Camp Hideaway Ch. 01

"I could give you some pointers, you know," Mom said. "I do know a thing or two about making a man feel good, after all. Ooh! — or, better yet, I'm sure if you asked nice, Karen would even be willing to share some of her pro tips."

My cock surged at the thought of my mom and her best friend teaching me how to give head. I couldn't help but glance over in Mrs. Phillips' direction. Turning to face me, my best friend's mom gave an arch smile and raised her eyebrows suggestively. If there was any doubt that she'd overheard our conversation, it was instantly erased when she lowered her head back into her son's lap. She kept her eyes locked on mine as her tongue slid out of her mouth, fully engulfing the underside of Matt's long, thin penis before taking his full length deep into her throat.

My face turned a thousand shades of red as she grinned at me through the corners of her mouth. I'd barely taken the first steps toward admitting that I might not be 100% straight, and my friend's Mom had already overheard me talking about sucking dick. If it wasn't for the captivating sight of her licking and sucking on her son's penis and the feeling of my own mom's soft fingers stroking my own erection, I would have been tempted to run away and hide.

"See. Nothing to be embarrassed about," Mom said, flashing a knowing grin in her best friend's direction. "Karen's an artist with her mouth, and you wouldn't be the first to come to her for some guidance. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Matt gets some practice with his dad and brother this very evening."

"Not a chance," I said, feeling much more confident in Matt's heterosexuality than my own.

"Hm. We'll see," she replied with a casual shrug. "But something tells me that when the time comes, he won't say no. This place tends to have that kind of effect on people."

While Mom talked, I kept my eyes locked on Mrs. Phillips, mesmerized by the way her throat bulged obscenely every time she lowered her head into Matt's lap. Thick streams of saliva dripped from her lips down to the floor below, and I could hear wet gagging sounds as his cock slid freely back and forth into her face.

My stomach roiled in confusion as I found myself wondering what it would be like to take her place. Part of me recoiled at the thought — terrified of at these unfamiliar desires that I'd never acknowledged before. At the same time, I couldn't help but remember what Mom had said and know that she was right. My mouth watered at the thought of licking and sucking on my friend's dick. I hadn't a clue what he would taste like, but somehow I knew for sure that I'd like it.

It wasn't just the act itself that excited me, either. Matt was my best friend. We'd known each other for as long as I could remember, and I liked him more than most people I knew. As strange as it was, there was something about the thought of doing something so intimate and nasty with him that made me feel warm and happy inside.

As my mind raced with the exciting possibilities, I kept my eyes locked on his long, thin cock as it slid in and out of his mom's mouth, too scared to glance upward and find out whether he'd seen me staring. I wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved when I saw that his attention was focused elsewhere. I couldn't help but grin when I traced the path of his gaze to its source.

Of course.

In the opposite corner, Amy Woods was laying belly-first on a bench, howling with glee as her dad steadily fucked her from behind. I'd never really thought of Amy as anything more than a close friend, but that had never stopped me from fantasising about her huge breasts and wondering what they would look like hanging naked and free.

Now I knew.

Amy's tits were so big that, rather than flattening underneath her torso, they pushed outward and hung off either side of the bench. Like Matt, I was instantly mesmerized by the sight of her meaty breasts as they jiggled and swayed with each quick thrust of her father's cock.

Actually, it wasn't just her breasts that moved with the motion of her dad's cock — It was everything. Every part of my friend's naked body looked incredibly soft and round, like a big, comfortable pillow that was just made to be fucked. Without even realizing it, my conflicted fantasies about Matt were replaced with images of me in Mr. Woods' place, digging my fingers into the fleshy cheeks of her ass as I rutted away inside of her.

I'd never met her dad before, but the resemblance between them was striking. Like his daughter, his face was round and friendly looking, only he had a thick, grey mustache. He was older than I'd expected him to be — maybe somewhere in his mid-fifties and, like his daughter, was on the heavier side. His belly was big and round and rested comfortably on the shelf of his Amy's plump ass while he fucked her. The same grey hair that covered his head covered the rest of his body as well. I couldn't see his cock, but from the noises coming out of Amy's mouth, it seemed more than capable of meeting her needs.

