0 comments/ 217798 views/ 14 favorites There's No Place Like Home By: genderbender Craig leaned against the window frame, his eyes fixed to binoculars directed at the house next door. Mrs. Wilkins, dear lady, had the blessed habit of leaving the bathroom curtains open when she got ready for bed, and the hedge between their properties had been cut in such a way that he got a clear view of the window. As he entered puberty he was quick to notice and appreciate his mother's friend Georgia, whose luscious body was every adolescent's dream. His mother had a wonderful figure, but Mrs. Wilkins was built like the proverbial shit house, with remarkably full breasts complementing her slender waist and narrow, curvaceous hips. And now he'd discovered this little secret and was enjoying himself immensely, his youthful member already hard in the front of his pajama bottoms. Mrs. Wilkins pulled the unbuttoned blouse out of her skirt and spread the panels open, turning away for a moment, then once again turning toward the window. It was as though she were offering him a view of those beautiful treasures filling to overflowing a very low cut brassiere. His binoculars brought him so close to the action it appeared he could reach out and touch the sloping curves rising above lace trimmed cups. She was admiring herself in the mirror no doubt, her eyes fixed in front of her as she slowly turned first one way, then the other, fingers caressing her breasts, tips teasing nipples poking through the nylon cups. At just that moment someone stepped behind her. Now this was a first! Craig's eyes widened when he realized it was another woman whose hands reached around Mrs. Wilkens' torso, slender fingers caressing those fabulous breasts. Craig could see the woman's long hair but her face was on the other side of Mrs. Wilkins who had turned her head toward this stranger. Clearly they were kissing. Craig couldn't stop from touching himself. He was on fire! He knew women made out together, in fact, some of his classmates identified themselves as lesbians. But he'd never seen two women going at it and it was a shocking turn on for him. The woman's fingers were releasing the clasp at the front of the dainty brassiere and suddenly Craig was looking at naked breasts held in long fingers tipped in red. Craig's heart stopped. Oh my god! His mind suddenly slipped back in time to earlier that day. He'd been in the den watching television, his mother on the sofa next to him. He was only half aware of what she was doing and except for the smell probably wouldn't have registered it anyway. His mother had been applying bright red polish to her manicured nails! Mrs. Wilkins was turning now to face her lover. Suddenly his mother's profile came into view. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! They were kissing again, a kiss they'd clearly been practicing. Mrs. Wilkin's hands were working between their bodies and a moment later she was pulling his mother's blouse open. He watched in disbelief as the older woman's fingers reciprocated the caress he'd watched a moment before, fingers spreading over his mother's lovely bosom. He stared, still in shock. Then the lover's stepped from the window, leaving him with his rampant erection and fantasies he was not certain he wanted to carry in his mind. Craig pulled a worn copy of Penthouse from beneath his mattress and thumbed through the pages until he found what he'd been looking for. A blonde and brunette jumped off the pages, two beautiful woman making love with one another, fingers caressing, mouths exploring. This was what his mother and Georgia were doing right now, he mused, his eyes fixed to the images on the page as his fingers rode up and down his throbbing cock. He recalled the scene at the window, his mother's breasts beneath those caressing fingers, the two women kissing passionately. Would Georgia's mouth be pressed between her mother's thighs like this woman in the magazine was doing, her tongue extended toward the naked genitals lying there? Suddenly he was cumming, the answer to his question quickly lost, hot liquid erupting from the purple crown of his cock, arcing through the air before splattering on his bare chest. Craig's heart was pounding in his chest as he headed toward the kitchen the next morning. He knew his mother would be standing at the counter putting together his breakfast. He had only a couple more days left of school before summer break began, but a routine was a routine and his mother would not miss breakfast, no matter how late she'd stayed in Mrs. Wilkins' bed. How could he look her in the eye now that he'd seen her making out with another woman? The image of his mother's breasts cradled in Mrs. Wilkins' fingers would not quickly leave his mind. In fact the image had intruded on his masturbation last night. She was standing with her back toward him as he entered. He couldn't help himself from pausing to stare at his mother's very sexy figure. Her faded denim jeans conformed to the tight round curve of her bottom and showed off her tiny waist. Then she was turning, her eyes fixed on the glasses of orange juice she'd just poured. Craig's eyes lifted to caress the luscious breasts filling the tee shirt she wore, which was shockingly tight if truth be told. Craig hadn't noticed that before, but of course, he hadn't thought of his mother so clearly as an object of sexual fantasy before either. "Morning sleepyhead. Just one more week and you're liberated." Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze and he felt himself flush as though she could read his mind. "Yeah, I'm ready for a break." He settled onto a chair and eased beneath the table, relieved that the surging feelings in his groin would not be seen. His mother leaned across the table to slide his juice in place, a move that pulled the tee shirt even tighter across her remarkable bosom. Despite his embarrassment, Craig felt his organ surging within his trousers. He quickly averted his eyes, reaching toward the morning paper left by his father who'd already departed for work. Then the thought crossed his mind about what his father's reaction might be to learn about his wife's infidelity with the luscious Mrs. Wilkins. God what a mess! Fortunately, he got out of the house without his mother noticing the condition of his swollen organ. Brad picked him up as usual and started chattering about his upcoming date with that hot new chick Marla. Marla had transferred to the school with only a month left of classes and turned heads immediately. Brad, the horniest boy in the senior class didn't waste any time putting the make on her. Craig would be the audience for all of his friend's amorous adventures with Miss Marla, as he had been for all of the other babes his handsome friend scored with. Craig, on the other hand, had no intention of sharing with his buddy what had transpired the night before. Brad would probably yuk it up about him being a pervert or something like that. In truth, Craig had minimal experience with girls, a fact that pained him greatly as his friends began reporting their victories. He was still dating Lisa, a very attractive and very sexy babe, but she drew the line with him. No hands beneath clothes! He longed to touch her firm, young breasts without the hindrance of blouse and brassiere. But not yet and he was losing patience, especially after staring at Mrs. Wilkins' oversized tits. Of course, his mother wasn't too bad either he mused, his mind slipping back to the kitchen and his hardon. He shook his head and tried to focus on Brad's words. Walking down the corridor at Ridley High was definitely not for the faint hearted. There were so many gorgeous babes standing around and walking past, that it was a challenge to keep your cock cool. More than one guy was standing there with his books strategically positioned over his crotch to hide his excitement. Especially as summer neared and the girls began wearing skimpy camisoles and the shortest of skirts. It was like a competition among the prettiest girls to see who could be most daring in their attire. He stared at the round bottoms and the bouncing breasts, longing for someone to share her body completely with him. He was tired of being a virgin! Lisa came walking with Shelley and Jessica, her closest friends. Certainly they were among the prettiest girls in his class and on that particular day they all were dressed to kill. Lisa stepped to his side, dragging her firm breasts across his elbow as she turned to face her friends. "I'll catch you guys later." They were both on the editorial staff of the yearbook which would be distributed the next day. Administrators had learned long ago that if they gave them out too early the students wouldn't attend to their classes. This last week was pretty much a party anyway so it was time. Craig and Lisa walked arm in arm to the advisors office to make a final count of the order which had been delivered over the weekend. It was late afternoon by the time the two teens finished their work and they left the school arm in arm. Craig had been staring a Lisa all the time they'd been working, but there were other students around so he couldn't do anything. He knew from past experience that everything filling the front of Lisa's camisole was real and he longed to get his fingers on those full, round breasts. Now he felt the firm mound nudging his arm as they walked. He was really turned on! "You're being awfully naughty buster." He'd been telling her what he wanted to do with her, including his usual suggestion that she take her clothes off for him so he could kiss her bare body. The fact her breast remained tight against his arm told him she was excited too. "You said you might." His partially aroused manhood definitely filled the front of his jeans and he did nothing to hide his excitement. "I said maybe I would. That means maybe I won't too." She turned toward him as they walked and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Patience is a virtue, or haven't you heard that one?" He stepped into the entryway of her family home, leaving the door open behind him. Craig knew her mother would be in the kitchen getting dinner ready and that he'd better head home. But he wanted at least to kiss this tantalizing temptress. Lisa had the same idea in mind because after tossing her books on a chair she turned and pressed the length of her glorious body against him and offered her lips. Her tongue touched his lips almost instantly. He willingly opened his mouth and accepted the treasured gift. They kissed deeply, tongues sliding from mouth to mouth. He leaned