Chapter 7
At the request of readers:
Amanda Green: girlfriend
Rose Green: Amanda’s mom
Betsy Williams: Girl that was involved in David’s toss into the bathroom.
Girls from sleepover: Katie Wilson, Roberta, Angela, Jessica
Authors note: For those of my readers that wanted a trigger warning, this chapter does include a mother/son encounter.
Authors note #2: For those detractors that are taking shots at my editor… sorry, I don’t have one for this series. They are getting harder and harder to come by. I’m doing the proofread myself, so it isn’t up to my normally preferred standards.
July 1981
It had been weeks since Betsy’s mom’s funeral, and I’d been over to visit frequently. Each time I was over her dad looked worse. Thinner, more haggard. He’s apparently been out on sick leave from work for a month already and didn’t look anywhere near ready to go back. I felt sorry for Betsy and encouraged her to come spend time with Mandy and I. Mandy didn’t mind, as long as Betsy didn’t mind that she wasn’t going to be getting into my pants. In fact, several of Mandy’s friends that hung out around her house had made multiple attempts at getting me to have sex with them again, most notably Katie. She was by far the most aggressive, frequently managing to get me naked and getting herself naked in front of me any chance she got. She had succeeded several times at managing to worm herself onto my cock when she thought Mandy wasn’t looking, or had stepped away, but out and out sex just hadn’t happened again yet.
If I lay down and napped with any of the girls around, it was a forgone conclusion that I would wake up with my dick out and someone playing with it in some way. Sometimes I wondered how Mandy could call them friends, given how intent they seemed on fucking her boyfriend. Sometimes it wasn’t the girls either. Her mom still took advantage any time she could, a few times slipping into the shower with me if I was showering alone. It was, in its own way, frustrating, and I was starting to hang out at her house less because of it. Mandy understood and we started splitting time between our two houses, sometimes with her even staying overnight at my house instead of hers.
We’d gone and watched the fireworks the night before, and were laying in my bed, snuggled after morning sex, when mom called me to the phone. I knew immediately who it was. I recognized Betsy’s uncontrollable sobs. Mandy and I dressed and went to her house with my mom, knowing exactly what had to have happened, even though I could barely understand anything other than “he was gone.”
Betsy ran to me as soon as she saw me and threw herself into my arms, her body wracked with sobs while my mom talked to the police that were there. Apparently, her dad had taken some sleeping pills and never woke up. They weren’t sure it was enough to kill him, or that it was even intended to, but in his already deteriorated state it may have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Once we had permission from the police, and her dad’s body had been taken by the coroner, we took Betsy home to our house. To my surprise, Mandy called her mom and had her come over and basically browbeat her into agreeing take care of all the things that were going to happen, legally, when a parent, in this case her last parent, died.
It would be almost a month before the estate was settled enough that Betsy was going to have money to get an apartment. My mom had insisted that she stay with us until she could get on her feet, and I became used to seeing her in my house and at the dinner table. Most days she was gone during the day, having a job to work so she could afford to go to school in the fall, but she was home with us in the evenings. Mandy was understanding as we spent more evenings at my house, just hanging out with Betsy and my mom, trying to help Betsy deal with the emotional turmoil that was inevitable. I couldn’t help but notice that as the weeks passed, she wore less and less around the house, finally admitting that she used to wear even less at home than she currently does at our house, frequently completely naked. To my total amazement, my mom suggested that she was free to do so at our house if it made her feel comfortable, and on more than a few occasions, Mom joined Betsy being naked, just to “make her comfortable”, and before long had both Mandy and I joining them.
Dad traveled a lot for work and was only home a few nights a week at most. Despite being encouraged to join us in running around the house naked, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do more than wear a pair of shorts, though I suspect it was because he was embarrassed at his almost constant erection. Let’s face it, two sexy young ladies running around naked would do that to a guy. Not that I didn’t have the same problem, though Mandy took care of it often enough so it wasn’t quite as obvious, sometimes as many as three times over the course of the evening. I would have thought Mandy’d be upset with me running around naked with my mom and Betsy, until she finally admitted that she was loving the extra sex she got because of it.