"Brad's such a great lover. He's so big and warm and comfy. It's almost like fucking a giant teddy-bear," Mom said. "And from the look of things, your friend is going to be the same way."

I just nodded, momentarily lost in the mental image of this older man's big, hairy body on top of my mom, her legs spread wide as he had his way with her. The thought made me shiver with the same mixture of disgust and unspeakable excitement that was becoming all too familiar, and my cock gave another involuntary lurch in my mom's hand.

"Mmm... does that turn you on?" she asked, her voice suddenly sounding velvety and seductive. "Do you like thinking about your mom acting like a filthy whore? Letting hairy old men use me for sex?"

At a complete loss for words, I babbled idiotically for a moment or two, wondering if I'd ever get used to hearing my mom talk this way. Finally, I gave up and let out a desperate, incoherent moan. Taking that as all the affirmation she needed, Mom started stroking me harder.

"Look around the room, baby" she whispered, her fist pounding up and down in my lap. "Except for Brandon and Matt, there isn't a man here who hasn't had his cock in me — most of them more times than I can remember."

I shivered with a mixture of excitement and revulsion as I pictured my friends' parents taking turns fucking and cuming in my beautiful mother. It should have been horrifying — imagining a group of older men using her body that way, but thinking about my mom acting like an unrepentant whore excited me in ways I'd never felt before.

Turning back to face her, I was struck by the jarring familiarity of her smile. She wasn't the least big ashamed of herself — if anything, she seemed relieved. As conflicted as I was over hearing each of these new revelations, I had to imagine that Mom's nervousness leading up to this moment had been worse.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I finally asked, my voice coming out in a throaty rasp.

"Because I want you to believe me when I say that I've never been more turned on in my life than I was when your cock was inside of me."

Her words cut through all of my confusion like a knife, and my cock surged in her grasp. It took an immense amount of willpower to stop myself from spewing my load all over the floor. I badly needed to cum, but not here. Not like this.

"Oh, God... Me too," I moaned. "Can I fuck you again, Mom? Please? I want to cum in you so fucking bad."

Mom's eyes sparkled with lust. "You don't ever need to ask me that, baby. If you want me, then take me. Whenever. Wherever. However," she said. "I don't care, so long as I get to feel my boy's perfect cock inside of me."

That was all I needed to hear. A split-second later, and I was on her. My mouth mashed against her lips in a quick, forceful kiss before I started pulling her down to the floor. I knew exactly what I wanted, and Mom seemed more than willing to go along with my plans. She surrendered to me, allowing me to tug and pull her into the position I wanted, almost as if she was my own personal sex toy.

When I was through, Mom was facing away from me, with her elbows propped on the bench and her knees spread wide enough to give me an unobstructed view of her plump pussy lips hanging between her legs like two halves of a ripe peach. The remnants of my previous orgasm clung to her pubic hair, forming a frothy white ring around her opening.

I couldn't wait a moment longer. Scooting forward, I slotted the head of my cock between her wet lips and pushed forward, letting out a great sigh as I slid my cock into my mom's pussy in one steady stroke.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck Yes!" Mom groaned. "You feel so fucking good inside of me... so fucking good..."

Unable to put words to my emotions, I let out another throaty growl and kept thrusting deeper and deeper until the firm cheeks of her ass were pressing against my abdomen and the head of my cock mashed against the back wall of her cunt. Mom let out a delirious wail, and I felt her whole body shiver at my deep penetration. Missionary had been fun, but I was quickly seeing the advantages of fucking a woman from behind. My cock felt like it was impossibly deep inside of her, and evidently, Mom felt the exact same way.

"Fuck me, baby," she insisted, casting a loving smile over her sholder and moving her hips back and forth for emphasis. "I want to feel that big sexy cock moving around inside of me."

Once again, I was struck with that same feeling of strange unreality at the sound of my own mother begging me for sex, but I didn't let it slow me down. I was more than happy to do exactly what she wanted because it was what I wanted, too.