back against the wall, pulling her with him into the shadows as his fingers slid down her torso and around to caress her tight bottom. Her hips pressed closer as she rode the hard mound between her thighs against his erection. She'd touched him before through his jeans, her fingers following the contours of his cock before squeezing him tightly as they kissed. It was too dangerous to play those games with her mother in the house, but he could tell she was as hungry for what was happening as he was. If only she'd let him take off her blouse, open it even. His fingers slid up her side and pressed into the bulging side of her breasts. Her mother's voice broke their reverie and they stepped away from one another with a gasp. "I'm home mom, just saying goodbye to Craig." "I need a hand when you're finished." Lisa peered up at him, her eyes heavy with excitement, her lips moist from their kiss. Then she did something she'd never done before when they were saying goodbye. Her hand reached out, fingers extending until they grazed his genitals. "Maybe we can get together later." She smiled and squeezed his penis. He groaned and shook his head. "I'll give you a call after dinner." "Okay." He'd been so close so many times that he wasn't prepared to count on scoring with Lisa that night. He just walked home and got ready for supper. It turned out his father had left that day on a business trip, so he ate alone with his mother. "I'm going over to Georgia's for the evening. I hope you don't mind." She was dressed nicely in skirt and silk blouse. Her lovely face was carefully made up like she was going on a date, which Craig knew from observing her the night before was likely the case. Mr. Wilkins had departed from the scene the year before, running off with his secretary and abandoning his wife of almost twenty years. Their two children were away at college, so she lived in that large home by herself for most of the year. "Do you mind if I invite Lisa over to watch television?" He might as well take advantage of the situation. "Of course I don't mind." She smiled, looking even lovelier. "My mom is going to be out and my dad is on the road." There was a long pause as Lisa digested what he had just told her. "I can't tell my mom that!" "So, don't tell her." Another long pause. "Can you pick me up?" "Sure, I'll be there in about ten minutes." "Okay, I'll see you then." Lisa kept to her side of the car as they drove in silence to his house. She was wearing the same outfit she'd worn at school that day and it looked even more tantalizing to him now that he knew they would spend the next couple of hours alone in the family room of his parent's empty house. She took his hand as they walked from the driveway to the front door, waiting patiently as he worked the lock. He offered to make popcorn and she helped in the kitchen, just like any other evening. He carried the large bowl and she carried a couple of sodas. He flipped on the television and settled on the sofa where Lisa was already sitting, her legs tucked beneath her. Her skirt was above mid thigh, showing off her tanned legs. Craig flipped through a couple of channels until they found a show they both liked and put their attention on the popcorn and the television screen. Craig glanced over at Lisa, noticing for the first time that the only straps running over her shoulders belonged to the camisole. He recalled distinctly that she'd been wearing a brassiere beneath the skimpy garment earlier. She'd never gone out with him before without a brassiere. His eyes dropped instantly to her breasts. The thin cotton clung to the full mounds. Instantly he got hard, his mind running ahead to the moment when he'd slide his fingers over them. Lisa noticed his expression. "What're you doing?" The bowl of popcorn was on her lap and he reached toward it. "Just getting some popcorn." His face was flushed and he had a difficult time keeping the smile from spreading across his face. "Yeah, sure you are. I know that look." He knew she was playing with him, that the game was already beginning. As he lifted his fingers filled with popcorn from the bowl he brushed the back of his hand against the tips of her breasts, slowly dragging his fist toward him before lifting the popcorn to his mouth. He held her gaze as he chewed. "Good popcorn." His eyes lowered to her breasts, noting with satisfaction that her nipples were poking through the cotton. "Pretty fresh too." Lisa put the bowl on the table and took two napkins from the tray before offering him one. "Clean you fingers lover boy." She did the same, tossing the napkin on the table, then leaning toward him. He turned, lowering his face until their lips met. They eased into an embrace as the kiss deepened. Without hesitation he spread his fingers over one of her breasts, marveling at the feeling of the firm mound unencumbered by a brassiere. Clearly Lisa was willing to play the edge tonight and he was really turned on! Her breathing was getting ragged and he knew she was as excited by what they were doing as he was. They lay back against the cushions, lips glued together. Lisa had turned just enough that he had room to caress her breasts. When he gingerly slid the strap off her shoulder she made no protest. He lifted his lips from her open mouth, eyes dropping to where