Uncomplicated Ch. 02

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Molly asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "He goes to my school," Alicia signed.

"Is he cute?" Molly asked, beaming.

Alicia smiled at her feet, a little embarrassed. She nodded coyly.

Molly discretely clapped her hands for her with a big smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Alicia asked.

Molly wasn't ready for that one, even though she had walked right into it. "I don't know if he's my boyfriend," she signed hurriedly.

"Why don't you know?"

The last thing Molly wanted to do was get into details about her love life. "It's complicated," she replied weakly.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes." That question was easy.

"Does he love you?"

"Yes."

"Then, what's so complicated?"

Molly felt a lump grow in her throat at the innocent girl's wise summation. "You're right. He's definitely my boyfriend."

Alicia smiled at Molly.

"You are wise beyond your years," Molly signed before giving her a big hug.

Bed time came after dark and Molly went about soothing some of the younger campers who were anxious about being away from home. A total of eight girls were in her cabin. At last she had time to put herself to bed. It had been a long day and she expected to be in dreamland soon.

Almost as soon as Molly's head hit the pillow, her thoughts turned to Chase. She hadn't thought much about him today, being so busy, but now she was suddenly overcome with emotion. She had been with him the last couple nights and was already used to him being close. She missed him terribly. She silently cursed herself in the dark for being such a sap.

Tossing and turning, she listened to the dark cabin. The crickets and the katydids were chirping away outside, unheard by everyone in the cabin but her. Most of the girls were already sleeping. She replayed the last two nights in her mind. In that short space, her whole world changed. Her perspective skewed, formerly clear lines became blurry, absolute truths murky. She was still trying to make sense of her new, happy, frightening, loving, complicated life.

She began to despair about the possibility of not being able to sleep when she remembered something she had packed that might help. She slipped her panties down and kicked them off her feet. Reaching under her bed, she pulled out her bag from underneath and opened it up. In the darkness she sifted through the layers of packed clothes, all the way to the bottom, where she found what she was looking for. She pulled out Chase's underwear that she had stolen two nights ago, and slipped them on. The change was immediate. In a strange way, Molly literally felt closer to him. Peace and calm washed over her. Her head became heavy in her pillow as she let go of her anxiety. She tucked the fabric of his underwear into her tender creases in the front and back, intimately touching as much of him as possible. Her calmed consciousness soon gave way to untroubled sleep.

~ ~ ~

Back at home, Kathleen lay in her bed, trying to enjoy a book and thinking about going to sleep. She had been thinking all evening about the conversation she had with her son at dinner. She thought about Chase and how he had grown into a man in the past year. He was far more attractive than she ever thought possible. She would even go as far as to say he was sexy. She marveled at his hard abs and chest, left over from his last football season. His butt looked amazingly firm and tight when he wore jeans. It wasn't that she had been lusting after him; she simply knew a sexy man when she saw him.

She did, however, feel a little guilty for laying eyes on her own offspring. She loved him more than anything. She would protect him to the end of the earth. She just happened to also appreciate his body.

Her thoughts kept wandering to the story he told her about Ashley. She thought about what Ashley might have done to him if she hadn't called him at that critical moment. She wanted nothing but the best for her son. She wondered if the girls Chase was with knew how to please him sexually. Did they touch him with gentle hands? Did they gaze into his eyes? Did they use the right speed when he climaxed? She doubted it. Young girls just don't have the experience to please a man properly.

If she wasn't his mother, if society deemed it appropriate, she would show him how a girl should take care of his needs. She knew she could please her son like no girl ever had. Kathleen suddenly snapped back to reality. What ridiculous thoughts she was having! What would Jon think of her fantasies? They shared some pretty crazy stuff, but this would take the cake. Kathleen shut it out of her mind and turned off the light.

~ ~ ~

Molly awoke with a smile the next morning. A fun day awaited her. Morning was spent helping the kids with crafts and playing games. Alicia, who was showing promise of being a very talented artist, drew a picture for Molly. It was a silhouette of Molly and her "boyfriend" holding hands inside a giant heart with the brilliant oranges and reds of a sunset behind them. The caption underneath read simply, "Love Is Not Complicated."