—o—
It wasn’t quite dawn yet, but the sky was getting lighter through window, the curtains of my second story bedroom window still open from the night before. I snuggled against the warm body in my arms, pressing my morning hardon between her thighs. As we usually did, Mandy and I had sex early in the morning, slow, unhurried, gentle sex. The kind I liked most. I cupped her soft breast and slowly worked my dick between her lips by rocking my hips to rub it against her, my hardon pressing my head against her lips. We’d done this so many times I didn’t even need to open my eyes and just gently worked my hips until I felt the wetness of her lips engulf my head and the crown on my head press to her vaginal opening.
“Mmmmmmmmm.” She moaned ever so softly as I pushed my dick slowly into her. She let me work my hips, to tease my dick deeper and deeper as I drew her moisture out to lubricate us. I slid my hand down her body as she shifted one leg to rest on mine, instead of in front of my bent legs, spreading her legs just enough to let my fingers find her wet pussy. She groaned deeply as my fingers found her clit and began to tease it.
I wasn’t in a hurry, moving my dick slowly, only sliding in and out a few inches, but it was enough to slowly draw my building orgasm along. Of course Mandy’s orgasm wasn’t left behind by my actions. Her hips began to rock slightly in time with my strokes as my finger rubbed gently up and down her slit, bouncing over her most sensitive nub in time with my strokes. In and out I rocked, feeling my climax building and knowing that I was bringing her along with me, as we did almost every morning we slept together. I waited, stroking slowly, feeling her body respond, her breathing grow to a shallow pant before she let out a long deep groan of pleasure. I felt her vaginal walls grip me and try to pull me deeper into her, teasing my oh so close climax to it’s fruition.
These were never highly intense orgasms like I gave her when I was trying hard. No, this was a soft, gentle, loving, orgasm that I could tell held her body rigid for well over thirty seconds. I say that because it became hard for me to tell when her orgasm started fade once my own took over. I felt my body spasm and jam as far into her as I could. My hand pulled her pussy, squeezing her body and ass against me as my cock surged shot after shot of cum deep inside her.
“Ohhhhhhh fuck yes.” She moaned loudly as I held her still slightly trembling body to me, my cock twitching inside her as it oozed out the last of my cum into her depths.
“God I love you Mandy,” I groaned softly into her hair as I opened my eyes to look at her. I pulled my face away and shook my head slightly as I tried to focus my eyes in the dim light filtering into the room. Uh….. No! The hair was blond, not dark auburn. Her body seemed a little broader and her ass a little softer and as I squeezed the breast in my hand, I realized it was too big. I lifted my head up and looked at the side of the face of the woman I was holding, my brain, only now, remembering that Mandy hadn’t slept over last night, having an early morning appointment of some kind.
“Betsy?” I croaked before clearing my throat and trying again. “Betsy?”
“Oh god David, I’m sorry.” She whispered softly, pulling off my now shrinking cock and rolling in the bed to face me. She wrapped one leg over mine and pulled us together, her tits pressed to my chest and her face inches from mine. “I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to be held by you. But when you…I couldn’t stop myself. When I felt you trying to put it in me, I just couldn’t say no. It was so gentle, so, so, so, god David, I’ve never had anybody make love to me like that. I know I should have stopped you. But I couldn’t. Once you started, I didn’t want to. I’m sorry.”
“I thought. Never mind. I didn’t realize.” I mumbled, trying to figure out just exactly what to do. Not that I hadn’t had sex with other women, even while Mandy and I have been a thing, but this was the first time I’d made love to another woman, not had sex with them. To me there was a huge difference.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
I looked at her, trying to read her expression and then decided she truly was sorry, and to be completely honest, I did do it, not her. I leaned my face to hers and kissed her nose. “I do. It’s been kinda hard on you lately. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t think we need to tell Mandy that this happened. She’d be kinda pissed off. But we probably shouldn’t let it happen again.”
“It won’t. I’ll be moving to the apartment tomorrow.” She whispered, “I suppose I better leave.” She added, starting to roll away from me.
I used my arm to pull her back. “No. don’t. We can just lay here. What’s done is done.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” I whispered.
