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Chapter 9

They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths they took. Regina was generous with the brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked about the previous night. From time to time, she cast quick glances at the closet door, at the thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and listening avidly to every word they said.

It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and imagined him crouching there with his taut young prick in his hand, playing with himself as he heard the juicy, intimate details. Just knowing that he was there also stimulated Regina, and she found herself gulping at her heavily-brandied coffee.

"It was really kind of crazy," Stella said. "I figured that you and Chuck would come back before long, but I just had to go down on Bill, right after we fucked. And I just had to have him eat me, too."

That should have jolted Carey right to his balls, Regina thought; now he could think of his mother sucking a man's cock, of his mother getting her cunt eaten by someone besides his father. He was probably beginning to jack off.

She said, "Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed Chuck over here on the table, then at your place. Tell me, did you two do much talking after we left?"

"For hours," Stella answered. "It was the damnedest thing-us lying there bare-assed, both fresh from screwing someone else, and discussing all our sexual hang-ups. It seems that Chuck really got high, watching Bill fuck me."

Regina nodded. "The same with Bill. He'll go along with the four of us making it together tonight."

"Chuck is real anxious," Stella said, draining her coffee cup and holding it out for more. "So am I, and Regina-I really have to thank you. I'm so glad that you and Chuck started screwing, so that Bill and I could get in on it. It's a wonderful thing, to feel so free and easy, to be able to talk about it. And while I'm about it, I think your husband is a wonderful lover; he's so eager to please, and his prick stays so hard-"

Regina gulped. "Y-yeah, but he was softening with me. Until now. Last night, we screwed again after we got home, and he wanted me to tell how it felt when Chuck laid me."

Stella grinned. "Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said watching me suck off Bill freaked him out. I think we've got ourselves some rare guys Regina, my love."

Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh as well as her mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she tried to cut Stella off. "More than you know."

But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the far-out sex she had shared last night, and getting higher by talking about it to the wife of the man she had screwed and gone down on. She rushed on: "Oh Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill first stuck his nice, hard cock into me. It's been so very long since I had any other prick but Chuck's."

Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to add coffee this time, splashing the potent liquor straight into the cups. She needed more courage, since she knew that Stella's son was taking in everything his mother said, hiding there in the closet and no doubt jacking off by now. She considered telling Stella about him-later, of course, when Carey was out of earshot.

It was such a delicate subject, though, not like telling Stella that she had been screwing Chuck; that had been fairly easy, when they were both pretty well smashed. But clueing in Stella about her son, letting her know that Carey had been fucking her best friend-Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and Regina said, "I know the wild sensation. It was the same when Chuck laid me the first time. Stella-what are we going to do about the kids, yours and mine?"

"Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea, get them out of our hair so we could just fuck and fuck."

Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew; not since he had tasted-figuratively speaking-his first pussy. He wasn't about to settle for a kids' camp, when he was so intent upon a woman's cunt. But maybe the others?

Regina said, "I don't know. My boy is older than yours, and feels he's beyond such things as summer camps."

Stella giggled over her drink. "Then get him a girl and a motel, keep him gone for at least a weekend."

Laughing with her friend, Regina said, "Now there's an idea. How about your own children?"

"Them? Little Carey and Judy? I'll admit that they're real good looking kids, but they're very young. Too young, I'd say. They still chew bubble gum."

Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey thought about that opinion. Stella was in for a shock, no doubt. But who was going to tell her? Regina was fast losing her nerve, and Carey wasn't going to pop out of that closet to confront his mother.

She said, "Oh, I don't know, Stella; kids grow up fast these days, and as mothers, we just don't recognize that fact. We try to keep them babies, when they're actually young adults."

"Here's to young adults," Stella grinned, "and to old kids like us.

We'll keep shipping the real kids to movies or whatever, or leave them home and go to a motel."

Regina finished her brandy and made a face. "Wow! If I don't knock off this stuff, I won't be much good by evening. And Stella-" she paused, not knowing exactly how to go about the next thing she wanted to say, but it needed to be said, all the same. "Stella, about that little moment between us last night-I never-well, I never felt that way about any other woman before. I never even imagined it."

Dark and beautiful, Stella's eyes held hers for a long, penetrating moment. "I know what you mean; I never did, either. I've only heard about it, and I swear it never seemed to hold any interest for me.

Until last night, when I was so hot, so stirred up and ready for even more loving."

Nodding, Regina said softly, "There was a-a pull, a tenderness. We're not queer, not lesbians, but at that moment, I wondered what it would be like to-to hold you and love you."

