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Surprise Saturday: Chapters 5 & 6

Chapter 5

Sue asked, “Stephen, could you let me sit at the desk? I want to open show you some photo files.” She took her place and booted up the computer. “While you were asleep, I emailed a number of our club friends to invite them to join you and your father tonight.”

Stephen gave her the seat, pulled a stool over, and sat by his mother. Since she used the dual monitors to display her reference images as she painted, he had seen plenty of naked bodies on those monitors over the years.

She checked an email account. With a nod, she said, “I have two couples who said they will be there and would love the help us introduce the new young couple to group sex.” Looking over she said, “It looks like you are in for your first orgy tonight.” She then opened up the Zazzel directory, which had long been a secret… or at least she thought.

Sue began “So, you can see I have two sub-directories here. There is one labeled “Events” that is more or less a directory of candid sex photos taken of me, your father and our friends mostly taken at parties or other events. They are arranged by year. The one labeled “People” is what I use for my work. As you know when I start a new project I usually have real people sit for me, but on the later stages and when I’m making variants of a concept I draw a lot on my image files a good bit.” She opened the People directory.

Stephen looked at the very long list of names as she scrolled down. He asked, “Have you had sex with all these people?”

“No not all of them but most, probably like ninety percent. You can basically assume that any of our friends who come over to the house and that you know are also my playmates. For your father and I, sex is a totally normal thing to do with friends. These files represent reference photos, photo portraits, art nudes, and glamour photos I have shot going back twenty-five years to my college days. These images are mostly from after I went digital. But I have scanned hundreds of my old negatives and from time to time I scan and add more. I’ve also taken informal and candid images of individuals from the events directory and copied them here so, let’s say I’m doing a painting and I want my primary figure to be my friend Mary. I think you know she is in more of my paintings than anyone else. Often she is a secondary or background image. Her curvy figure is great for an iconic woman.”

Mary Graham in many ways was Sue’s artistic vision. Twenty-three years ago this month she’d been looking for the right model to be the centerpiece of her senior project at The College of Charleston. Though she was a year and a half from graduating, she knew it was past time for her to get started. Yet none of the models in the art department stables were what she was looking for. Then one cold February morning as she was in the gym locker room changing from her yoga outfit back into her school clothes, a group of what were obviously freshmen disturbed the quiet. Initially, she’d been annoyed, but one of the girls caught her eye.

She was noticeably short, just over five feet tall, not at all slim, and her face was as average as average could be. Even her mousy brown medium-length hair and baggy sweatshirt help to make her the kind of girl who simply goes unnoticed in a room. BUT…she had a radiance in her presence, a real joy and bounce to her step that made Sue look again, and again. The noisy group broke up and the girl took a place near the far end of the aisle of lockers. When the girl pulled off her sweatshirt and jeans; Sue saw she had the smallest waist imaginable, yet she also had generous hips and an impressive bust. In her loose clothing, she seemed to have a round apple-shaped figure, yet as she disrobed an amazing hour-glass shape was revealed. Instantly Sue knew this was the person for whom she had been looking: the archetypical woman. Almost like the fertility figures carved by prehistoric societies.

With a level of enthusiasm that she later realized was inappropriate, she rushed over and introduced herself before the girl could get dressed. Initially, the girl was startled and a little frightened. Then as Sue talked she grew suspicious. “Why would anyone want me to be a model? I’m not skinny or pretty enough” she objected. “No, I’ve never posed nude. Why would anyone want me to?” Yet, in the way she said it, Sue could tell she was not saying she would not pose unclothed, but rather she thought she was too unattractive to be asked.

Sue was not to be deterred. Sue did not want to let her get away. The girl: Mary Graham, a freshman from Orangeburg, undeclared major, missed her Introduction to Modern Fitness class that day. They talked at length. She found that Mary thought her body was freakish and ugly, hence her willingness to look like an apple rather than accentuate her shape. With a blush, Mary said “I guess that is why I’m still a virgin. It’s not that I would not have sex, it’s just I know if a guy saw me naked he would find me repulsive and I couldn’t bare being laughed at.” Sue did her best to convince her otherwise and the girl seemed, after some time, to be receptive.

Eventually Sue and Mary were in the college’s Fine Arts Building. Sue showed the freshman her recent paintings and explained how the tall slim models shown in those paintings were not her vision for symbolic womanhood. “Frankly, Mary, I think you are the embodiment of what I have in my mind as the centerpiece for my whole senior exhibition.” Five minutes later Sue closed the door to a small posing studio and posted the “occupied” sign on the door. Once she was nude Sue found Mary’s body to be breathtaking. Her very full breasts stood out at a seemingly impossible angle. Mary’s round full hips were separated from the bust by a waist that Sue almost thought she could put her hands around. And the body was topped by a face that seemed to be the embodiment of all conventional, very average, middle-class American teenagers. Yet even nude, perhaps more because she was nude, Mary’s radiance of personality remained. She glowed of exuberance even when standing stock still in a pose for Sue.

Half an hour later, when Sue showed Mary the drawing that she had made of her, the eighteen-year-old seemed dumbfounded that Sue saw her so beautiful. Over the next weeks, Mary posed every afternoon and Sue painted. The result was the two best paintings she had yet created. The ambitious young painter had found her muse and hit her stride.

That was over two decades ago and Mary had been Sue’s muse and closest friend ever since. While Mary was now over twice the age she was then, so was Sue. However with the help of a commitment to her appearance (and a little surgery to keep those massive breasts upright) and her continued inner radiance; Mary was still the same person she’d been all those years ago. She now lived a little over an hour away from Sue, on the north side of Columbia, yet they still saw each other almost every week.

Sue opened the directory and began to scroll through a number of sub-directories. It was no surprise to Stephen that she had a lot of nude photos of Mary on her computer. Mary along with Colin’s mother, Vivian Flint-Otis, were her mother’s best friends. He knew full well that they had both posed nude for her lots of times, but mostly they did normal stuff together and they were both at the house a good bit. Even before this day he had known Mary was a little bit wild. While his mom wore fairly conventional clothes in town most of the time; Mary liked to show off her round ass and big boobs. She wasn’t super hot, but if she had any kids she would be called a curvy milf: short with a bubble butt and big tits. He already knew what she looked like naked because his mother had let him come right into the studio when she was posing since he was in diapers. Not surprisingly he always looked forward to her sitting dates. She was the first female that he lusted after and the first woman he recalled masturbating to while thinking about. He still had fantasies of having sex with her one day.

Though he now thought he should have seen it all along, he finally began to put other puzzle pieces together. With the knowledge that his parents screwed around and his mom got it on with women too, it threw a new light on her relationship with Mary. He just had to ask. “Is Mary like your lover or your girlfriend?”

His mom thought for a moment. “We have never thought of ourselves as a couple. She is my oldest and closest friend and we have been sharing guys in bed even before I started dating your dad. So yes, she and I are playmates, we have had sex many, many times, but I wouldn’t say she is my girlfriend.” With that answer, she turned her attention to an image on the screen. “Now this set is perhaps the best erotic art photos I’ve ever done. I’m a painter, but sometimes I try to stretch my wings and this photo shoot came out better than I’d hoped.” She clicked to open an image file. It was a high contrast black & white of a nude trio: Mary holding Stephen’s dad’s erection in her hand while a Latin man holds her from behind kissing her neck. “This is, of course, your dad and Mary. Behind her is Juan, who was her husband at the time.”

Sue’s thoughts went to Calvin and Mary and how finding the right man to pose with Mary brought Calvin into her life. Indirectly, it was the fateful day Sue saw Mary in the locker room and convinced her to pose that began a chain of events… a chain of events that led to all the things her life became over the years, starting with finding the man who became her husband.

When Sue pulled Mary into her orbit, Mary’s entire life changed. Not that Sue pushed her into anything other than to see herself as beautiful and desirable. But that one push, and inviting her to a “get together” at the communal home she shared with a few of her class mates opened doors Mary didn’t know existed. That day Mary observed Sue and a guy engage in the most casual of sexual encounters right in the living room. While that fifteen minutes of playful sex on the sofa was completely forgettable for Sue, it was life-changing for Mary. Not an hour after she first observed Sue having sex, Mary had the first sexual experience of her life. In that two-hundred-year-old home at 169 North Belvedere in Charleston, a day and long night of eroticism awakened the spirit of Venus in Mary.

Thus six weeks later when Sue asked Mary if she would be willing to pose with a man, engaged in actual lovemaking she didn’t hesitate to say yes. The only problem was that Sue was having a time finding the right male model. Sue had a dozen sit for her for trial sessions, none were right. It was quite by chance a friend had a friend who was dating the shortstop on the college’s nationally-ranked baseball team. The friend’s friend asked Sue to meet him. Initially, Sue was hesitant. She had not really envisioned a ‘jock’ for her male lead model, but she agreed.

When she met Calvin Richards, he was not at all what she had expected. He was not at all the brash braggadocio that she’d assumed he would be. Rather he was reserved and even shy. When she said she was looking for a man who would be willing to not just simulate lovemaking, but to actually have meaningful sex with full penetration; Sue looked at the guy and then to the woman he was dating. His date nodded and he said that was not a problem. When she asked if he thought he could maintain an erection for an hour with little stimulation the young woman nodded even more vigorously. She told Sue that she did not expect that would be an issue. Sue was actually looking for someone shorter, due to Mary’s 5’ 1” stature, but still she was interested enough to ask him to come by the Fine Arts Building for a test sitting. Due to his baseball schedule, she met him at 7:00 AM one morning. She showed him into one of the small studio rooms and gave him five minutes to undress and achieve an erection.

When she returned he had done both. Right off she knew this was what she was looking for. Very well-defined muscle groups, and great tone but an average face. Importantly for her planned paintings he had well defined symmetrical testies and his circumcised penis was well above average in length so as to give good balance to his tall frame. She drew for forty-five minutes and his erection did not flag. She was his man.