She tilted her head a little and leaned her face to mine, gently kissing my lips. We lay there, kissing for long minutes before she rolled me onto my back and slipped on top of me. I could feel my dick already growing hard between us as she lay on me, still kissing my lips as softly and erotically as she knew how. The result was having its effect. I could feel her nipples press into my chest, rock hard from her own excitement, and her hips begin to rock slightly, grinding her pussy against my now hard shaft. “I know it’s wrong of me to ask, but will you let me do this?” She finally asked, her lips almost touching mine as she asked.
“You want to?”
“You’ve been so wonderful to me. I know that I can always let go with you, and you’ll just hold me when that’s what I need most. Let me do this for you, just this one time. Let me show you how much I feel for you.”
“Alright.” I whispered. I probably shouldn’t have, but we’d already done it once, so what was the harm? Besides, she had me pretty damn turned on again anyway.
She slipped her body up mine until she felt my cock slip up between her thighs, my head pressing against her sopping wet lips. She pushed herself back slightly, pulling her knees up a little and wiggling herself until she could feel my dickhead nestle into the entrance to her depths again.
“David. You should know. I love you.” She whispered as she pushed back against my dick, my head spreading her entrance slightly and then slipping inside. She pushed back, slowly working her hips until she had me fully inside her hot pussy. “I’ve been in love with you since you didn’t spank me in the principal’s office. I didn’t understand it at first. I thought you were just scared of hitting me. I didn’t understand until later that day, talking to some of my friends, just how special it was that you chose to not do what you could have. I fucked you there, then.” She whispered, starting to lift and lower her hips, working me in and out of her pussy a few inches. “Because I thought it was the best way to thank you for not making it hard for me, for my mom. I didn’t know all about what happened in the bathroom until later. That’s when I realized just how much you had to put aside to let me off the hook, and you didn’t have to. You did it because you had compassion in a way I hadn’t ever felt before. I hope that I can make you feel as good as you made me feel that day, when I understood what you really did for me.”
“I just did what was right.” I whispered back as she pushed herself upright, pulling her tits from my chest. She moved her hands to my chest and began to use her knees to lift and lower herself slowly on my shaft, leaning forward slightly so that her tits swung in time with her motions.
“I know. That’s what made it so special. It was right to you. The people that I ran with back then, they all said they’d have paddled the shit out of me and that you were just too soft or that you were afraid of what the guys would do. All of them found reasons that you were a chicken. But I know.” She whispered as she bounced a little harder on me, stroking my dick in and out of her pussy. She moved her hands to the bed on either side of me, her chest leaning a little lower so that her nipples on her swinging tits brushed my chest with each stroke. “I know that it took a lot more courage to do what you did than it would have to paddle me. You didn’t know what I would do or say, or how I might tell people about what you did, but you trusted that I’d do the right thing, just like you were doing what you felt was the right thing.”
“Ohhhh. Damn.” I groaned as she rocked harder, driving me a little harder into her with each thrust she made down on me.
“I told my mom about you, about what happened and what you did. Do you know what she said?”
“Uh uh.” I grunted, having a little trouble tracking on what she was saying, given the stimulation she was causing on the most sensitive spot under my engorged mushroom head.
“She said that you were special and I wouldn’t understand how special until sometime in the future. That I just didn’t know enough yet to realize how special a man like you was. You know what? She was right. But now I do. I know exactly by the way you came to hold me. I wasn’t your girlfriend, I was barely a friend to you, but you came and held me and let me cry all over you. She was right. You are the most special person in my life… and I love you David Roberts. I love you with all my heart.”
“Ohhhh damn.” I groaned as my body jerked under her, trying to push up into her as my cock surged more cum into her. Half a dozen times my body jerked under her, her smiling face inches from mine, waiting, watching, for my orgasm to start to fade. She leaned her face down to kiss me again, pressing her lips to mine for long wet seconds, while my cock twitched and softened inside her.
