the brunt of her weight without a second thought – and his balls were seemingly dancing airily in the pool water.
"I want to turn over," Cam whispered. "Let's do it without disengaging, okay?" And before be had time to answer she was moving, twisting her body around, cock still jammed inside her cunt. Her legs moved across his front, each going to the opposite direction, and the subtle, and not so subtle, pulls and twists upon his cock were nothing short of heavenly!
And at last she'd moved into position, just where she wanted to be. Her tits and elbows were on the edge of the pool, crushed upon the warm, wet tile, and Ted was fucking her from behind. Her heels danced on his shoulder blades and his fingers supported her from beneath, fingers slipping into her cunt from time to time, ringing the chimes of her clit.
Cam panted and sighed as she took her son-in-law's cock, hard and hot, and Ted could tell from the vibration of her cunt against bin belly that she wasn't far from coming. He became more insistent in his attacks upon her clitoris and he felt her first climax strike. It rippled through her pussy, massaging his aching cock with fingerlike strokes, making him all the more eager to dump his boiling jism deep inside her.
"I'm going to squirt, Cam!" he bellowed. "I'm going to give you all I've got!"
"Goddamn you, give it to me!" she screamed back at him, and she tensed herself then as she felt him do just that.
Ted grunted and thrust hard, burying his cock inside Cam's cunt, and he spilled his gravy into her hungry cunt stew. His balls throbbed as he shot off, again and again, and her twat seemed to suck it up thirstily, the greedy clumsy babes jerking his meat and begging for more, more, more! He gave her all he had, all he could hope to give, and still his cock thrust deeper, deeper, deeper, shuddering through dry spasm after dry spasm.
At last her agitated ass ceased to quiver, as did his fucked-out cock, and he knew it was over. He let go her legs, his limp cock wiggling out of her cunt, and she turned over. Ted could see his bubbly jism spilling out of her cunt, frothy on the surface of the water, and then her feet contacted the bottom of the pool. She stood upright, facing him, her face flushed and frightened.
He tried to cuddle her against him, tried to kiss her shaking face, but she wiggled out of his grasp and climbed up onto the poolside. For a quick moment he had a flash of her open crotch, dripping from the water and the giant load he had given her, but she closed her legs and turned to face him.
"Ted," she began, "I don't know what happened to me just now. I don't want to know. But if you ever tell Maggie about this, I'll kill you. I swear it."
He shook his head. "How could I?" he wondered. "How could I?"
"Remember what I said," she warned, and he followed her with his eyes as she walked around the pool to her discarded clothes. She dropped the smock over her head, gathered up her string bikini, and looked back at him. "I'm going now," she said. "If I stay here, I don't know what will happen. I'll be back when it's safe, when the house is full of other people." She turned then, and went into the house. He didn't see her again but, about five minutes later, he heard her car starting up.
Ted finally dragged himself out of the pool and he pulled a chair into the shade. Drying his body, he dressed himself again and sat don to think. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have fucked Cam. God, it was starting again, this swinging business! The very thing he and Maggie had come to California to get away from.
What in the name of God had come over him? Swinging with another man's wife, with that man's knowledge and consent, was one thing, but seducing his own mother-in-law? Even if she happened to be one of the sexiest, most desirable women he had ever laid eyes on? It was indecent. It was despicable. He was indecent and despicable.
Christ, he thought, they should have gone to the Smokies after all! They should have gone so far up into the mountains it would have taken them a year to find their way out. Up where no one could drop in to tempt either of them with the promiscuous joys that threatened to destroy their ma.
Still shaken, still sick, Ted closed his eyes and fell into asleep broken by dreams of guilt and shame.