She had to wait for baseball season to finish to start her project. Fortunately, she still lived in the rented home with the hot house turned art studio. She found an antique Victorian chaise lounge and folding screen at an estate sale that would create the set she wanted. In the late summer, she spent almost a month with Mary and Calvin posing for two hours three days a week in the act of making love in the damp heat of a Charleston summer. The sweat that covered their bodies added to the eroticism. For the first few weeks, she told them to find ways to pleasure each other while she sketched and took reference photos with the college’s wonderful Hasselblad medium format camera. The full light from the glass-encased hot house made for a wonderful photo studio, not unlike the ones used by late 19th-century photographers. The resulting photos had an amazing artistic look to them. Years later she scanned those old negatives and was surprised how fresh, beautiful, and erotic the images were.

When they would reach a position she found interesting she would make a rapid sketch. At the end of each session, she would ask Calvin first to bring Mary to at least one climax which she would photograph, then for him to climax himself (which she also photographed). After a few weeks, she assigned them formal positions for painting. She painted a collection of paintings over the next seven months based on these “sittings.” They were her own brand of fantasy work with many elements of modern fantasy art, but in a modern realist aesthetic similar to Julie Bell with a bit of Lindsey thrown in. Pointedly she avoided violent images and openly embraced sexual ones. Her senior portfolio was the talk of the art department and it got her accepted into the University of South Carolina’s M.F.A. program in studio art. Though it took her over ten years to complete, her graduation at thirty-five years old brought her great pride.

Her male model became one of Sue’s housemates that fall, then her lover, then her fiancée, then her husband. She had gotten to know Calvin while intently watching him have sex with her best friend three times a week for six weeks. It made for a very unusual love story that she had never told her kids. Though as she started the slide show, she vowed she would tell Stephen and Kate the whole story and show them those original photos within the next few weeks.

The next image on the big monitor was a semi-silhouette close-up of Sue’s head and upper body, the light just wrapping around her cheeks making the nearside dark, but not black. The man was in front of her with more than half of his penis inside of her mouth. Once again she realized that if Stephen had been in his own body she would not have been quite so sanguine about sitting beside him like this. After all with her oversized screens, the image was quite graphic as it showed her sucking Juan’s erection. But sharing these photos with someone in the body of a forty-one-year-old woman didn’t embarrass her in the least.

She scrolled through a few more photos in another set, this one of Stephen’s mother, Mary, and the Hispanic man using the chaise lounge to achieve all sorts of threesome combinations. It was clear to Stephen that the photo set was shot right here in his mom’s studio. His mother stopped on one photo of her situated on the leather chaise lounge. She was on all fours eating out Mary, while the man stood behind the lounge with his penis almost completely inside of her. Half of the shaft was visible behind her buns to show that the rest was inside Stephen’s mother.

Stephen made himself appear to be relaxed while looking at a photo of his mom getting fucked by another man while she ate out her best friend. Yet, he could not believe how normal it really did seem to look at photos of his mom in a threesome while she sat right there beside him. Well, it was not exactly like she was sitting beside him, because by all appearances it was not his mom, but himself. Even still, it seemed weird how quickly all this felt normal. He hoped things like this would stay normal once he returned to his own body.

As calmly as if they were looking at family vacation photos she said “It might be too long ago for you to remember, but this is the day we broke the chaise lounge. I think you were six years old. It seems someone in our swinger group heard I was a professional artist and commissioned me to do a series of illustrations for a book she was writing. These were ostensibly the reference photos for that project, but I think they stand on their own. Nothing came of the project and the money I was paid for two dozen pen & ink illustrations did not cover the cost of fixing the chaise lounge. Fortunately, since I had model releases for both Mary and Juan, I’ve sold wall-sized prints from some of the best of these at a couple of swinger & alternative lifestyle conventions.”

Sue was working just as much as Stephen to appear relaxed looking through the images. She moved to the next group of photos, this one was of Mary taking it from her husband and Stephen’s dad in a variety of positions. “Not to criticize your father, but his body was in way better shape back then. Not that you will ever tell him I said that.” She laughed as she went through the photos. Stephen laughed too because it was obvious the man in the photos was in far better shape than what he saw at the pool last summer.

A photo came up of Mary sitting backward on Calvin with her legs spread. His penis certainly appeared to be fully into her ass. Stephen asked “So does Mary like anal? I mean it looks like Dad’s dick in her ass?”

Sue moved to the next photo with Juan standing between Calvin’s legs, guiding his penis into Mary’s open vagina. “Yea, she does. She particularly likes two guys in her at once.” She moved to the next photo where Mary was filled by both men. “It’s not really my thing, but she can be a real freak sometimes. The pose was on the list of illustrations for me to do for the proposed book. Not that Mary complained.”

Stephen watched as the next group was of his mother doing his dad and Mary’s husband. Again the photos displayed a variety of poses with penises in her hand, her mouth and her vagina. “Mom?” He asked. “Do you think we will be able to look at these photos together like this once we are in our own bodies, or would that be too weird.”

She stopped with an image of her sitting on his dad’s face, with Mary’s husband standing in front of her, penis in her mouth. “I don’t know. I really don’t, though I actually hope so. I would like this to become the new normal. In my closet I have a few poster-sized prints left of this set I’ve sold at conventions; I’ve wanted to put one or two of them on the walls in here. Wouldn’t that make Kate’s friends from the Tuesday Art Commune eyes pop?” They both laughed then she said “But first let’s get back into our own bodies then we will see.” She turned back to the screen. “This is the last photo of this set. When Juan got up on the chaise with Calvin and me, it broke and I fell and I sprained my wrist. We had to do without the images of me in the middle with both men fucking me at once, not that I minded. There are a lot more photos from this shoot, but they aren’t in this directory.”

Stephen asked, “So you were going to do some pics with one dick in your pussy and one in your ass?”

Sue nodded “I said anal isn’t one of my regular things, but that doesn’t mean I’ve never done it. Somewhere in the videos is one your dad took of me doing that with Ken and Jack and I’ll admit I had a great time that day. But like I said, I do that on rare occasions like once every couple of years. Mary on the other hand…well if you like seeing photos of that, later you can look through all of Mary’s photos, there are a number of sets with her doing two guys at once. She really likes it.”

Sue went to the next set of photos. They were in color rather than black and white this time. They were just of Mary on the chaise. Rather than the tattered brocade the chaise had in the prior set, it showed it covered in the same leather it had now. “When we had the chaise repaired and recovered, we had it reinforced so it will hold a threesome without any danger. But to answer your question about my relationship with Mary: She and I are good friends and to me it is the most natural thing in the world to have sex with your friends. But to be clear we almost always have sex when we are with men. The truth is we both very much enjoy making out and going down on each other. When she comes to the studio to pose for me, we usually have a threesome with your dad before she goes home. We also share men from her stable every month or two. Once a year or so I am her sidekick while she goes cruising for young guys. Those weekends are really… really wild.”

Stephen was having a hard time taking in the fact that his mom and dad must have sex with Mary at least three or four times a year right in the house… likely when he was home. Yet he’d had no idea. He could not help but wonder what other things went on right under his nose that he had missed. It was one thing for his mom to tell him that she fucked around; it was something else to see photos of her doing it. The truth was he was turned on by the photos…and he wanted to jack off. But he didn’t have a dick! He thought about trying to play with his pussy, but he was still unsure of what to do. Instead, he pushed back the shawl his mom had put on him earlier and began to play with his nipples. That helped. It felt really good, but he wished he could just stroke his cock.

Sue continued through the photos, “In some of my erotic paintings, I paint myself as the subject. They are sort of a fantasy outlet drawn from our party photos and of my feelings. I’m surprised you never noticed they were me.”

She was right Stephen had seen virtually all the paintings his mother had done in the last ten years and many of them included people having sex; but he’d never realized some of those figures were of his mother. He hadn’t even considered that many of those hot and sometimes weird paintings were not just imaginary, but they were of real people. So much he had missed.

She came to a photo of a painting entitled “Gaia receives the life seed as the Fairy Queen prattles.” Not only had he seen that painting in her studio, he’d pulled his dick out and jacked off looking at it leaving a puddle of cum on the floor.

Sue saw his interest in the image and stopped scrolling to say “That was taken of me with a friend from our circle. I was on a table talking to the man’s wife while he drilled me. Your father took the picture and when I saw it, I instantly imagined this painting. I get why you didn’t realize it was me, but I’m surprised you didn’t realize that was Dianna as the fairy queen. For this painting, she posed sitting right on this desk in some of her mother’s lingerie.

She was right, Stephen hadn’t realized Dianna was the Fairy Queen, though now he couldn’t miss it.

Sue scrolled through more images with the location changing several times. A set that was just iPhone sex pics, like he had of himself and both Jenny and Monica, rather than images that looked like a pro had shot them came up. The guy in the photo was much younger than either his mom or Mary.

Sue continued her narration “Like I said, once a year or so she and I do it with the hot younger guys who flock to her. I’m not sure why, but she can go to any college bar in the region and come out with a guy or two an hour later. Every time! I won’t pretend I don’t like occasionally joining her with those kids who can go on like the Eveready Bunny. This particular time she and I had picked up two guys from Limestone College and took them to a hotel near the campus. You can see how the mix changes as we passed the camera around. So while it looks like a bunch of different threesomes, it is a foursome with one person shooting pics. This set is one of the most recent I have of me. It is from just a few months ago.” When a photo of just his mom and Mary doing sixty-nine came up, she added “Almost all the young guys like watching us do this. Not that it isn’t fun of course.”

Another of Stephen’s puzzlements suddenly had an answer. Since the fall, when Mary has been over at the house he could swear she’d been checking him out. Not like adults usually did, but like girls who asked him to have sex with them did. Stephen couldn’t help but laugh and asked “Does Mary want to have sex with me?”

His mother’s eyes got big “Why do you think that?”

“I’m not stupid Mom. She looks at me with THAT look. I know what it means. Girls at my school use it too.”