“I timed that just perfect.” She whispered as she pulled her lips from mine. “I wanted to. I wanted the last words you heard from me before you climaxed was that I loved you. I know you’re in love with Mandy. I know you two have plans. But if she ever is stupid enough to let go of you, I’m here. I love you and I want you, but I also know that it’s not right for me to take you from her. So I’ll wait, and hope. Four years is a long time to be away from the one you love. I don’t wish you two to fail, but know that if it does, I’ll be here for you like you were for me when I needed you most.” She whispered. Then without another word, she lifted off me and padded naked from my bedroom, leaving me with my mind in turmoil.
—o—
August 1981
I wished I could have gone to California with Mandy, but I had to be in Massachusetts the same time she had to be at Berkley. We said our goodbyes two days before, Mandy and her parents drive across country taking two days longer than mine going east. We made it as far as the middle of Pennsylvania before we pulled into a small motel on the mountains. It was nearly dark by the time we arrived. The motel had a small pool and we decided that a quick dip would feel good after the long day of driving. Of course, dad couldn’t make it, no big surprise there, but Mom was bringing me and Betsy absolutely refused to be left behind. Since we’d all been naked together for weeks before Betsy got her apartment, none of us saw any reason to need separate rooms, so we got one room. The only sticking point was that all they had left was a single queen sized bed. “Oh well. We’ll just have to make the best of it.” My mom said as she paid for the room. We also didn’t see any particular need to be bashful about changing. We all changed into our swim suits in the same room, Betsy eyeing the hardon that seemed to spring up almost immediately as I watched her and my mom getting naked.
“You gonna put your suit on, or just stand there and ogle our bodies?” Betsy teased.
Mom chuckled softly. “He’s just can’t help staring at two hot women getting naked in front of him.”
“True. We spoiled him over the summer, didn’t we.”
“Okay, just because when a guy gets turned on it shows, doesn’t mean you girls don’t get turned on too.”
“Oh? Who says we’re turned on?” Betsy answered with a flip of her long blond hair to emphasize her point.
“I’m willing to bet you are.”
“You think I’d get turned on just by watching you spring a hardon?” Betsy asked. “I’m not that easy you know.”
It was my turn to chuckle. “Come on Betsy. You and I both know you want me to throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out.”
“Maybe.” She said with a shrug.
“I think it’s more than maybe.” I answered.
“You going to?” She asked, turning to face away from me and bend over, her swimsuit still in her hand. She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “I dare you.”
“You dare me to do what?”
“I dare you to come stick it in me and NOT fuck me.”
“Oh come on. How am I supposed to do that?”
“I dunno. I dare you to try.”
“Sure. I’m just going to walk over there in front of mom and stick it in you?”
Mom had her swimsuit almost all the way on and stopped, turning back to look at me. “What? You don’t think I like seeing my son’s dick too?”
“Mom!” I exclaimed. “This isn’t the same thing as when you showed me…Never mind.”
“Wait! Wait a second. Your mom showed you what?”
“Nothing.” I answered quickly, stepping into my swimsuit.
“Uh uh. I wanna hear this.” Betsy said.
“It was nothing. Ready to go swim?” I said hastily.
“Hell, I don’t have my suit on yet. But that isn’t the point,” Betsy said, turning to look at mom. “Just exactly what did you show him?”
“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I showed him about climaxing hard enough to squirt.” Mom said with a little shrug. “I might have taught him a trick or two on how to make a woman do that.”
“Whoa! Seriously Anna? You had him make you squirt?”
“It was after Principal Johnson had him finger her until she did. He wanted to understand, so I taught him.”
“Principal Johnson? Seriously? I thought those rumors were all made up. I mean, you really had sex with her?” All I could do was stand there and blush as Betsy stared at me in shock. “Oh shit! I had no idea. It was true. You fucked the principal after you let me off the hook?”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal. She wanted me to lick her and put my fingers in her and then after, we kinda had sex.”
“Yeah. Kinda. I bet.” Betsy said with a huge grin on her face. “I always knew there was more to that than just a rumor.”
“So? No big deal.”
“He made her squirt when she came so he wanted to know what it was, so I showed him.” Mom said with a with a naughty little smile, knowing that now that the cat was out of the bag with Betsy, it was a perfect time to tease me little.
“So that’s where you learned it. Damn. The girls that you did that too at Mandy’s said that you could make them come like that when their boyfriends couldn’t. Now I know why.”