I kept my eyes on my cock as I pulled outward, completely entranced by the sight of her pink pussy lips clinging to me, trying desperately to pull me back into her pussy. When only my head remained, I slid forward yet again, moaning desperately as I felt every bump and ridge of my mom's privates as she held me in her tight embrace. She felt more gooey and wet inside than she had before, and I realized I must be feeling the remnants of my previous orgasm still sloshing around inside of her.

"That's it, honey," Mom moaned. "No need to rush. Just fuck me nice and slow. I want this one to last."

I did as she asked, fighting against the cave-man part of my brain that told me to jam my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. Fortunately, I soon realized that there were some benefits to taking my time.

Our first fuck had been incredible, but the sensations had been so overwhelming that I hardly knew what was happening until it was practically too late. This time, I had the opportunity to appreciate just how amazing my mom's pussy felt. There was something about being inside of her that just felt so comfortable — almost like the feeling of coming home after a long vacation. She was so warm and wet and soft, and I couldn't help but feel like my cock was exactly where it was meant to be.

It wasn't just her pussy that delighted me either, though. My gaze traveled upward, taking in the lines of her back, enjoying the sight of her muscles shifting underneath her pale skin as I slowly fucked her. I moved one of my hands from her hip to trace a slow line up the length of her spine, from her tailbone all the way up to the nape of her neck.

"Mmm..." Mom purred. "I love the way you touch me, baby. Your hands feel so nice..."

"I'm glad," I whispered, grinning with pride at the effect my actions were having on her.

As before, the room was filled with a cacophony of moans, filthy expletives, and the wet slapping of flesh. In my current position, I had a clear view of it all. I was no stranger to pornography and had seen plenty of wild stuff by that point in my life, but none of those videos came close to the mind-boggling scene that was playing out before my very eyes.

Across from me, Brandon and his dad sat side-by-side, each of them with a hand in the other's lap, lazily stroking each other's cocks. Neither of them seemed like they were in any hurry to cum. My eyes met Brandon's again, but this time, I was too turned on to feel much embarrassment. I flashed him a confident smile, which he returned. At the same time, I thrust deep and hard into my mom's pussy for emphasis.

"OH!" Mom yelped, her voice coming out in a sharp squeak.

Brandon's eyes flicked down to see my mom's reaction. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted him to know how much my mom liked getting fucked by me. Evidently he liked what he saw because his smile got even wider, and he lifted his hips, thrusting himself more fully into his dad's fist.

Was he thinking about what it would be like to get fucked by me? Was I wondering the same thing?

Before I had time to ponder the question my attention was drawn away by another shriek, and a flurry of motion in the corner of my eye. Next to the cushioned bench to his right, my ex-girlfriend, Jenny Rhodes was getting the shit fucked out of her by her own father. But it wasn't just her dad who was sliding his dick in and out of her. At some point, Rob, our old camp counselor, had come over to join them, and now, Jenny's was the meat in their sandwich.

The two men were on their feet, and she hung limp between them, her toes barely touching the ground as they see-sawed in and out of her pussy and asshole. If it wasn't for the delirious smile on her face and her constant stream of incoherent moaning, I might have been worried for her.

A tiny voice in the back of my mind told me that I should feel jealous. I'd been crushing on Jenny for years before I'd finally worked up the courage to ask her out, and I'd spent spent most of my winter break in a depressive funk over the slow deterioration of our relationship. We'd never done anything other than kiss, and now I was watching her take it up the ass from our camp counselor while her own father fucked her and mauled her breasts.

To my great surprise, however, I found that I was nothing but happy for her. She looked like she was having the time of her life, and I really had no right to complain, seeing as how I was currently dick deep in my own mother. Besides, if what my mom said about this place was true — and it seemed more and more likely that it was — maybe getting back together with her wouldn't be as impossible as I'd thought.

I watched them for several long minutes, practically salivating as I saw one of the prettiest girls I knew do things that I never imagined I'd get a chance to see in real life. All the while, I kept up my slow, deliberate strokes in Mom's cunt, enjoying the way she bucked and heaved beneath me whenever I poked at some mysterious spot deep inside of her body.

"It's fun to watch, isn't it," she said.

"'Fun' doesn't even start to cover it," I replied.