his fingers were dragging the strap down her arm. The cotton rolled along the curving slope of her breast, slowly revealing more and more of the lush mound. He suddenly felt her fingers on his thigh, sliding higher until they nudged his manhood. They kissed again, mouths sucking on tongues as they slid from one mouth to the other. Craig lifted his lips again. He had to watch. The cotton finally slid past the engorged nipple and one sumptuous breast came into view. Lisa groaned as his fingertips grazed the nipple before his hand cupped the firm mound. "God, you're beautiful." They kissed again. Lisa was leaning away from him and he followed. They lay down on the sofa, bodies pressing close together. Lisa's fingers once again clutched his erection through his jeans. His fingers, on the other hand, were enjoying the touch of bare flesh. Lisa's breasts were both bare, gorgeous, firm mounds rising from her chest, nipples rising erect in circles of dark brown. He leaned over and kissed one nipple, tongue licking lasciviously. Lisa's free hand pressed against the back of his head, pulling his mouth closer. Her groans told him she was appreciating his efforts. Then he felt her fingers trying to pull his zipper down. He lifted his mouth, eyes finding Lisa's for a moment as they acknowledged what they were doing. He held her gaze as he reached down to help her, quickly sliding the zipper over the bulging mound filling his shorts. She released the brass button before easing her fingers beneath the elastic waistband. Suddenly he felt fingertips touching his naked organ which spontaneously surged. Lisa smiled a sheepish smile at the live creature waiting her attention. Her fingers slid around the shaft, then held it firmly. Their lips met in a slow tantalizing kiss that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship. Craig knew he was about to be fucked! Neither of these young lovers really knew what they were doing, yet everything they tried was so pleasurable that they felt propelled along this ancient road of passion. Soon Lisa's skirt was around her waist and one of Craig's hands was inside her white cotton panties. His erection stuck out from the top of his jockey shorts, the stiff instrument thrusting against Lisa's bare thigh as they bodies undulated on the rough fabric covering the couch they shared. Craig was sliding up his young lover's body, knowing instinctively that the place to put his throbbing cock was between Lisa's heaving thighs. The expression on her face suggested she'd be more than willing to accept the offer. The sound of a door closing broke their reverie and limbs flew in every direction as they scrambled to extricate themselves from their torrid embrace and put their clothes in order. By the time his mother's voice called down the stair from the kitchen they were seated next to one another, faces flushed, breathing coming in short gasps. "We're down here mom." He glanced over at Lisa. Her lips were swollen and colored from their passionate kissing. Her eyes were heavy with excitement. She'd never looked more beautiful to him. He reached over and took her hand in his, they reached for a fist full of popcorn. His mother's tread was light but noticeable on the steps leading down from the kitchen. "Hi Lisa, its nice to see you." All was lost! His mother hung out with them until well past the time Lisa had to get home. They finally excused themselves, driving back to her place, both in shock at what had happened and how the evening ended. They kissed deeply one last time in the car, then walked slowly to her door. "I'll be thinking about you tonight when I go to sleep." He didn't say that he'd likely be beating off as well with images of her bare body in his mind. "Me too." She turned and twisted the knob before disappearing into the entryway. He waited until the door closed before departing. What a bummer! Craig arrived home with an ache in his groin. He pulled the family car into the garage and entered through the kitchen. It was close to twelve o'clock, late for a week night, though considering it was the last week of class it wasn't a big deal. He didn't have any homework and would spend most of tomorrow with his friends passing around yearbooks and musing about graduation. He was surprised to find the light still on in the den and stopped at the open door on his way to his room. His mother sat in the large leather chair which was his father's usual home within their home. She was wearing her terry cloth robe and reading a slim volume he didn't recognize. Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze, a smile slowly lifting her lips. There's No Place Like Home "Sorry about that." He peered toward his mother, the thought crossing his mind suddenly that she might not be wearing anything under that robe. Then his mind tried to make sense of her words. "What do you mean?" Her smile became more subdued, but he could tell she was suppressing a grin. "I interrupted you and your friend at an awkward moment. I apologize." He felt his face flush and averted his eyes, peering out the large window overlooking the darkened backyard. She obviously had figured out what was going on when she arrived unexpectedly from her visit next door. "No big deal." What could he say, that he was royally pissed that he didn't get laid? He lifted his eyes and met his mother's gaze again. "Well, be that as it may, I'll try to be more discrete in the future. You're eighteen and that's old enough to take responsibility for these things." She paused before resuming. "By the way, you use condoms don't you?" He could feel his body literally cringe at her words. He was certain his face had turned a bright shade of red. "I know about those things mom, you don't have to worry." "I won't worry so long as you protect yourself. There's some nasty germs out there." She lifted her book. "Good night son." "Good night mom." For the second night in a row Craig masturbated before falling asleep. Tonight he was moved by the images of his time with Lisa, her lovely bare breasts beneath his fingers and mouth. He prayed they'd get together soon and finish what they'd begun. From what his mother was saying he should have pretty free reign of the house the next time he wanted to fool around with his girl friend. He could hardly believe what she was saying! He closed his eyes after cleaning up the mess he'd created, ready for a good night's sleep. Craig saw Lisa after his first class the next day. He saw her from the back as he approached her locker, once again enthralled by how sexy her body was. She was wearing faded denim jeans that appeared to be painted on the round curves of her tight bottom. He stepped behind her, riding his hips forward as he made contact. She started, turning her head to meet his gaze. Slowly a smile crossed her lips. He stepped back as she turned. "Morning lover boy." He felt himself flush. Finally he smiled, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone could hear them. "Good morning, yourself, hot stuff." She leaned close and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Our little secret, right?" He knew she didn't want to be some boys conquest, reported to all the other boys on campus. "Promise." "So, I'll see you after school?" She lifted her books out of her locker, getting ready for her next class. "That's a date. My mom gave me the green light last night to have you over whenever I want. No holds barred." He could see Lisa's eyebrows raise as she puzzled over the meaning of that phrase. "What do you mean?" "She was apologizing for having interrupted our fun last night and promised not to do it again." "Wow!" "My sentiments exactly." His mother wasn't home when he and Lisa arrived. They headed for the family room without stopping to make popcorn. Clearly they were seeking other forms of entertainment for the afternoon. Lisa had about an hour before her mother would expect her at home. Craig opened the drapes overlooking the back yard and swimming pool before joining Lisa on the sofa. She'd obviously brushed her hair and applied fresh gloss to her lips before meeting him outside the school. She looked drop dead gorgeous seated there in her formfitting jeans and cotton blouse. He eased down next to her, sliding his arm around her shoulders. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" She smiled but he could sense her reluctance to revisit that place of intense passion. "I won't go all the way." The words were almost whispered. Craig peered down at her, smiling shyly himself. He'd never gotten this close with a girl before and had no idea what he was doing. Like most of his friends, bravado was simply an act covering fear. He accepted her wishes almost with relief. "Okay." He leaned closer. Lisa lifted her face and their lips touched, lightly at first. He could feel himself getting hard and wondered how far this young beauty would go with him. Their lips softened, tongues tentatively joining in the slow, almost leisurely kiss they shared. His breathing was getting ragged. They were turning on the sofa, arms pulling each other closer. He felt her firm breasts against his chest, her thigh easing between his legs. Instinctively he humped against it, his fully aroused manhood riding along her thigh. Their lips parted, each gasping for air and sighing. He watched his fingers on her shoulder sliding down her arm, the tips spreading as they eased over Lisa's breast. She leaned back to give him room, her eyes following his fingers as well as they moved from one breast to the other and then began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She made no objection as the panels fell open to reveal the delicate brassiere filled to overflowing with abundant female flesh. His fingertips played across the nylon cup, coming together to tease her hard nipple. She sighed again, her fingers taking hold of his arm. He thought for a moment she was going to stop him but she didn't. It seemed rather that she wished to participate in the tantalizing caress. They were kissing again, mouths sucking on tongues slithering between parted lips. Craig felt her fingers on his erection and almost swooned. Lisa was pulling his zipper down as he tugged her blouse out of her jeans to fully expose her luscious bosom. He paused to undo her jeans, pulling the zipper down just as Lisa completed the same task. "Let's take them off." He knew he was taking a risk in making the suggestion, but Lisa didn't hesitate as she lifted her hips off the sofa and pushed the soft denim over her hips and down her slender thighs. Craig struggled a moment getting his shoes off