“Okay. enough is enough. Are we going swimming or not?”
“Oh yeah. without a doubt!” Betsy said as she quickly pulled her suit on. It was a one piece that had no back, and the front had a deep V down the front between her big tits. She pulled the bottom portion up and settled it over her pussy and then slipped her arms into the two straps and covered her boobs, never taking her eyes off the bulge in my swim suit.
—o—
With her finally dressed, we made our way to the pool and the three of us slid into the nice warm water. We weren’t going to be able to stay in the pool too long, mostly because it was closing at nine and it was eight thirty by the time we got in. There were half a dozen other women in the pool, all that seemed to know each other and must have been traveling together. Three were in the water and the other three, all about my mom’s age, were sitting around a table, sharing a bottle of wine.
We hadn’t been in the water five minutes when Betsy tried, unsuccessfully, to pull my suit down under water, which started a little under water wrestling with the two of us trying to pull at each other’s suits. I didn’t have any trouble pulling her top down off her shoulders and exposing one of her sexy boobs, while she was trying desperately to untie the little drawstring around my waist. I successfully pulled away before she got the string untied, and swam to the other side of the pool with her in hot pursuit, one boob still hanging out of her suit.
“Got ya!” She shouted as she grabbed at my suit again, trying to pull it down in the shallow, waist deep water. Fortunately, I’d tied the string in a double bow, having had this tried by Mandy’s friends frequently. I managed to pull her suit top down her other arm, all the way to her waist, forcing her to abandon trying to pull my suit down as I pulled one shoulder strap all the way down her arm.
I pushed away expecting her to have to spend time pulling her top back up while I made my escape. Surprisingly, instead, she pulled both strap off her arms, leaving the suit hanging around her waist, her chest completely exposed. “Grab him Mrs R!” Betsy called to my mom. To my shock, mom did exactly that. She reached out and grabbed my arm to slow me down as I tried to half swim, half run in the water, past her. That unfortunately, when she did, I lost my balance and sunk completely under water, my mom’s grip on my arm in the almost chest deep water, topping her over with me.
I felt Betsy grab me under the water from behind, one arm circling around my waist to hold me while the other hand tugged on the string in my suit, finally getting it untied. I felt her let go and I pushed off the bottom toward the surface, her hands moving to my waist, pulling my suit almost to my knees as I popped to the surface, gasping for breath. I was surprised to see my mom stand up in the nearly five foot deep water, the top of her two piece suit half off her big soft tits. I was still staring at her exposed boob in surprise, when Betsy, still under water, pulled on my suit again, tipping me back over. I reached out for the only thing I could reach, which was my mom, topping her over into the water again with me. I felt my suit pulled off my legs and struggled to the surface as Betsy popped up a few feet from me, holding my suit in the air in triumph. She turned and rushed away toward shallower water, as much as you can rush in chest deep water, to the ladder with my suit in her hand. I stood there, wiping water from my face, my surprisingly hard dick barely hidden by the clear water.
She looked back at me as she continued toward the ladder, laughing triumphantly. I lunged after her, swimming in the shallow water, catching up to her just as she started to climb the ladder. I grabbed for what I could, not seeing very well with my eyes full of chlorine water. I felt my fingers grab her suit, and pulled, knowing that once she made it to the deck with my suit I was going to be stuck. With her suit already pulled to her waist, it easily pulled down lower, pulling down over her full round butt, exposing both creamy cheeks. Not giving up on her quest to leave me in the pool naked, kept climbing, finally pulling away from my grip. I stood up to look at her, wiping water from my face, as she stood on the cement deck around the pool, waving my suit like a prize, her own suit pulled low enough to expose her pussy and tits.
“I got it now. Come and get it if you can!” She called tauntingly.
I looked around the pool and saw my mom, blushing, pulling her own suit top up, which apparently had been pulled down in my attempt to keep from being dunked under again.
“Come on Betsy! Give me my suit!” I implored, knowing damn well that she had no intention of doing so.
“What? Afraid of coming after little ole me?” She asked teasingly. “Come on! Come get it!”
“If I catch you, you won’t be happy!” I called after hear as she backed away from the pool with my suit still held in the air.