The picture pulled at Molly's heart strings. Upon reading the caption at the bottom, she involuntarily burst out in a brief sob, covering her mouth quickly with her hand. She couldn't help it, it was so beautiful. For once, she was glad the people around her couldn't hear, saving her from embarrassment. She got herself together and thanked Alicia for the picture.

"I'll always treasure it," she told her.

It was a hot, sunny day, and the afternoon was designated as free time for both campers and counselors. Molly decided to go to the pool to take a break from the heat. She went up to the girls showers to get changed into her bikini. She figured Chase was sitting in his lifeguard chair right about then and decided to send him a little gift. Alone in front of the mirror, she adjusted her top so she was showing maximum cleavage, nearly busting out of her bikini. She pushed the inside seam of her bikini top down just enough to display the tiniest sliver of her areolas. Molly posed sexily in the mirror and took a picture with her phone. She sent the picture to Chase's phone and then pushed her boobs back into her top where they belonged.

~ ~ ~

Chase reclined in the lifeguard chair, enjoying an easy day. The pool was less crowded during the week, and that made a lifeguard's job of due diligence a little easier to handle. He had been casually watching Ryan put the moves on Kara with contented interest all day. He hoped he was getting what he wanted. Ashley was nowhere to be seen. Avoiding that awkwardness altogether was alright him.

He glanced at the clock. It was nearly time for a break. He was thirsty and needed to stand up for a while. He signaled the break period and got down to get his phone and shirt. He saw he had a message from Molly and his spirits lifted. Walking to the concession, he opened up the message and saw the risqué picture his sister had dropped on his screen. His eyes widened and he turned the phone off instinctively, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Nobody was close enough to see. He giggled to himself and went to get a drink.

Finding a corner to stand in, Chase opened up the illicit image again to get a look. He immediately felt the blood shift into his hanging manhood upon seeing Molly's luscious curves. He had never seen her try to look so sexy. And she succeeded. Then his eyes caught something more—a hint of pink on her breasts. Zooming in the picture, he looked close at her bikini top to verify his suspicion. Indeed, her nipples were trying to peek out. His chest flashed cold at the allure of the picture. He couldn't take his eyes off it for a full minute.

After drinking in the picture for all it was worth, Chase sent a message to Molly. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he texted her.

"Use your imagination," Molly replied. "...and whatever body parts you need to."

"Dirty girl. You're not teasing the campers like you are me, I hope."

"I would never corrupt their innocent souls! You, on the other hand are going to get a spanking when I get home for looking at your sister that way," she warned.

"You're the one that's getting a spanking, for corrupting your brother," Chase countered.

"Promise?"

Chase sent her a wink and headed back out to resume the swim session. He had a happy afternoon.

He thought about Molly practically nonstop all day. Today he wasn't thinking so much about how he missed her and longed to be with her as he was about her sexy body. The unexpected picture she sent him kept him in a state of semi-arousal all day and his balls ached from the constant drone of sexual provocation.

It was almost evening when he got home. Chase parked the car in the driveway and saw his mom working outside. She waved when she saw him.

"Honey, will you help me water the garden before we eat?" is mother requested before he could get into the house. Chase reluctantly diverted toward the garden and uncoiled the hose reel, pulling the hose to the opposite end of the garden to begin watering. It was a dry June so far and they were watering frequently.

Chase watered a row of tomato plants and was about to pull the hose to head back for a pass at the cucumbers and onions when he glanced up at his mother bending over pulling weeds in the next row. She was wearing spandex yoga pants—something she didn't normally wear around the house—and she was facing away so Chase could see only her backside. It didn't look like his mom; it looked like a hot chick with a stunning behind. He stopped and watched her, stooping to pull weeds, taking a step, stooping again. The shape of her small, beautifully round ass could be clearly seen as she meandered from weed to weed. His aching balls were already worn out from thinking about Molly all day, and now his shorts were tenting again.

Kathleen turned around and noticed him standing there. Chase quickly jerked the hose and headed back down the row to resume watering, but not before Kathleen noticed the peculiar bulge in his pants. She smiled to herself. She was pretty sure she just caught her son ogling her butt.