“I guess you are more grown-up than I realized,” Sue said then she laughed too. “But perhaps Mary could see something in you I couldn’t until today. She noticed how you’ve started to look at her when she poses for me. When you were younger it was no more than a curiosity to walk in when I left the studio door open when she posed, but in the last few years even I can tell you look at her differently.”

It was odd and amusing for Sue to see her own face blush. She had noticed all right, just like she’d noticed the same thing when Joliette McCurry-Carter had sat for her just a few months before. Stephen had not been home the last few times she’d painted the very pretty adult daughter of her friends the McCurry’s. Sue had not shut the studio door as she did when most women sat for her. When Stephen had come home from football practice he unknowingly walked right in on her standing in the middle of her studio. She was posing braced on a stool holding a bottle of wine in just a pair of high heels & a string of pearls. In just seconds, his face went from shock, to ogling to an embarrassed “oh I’m sorry” before Joliette rescued him by saying “Oh it’s quite all right, I don’t mind.” After that he’d very obviously took his sweet time before leaving again. “So, yes, Mary told me over a year ago she wanted to jump your sixteen-year-old bones…. or I guess right now they are my seventeen-year-old bones. I’ll confess if she showed up today, it would be fun making love to her as a man for once… and I would do it for sure.”

That brought more laughter and …and something else. They both realized she’d called him a man and that was significant. Sue thought she needed to explain further. “When she first brought it up over a year ago, I told her no. You were too young and she had to wait since the age of consent is seventeen here. But in November, weeks before you turned seventeen she brought it back up. It was no accident that she was at the little party we had for you? She actually planned to give you a good fuck for your birthday, but Jenny was there and she couldn’t bring herself to do that to such a pretty and sweet girl.”

Stephen was surprised and turned on by the idea. But, he reminded himself that despite some talk about doing things with other people, he and Jenny had both been monogamous since that party in August…well technically since he hadn’t had his dick in a girl’s vagina since then. But he could not wonder what Jenny would say if he told her that his mom’s best friend wanted to have sex with him.

His mom seemed to hear his thoughts. She leaned over to him and offered “You could tell Jenny you overheard Mary talking about you to me. You might be surprised what she would go for. Perhaps Jenny would be open to a …uh educational session. In a single afternoon threesome, Mary could teach her more than she would learn in a decade on her own. She’s got more experience than any dozen other women would gain after a lifetime. I know Mary would jump at the chance to play teacher to a hot young couple.”

He didn’t know what to say. “Thanks Mom, but I’m not quite sure if I should. She’s been used before and I never want her to feel that way again.”

Sue understood and wondered why she’d even said that. The insistent erection in her sweats seemed to answer that question. Sure she was not ashamed that she masturbated to her own sex photos fairly often, but she had not expected such a reaction. She tried to ignore it.

“We will talk about this again another time, but let’s get back to the matter at hand.” She went back to the main directory and then found the subdirectory she was looking for. She went through some thumbnails, then opened up an image. It was a large room, apparently in a house, but the only furniture present were chairs and a couch along the walls. On the open floor were piles of blankets and pillows. In the center of the room was a middle-aged, balding man receiving a blow job. Beside him on the blankets was a middle-aged woman with salt & pepper hair riding a man with some vigor. “The two people you can see clearly are Bill Thompson and his wife Dot. They will be joining you tonight.” She clicked to the next photo. It was essentially the same but closed in on Dot’s face. Clearly she was enjoying herself. The next photo was a close-up of Bill’s dick and the mouth of the woman. From this angle, it was obvious that the woman sucking dick was Stephen’s mother.

“Just to be clear, tonight that penis will be in your mouth. Are you ready? You told me that you don’t mine tasting other guy’s semen. That’s good. His spunk is actually very nice tasting. When we fuck we use a condom but more often than not I have him take it off to cum in my mouth. You will see what I mean about his taste.”

Stephen didn’t say anything. Sue turned to look at him. While his face was blank sitting on the posing stool, he was playing with “her” boobs with both hands and she could tell he was squeezing “her” thighs together so tight they were beginning to cross. She suspected he wasn’t even conscious of doing that. Squeezing and slightly crossing her thighs was more or less an involuntary form of self-stimulation for her. She had started doing that even before she had started masturbating as a teenager. Until that moment she had not thought on how the urge to do that was not present in the male body she inhabited. What she had was a penis that was screaming to be let out of the sweatpants.

Sue backed out to a different sub-directory and opened an image of herself sitting on a lounge chair at a swimming pool surrounded by nude people. A guy’s dick was literally balls deep in her mouth. “That is Dillon McMaster. He and his wife will be there tonight too. You will also almost surely be sucking his dick as well. Like I said earlier, sucking dick is really much easier than eating a woman out. Since you aren’t squeamish about cum, I think you will do fine.” She knew this was a done deal. He would hem and haw for appearances sake, but he would most certainly do it….and enjoy it.

She changed to a photo of a bleach blond, who just happened to be sitting right beside Sue on the same lounge chair, sucking Calvin’s penis. Was she intentionally bringing up oral sex pics? She didn’t know. The hard-on was clouding her thoughts. “That is Dillon’s wife Trudy and of course your dad.”

She looked back at Stephen sitting on the stool. She saw he had flipped back the front of the shawl. At that moment she very much liked looking at that naked body… her naked body. She really, really liked looking at it. A small voice in her head asked if that was vain or creepy. She shut the voice off. ‘No, it was not vain or creepy’ she said to herself. The look in Stephen’s (her) face said he was horny as hell. She knew that look all too well from years of looking at herself in the mirror while she had sex or just masturbated. That realization in turn elicited a sexual response in her male body.

Stephen smiled and responded “I actually understand in my head. Perhaps that is because I’m now a female. To be honest, I actually want to do it. It turns me on to imagine me in a room full of people, sucking dick…. but … but I just don’t’ want to freak out when the time comes. What if I get sick when I actually put a penis in my mouth?”

Later she would tell herself that it was the dick she was wearing thinking for her, or the incomplete impulse control mechanisms in her son’s brain that caused her to act. But either way, the effect was that Sue stood up and pushed back the rolling office chair before kicking off the sweatpants she wore. She turned to face Stephen’s aroused female body with her painfully full erection. “Well, right now you have an opportunity you may never have again: you can suck your own dick in a way that is really easy.”

Though he had not told her, he had already landed on that idea. He assumed if he suggested giving “himself” a practice blowjob his mother would just tell him to use the dildo. Looking at her, he knew she was offering to let him suck her off. He suspected she wanted him to do it. Though he knew he was going to put his cock in his mouth, he thought it would look better to resist jumping on it. “I don’t know” he said.

Sue’s years of experience with men told her there was no way in hell she wasn’t about to get head. Stephen was dying to start. She didn’t heed his answer. Her penis was more than ready to go. She was dealing with a kind of sexual desire she had never in her life experienced. She was embarrassed by how much she wanted him to do this. She leaned over to start an automatic slide show of all the photos in the Events directory. There were literally several thousand sex photos there. After all, she thought, this would not be the first time she’d had sex in her studio with those photos running in the background. She turned back to her nude body, spread her own (Stephen’s) legs and stood between them, putting the hard-on she wore right in front of the lips Stephen was wearing.

Sitting in the office chair, Stephen looked at his naked dick now just inches from his mouth. He held back to the count of ten then leaned forward and wrapped his mother’s lips around the head of his own penis.

Sue shook from the touch. She was not prepared for how, once her penis was in the warm mouth, she desperately wanted release. She was disoriented by the unfamiliar urges and the lack of control.

Stephen wanted to make his body climax. He’d tasted his jizz more than a few times. He’d licked it off his fingers and had licked it off of Jenny’s tits, her ass and her stomach; but the idea of sucking it right from the shaft was such a turn-on. He knew just what to do. He pressed his lips down hard and went down just past the head and then back again. Slowly at first but quickly speeding up.

Sue was overwhelmed by the speed at which the arousal had come to an almost unbearable level. When she felt a hand touch her balls, she knew the climax was on its way. Her thighs tensed. She found herself doing something she hated done to her, she grabbed the back of the strawberry head of hair and pushed her penis in deeper. She wanted it all in.

Stephen was surprised at how strong his mom’s pull was, but not surprised at all that she was doing it. He did the very same thing to almost every girl who blew him as he climaxed. He could feel the orgasm unfolding in the way the scrotum in his hand moved. If he’d been on his knees, the penis would have already been down his throat, but as it was, sitting on the side of the stool, his mother’s urgent pull on his head only put about two-thirds of the organ in his mouth.

He was more than prepared for the viscous fluid that came forth. He was drawing hard, like on a straw in a thick milkshake. He swallowed each stream as it came forth and kept the suction up well after the last drop was spent. He knew that was how he liked it best.

Sue held on to the head of red hair for support. Both the rapidity at which the climax came and its intensity left her dazed. She felt the continued pulling of fluid from her body even after the ejaculation was fully over. It was so fulfilling; so complete. She had always taken her mouth off men’s penises when the last spasm had passed and looked up at them. She thought that was sexy. Now she knew there were other things to do.

When Stephen finally released her, the penis had only gone to half-mast. Even while she felt utterly spent, she stumbled backward, across the room, she fell into the embrace of the leather chaise lounge. Yet even now a little tingle from her groin began again. Her mind was slowly clearing from the testosterone induced insanity. She couldn’t believe what she had done.

Stephen sat upright in the office chair, very pleased with himself. Before turning back to look at the slideshow of his mother’s sex pics, he said, “Damn, I’ve got a great cock. Nearly perfect if I say so myself. Even my spunk tastes sexy.”

Sue’s mind had begun to return. She asked herself how did she go right from the idea of him sucking her off, to doing it without any time to consider whether she should. What was wrong with her? She knew the answer; it was not her brain at all, but that of a seventeen-year-old boy. She’d used the phrase ‘thinking with your dick’ more than once. Now it was her turn to be guilty of thinking with her dick. Another lesson learned. Now laying back on the chase lounge, she looked over at him and said “You’ll be impossible to live with now.”