“Ohhhhhh. Threats? Really? I think you’re just scared.”
I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to come chase her, in front of these other women or not. She wanted to play chase. I stood at the bottom of the ladder, the water already shallow enough to complete expose my rigid hardon, fortunately away from the ladies at the other end of the pool, and made my choice. I pushed off the bottom and bounded up the ladder as quickly as I could, Betsy already running toward the far end of the pool where the ladies were sitting. I ran after her, my rock-hard cock swinging wildly with each running step, mirroring the way her big tits were swinging and flopping as she ran. Around the pool the two of us ran, me trying to catch her, but barely gaining on her as I had to keep changing direction to follow her through the small maze made by the tables. The ladies sitting both in the pool and at one of the tables were getting one hell of an eyeful of me, but what option did I have? Betsy had my suit!
I had longer legs and her suit WAS around her thighs, so it was just a matter of time. I was just about to catch up to her when she darted out of the gate of the pool area and down the sidewalk. She stopped part way to our room, turning to face me, waving my suit, again calling for me to come get it. I rolled my eyes and ran after her. She couldn’t get into the room, so she ran past, running almost all the way to the office before she stopped and turned to let me catch up, both of us panting as we stood only a foot or so from each other. She let me step close enough to her to reach my suit and then wrapped her arms around me and pulled us together, pressing her still bare tits to my chest and trapping my dick between us.
“Fuck me. Take me to the room and fuck me. Just this once.” She panted. “I am so fucking horny for you, you just don’t know. Hell, if you want, you can put me on the hood of the car and do it. I don’t care, just let me do it with you. Let me feel you make me come on your dick and fill me with your seed.”
“But Mandy.” I said softly.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her smile turning to a frown as she looked down,looking away from my face. “I know. I’m sorry. I saw you running naked and I wanted you so bad.” She whispered. She let go of my neck, stepped back and handed me my suit.
She looked up at me again as I took the suit from her. I could see the hurt in her face. I looked at her pale blue eyes and I saw something I didn’t expect. I saw a look I’d only seen in two other people, my mom and Mandy. It was a look of love. A deep desire to be held and loved. Not the look of lustful desire, but a look of another kind of desire. No matter how wrong it was, the last time I was looked at like that I learned that I was in love with the woman behind those eyes. I felt her look touch me, deep inside and realized what I had been denying for months, since I held her those days after her mother passed, when I lay naked with her and just let her snuggle against me, comforting her. I let myself realize that I had fallen in love with two women at the same time. I also knew that I was unable to refuse that look, just like I had been unable to refuse it every time Mandy looked at me like that. Unable to refuse her permission to let her mother have sex with me, unable to refuse her request to have sex with her friends, unable to refuse any request Mandy made of me.
I took Betsy by the hand as she was pulling her suit back up, and drew her toward the pool again. I didn’t put my suit on, leaving it off as I pulled her toward the pool and then, instead of going into the pool, I pulled her around the side and then behind the back of the small motel. Behind the motel the mountain side picked up again as a steep grassy slope. I pulled her to the grass and dropped my suit. I reached for hers and pushed it back down, letting her step out of it so she was as naked as I was. She looked at me as I eased her to lay on the grass and then knelt between her legs as she spread them.
Laying on the steep slope was an unusual angle, almost as if we were half standing, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t do what she most wanted. I lowered my hips toward hers, letting her use one hand to guide my engorged mushroom head toward her waiting pussy. She rubbed my head up and down between her wet lips and then felt me push toward her, slowly forcing my cock into her depths. “Oh god yes David.” She moaned softly as I slid my cock in and out slowly. “Make me come. Please make me come.”
I kept my pace steady, letting her find a rhythm to rock her hips in time with my strokes. I could feel her clit press to my shaft with each thrust into her, and my head tease her velvety soft insides each time I pulled back. In and out I stroked, her moans growing, clearly not caring who heard or knew what we were doing. I lowered my head toward her chest, letting her helpfully lift both her big tits higher on her chest to allow me to select and suck the nipple of my choice, drawing an even louder moan from her. In and out I plunged, pushing faster, her rocking hips starting to lose rhythm with my strokes, her orgasm starting to push itself over her. I could feel her pussy starting to clench and spasm as her breathing became more ragged. In and out I thrust, my own climax building quickly.