"Me, too." Stella breathed. And I'm getting eager right now, bringing it out into the open like this. Regina-"

She'd almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but Regina remembered him just in time. "Darling-there's something I have to do first; really.

Tonight; I promise you, we'll do something about that tonight, when the guys are worn down. Will that be all right, Stella?"

"Sure," Stella said, not sounding sure. "If you'd rather not-"

"Oh darling, I do want to! It's just-" desperately, Regina winked and grimaced, made a motion toward the closet. "-just that I think someone else is in the house right now. We don't want to spoil anything."

Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little. "Oh, I get it.

Okay, dear; I'll hold you to your promise tonight. Your place or mine?"

"Over here," Regina answered quickly. "I'll have something to eat, some rum punch-"

Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina's hips and looked up into her face. A smaller woman, her breasts didn't reach nipple-tonipple with Regina's, but she pressed the conical mounds into Regina's rib cage, and managed a caress with the tops of her tits against the bottom of Regina's tits. The touch of them was a jolt, and so was the pressure of Stella's soft mound against her thigh.

"Kiss me," Stella murmured.

Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet brushing of her tongue was a damp flame. Regina put her arms around the other woman and drew her tightly to her body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily, their tongues blazing together, their teeth raking, clashing. Regina rubbed her pussy into the small, vibrant body, and had it rubbed back.

Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly back, holding on to the edge of the sink for support, her head spinning and her eyes gone suddenly hazy. "H-hey! That was too much. If we don't-don't break this up now, I'm not sure we ever will. Stella, please-"

"Okay; all right, darling. I'll go now. I just wanted to be certain you felt the same way, had the same kind of fever raging in your belly. You do. So I can wait until tonight. See you then, pretty woman."

With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind her a disturbed woman, a strangely aroused Regina Abbott who didn't know which way to turn. She hadn't really considered having sex with another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different.

Carey was standing beside her before she realized he had left the closet. "That was something else! I always knew my mother was hot to trot, but I never figured she'd go for a woman, too. Oh wow, I almost came in my hand, just watching you two."

"Carey," she said, "you're going to have to help. I wanted to tell her about you and me, but I just couldn't. You-you know my son pretty well; how do you think Dale would react, if you told him he had a chance to blackmail Stella, the same way you put the pressure on me, at first?"

He stared. "Me-get Dale to screw my mother?"

"Why not? I'll bet he's been eyeing her; she's lovely enough to attract men and boys of all ages."

"Yeah," Carey breathed. "That's for sure. But-yeah; I'll tell him. We can work it out, Dale and me, and I'll back him up, in case he gets scared or something. Then nobody will try to ship us all off to camp, right?"

"That's the idea," Regina said. "Think you can find him this afternoon?"

He moved close to her and she saw the hard bulge in his jeans; if he had jacked off in the closet, he was ready again. "Right after you fuck me, Mrs. Abbott. I can't stand it any longer, hearing you and Mom talk about fucking each other's husbands, then listening to you, watching you, kiss each other and get ready to make it tonight. My cock is about to split, it's so hard."

Regina edged away. "Damn it, we can't! I don't know where Bill is, or when the kids will come home, or-okay, Carey. Let's duck out into the back yard, and I'll take the edge off you."

Behind the barbecue pit was a lilac bush, thick now with leaves and blooms. Leading him to it, she went down on her knees, turned where she could face the house and know when anyone came in.

"Come on, darling," she said. "Take it out of your pants."

Wide-eyed, he stared down at her, his hand fumbling with his zipper.

"You-you mean-"

She helped him, unhooked the top snap of the jeans and drew them far down his slim legs. His prick jumped out like a flagpole, neat and purple-shiny on its eager head where the drop of clear, slippery juice trembled in the sun.

"I'm going to suck your sweet cock," she said, fondling his lightly haired balls and using her fingertips to caress the pulsating shaft.

"I'm going to eat your prick, Carey. It's the first time for you, isn't it-the very first time you're putting your prick into anyone's mouth?"

"Yes," he said, "y-yes, ma'am. But you-I-you-"

She shut him up by bringing her face forward and kissing the droplet of pre-seminal fluid from the tip of his prick. He gasped in sudden shock, and she put both hands around to take the boy by the smooth cheeks of his slim young ass, so she could hold him in position. Then Regina put her tongue to the throbbing bulb, tasting the wetness, the sponginess and the inner hardness there, tasting the very essence of the boy.

Sucking the knob into her lips, she worried it some with her teeth, delighted to hear him moan above her, joyous at the movement of his crotch and the hands that came gently down to caress her hair.