“Hell yea!” He grinned with her smile. “You are all worried that I won’t act like you tonight. How about you worry about how you do in my body. If you pop after two minutes with Jenny, you will really disappoint her. She likes it to last for hours.”

“Hours hugh?” Sue questioned.

“Yea, hours. Why do you think I got home at 2:00 AM? She and I took a blanket out to the park and we did it from 11:45 till 1:20.”

She knew he had to be exaggerating. “I thought her parents had an 11:00 curfew for her. How’d you do that if she was at home?” she charged.

“Jenny was already well fucked and home at 11:00, but she was out the window and back in my car and horny as hell by 11:30” he boasted.

Sue’s heart still beat a-mile-a-minute, but it was slowing. The erection had not subsided; rather it was already firming again.

She watched Stephen looking at the two big screens, both showing photos from the same swinger pool party they had been looking at before. The two screens unfolded a series of photos of her mounted and riding a man on the pool deck. She could not remember his name. On the right screen, a second man, with a penis quite a bit larger than average, appeared beside her in one of the photos. It was Wesley Emmet. She liked him a lot. It had been too long since they’d played with him and his wife Eva. She watched Stephen watch the photos unfold of his mother fucking one man and sucking the dick of another. She assumed Calvin had shot this series of photos using one of her two professional Nikons.

The thought came to her, “How many different men did these photos show putting their cocks into her?” She had no idea. A pair of close-up photos of her face pressed to Wesley’s pelvis as she took his cock down to the base came up, Stephen said “Wow Mom! You really are good at that. My dick isn’t quite as big as his, but no girl has ever come close to doing that to me.”

Sue chuckled out loud. “It’s because they are girls. You have never been with a woman before. I have no doubt Mary would be glad to teach Jenny to do that to you. It’s really not that hard. You can work on it tonight. My throat is quite used to taking cock all the way down. I pretty much do it every time I give head. I just swallow the dick, like I am swallowing a large pill. If you try it that way the penis will go down easier. But for any penis that is longer than about six inches you need to swallow like that several times in a row. I can take virtually any cock down to the base. The feeling of an erection down my throat is like nothing else.” She almost said that once in his own body, after tonight he would want to feel cock in his throat again. But she thought that might freak him out. She’d never known any guy who once he’d sucked cock the first time didn’t want to do it again…and again. That included Stephen’s father, but she thought she’d keep that bit of information to herself for the moment.

The slide show kept on. It moved to a house party. More pics of her and/or Calvin engaged in sex with an impressive variety of people were shown on the two screens. Surely he did not notice, but in the background of a number of the pics she saw the parents of his two best friends. She wondered what he would do when a close-up of one of them came up.

She considered getting up to retrieve the sweatpants, but to her astonishment, the penis was actually almost fully hard again. Perhaps she should not have been watching the slide show. She let her hand grip the cock that was again demanding attention and slowly stroked. Stephen happened to turn back to look at her. His eyes went to her stroking his cock. He smiled. Their eyes met, but she did not stop. She wanted to say something when he moved from the stool and took position on his knees beside the chaise lounge where she was laying. She thought she should tell him no when he pulled her hip up so that the penis pointed toward him. But she did not.

He looked to her face and said, “You don’t think just because I filled a condom fucking her in my car before taking Jenny home that I was done did you? At the park I filled her mouth, just like you did me, then five minutes later I was more than hard enough to put on condom number two for the night. When we have the time, I can always cum twice, usually three times. One day over this past Christmas break you and Dad were out from like ten in the morning till midnight. Jenny and I spent all day together and I came five times in twelve hours.”

Sue was impressed with that. He was certainly his father’s son. She’d better not tell Mary. That woman who loved young cock so much would just go crazy wanting to do Stephen.

Sue did not resist when he wrapped his (her) lips around the head of her cock for a second time and began to work in earnest. This time she was able to fully appreciate all the pleasures of getting a blow job. There was no way that if he were a stranger that she would believe he had never given head before. Not only did it feel amazing, but to watch her body giving head in real time was so much hotter than to watch herself do it in a video. She just relaxed and enjoyed. She knew what he was doing when she felt him take her penis deeper threw a series of steps till his lips were nestled in his dark red pubic hair. She opened her eyes to watch till he came up for air.

“You are doing really good,” she said in a voice far more breathy than she’d expected. “Really really good. I’m so glad I got to feel it from this end.”

He went down on her again. Sue thought ‘Damn does this feel good.’ Stephen was up on one knee, his (her) torso was up against the chaise. She knew she could easily reach his pussy. She already knew that this time she would not stop when he got close to cumming.

When her fingers contacted his vulva, spread wide by his position with one knee and one foot on the ground, he jumped. He pulled his face free from her penis and looked into her eyes. There was no doubt he was not seeing his mother at all. He saw only a sex partner. Suddenly she knew that look. He was silently asking to mount her. NO! They could not fuck. That would be crossing a line. A very fuzzy line to be sure. And if he got as far as to straddle her, she doubted she could bring herself to tell him not to put it in. The hard truth was she wanted him to do it. She wanted to fuck. But she wouldn’t …she couldn’t. She broke eye contact and looked at her fingers on his vulva. He got the message evidently and went back down onto her dick.

She eased a finger between the inner lips and into his vagina. His body was more than ready for it. She found the right area on the vaginal roof and began to stimulate it. She’d done this to women for over twenty years. She knew how to get a woman off, and this was her own body besides.

This time the rise to orgasm came much more slowly for Sue, but the powerful urges were the same. She used the time to keep Stephen right on the edge of orgasm. ‘I am good at this’ she thought as his hips slowly rocked as she stimulated him with her middle and index finger. Each time he was close, he would stop sucking and she backed off. Unlike her son, she knew just how long to keep the dance going. Finally, she let herself embrace the pleasure Stephen was giving. Only when she was sure her orgasm was irreversible did she start hard finger fucking.

If there was less power or semen the second time she could not tell it. She’d finger banged women to orgasm while she herself was climaxing literally hundreds of times. Even as the second stream of her ejaculation shot forth, Stephen threw his head back and almost yelled “OH FUCK!” as the orgasm hit him. The semen shot up and onto his tits before he jerked forward and buried his face in her pubic hair. The spasming hips told the rest of the story. The last two streams landed in his hair.

For close to half an hour they lay on the chaise like two spoons. Sue wasn’t sure if she or Stephen or both nodded off in the comfortable pose. Only the clock on the bottom of the primary monitor told her time had passed. Holding her own body close to her in her arms was oddly comforting. She enjoyed how much larger she was than her female lover. For that is who she held close, a female lover. Not her son and not a casual lay. This was a woman she loved deeply. She told herself she had not lain with a woman in too long. Then the thought hit her, she felt this way with Mary. Perhaps she and Mary were lovers after all. Perhaps she’d been lying to herself for years. Why had it taken this to admit she loved Mary? This was just another in the growing list of revelations made this day.

Once again, she realized she again had a firm erection. It was nestled between her lover’s soft ass cheeks. As if on their own, her hips were very slowly thrusting. The friction on her penis felt so very good. Her left arm lay under her lover and she held her lover’s breast in her hand. Her right arm went over and she had been softly caressing the woman’s right nipple absentmindedly. With purpose she moved her big hand to the woman’s soft belly. Her lover’s body was that of a mature woman with curves. Not fat or even heavy, but womanly. Her hand traced the upward curve of the soft hip. She let her strangely large hand rest on the crest of the round hip. Her face was buried in the strawberry blond hair. She could smell her own scent, the perfume of the shampoo and even the smell of Stephen’s semen that had landed in the red-orange tresses. Her lover smelled good. She softly kissed the woman’s neck. The reality of the situation was gone for the moment. They were lovers in post orgasmic bliss. All was good.

Her lover slightly lifted her right leg, the way had been opened. Without any conscious thought, her hips changed their motion and direction. The fully engorged penis entered the triangular space between her lover’s thighs and vulva. She felt her shaft wedge itself between her lover’s larger lips. She felt the heat and wetness on the top of her penis. The thrusting resumed, slightly faster than before. Her lover moaned with pleasure. She pulled the woman tighter. Another moan.

Into this bliss came the consciousness that soon she would find the slippery gate. They would be in coitus. She and her lover would be having sex. On the edge of her consciousness she knew that beyond the surface, her lover was her son. Slowly that reality began to solidify.

Suddenly clarity shot through the soft haze. The realization shattered the dream. If she did not make herself stop now, in under a minute the penis would find the pathway and she and her son would be fucking. That could never be undone. That could not happen! Sure she’d let him suck his own dick. He’d said himself he had tried but just couldn’t bend that way. So there was nothing wrong with that. And yes she’d gotten her own body off to a great orgasm. But she’d been fingering herself to orgasm since she was a young teenager. But fucking was fucking and it didn’t matter whose body they were in. She and her son could not have sex!

It took far more effort to release that womanly body inhabited by her son than she could have imagined. A voice in her head said ‘It is OK. Do it. He wants it and you want it. You would be doing him a favor to have his first fuck before tonight.’ She shut the voice down. In her head, she screamed ‘No! No! No!’

Stephen was also deep in the haze of sexual bliss. He had fully embraced himself as a woman. He was not himself, he was a woman and the pleasure of feeling a man’s body pressed on her back pushed out all thoughts. He was she, and she had felt the erection and shifted her right leg to open up the pathway. When she’d felt the cock sliding back and forth in the little tunnel she’d made she moaned. She was so ready to be filled. She waited for the head of the penis to open up her little lips and fill her. The slap of a large hand on his bare ass jolted him out of the waking dream.

“OK Stephen. Let me up. You can stay here, but I’m getting up” Sue said in a tone that was both affectionate and firm. She just couldn’t bring herself to use the “mom” voice. She slid down and off the bottom of the leather covered chaise. She saw the sweatshirt and pants on the ground. ‘When did I take off the shirt?’ she wondered and pulled on the pants. It took a few minutes of sitting in her office chair for her head to finally clear of teenage boy arousal and post orgasmic nirvana. Finally, she said, “Get me dressed too if you don’t mind.” She knew that things had gone way too far. Sure it was his penis, but it was her lips. No, she couldn’t pick her decisions apart. What was done was done. She was determined to take charge again.