before stripping the narrow jeans legs off his ankles. Then they were in one another's arms once again, turning to lie next to one another on the sofa, legs entwining as hips pressed close together. Craig could feel his cock wedging between his lover's parted thighs, their genitals separated only by two thin layers of cotton. He thrust forward, riding his member against the prominent mound where Lisa's thighs came together. Her legs fell open wider, her hips lifting toward him. This had to be what fucking is like he mused as their hips ground together. Their lips parted and they lay side by side, catching their breath. Craig peered down at Lisa's firm breasts rising from her chest, then down her flat belly to the cotton panties covering her loins. He played his fingers over her thigh and then down between them, touching the cotton before pressing into the tenderness lying buried there. She groaned. They kissed again, Craig's fingers playing across the soft cotton pouch which surely held her treasured genitals. Lisa's fingers were easing beneath the waist band of his jockey shorts, quickly slipping around the hardness of his cock. Their lips parted, both teens peering down their slender bodies to where fingers were exploring new sensations. Craig, emboldened by Lisa's caress eased the tips of his fingers beneath the white cotton, instantly finding moist softness. "Please." Lisa's words were whispered, her legs falling wider apart as his fingertips shifted gently from side to side. She'd shown him how to touch her, though his fingertips had touched only multiple layers of fabric before. Now he was touching soft folds of flesh. Despite his lack of experience, what he was doing was clearly working because Lisa was moaning now, her head moving from side to side, her hips twitching on the coarse fabric of the sofa. Her fingers clutched his erection but all her attention was focused on his fingers, on the sensations spreading through her loins. He moved faster, sensing she was getting closer to release. He didn't know how he understood this, except perhaps from his own experience beating off. Her ragged breathing and shuddering body suggested as much. Suddenly she was squealing, hips jerking off the sofa. Her free hand reached down to grab his wrist, forcing him to stop. He stared at her face, her expression more like a grimace than anything else, but the grimace quickly gave way to a smile as her eyes opened and met his gaze. "Oh my god!" Her tongue slid out to moisten her lips and her fingers released their grip on his wrist. He slowly withdrew his fingers, running his hand up her side and drawing her body against his. They kissed, lips melting together as tongues danced from mouth to mouth. Craig was still on fire, but he sensed Lisa needed some time to recover. Of course, she'd told him in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't go all the way, so he wasn't certain what more he could expect from her. Yet her fingers remained on his bare penis, gently massaging as they kissed. On impulse he reached down and pushed his shorts off his erection. Lisa's lips lifted and for a moment he thought she would protest, but he saw instantly that she wanted to watch her hand as it began riding up and down his throbbing organ. He fell back against the cushions, giving himself to the delicious caress. Despite the fact she was doing to him precisely what he did to himself more nights than not, there was something about having another person's fingers giving the pleasure that heightened his excitement. He doubted Lisa had ever done this with a boy before. He glanced over at her face, the intense expression conveying her wish to do this thing well. He groaned, curling his body closer to hers, his arm slipping around her torso and resting his face against the fullness of her breast. His hips lifted toward her slender fingers. "Oh, I'm getting close!" His words were breathless and seemed to add to the urgency of Lisa's fingers which now flew up and down his throbbing member. Without warning the white juice erupted from the tip, arcing through the air to splatter on his chest. Wave followed wave, his cum oozing from the purple crown, flowing down his thick cock and over Lisa's fingers wrapped just below the reddened rim. He turned his face, lifting his chin until their lips met in a deep, slow kiss that ended with a gasp. They held each other but only after they'd used his handkerchief to clean up the mess created by his copious cum. Lisa helped, partly because her hand was wet with the stuff but also, it seemed to Craig, because she wasn't quite ready to relinquish his manhood. She made no objection when he positioned his bare cock between her thighs and drew her body close to him. He knew they'd gone as far as she was likely willing to go, at least for the night. But he was delighted with what they'd shared. "So this is our secret, right?" Her lips were close to his ear. "Promise, our secret." She nuzzled closer, thrusting her hips toward him, pressing her loins against his still swollen cock. Craig's father was home the next night and he shared dinner with both his parents for the first time in a long while. His father was preoccupied, as often happened after he'd been gone for a few days. His mother, on the other hand, looked radiant. He