After the evening garden chores, Kathleen and Chase sat down for a late dinner of leftover lasagna. The repeated meal was fine with Chase; his mother made amazing lasagna. Chase couldn't get the thought of his mom's beautiful, spandex-clad ass out of his mind. He stole glances every chance he got while she got dinner heated up. She was 40 and had a better body than most of the girls he had just graduated with. Chase decided to pose a very brash question. He was feeling bold, and sex was on his mind. He wanted to know if he and Molly were right about them being swingers.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can I ask you something about you and Dad?"

"Sure, hon."

"What do you guys do when you're out so late with Will and Sara?"

The question caught Kathleen completely off guard. "Um, well, we're all very close. We all enjoy each others' company."

"Well, it's just that you guys have pretty late nights with them, sometimes all night. I just wondered what it is that you enjoy so much?"

Kathleen twirled her fork on her plate, thinking of what to say next. "Oh, you know, we have similar interests, similar tastes in music, we like to drink some."

Chase thought for a second. "Will has told me he's into fusion jazz. I thought your tastes were a little more mainstream."

"Oh, you know, jazz, punk, whatever."

Chase was intrigued by his mother's nervous reaction. He baited the hook. "So, do you think they're a hot couple?"

'Are they 'hot?' Oh, I don't know, I guess they're okay.'"

"Really? Just okay? That's funny, because I know I've heard you and dad talk about how gorgeous their kids would be if they ever had them. I've heard you both go on and on about how attractive they both are. Sounds like you think they're hot," he said confidently.

Kathleen was getting a little annoyed at the questioning. "What exactly are you getting at, Chase?"

"Okay, here's the deal: You guys came home yesterday morning supposedly after a night of drinking, and instead of dragging in here hung-over, you both looked bright eyed and bushy-tailed, like you were on top of the world. In fact, you always look that way after being out with Will and Sara. I want to know why they are so good for your complexions?"

Kathleen giggled before covering her mouth. She and Jon thought maybe their kids would eventually find out, but they really didn't want to just come out and tell them. She decided to be honest with Chase. After all, she was prying into his sex life yesterday at this time.

"Your dad and I really like Will and Sara. We all know each other very intimately. We enjoy spending time together and sharing—sharing each other."

Kathleen waited for that to sink in. "Your father and I love each other very much. We are so confident in our love that we are able to share it with others."

Chase looked at her for a moment, trying to accept confirmation of what he had suspected all along. "So, you...and Will?"

Kathleen nodded.

"And dad...and Sara?"

She nodded and waited anxiously for his next question.

"So, you are swingers!" he exclaimed.

Kathleen rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Call it what you will. We share the love."

"Don't you get jealous?" he asked.

"Jealous? Oh, no, sweetheart—quite the opposite. After we've been with them, your dad and I feel even closer. We usually want to make love soon after."

Chase was picturing his mother having sex with another man. He imagined her on her knees, her beautiful naked ass in the air, getting her pussy drilled by some guy. Instead of revolting him, the thought of it turned him on. Seeing his mother as a sexual being was a strange sensation for Chase. But, given the new relationship he had with Molly, nothing was shocking. Seeing the people he loved from radically different perspectives was becoming a habit this week.

Kathleen watched her son in deep thought. "Baby, are you okay?" she asked.

Chase loved it when his mom used terms of endearment. She was using them a lot the last couple days and it felt so good to hear her call him 'baby.' "Are there any others?" he pressed.

Kathleen sat back. "A few. We try to keep our relationships 'monogamous.' We've been exclusively loving Will and Sara for the past 2 years or so."

"Are they exclusive too?" He asked.

"Yeah. But the thing is..." she began, and then trailed off. Kathleen started to feel like she was maybe being a little too open with Chase.

"What?" he pressed.

She didn't respond right away.

"C'mon! You were going to say something!" Chase was completely absorbed. He was wanting details now.

"I think our relationship might be getting a little stale," she lamented.

"Why?"

"Will and Sara are beautiful people and we love them, don't get me wrong, it's just that they're starting to get a little...demanding. Like, Will only wants a particular kind of sex from me. And your dad says Sara is getting a little funny too."

"What do you mean he wants a particular kind of sex from you?" he quizzed, trying to contain his curiosity.

"Well, it was good for a long time, but lately he's been wanting me assume different roles. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"What kind of roles?"