Regina drew his cockhead deeper, pulled it over her tongue and across the roof of her mouth, bringing it back to touch the velvet cup of her throat. A shudder ran through the boy and she dug her nails into his ass to hold him up; for a second there, she thought his knees were going to buckle and let him collapse.

Sticking the tip of her tongue into the slot of his prick head, she pushed it deep as it would go, then drew it out to run hotly and wetly around the circumcised rim. As she slid her mouth back, Carey kept trembling, but gave a little wiggle of his crotch that told her he was picking up the rhythm, getting the idea.

He loved it, adored the way she used her lips and tongue on his slippery cock; she could tell by the panting, the uncoordinated movements of his pelvis and the way his delicious young prick bobbed inside her mouth. Regina began to suck it then, dipping her cheeks in, then puffing them back out, pulling his cock deep, then shoving it back with her tongue.

Her hands were busy, too-one of them cupping his balls, squeezing and tickling, the other toying with the base, the shaft, playing with it as she continued to suck. Carey jerked uncontrollably, held to her head and started to actually fuck her face, pumping his cock into her throat, pulling it to him in preparation for another long and lunging stroke.

She rode with him, biting sometimes, lapping sometimes, always drawing his beautiful prick as deep as she could possibly take it. Regina caressed his ass, trailed her fingers into the cleft, brought them around to his balls again. The speed of his thrusts increased, and she closed her eyes, waiting, helping, hurrying along the sky-rocketing burst of semen that was swiftly building to release.

It came with tender violence, in a fountain of come that gushed hotly into her throat, passing over the roof of her mouth and sliding greasy along her trembling tongue. It came with a hissing ejaculation that bathed her inner cheeks with the treasured juices of his balls, and Regina lost herself totally in the gulping of the precious stream.

Faintly musky, slightly sour and slightly sweet, the semen was thrilling in the exotic blending of its flavors, delicious as it oozed down her straining avid throat. She drank it lasciviously, siphoning for more and more, until at last the quivering spurts diminished into nothingness.

Still, she clung to the boy's ass, chewed lightly upon his prick and licked at a drying head. Regina had forgotten that she'd led him out here under the lilac bush to get rid of him quickly, before he could compromise her in her own home. She forgot everything except the fantastic intimacy that eating a cock brought her, the feeling of both dominance and passivity.

Only when Carey Baker wavered and held to her head for support, did she let up on him, allowing his prized shaft to slide from her reluctant lips. It made a plopping sound, and she couldn't resist moving her lips along the pole to nuzzle briefly into the shaggy blackness of his pubic hair.

Carey's crotch hair would be the same color as his mother's, she thought, and probably of the same general texture. Breathing deeply, Regina sat back from the boy and knew a moment of envy for her husband.

Bill Abbott had already tasted the honey of Stella's mound, through both his tongue and his prick. Tonight, she thought-tonight.

"Mrs. Abbott," Carey sighed, "that was-it was so great, so far-out-I wanted to cry and yell and faint, kind of."

She stood up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. Your daddy gets a big kick out of it, too. He taught both your mom and me how to do it, you know-how to eat prick."

For some reason, she wanted to hurt him just a little, and by the stricken look on his face, she had succeeded. Maybe it was because he was going to get her own son into a situation where Dale could also fuck Stella Baker. Was she jealous of her own son, too?

"Hey," she said contritely, "I didn't mean that badly. Before very long, we'll all be swinging together. Maybe you can make it with Bill and me, or your father and me."

"I-I'd like that," he said. "I think."

She watched him closely as he pulled up his shorts and jeans, as his still-rigid prick was tucked safely from sight. "But you'd rather fuck your mother?"

Carey flinched visibly, and dropped his eyes. "I-I didn't say that. I mean, after all, she's my mom, and just because I helped you and my dad, and Mr. Abbott-"

She said it softly, wonderingly, because now it was very plain to her:

"You want to fuck your mother more than anything in the world."

He swallowed and his face went red. "She-one time I got to see her do it with my dad. It was-it was crazy, and I hid in their bedroom closet and jacked off three times while I watched his prick slide in and out of her beautiful, beautiful pussy. Three times I came, and it was like I hadn't come at all, because when she moaned and shook that gorgeous little ass, when she told him how good his cock felt, it was like I could go over and pull him out from between her legs and fuck her myself, all night long, fuck her over and over and over, rolling around in that wonderful cunt until I just died."

Regina touched his face tenderly. "Poor darling, to need so much, to suffer so much. I'll help you. Honest I will. One way or another, you'll get to screw your mom, and soon."