Chapter 6

Sue pulled back on the sweatshirt and looked at her son in as much of a motherly way as she could manage while wearing Stephen’s body. “You will probably find it easier to use the flavored condoms when you go down on the guys tonight. I nearly always use a condom when I give head to a guy I don’t know.”

“Nearly?” her son queried.

‘Good’ she thought, back to conversation. Though earlier she had not told him everything, she knew that was the best route forward. Sue said aloud “Since this is National Total Honesty Day, I guess I should explain about how I approach safer sex. I nearly always use a condom for blow jobs with guys I don’t know. But, I confess I don’t always do that. If a new guy is like really hot, I usually want to taste his cum in my mouth. Even if we have used a condom to fuck, when he is close to cumming, I go back to oral and take off the condom. You seem to understand the turn-on that tasting guy’s semen is; so you will understand why I don’t use a condom on some occasions, even though I really should. And to be fully honest, I never use one when I suck men I know well. At the club, you will be able to tell who they are. The guys I have fucked a good number of times will have a relaxed attitude about sex around you: not pushy, but casual.”

He nodded, but she doubted he really understood. “And you need to understand most of the time we don’t have sex with new people at the club. It is most often people we know. And sometimes your dad and I enjoy having sex just with each other in a public place where other people can see us. It is like you and Jenny did it that first time at the party. There is something special about people watching you have sex. Have you guys had sex in front of other people since then?”

Her son answered so casually it showed they had really passed the point of embarrassment. “Not like that, but at the team Christmas party she and I had sex in a bedroom while the party was going on. After we had gotten naked but before we really got going, without any comment, she opened the door half way then climbed on top of me. It didn’t’ take long for word to get around that she and I were screwing and we’d left the door open. We went on a good while with lots of people looking in, and a few coming right in the room to watch…and take phone pics.

“Did you find that a turn on?”

He smiled, “Yea, we both did.”

His mother smiled back, “So you already understand the draw of the swing club, even to people who never actually swing.”

He nodded, clearly thinking it through. “Yea, I’ve never thought of it that way. Sure, I’ve seen public sex videos on the internet, but I never really thought that Jenny and I have more or less done the same thing. I guess I’m more like you than I realized.”

Sue could not help but laugh. “I’ve known you are a young male version of me for years. Though you are way better looking and more popular than I was at your age. That probably accounts for a good many of our fights.”

Stephen again nodded in agreement. Then he asked “Do you use a condom when you fuck other guys?”

“Always,” his mother said sharply. Then she paused and thought, in a less adamant voice she corrected, “OK, that is not true. During my wild time in college, I rarely used a condom and I was generally irresponsible.” She took a deep breath. She’d told the kids when Stephen started high school that she’d used drugs while in college and it had led to unfortunate outcomes. But she’d not gone into detail. Now she thought she needed to. “Too much vodka and tequila along with regular use of ecstasy and occasional hits of acid made for very poor choices on my part.”

She again needed to take a deep breath. “More times than I’d like to admit I woke up in places I had no memory of going.”

Stephen asked, “Like where?”

“Like guys’ apartments. Now to be clear, if it was one of my friends from the art community it didn’t bother me, but it was when I had no idea who the guy or guys with me were that both embarrassed and scared me. A couple of times I woke up in apartments with multiple guys, none of whom I even knew their name. I slipped out without even finding out which ones I’d had sex with, but in both cases, the amount of goo suggested I’d done multiple guys without condoms. That was really, really stupid and dangerous. But the worst risk I took was at Spring Break during my sophomore year. I was drunk and or stoned for nearly the entire time. It took me weeks of asking people to even begin to piece together most of what happened, but there are still gaps where I haven’t a clue what I did. My friends told me that twice I went off with groups of guys and didn’t come back till the next morning.”

Stephen asked, “What happened?”

“That is just the thing, I’m not sure. One of the mornings I found myself in a hotel room with four guys. On my way out, one of them woke up, and from what he said I gathered that I did all four of them multiple times. Even that morning I didn’t remember any of their names. The other time was worse. I woke up in my bed, but my roommates said I stumbled into our hotel room just before dawn. I had no idea what happened or how I got back to my hotel. My pussy was sore like I’d been doing it for hours. I don’t know if I did one, two or the whole group of guys I left the club with. That is something I regret doing for sure and I hope Kate never ever finds herself in that situation. But the point is for a couple of years I took crazy risk with unprotected often anonymous hook-up sex.”

Stephen asked, “And that is how you did it with a hundred different guys?”

His mom answered, “It’s not how many guys I had sex with, it is the risks that I took. As I told you earlier, I paid a price. What I didn’t say was that I contracted STD’s several times and…” she paused again. “Drinking heavily and using recreational drugs is not conducive to taking birth control pills every single morning. I got pregnant twice in just over a year and subsequently had two abortions. Neither time did I have any idea who the sperm donor had been.” She just sat and let that hang. “I was actually fortunate that I did not contract HIV. By all rights, I should have and I had two friends who did.”

She tried to read her son’s reaction, but he just nodded. She was sure that would make the point about safer sex practices better than had she lied and said she had always used condoms. “By the time I met your father, I had become a committed condom user. For several years, your father and I used them religiously. But then we decided to make you. So Calvin and I tossed the condoms. As you know Kate is less than a year younger than you, that was because we did not go back to using condoms after you joined our family. When she was born I got fixed, so he and I didn’t need them for birth control. The truth is I like semen to be part of the mix. I know a lot of women think cum is gross, but ever since I got turned on to sex for fun, the goo has been part of it. But I’ve also learned my lessons. When we opened our marriage, we again used condoms every time he or I screwed other people. It was only after we had joined the Pulaski’s poly circle did I remember how much I disliked condoms and liked semen as part of things. They introduced us to the idea of a closed circle. All the couples commit to use condoms at public places and when they are with people outside the group. After much thought, we became part. I’d gotten my tubes tied after Kate was born and your father had gotten a vasectomy when we had opened our marriage to other people. Till the first time we were with that group I hadn’t barebacked any guy but your father in like seven years.”

Stephen got up off the chaise lounge and returned to sitting in the office chair. He had not dressed her body as told. rather he had already resumed gently caressing his (her) vulva as he watched the photos on the two 32” screens. He made no effort to hide what he was doing and Sue didn’t object.

She, sitting on the stool again continued. “We have several interlocking groups of friends or circles. Two identify as poly groups but beyond that is the larger regional swinger community. In addition to the club outside of Charlotte you will go to tonight, there are two groups that sponsor hotel and house parties. Except for when we are with members of that closed group centered on the Pulaski’s, your father and I use condoms. The few times we have failed and one of us did not use condoms with people outside the group we always get an STD test before we have bareback sex again. So last night your father used a condom, and all the guys you see tonight will too.”

“Do I know any of the other couples in your groups?”

She almost said that she would not tell him, but the photos were showing already. Given the circumstances he might not recognize the people today, but when he goes back to look again he would. Almost all the sex photos were of people in their two closer circles of friends, many of whom are in their friends group in the “vanilla” world as well.

“Yes, you have actually met almost all of them, and some you have known most of your life.”

He impatiently asked, “Who?”

“Well, I just mentioned the Pulaski’s”

Somehow, he had not grasped that the Pulaski’s she mentioned before were in fact the same Pulaski’s who owned a horse farm just over a mile from them in a huge house with an amazing swimming pool. From what he had heard they had moved from Chicago around the time he was born. Mr. Pulaski somehow made a fortune off of soybeans and pork bellies in the Chicago Mercantile Exchange. Though for the life of him, Stephen could not understand how anyone got rich off of pork bellies and soybeans.

Sue added “We were part of their circle before we moved to this house. They were the ones that let us know it was on the market. That led us to move here rather than closer to Charlotte.”

Once again, Stephen suddenly found connections he had not seen before. Though the Pulaski’s kids were grown and gone now, he knew all four of them. When he was in first and second grade, the Pulaski’s oldest was in college and the two girls were in high school. So to kids like him and Kate, they were just like adults. Their son was only four years older than Stephen, but still that meant he was not a peer. Those memories were firm in his mind because of the times when he was in elementary school and he and Kate and Mom went over to swim in their pool. Both the high school-aged girls had big tits that were barely covered by their bikini tops; and even more memorable, both girls almost always wore tiny thong bikinis. It was the first time he remembers seeing a live girl dressed like that. While his mom wore bikinis that showed just as much, those girls were not his mother; and with their thongs the girls looked naked from behind. He might have only been seven or eight years old, but he noticed that. Even when the two girls went off to college they still showed up sometimes in the summer, and always in the same very hot swimwear.

Even now while Mrs. Pulaski was a grandmother, she was still hot with huge tits and he’d seen her wearing stuff at the pool parties that would make Beth McCormick blush… but sometimes he saw her wearing nothing at all. For the last three summers, they had paid him to mow their front lawn using their cool riding mower. He knew they had money to pay professionals to keep their yard, so he suspected his parents and the Pulaski’s had him do it to teach him responsibility. That was OK with him since they paid him and gave him permission to use their pool whenever he wanted. Sure, Collin’s parents had a pool too, but the Pulaski’s was closer and so much better. And while Collin’s mom was younger and thinner, there was a lot to like about looking at Mrs. Pulaski when he found her sunning.

Though she always covered up when she saw he was there, if Mrs. Pulaski was out by the pool when he arrived, she would be lying out naked. She never appeared the least bit embarrassed that he saw her. He knew she knew he saw everything, but until today he just thought that was their little secret. Now he was sure his parents knew all along.