To emphasize my excitement, I ground my hips against her ass, rubbing my cock against her slick walls and eliciting another desperate moan that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within her.

"Speaking of..." she said. "It looks like we're not the only ones who enjoy a good show."

Even though she was facing away from me, I could picture the sly smile on her face just from her tone of voice.

I assumed she was, once again, trying to draw my attention back to Brandon, but she wasn't looking in that direction. Instead, her head was angled to the right. Following her gaze, my eyes went wide when I saw Zoe Ross sitting on her bench, flanked on either side by her dad and Sharon, who had apparently joined the two of them after finishing up with Rob. One of her hands was wrapped around her dad's cock, and the other was shoved between Sharon's legs. For some reason, she was still fully dressed, but that hadn't stopped her dad from cupping the crotch of her jeans while our old camp counselor's hands pushed underneath her blouse, no doubt cupping and squeezing Zoe's modest breasts.

Through it all, her gaze was locked dead-set on me and my mom. A faint smile played across her features as she watched us fuck, and for the first time in a long time, I was struck by just how pretty she really was. Her thin, feminine lips, thick rimmed glasses, and the faint spray of freckles across her short, up-turned nose gave her a charmingly innocent demeanor that contrasted sharply with her actions.

More so than with Amy, Brandin, or even Jenny, I found myself wanting to join the three of them. I wanted to pull off every inch of her clothing and see whether the rest of her body was as adorably fuckable as her face. And if I had to guess from the look on her face, she'd let me.

Or at least I thought she would.

At some point, Zoe seemed to realize that I was scrutinizing her just as closely as she was me, and in an instant, everything changed. Her placid smile turned to a horrified frown, and her pale cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. Her whole body seemed to tense up, drawing concerned looks from both Sharon and her dad.

This wasn't the same look of sheepish embarrassment I'd shared with the other members of our group — not by a long shot. Zoe looked legitimately terrified at the thought of me watching her do something so raunchy, which in hindsight, made perfect sense. Given how painfully shy she'd been in high-school, I was kind of surprised that she'd made it as far as she had.

Sensing her distress, her dad whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear, but I had to assume that he was offering her the same words of comfort and encouragement that my mom has given me.

Whatever he'd said, though, apparently had no effect as Zoe gave a definitive shake of her head and started standing up. Sharon looked a bit disappointed, but she didn't protest as Zoe took her father's hand and practically dragged him out of the room, just barely giving him time to gather up his clothes before joining her retreat.

What the hell just happened? I asked myself. I knew that Zoe was about as introverted as it gets, but that hadn't stopped her from giving her dad a handjob in full view of everyone else in the room. Why'd she freak out as soon as I started watching?

My cock started to wilt as my thoughts distracted me from the pleasant sensation of my mom's wet pussy. As if she could read my mind, she said, "It's not your fault, Connor. Everybody reacts a little bit differently when they learn about this place. Some people, like your friend Jenny, over there, jump right in..."

At the mention of her name, I glanced back in Jenny's direction. My cock immediately surged back to full hardness when I saw her on her knees, still positioned between her dad and Rob as the two men furiously jerked off, their cocks pointed directly at her face.

"But for some people, it's not so easy. Zoe's just one of those people."

"But why did she run away when I started watching?"

"You'd have to ask her," Mom said. "But if I had to guess, it's probably because you're the only person here who knows her. Sometimes it's easier to cut loose and do something wild in front of strangers than it is with people who might judge you."

As logical as mom's response was, I couldn't help but be disappointed at the thought of Zoe fleeing in mortal terror every time I walked by.

"So do you think she's going to avoid me all summer?" I asked.

"I doubt it. She'll probably just need more time to adjust than the rest of you. If she's anything like the rest of her family, I'm sure she'll fit in here just fine."

In all the time I'd known Zoe Ross, it never once occurred to me that my parents knew hers, and once again, I found myself marveling at the the double-life my mom had been living in secret. Mostly, though, I felt relieved. Even if I never got the opportunity to fool around with my cute lab partner, I still hoped we could renew our lapsed friendship.

"In the mean-time," Mom said, "why don't we focus on the task at hand," she added with a sexy little wiggle of her hips.