I felt her come first, her pussy squeezing me tightly and her juices squirting wetly around my cock to spray onto my groin. Her cry that she was coming echoed off the back of the building as her whole body began to shudder and tremble. My body responded to the sudden change in stimulus and spasmed hard, jamming me deep inside her. I felt a surge of cum lance from my head deep in her pussy, squeezing itself between her vaginal walls and my fat hard shaft. Again and again I came inside her, filling her pussy with my cream while she shifted her hands and pulled me down hard on top of her, almost as if she were afraid I might somehow disappear.
“Oh god David. I love you.” She whispered as we lay on the grass, slowly recovering. “I’m sorry, but I do.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t want her to know that I felt the same way, and was ashamed of it because I was also in love with Mandy. I wanted to marry Mandy. I wanted her and I to have that life we talked about, her as a lawyer, and me as a computer engineer. We were going to raise a family, three kids, a house and love. Always love. How was I to ever let Betsy know that I loved her too? How was I going to keep that from Mandy? No. I couldn’t love her. I couldn’t allow her to take part of my heart from Mandy. I knew I couldn’t stop it, but I also knew I had to. The first step was to not admit it.
She looked at my face and whispered the smallest of comments, but it said it all. It said she knew exactly what I was thinking. “I understand.” Was all she said before she released me. She waited for me to climb off her and then she put her suit back on, my cum still oozing from her pussy. She leaned down as I sat naked on the slope and kissed me. “But I won’t forget.” Then she walked back to the pool.
—o—
The pool was closed and all three of us were laying naked on the single queen-sized bed. Betsy was making a concerted effort not to touch me, or even talk to me. I was sure I had hurt her feelings, but I didn’t know what to do about it. It was almost ten, so I decided to go shower before bed, and headed to the bathroom.
I wasn’t overly surprised when the door to the little bathroom opened and closed, or when the shower curtain pushed back. What was a surprise was who was on the other side. I stared at my mom as she stepped into the shower with me.
“I wanted to talk to you, and I didn’t want Betsy to hear.” She said, talking softly enough I could hear her, but the water would drown out being overheard. “I told her I was going to take a shower with you.”
“Oh, Okay.”
She reached out and took the soap from me and began to rub the bar around my chest. “She’s in love with you.”
“I know.”
“Do you love her?” She asked as her hand moved lower, rubbing the soap across my pubic hair.
“I think so.” I answered after a few moments of trying to figure out how to answer.
She pulled her hands away and rubbed them on the soap, lathering them up before handing me the soap. She reached down and began to stroke and rub my hardening cock with her soapy hands. “You need to do me too, or this doesn’t work.”
“Oh. Um. Okay.” I said, reaching out and starting to rub the soap around on her tits, her body wet by the spray bouncing off my shoulders. I rubbed around both big soft breasts, and then across her hardening nipples, teasing them as she pushed her chest out at me slightly in response.
“And you love Mandy.”
“I do. Very much.” I answered softly. She let go of my dick with one hand and pushed one of my hands from her breast downward, easing it toward her crotch.
“I know you two have plans for after school is done.” She whispered as my fingers slipped between her thighs and stroked her pussy. I felt her wet lips and let my middle finger slip between them like I had done that day in the bathtub. Her hand moved back to my dick, slowly stroking it with the soapy slickness, her hand sliding all the way over my engorged head as I pushed one finger slowly up into her wet depths.
“We’re planning on getting married.” I answered her.
“I know.” She whispered breathlessly, starting to pull me by my dick towards her. “I also know that you’ve had sex with Betsy.” She whispered as she pulled me closer toward. We stood there, stroking each other, her hand on my dick and one of mine teasing her right breast and the other between her legs. She moved one of her hands to the one I had between her legs and pulled it away, pulling my dick with the other until my head was brushing up against her mound, and then slightly down between her thighs. She moved her hand from my dick to my butt and pulled me closer, letting my dick slip between her thighs as our bodies came together.