Another thing now made sense to him as well. As far back as he could remember, his parents, or sometimes just his mom or just his dad, took the fifteen-minute walk over to the Pulaski house on weekend afternoons and even late at night. How many times did Mom and Dad go down to the Pulaski’s house to meet friends? And then there was the big pool party at the beginning of each summer. At that party (and the two other summer pool parties his parents took him to) almost all the adult women and lots of the older girls wore outfits and swim suits that showed off way more than was legal at a public pool. Yes, it made perfect sense. He had just begun to think that through when his mother added.

“Everybody at the three big pool parties we go to each summer are in our poly group. If you think of all the adults you have seen at the Memorial Day, the 4th of July and Labor Day parties, you can make up a mental list of our playmates.”

Of course, the parties were the highlight of the summer for him and his sister and his best friends Gill and Collin. It had been so since they were too young to understand the significance that some of the mothers and older girls wore swimsuits that made them almost naked. But as they got older, they came to appreciate what they saw at the parties. He and his buddies had a whole cache of photos they had taken with their cell phones: bare asses, nipple slips, his mom’s pubes showing above her bottoms and even a few of the older teens feeling each other off when they thought nobody was looking. The parties were nothing short of epic.

‘But’ the thought burst in ‘then why were Collin’s and Gill’s parents there?” He looked at his mother and started to ask something…Sue smiled “Yes Stephen. Gill’s parents were part of the Pulaski’s poly circle when we first joined, they only dropped out last year when things fell apart for them. Collin’s parents joined about eight years ago. I’ve had sex with all four of them many, many times.” Then she added, “With the five of them if you include Vivian’s new husband.”

Nothing that had happened so far, not even waking up in his mother’s body was any more of a shock to his world than what she said so casually. He even stopped playing with his pussy. He just lay there with his mouth open.

She went on “The fact we all had kids about the same age drew us into a pretty tight three couple poly group. As you know we did everything together for years. We thought of you five as our communal children. When Gill’s mother withdrew from us we were sad to see her go. Gil’s dad’s girlfriend, now his wife actually joined our group, but this past fall she asked him to stop seeing me outside of social settings. That was really hard on me.”

Stephen was unsure what she meant by that. Though he knew how Gill’s parents broke up just before the start of their sophomore year, Gill had never given him or Collin any details as to why. Perhaps he did not know. It had been really rough on everyone and that was more or less the final straw that broke the Three Musketeers apart.

Stephen finally saw the whole picture. His two closest friends in his whole life were only his friends because their parents had sex together. From the time they were in second grade he, Gill and Collin were like the Three Musketeers, and before that it was just him and Gill. They thought it was great that their parents were all friends. That meant they could hang out anytime the grown-ups did things together. Stephen tried to remember life before Gill and Collin. He could not. They had been inseparable. And she was right. Gill and Collin’s parents, in one grouping or another were more a part of his life than any of his aunts or uncles or grandparents. From when he was a little kid, very few weeks went by without seeing at least one of them in his home, and/or spending time at one of their homes with one of his parents. Sure, one of the parents had to drive the kids over to the other’s house. Why would he or his friends question why the parents stayed while he and his friends played? Now for the first time, he knew the answer to the unasked question. While he and Colin and Gill played, the parents fucked.

Sue turned to the computer and turned off the random slide show. He had not really been looking at faces, only the nudity and sex. But when she opened up a set of photos taken at Gill’s swimming pool the reality was clear. The photos showed the three sets of parents. They were all nude. “This was the last time we were all together before Jack’s accident,” she said quietly. “I’m just glad we took the time to get a group photo.”

His mother started the slide show again. This time she changed the settings so that the images changed every thirty seconds so as to give Stephen time to really see who was there and what was going on. She began her narrative again “Gill’s parents were some of our very first playmates back when you were two years old. Collin’s parents joined when you were in second grade. When Jack was killed in that wreck, your father and I all but made Viv part of our marriage. You surely remember those months after the accident, when she and her kids stayed over with us. We made no effort to hide it from any of you that she slept in our bed.”

Of course, Stephen remembered that fall all too well. He was in seventh grade. Collin and his mom & sister more or less moved in for more than a month beginning the night of Mr. Flint’s funeral. Collin slept in the guest room, Collin’s little sister Dianna slept with Kate and their mom slept with his parents. That didn’t seem weird at all at the time. It never even occurred to the boys that the parents were having sex together. In recent years he had begun to realize that it was a little strange that Mrs. Flint slept with his parents at least once a month when she and the kids stayed over; but still the idea they were screwing was not within the realm of the possible. Now he felt stupid having not realized that it was not only possible, but he should have seen it for what it was.

As Stephen tried to sort things out, his mother continued. “Before they got married, even before he moved in, Vivian’s new husband became part of our poly group. From their first date, she told James that your father and she were lovers and she did not intend to give up Calvin in her life. Understand, well before Jack died Viv was your father’s lover; but that whole experience drew them much closer.” She took a deep breath. “Gill’s father, Ken, and I are lovers too, or were. Like I said last fall his new wife asked that we break off our special relationship. It hurt, but he deserves the chance to move on with his life. The new wife is more swinger than poly. She doesn’t want deep relationships with their playmates, just sex.”

Stephen’s face was a blank. His mind was so full of swirling images and ideas he just couldn’t bring any of them into focus. She was just piling on new stuff for him before he could digest what she’d already told him.

Sue went on as the slides showed the couples just playing around at the pool. She went on “There is a difference between a playmate, even a poly playmate and a lover. Our playmates are just friends with benefits. We are more than friends with our poly circle, more like intimate friends. We share our bodies and our hearts. Almost like one big family.” In the past, she’d used that analogy but had always thrown in that they were ‘one incestuous family.’ Normally that was sure to get a laugh, but this time she decided that was a bad choice of words just now. “A person who becomes my lover goes beyond the sex. It means that person is an active part of my life. Can you even remember back to a time when Vivian Flint was not part of our family life? Or do you remember a time, prior to this past fall, when Ken Kenopple was not part of our life on a regular basis? They are your father’s and my lovers and so they are effectively part of the Richards family.”

Sue saw Stephen's mind racing. She went on “Ken still does our taxes, and we still love each other. We talk, but not nearly like we once did, and like I said, we no longer make love. Now I guess you can now see that the reason Ken stayed in our guest room while he looked for a new place after he and Judy split was not because he couldn’t afford a hotel.”

Stephen had to ask “Did their marriage break up over you?”

Sue understood the question and knew she had to provide more information than she wanted. “No, it was Leslie. You saw her at the pool parties before he and Judy broke up. She is also a CPA. She is in the same accounting group as Ken. She knew he had both a wife and lover even before they ever had sex and he told Judy about the first time they slept together on a business trip. Initially, she seemed to embrace the polyamorus way of life. For over a year Judy, Leslie and I had a great time sharing Ken. Truth is, she is great fun in bed with or without Ken. However, in retrospect, it was not what we thought. She actually spent that whole time undermining his marriage, but it was only after the fact that I saw it. Then after she had pushed Judy out of the picture, she asked him to reduce his time with me to once or twice a month. The final straw was at last year’s Halloween party when she watched Ken and I making love. She saw what we had was very deep and she just couldn’t handle him having another relationship like that. That was the last time we had sex. We still see them at parties, but we do not play with them. Your father knows I still love him deep in my heart and frankly, I hope he comes to his senses and goes back to Judy.”

She took a deep breath and re-gathered her thoughts.

“I’m sure you remember when you were in elementary school. When Gill came over in the afternoons, I’d put a video on for you or give you something else to do. Once you two were busy Ken and I made love in my bedroom. Did you never notice that when Ken got here, I would be in my street clothes, but when he left, I was always in my night shirt? I’m sure you have never noticed, but I don’t get dressed right after I’ve had sex no matter what time of day. It’s sort of a ritual for me. I always put on one of my concert tee shirts after I have sex. If you think back I’m sure you can recall many times you’ve seen me in one of those shirts while one of my friends are over. That is another habit I have that goes back to my college days. I’ve never really thought about how many things I still do now date back to those four years. Once you and Kate were approaching puberty, I began to always… well usually, put on panties before my playmate and I leave the bedroom. I think that is the only accommodation I made for you two getting older.”

Stephen was still working things out in his mind. Yes, he’d seen his mom lots of times in her concert shirts with totally see-through thong panties… and a few times in the past few years he’d walked into the kitchen to find her wearing only an old tee shirt and no panties at all. Though surprising, it wasn’t all that big a deal given the fact those see-through panties show everything already.

He also thought on how Gill’s dad or Collin’s mom had come along with them on more than half of their family trips and vacations. He’d only thought about his friends coming along, parents were background. Finding his parents sitting around downstairs late at night with Gill’s or Collin’s parents was so normal it was not noticeable. Until that moment he’d never thought anything about the fact the married couples did not usually sit with their spouses. In a flash a hundred memories of his dad sitting with his arm around Collin’s mother, or Gill’s dad sitting super close to his mom rushed through his brain. And she was right. He had actually noticed that his mom changed into her night wear when Gill and his dad came over. But how could he know that was what she did after sex?

Stephen shook his head, "I didn't think anything of it, but now you tell me that, I remember. It all makes sense now. I sort of vaguely remember years ago you coming down with Mr. Flint without any panties, but perhaps that is just because you brought it to mind. I didn’t think anything of it when I was in second or third grade. But you still sometimes come downstairs wearing a concert shirt and one of your little thongs that are hard to see from a distance. You know the ones that are the see-through mesh or perhaps they are lace; I don’t pay enough attention to know the difference. Either way, it never seemed to be telling me anything that you dressed that way in front of Gill’s dad. After all, some of the swimsuits you wear show pretty much everything already. Now I get it that you and his dad had been screwing, but we didn’t know that.”

Another thought came to Stephen and he added, “And I guess to me that is how I thought all moms dress at home. You do know that around me that Collin’s mom pretty much does what you do around him. I’ve seen her in just a bra and thong lots of times, but she wears like fancy lingerie, not old tee shirts. According to Collin, she doesn’t care if he sees her completely naked from time to time. He’s told me that in the past few summers, she just swims and hangs out by their pool topless all summer. But she’s only done that with me there twice, and that was back before Mr. Otis moved in. And one time we caught her sunning nude, but she rolled over to her stomach when we came out, but she didn’t actually cover-up. He paused and shook his head, this time with a smile. “I can't believe you were doing Gill’s dad in your room when we were right here in the house.”