"I don't know; they're different all the time. He likes to pretend he's being dominated. It's very strange. I've felt a little used lately."

Chase considered that for a moment. Oddly, he was more uncomfortable hearing about his mother having to play weird mind games with someone than he was hearing about her having sex. "And what's wrong with Sara?"

She eyed Chase, her pursed lips to the side. Should she keep telling him all this? Was he really okay hearing this stuff? She decided to keep answering his questions. "Sara really likes anal sex. I mean really."

Chase's eyes got big. "Oh!" he said a little loudly. "And Will...doesn't dig that?"

Kathleen let out an embarrassed laugh. "Bingo. So there you have it in a nutshell—no ordinary sex between us and them anymore; they only have that with each other. That's why it's getting old.

"So, when you're all together, how do you do it? I mean, you pair up and go to separate rooms?"

Kathleen was surprised at Chase's eagerness to learn the details of this secret life of theirs, but was all too happy to share. She actually enjoyed talking about it with someone other than Jon for once.

"We give each other a long kiss goodnight with our usual 'I love you' and then spend the night with our 'other' partner. We keep the sex private; no group stuff."

Chase shook his head involuntarily. "Oh my God," he uttered. He was spellbound. He'd hardly touched his dinner. Kathleen took his reaction to be shock, and went into comfort mode. She scooted her chair back and got up to hug Chase who was still seated. "Baby, please don't think badly of us," she said sweetly to him, pulling his head to her bosom. He didn't need comforted, but gladly accepted it anyway. Putting his arms around her waist, Chase pulled her in close. His mother's body felt like heaven to him. She held his head against her breasts. Almost without thinking, Chase slid his hand down below Kathleen's waist, until he was touching her spandex pants. He gently rubbed his hand up and down the stretchy fabric, feeling the softness of the flesh underneath. He began to question whether he should have done that.

Kathleen noticed the touch, and allowed it to happen, staying in her same loving embrace. The thought of her son wanting to touch her sexy ass made her feel almost giddy. She let it go on for a while, then decided she'd better let go before something weird happened. She held his head in her hands and bent down. With loose lips, she kissed him tenderly—not a lovers' kiss, but a wet one nonetheless. "You should eat your dinner," she advised. Kathleen felt a wave of euphoria at how good that kiss felt, but was careful not to let it show.

Kathleen cleaned up the kitchen while Chase ate his lasagna, even though he didn't have much of an appetite.

After dinner he went to his room to do the sit ups he had pledged to do. After about twenty, he decided it was enough for the first day. He flopped on the bed in his underwear, contemplating taking a shower. All of the sex talk with his mother had him decidedly turned on. He'd never really imagined his mother having sex, let alone with other men besides his dad.

He closed his eyes and imagined her in his bed with him. How would she touch him? How would she kiss him? What would her little ass feel like in his hands? The fantasy was so fringe and obscure, so taboo, that he couldn't hold it in his mind for more than a few seconds at a time before his conscience would beat it back down.

His thoughts drifted back to Molly. He longed for her sweet touch. He grabbed his phone and looked at that picture again. He studied every curve, from her beautiful over-exposed tits to her creamy wide hips and smooth legs to her "Come fuck me" eyes. He especially loved her belly—not perfectly flat, but a hump—a gorgeous, smooth, fleshy hump. He wished he could touch it right now. He wished he could taste her nipples, squeeze her ass, smell her womanhood.

A light bulb flashed on in Chase's head as he remembered Molly's pretty pink panties he had stuffed in the drawer of his nightstand the other day. He opened the drawer and found the panties right where he had left them. He grabbed them and held them up, examining them all over. They were pink satin, with a little frill on the legs and a tiny pink bow on the front of the waistband. A barely perceptible white spot around the crotch, more of a rugged outline of a spot, could be seen where wetness had evaporated. He remembered pushing the fabric into her vagina while he dry fucked her. He turned them inside out and pressed the panties against his nose. He savored Molly's feminine aroma, mixed with the masking scent of fabric softener. He inhaled deeper, focusing on her delicate odor. He smelled the back, and the area between, anything that touched her tender parts and might have some of Molly left behind. It was faint, but it was enough. Chase took off his underwear.