She used both hands on my back and butt to pull us together, pressing her soapy tits to my chest and my dick between her thighs. I could feel the hotness of her wet pussy lips on my hard shaft as she lowered her face to mine. I felt her lips brush mine and then press more firmly to them. We stood kissing, much like Mandy and I had done so many times in the last few months, a long wet, sensual kiss that excited my body and made me want more.
She broke the kiss after what felt like half an hour. She lifted one foot and rested it on the edge of the bathtub, slightly spreading her legs. I felt her fingers find my engorged head as she pressed one hand between her legs from behind her, pressing it up against her wet lips. She rubbed my head back and forth across her wet, soapy lips by rocking her hips as she arched her back, pressing my head up between them. I felt my head find the entrance to her vagina moments before she squatted down ever so slightly to change the angle. I felt my head push up into her as I leaned toward her, forcing me into her.
No longer needed to guide me to her depths, I felt her hand on my butt again, pulling me toward her, forcing my dick to slowly sink deeper into her. “Do you enjoy sex with her?” She breathed quietly.
“With Betsy?”
“Uh huh.” Mom answered, rocking her hips a little to rub herself on and off my cock. “I heard you out there. We all did. At least two of them, the women out there, moved far enough to watch. They were playing with themselves while they watched you having sex with her.”
“Oh?” I asked. My hips pushing toward her in time with the rocking of her hips to slide me in and out of her.
“It made me soooo damn horny watching them. Thinking about your cock. I’ve wondered what it would feel like, sliding in and out of me. Your dad, he doesn’t really spend much time taking care of my needs any more…it’s not your problem… but I just wanted to know… to see what it felt like. You make them so happy, they look so fulfilled and content.” She whispered moments before she stiffened.
I felt her body tremble and her pussy clench around my cock and I knew she was climaxing on me. I closed my eyes and squeezed her butt cheeks, driving my hips a little harder, pushing up into her with each stroke. She gasped and shuddered as her climax grew stronger with my stroking head teasing her depths.
“Ohmygod.” She moaned loudly. “Oooooooh mygodyes”
I felt her vaginal walls grip and draw on me, trying to pull me deeper into her as I stroked in and out, my own climax only moments away. “Gonna come.” I grunted as my body felt the tingle and urgency race from my groin through my body.
“No honey…No!” She panted, pushing my hips back. My cock slid from her as she forced me back, my dick now pointing up toward her as the first surge of cum lanced out of the tip, shooting so powerfully that it splattering on her chin and chest. Again and again my body jerked and pumped cum out, landing on her chest, and then her stomach and then finally just oozing out to drip to the tub floor. Mom reached out for my shoulders and pulled us together, pressing her cum covered body against me. She pressed her lips to mine in a long wet kiss which went on for what felt like half an hour.
She broke the kiss slowly, pecking my lips softly several times while she pulled her face from mine. “I’m sorry honey. I really wanted to do it, do it all with you, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t go that far.”
“It’s okay mom. I wasn’t expecting any of this.”
“I’m sure you don’t exactly love having sex with some old lady anyway.”
“Your every bit as sexy as Mandy’s mom.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you saying?”
“That I had sex with her mom? Yeah. I did. She needed to punish Mandy and her dad for what they did, and watching me have sex with her, making her come, well, that was their punishment.”
“Tough punishment.”
“Yeah. For them.”
“Just what did they do?”
“Mandy arranged for one of her friends to have sex with her dad to keep him busy while she slept with me.”
“Ohhhhhh. I see. You fuck around on me you have to watch me fuck around on you. I’ve heard of that school of thought. Instead of divorce, you just even things up and then start over.”
“Does it work?”
“It must.” She said with a shrug. She gently pushed me back and stepped us both under the water. “We better finish this. The water’s starting to get cold.”
“Yeah.” I agreed. We rinsed and then got out, drying with the towels in the bathroom. Mom came out of the bathroom behind me and we climbed into bed with Betsy, who was already laying, either asleep or pretending to be. I was in the middle, so I laid on my side and snuggled up to the back of Betsy, slipping an arm around her and pulling us together. She moaned softly but didn’t stir beyond that. I doubted she was actually asleep, but was intentionally ignoring me. I sighed and let my eyes close to sleep.