Sue smiled back. “Yep, but to be clear we didn’t always do it in the bedroom. We sometimes had sex right in the living room or the kitchen or in my studio or even on a blanket in the backyard. But that was usually round two when I was just in my panties, or when you were young just in my tee shirt.” She made a motion as if she were pulling down her panties and bending over. “Sloppy seconds are fun no matter who gives the first dose.”

Stephen gave a visible reaction to that bit of information.

She almost bit her tongue. Sure, she’d said that very line many times, but this was her son in her body. It was so easy to forget who was really lying on the chaise naked, slowly masturbating. She was happy to see that the reaction was of surprise and perhaps a little titillation, but he was not upset. On the screen was a photo of her on her back with Gill’s dad drilling her. Gill’s mom was fully clothed in the background sipping a drink while she watched. “Did you know that you actually walked in on us a couple of times, but you had no idea what you were seeing.”

Stephen looked perplexed, “When? I don’t remember that.”

She nodded. “Of course, you don’t. People only see what they expect to see. That’s the point I am making. You have seen me having sex not just with Ken, but with Collin’s parents. One time at their place, you and Collin walked right in on Vivian watching Jack pounding me. You just didn’t know what you saw, so you forgot it. Think of all the times I took you and Kate over to swim at Gill’s in the summer or right after school. His dad always came out from that home office of his to join us.”

Stephen nodded, “Yeah, I remember. His mom works at an office, but his dad mostly worked from their house. Nothing seemed crazy about that. The swimsuits you have always worn at Collin’s or Gill’s are those super tiny thongs. I guess that is why wearing your thong panties around Collin and Gill didn’t seem weird.”

Sue nodded, “That is true. I never really thought of it that way.” She wanted to remind herself as much as him that it was her son in that body, so she called him by name. “You see Stephen, virtually every time I took you guys over to either Collin’s or Gill’s and one of their dads joined me in the water, we would have sex. We did it in the pool right in front of you, but you didn’t see it for what it was. I’d wrap my legs around Jack or Ken and to you, it looked like we were just talking; but under the water I’d pulled my bottoms aside so I could put them in me. You never thought to suspect anything.”

Stephen nodded. He knew what she was saying. He just said “And we never had a clue.”

“No you didn’t,” Sue said. “Well, except Dianna. We found out last summer that she has been noticing for years. Viv has been trying to explain away things since she was about ten. But finally last summer Dianna confronted her mother about having sex with your father. She didn’t even bring up both of us having sex when we were swimming. It seems the little rascal took a really explicit video with her phone of her mom getting it on with your father in a lounge chair beside their pool. When she saw it, Vivian couldn’t deny what was obvious. But even then she didn’t tell her as much as you know now. Vivian hoped that Dianna just thought she’d been having an affair, but she did tell her that I knew all about it and didn’t object. She even had me come over to their house to confirm I knew. Viv tried to lead Dianna to believe that it started after her father was killed and her family stayed with us, but at the same time, she seemed to have known her mom and I had been having sex with each other’s husband at their pool for years. She wanted to tell Dianna the whole truth, but I talked her out of it. Perhaps this is one more reason you and I have had this experience. Now that the four of you are teenagers, we need to be honest about the relationship we have with Colin’s mom and stepfather.”

Stephen shook his head. “You need to be open about all of it. Not just our two families. And you have to know that if Dianna knows, Kate does too. I told you that Kate had said many times she suspects you and dad are hiding something sexual. But if that is all it is, why didn’t she tell me? I wonder if she’s told Monica or even Jenny?”

More questions. And Sue knew her son was right. “Yea, I think you hit the nail on the head. Like I said all of you have at one time or another walked right in on their parents having sex with other people over the years. Even more, many times you walked in the bedroom to find me or your dad with one of the other parents just relaxing talking, but we were nude under the covers. You never actually saw what was right in front of you. Not just at home, but on family trips in hotel rooms as well. How many times have we been to the beach with one of the other families? And how many times did one parent watch you while the others rested. Or said they were resting.” She smiled “Your dad and I have picked up more couples who have never had sex outside of their marriage on beach trips. First timers are a ball. Usually they just can’t get enough.”

Stephen was getting more into his masturbation. “Really? You’d just meet normal couples and they’d have sex with you?”

“Pretty much” Sue said “It is amazing how many straitlaced couples on vacation far from home are just looking for an excuse to romp with another couple...or two.”

She made a point to look directly at Stephen rubbing small circles on her clit. “So I guess you are figuring out how to get me off?” she asked.

“Yea. I’m slowly getting it. It feels good, but not like needing to cum like when I jack my dick.”

She actually understood what he was saying. They both were learning and she suspected this comfort with the other’s sexuality would not disappear when they got their body’s back. She certainly hoped not. She liked this new way. “That makes me think how we all became more careful when you boys discovered internet porn. You were about twelve and we knew after that you would know what you were seeing in the water. I suspect the girls have known since Kate turned about ten.” That was a frightening idea to Sue, but she was beginning to think she had been deluding herself. Girls were more advanced than boys. After all, Viv had been shocked when fourteen-year-old Dianna told her mom that she’d known about her having sex with Calvin for way over a year. And like Stephen said, if Dianna knew, certainly Kate did too. Her talk with Kate couldn’t come soon enough.

Stephen looked at his mom quizzically. He did not share his mom’s thoughts, rather he asked “You all knew when we started looking at porn?”

She gave him an ‘I’m your mother look’ even though it was his own face. That made her wonder ‘how much of what I’ve told him today would I ever have said to his face?’ The answer was plain as day ‘None. Not one word.’ She could never ever have told these things to Stephen’s face. Then why was she telling him now? She went silent.

Stephen brought her back to their conversations when after some thought, “I do remember walking in on you laying buck naked on your bed. You do that a lot. But I guess you are right; I don’t ever remember catching you having sex with anyone. Well, I’ve caught you and Dad a couple of times, but that is different.”

Sue laughed “Just trust me, your eyes have seen me having sex with people other than your dad before today. Your brain didn’t register it. But surely you remember all those times you and Kate have interrupted me jilling off.”

“Jilling off?” he queried.

“Yea, jilling off. I guess I’m dating myself. That is what we used to call masturbating for girls. You know guys jack off and girls jill off. Like you have been doing on and off since we started talking.” He started to move his hand. She added “Go on, I don’t object. Well, not now at least, though it is a weird experience watching like this, I will admit that I actually like seeing you do it.”

Stephen laughed hard. “You’re telling me. If it weren’t so hot I’d be so weirded out. If you can admit you like seeing me play with your pussy, I’ll admit I think it’s super-hot watching you play with my dick.”

His comment caused her to realize she once again held the full erection in her hand as they spoke. It was like his hand just on its own began to stroke her cock. She almost stopped but didn’t. For a few moments, they openly watched each other masturbate. It was such a turn-on. Part of her wanted to tell him she wanted to watch him cum again… and an even bigger part wanted to shoot a load of ejaculate on her own tits. How much did wearing this dick shape her thinking. Could she ever be this open if it were not for this “miracle?” Not a chance. She began to thrust her (his hips) as she stroked faster.

Stephen's eyes glanced over to his right to see the computer screens and Sue’s followed. The current set of photos was taken right in their own living room. In the current image, Sue was on the coffee table taking it from a beefy young man while Stephen’s father watched.

She didn’t remember the guy’s name, but she did remember the day. One of the Pulaski girls had brought a sorority sister and her boyfriend from Furman University to their home. It seems the girl (Sue could not recall her name) was a fan of fantasy books and art. She had even bought one of Sue’s prints at DragonCon a couple of years before. When she found out that Michelle knew Sue Richards she began begging to go with her on one of her visits home.

Sue was all too happy to show off her art to a fan. After the Furman student saw a full dozen erotic fantasy paintings the conversation turned to sexuality and that one of her newest paintings was a fantasy version of a photo Calvin had taken of her and the husband of one of their family friends.

After seeing the look of incredulity on the young woman’s face she said, “Yes, that is right. We went out to Kings Mountain National Park and after lunch, we spent a good two hours switching off having sex in different locations and combinations. So, this painting is actually of me climaxing while I was riding my friend’s husband hard.”

That led to a long discussion about open marriage. As the discussion progressed Michelle told her friend she’d had public sex at her parent's pool parties with a number of different guys. Then she said, “I’ve never told you so because I didn’t know how much I should say, but I’ve been having sex with both Sue and Calvin since I was still in high school.” Her friend was flabbergasted, but not offended. This revelation moved the talk to a discussion about how having sex with friends is healthy and normal. A little while later Sue offhandedly quipped that she’d do the girl’s muscular boyfriend right then and there if he asked nicely. The girl surprised Sue when she turned to her guy and said “So ask. I’d love to see it.”

Looking at the photos Stephen asked, “When did you have sex in the living room…in the middle of the day?”

“I guess these photos are a couple of years old. Don’t you recognize Michelle Pulaski?”

Stephen nodded, “Yea, I saw her, and her husband.”

“They weren’t married yet.” Sue went on to tell Stephen more about the day. “After I was done with the first guy, Michelle and your dad did it in front of the others too. I think they did it on one of the sofas. Finally, Brent, Michelle’s husband, did me too. Only Michelle’s friend didn’t have sex that day. But later I found out she’d greatly regretted not having the courage to take off her clothes and join in. So the next time Michelle came home she brought her friend again so that she and Michelle and your dad and I could have a foursome.”

Now Stephen had two fingers as far into her vagina as he could and the other tweaking a nipple. She could tell Stephen was trying to work for an orgasm. She suspected that with a little guidance, he would soon get himself off… and she too was working toward yet another one. “Try using your right hand to directly rub the head of your clit while you put a couple of fingers of your left hand inside of your vagina. If you are really turned on it will be great, if not it will be too much.”

She wasn’t sure why she said that, but he followed her directions. Soon she was flagrantly watching her son finger fuck her body, while she had scooted to the edge of the stool as she jacked his cock. She couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed feeling it in her hand. The shape, the firmness, and the heat of it all excited her.

To change the subject, she went back to her narrative about their poly circle. “Collin was about seven or eight when his parents joined our little group.” Though she had not really planned to offer, she asked “Would you like to know how we got to know Collin’s parents? The story is actually funny. Do you want to hear?”

Stephen looked from the screen to his mom, “Of course I want to hear.”

“Well…” Sue began “It was… let me think, you and Collin were both in second grade. Vivian and I were the Class Mom’s for Mrs. Pindergrass so we had spent a good amount of time together, but neither of us had given the other even the slightest hint we both were non-monogamous. In Vivian’s case she and Jack weren’t actually swingers, but they had an ongoing threesome with a woman Vivian had met at her yoga class and an ongoing thing with a couple that used to live a few doors down from them. You might not know it, but Vivian is far more into women than I am. I love having sex with women for sure, but I usually have sex with women when men are part of the mix.” Then she laughed and added “Except for Vivian I guess… and sometimes Mary. But she actually identified as a lesbian when she was in her late teens and early twenties. So, every Valentine’s Day our regional swinger’s group has a big party at a hotel in Columbia. That is far enough away that there is little risk of exposure even when the marquee welcomes the Upstate Lifestyle Club’s Valentine Party. You know we always go off overnight for Valentines. That is where we go.”

Stephen nodded that he knew what she was talking about.

“So, at the hotel we had checked in and changed into our party outfits. At that event the rule is we have to be covered in the lobby, but our group fully takes over several floors so we can go between rooms nude if we want. Over my sexy outfit I wore my good wool wrap and we went to the grand ballroom. It was full already since your dad had been delayed at work. In no time I’m bumping and grinding on the crowded dance floor. I had saddled up behind a woman and was grinding on her ass to the music. When the next song came on, she leaned back to me and I took it as an invite. I reached around and cupped her boobs under the loose top she was wearing and began to kiss her neck. As sometimes happens, I kept kissing her as she turned toward me and right on the dance floor we were making out and still sort of dancing to the music. Tonight you will see what I mean. It’s pretty common at swing parties. Each of us had our hands all over the other. I had on a super short mini-dress and of course I wasn’t wearing panties. So when she reached under it she had her hand on my pussy and before the next song was done I was weak at the knees as she fingered me close to an orgasm. It was only then that I opened my eyes and pulled my head back. Viv and I just stared at each other, then we both busted out laughing. Half an hour later we were in their room having a foursome. Life in the swinger world can be a lot of fun and full of surprises.”

She decided to shift gears again. “Do you think Collin has ever suspected, or has Dianna told him what she knows? I guess I can tell you about Vivian now. After that night she and Jack became full-on swingers, more than Calvin and I have ever been. Then after his death, she was a single. For over two years, she had an inordinate amount of casual sex: unsafe casual sex. And for me to say she had an inordinate amount of casual sex, you have to know that was a lot. Week after week she had two, three, or more hook-ups with men she’d just met. Not unsafe like disease and pregnancy dangerous, but unsafe by going off with men she just met dangerous. She tried to bury her pain in an ocean of orgasms. In a way she had her period of wall-to-wall irresponsible sex the same way I did from the beginning of my sophomore year well into my junior year of college. Do you know if she kept her wild time all a secret from Collin and Dianna? She’s never really told me the whole truth from that time.”

Stephen, still masturbating said “That she was a swinger? No he doesn’t have a clue. But he knows all too well she slept around a lot when she was single. She also drank a whole lot for the first year. He and Dianna were worried about her. They much preferred her going out with you and dad than going out alone. In the two and a half years between his dad’s death and when Paul Otis moved in, Collin said that his mom had quite a few men spend the night at their place for one-night stands. It sort of creeped him and Dianna out. They were glad when Mr. Otis moved in. They like him because he treats their mom like a queen. He also said if she didn’t bring a guy home she stayed out till like 2:00 night after night. They liked it when they stayed here with us so they weren’t alone and their mom was less likely to go out. At least they knew where she was. Even now they think for like that first year she was screwing a new guy like every night. Had they known she was having sex with you and dad I think they would have encouraged that idea you had of all of us living together.”

Sue put in “Perhaps we should have been more open. And she wasn’t getting picked up every night, I think they are misremembering. You know full well that Vivian and the kids were here most Friday and Saturday nights that whole year. But I do think when she and the kids moved back to their place, she did go out to bars till late several nights every week when the kids had school the next morning. In that first winter without Jack, I would not be surprised if many weeks she did have sex with as many as three new guys. But that was only for a few months. Still, I’m pretty sure she did at least one new guy every week for more than a year. She just went to bars and left with any good looking guy who seemed to offer a good enough time to let her forget for a while.”

Stephen just nodded “Yea, that is pretty much what Collin and Dianna think happened. And along with that in his view, overnight she went from normal mom, to dressing and acting like she wanted to tell guys ‘come and fuck me’. Though I told him that she really hadn’t changed what she wore or acted that much. I guess it was the way he saw it. The truth is I have always liked the way Mrs. Flint, or now Mrs. Flint-Otis dresses. Even before I really understood sex, I liked to look at her. She’s pretty. Now we are older I think he is kind of proud his mom is a MILF that the other guy’s on the team drool over. Especially when she wears those super short skirts and low-cut tops.”

Sue looked at him sideways “Is she that much better looking than me?”

Stephen had never realized that mothers think that way. “No. Now I’ve gotten a good look, I can assure you that your body is way better than hers. WAY BETTER. But you don’t show it off in town the way she does.”

Sue nodded, “So he is OK with how she dresses and acts now?”

“Well, she’s married now; I think that makes a real difference to him. But all through middle school Collin went back and forth feeling angry, disgusted, embarrassed and though he didn’t admit it till later, he even got turned on by the fact his mom was fucking all those men. That was when she started walking around the house topless. Like I said, she’s only gone like that right in front of me once and that was years ago, but she’s had on see-through stuff around me lots of times. She has nice tits, smaller than yours, but nice and perky. Last summer I saw her really clearly and close up by accident. We found her lying out completely nude on her back by their pool. She was oblivious to the fact we were there until we jumped in the water and splashed her. But I got a good long look. She’s shaved completely bald, not even a little is left like you do.”

Sue laughed, “Yes, I know. Remember I’ve spent a good deal of time with my face between Viv’s legs. She has a very pretty mons.”

Stephen laughed before continuing. “When we got out of the water she was on her stomach. She seemed embarrassed and apologized saying she didn’t know I was even at her house. But she stayed naked like that. But when she was on her back with her feet facing the water, I got a really, really good close-up look of the good stuff. She is hot, just not as hot as you.”

His mom cut in. “Oh, she told me about it that very day. She wasn’t surprised or embarrassed. She knew full well you were there and that you two had come out of the house when she was sunning. She told me that you watched her for a while before jumping into the water… and she knew exactly what you could see of her while she lay on her stomach with her legs apart. Her embarrassment that you saw her was a sham.”

Stephen just shook his (his mom’s) head. “Collin said as much at the time, but I hadn’t believed him. Now you have me wondering if Collin knows more than he has let on. He says that he is happy his mom isn’t fucking around, but now that we are talking, I have to wonder if he really thinks she has stopped. And now that I know that Dianna knows she has sex with Dad and you…..” He paused “There was this one time though, we were in 8th grade. I was over at his place to spend the night. His mom came home at like 7:00 that night, she had a man with her. She took him right to her room as if we were not supposed to see, then she came out by herself to talk to us. She gave us her debit card and told us to order pizza. She gave Collin a hug and said that she would be in her room for a couple of hours. Collin acted like that was normal, but I thought it was weird and hot that his mom was all but telling us that she and that guy were going to fuck for the next two hours. I guess I was really turned on by the idea they were screwing right behind the door knowing full well that I was there and knew they were doing it. I talked Collin into sneaking right up to his mother’s door so we could listen to them as they did it.

Sue was intrigued into this insight as to how teens looked at adult sex. “And? Could you hear?”

“Oh yea. All of it. We clearly heard his mom moaning and telling him to eat her or to fuck harder and all sorts of stuff. We could hear when he was banging her too. At first, Collin was embarrassed, but it was hard not to get a hard-on listening to them screw. I pulled mine out and it was the first time the two of us had wacked off in front of each other. We thought it was funny when we were done we left the carpet in front of his mom’s door wet with our jizz.”

Sue laughed and shook her head. “Yea, Viv can be quite vocal.” In her mind she wondered how much of their sex had Kate heard over the years since her bedroom door was almost right across the hall from hers. And of course ,she and Calvin had both had sex with Vivian in her home many times as well. They’d thought of that issue before and dismissed it, but now the reality that the kids could deliberately try to hear dawned on her.

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26 déc. 2023
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If people survive teenage sexuality intact with little or no emotional scars, and get the correct guidance sex might become the positive Eros in our lives.


I love what you have to say. On one hand it thrills me to know someone gets my intent... then on the other you see beyond to things I wish I'd intended but didn't 😀

I do indeed think that most of us spend our adult sexual lives trying to fix/resolve issues that came up in our teens. Some of us are trying to make up for missed opportunities and others to forget mistakes (or both).


07 oct. 2023
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The narrative interplay between the event in Sue’s studio and her memories of her sex partners at the orgies worked. The erotic images aroused Sue in the body of Stephen, expressed by her erection, and Stephen when he played with his tits. Mary became the object of their arousal as they looked at the images of Calvin and Mary having sex, of Sue sucking cock, and of the threesome and foursomes. Stephen was sex savvy enough to interpret aroused looks from Mary who wanted to fuck him when he was sixteen.

Stephen’s fear of sucking cock at the orgy and Sue’s raging erection led to Sue offering her cock to Stephen to suck. He took to it like a duck…

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