couldn't help but wonder how much of her good mood was the product of her hours next door making out with Mrs. Wilkins. There seemed to be no lack of sexual energy in this family, even if little of it seemed to be flowing between his mother and father. He wondered whether his father was having an affair and didn't care what his wife was doing. Craig glanced over at his mother, confirming once again how beautiful she was. How could anyone not be turned on by such a gorgeous creature? True to his word, Craig didn't say anything to Brad the following morning as they drove to school. Of course, part of that may have been the fact Brad was so full of himself after his first date with Marla. It appeared her reputation was well earned and Brad had his hands full. "She went down on me in the drive-in after we'd been making out for no more than five or ten minutes. Shocked the shit out of me, but boy can she give a blow job!" Craig stayed quiet, knowing there would be more to report and there was. "I stopped her and before you could say Yankee Doodle, she'd climbed on my lap and slid her wet pussy over my cock. I don't know what the folks around us were thinking, but I didn't give a shit. She fucked my brains out!" Brad's car pulled into the parking lot at the rear of school. The lot was full of people lounging around, grabbing a last smoke before classes began. Things were really loose with only two days left of school. Craig noticed Marla leaning on a bright orange pickup truck that belonged to one of the seniors. Perhaps she was trolling for bigger game now that she'd found out what Brad had to offer. There was no doubt she was one sexy babe with a body to die for. He got out of the car and waited as his friend sauntered over to Marla who greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek and an embrace that brought her tempting body against his lean form. She turned her head to say something to the guy who owned the truck, then walked toward where he stood with her arm linked with Brad's. "So this is Craig." Marla met his gaze, a sultry look in her deep set green eyes. She was a knockout too. "Hi." Her eyes quickly sized him up, a move familiar to guys, but one he hadn't seen in a girl before. She lingered at his crotch before lifting her eyes to meet his gaze again. He felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Nice to meet ya." "We're gonna cut first hour. See ya later." Craig watched the two of them climb into the driver's side of Brad's car. He imagined they were intending to continue their play from the night before. If only he were so lucky, he mused. But then he saw Lisa walking toward the front of the building with her friends Jessica and Shelley and reminded himself of how lucky he was to be making out with such a gorgeous chick. He smiled to himself and slowly sauntered toward the school. Friday night there was a big party. Craig and Lisa went together, their relationship seemingly cemented by their lovemaking earlier in the week. Craig had no illusions that having done what they did that night they were on their way to doing the dirty deed, but he was more than happy to indulge their mutual affection and whatever passion was available. Brad suggested they double date, but Craig wasn't interested in watching his friend fuck Marla in the front seat while he and Lisa made out in the back. He also knew Lisa would be much less interested in making out if they were with another couple. He understood her hesitance about having her sex life become topic of conversation among their school mates. He noticed that Brad and Marla were already here, or at least Brad's car was here. He and Lisa walked through the maze of people in the living room arm in arm. The place was jumping, suggesting the beer and booze were already flowing. They headed to the rear of the house, then out the sliding doors onto the patio where a keg was set up. Craig saw Brad leaning against a tree deeply engrossed in a conversation with Marla, whose wonderfully curvaceous body was pressed against his friend's lean form. "Want a beer?" "No." Lisa wasn't much interested in drinking. He grabbed a full glass from the table next to where one of his classmates was pouring. They moved away from the action, sauntering toward Brad and Marla. Craig guessed that Lisa didn't know the new girl yet and likely wouldn't be interested in a friendship with someone who so obviously threw herself at guys. As they approached Brad turned his head, a smile crossing his face. "There's the happy couple." Craig glanced over at Marla, his first close look at the very sexy teen. Her nipples poked through the tailored blouse she wore, suggesting she wasn't wearing a brassiere. She noticed his gaze and smiled. "This is Marla. And this is Craig and Lisa." "Hi." "Hi." The girls exchanged measured looks as they greeted one another. Craig had the feeling this conversation was going to be short. He was right. After a few minutes of meaningless chatter, Marla and Brad drifted over to the keg. Craig followed Lisa back into the house and soon joined other couples throwing their bodies around to the pulsing beat of hard rock music.. Watching Lisa undulate before him, arms thrown freely above her body, hips thrusting, breasts shuddering within her tight tee shirt was having its effect on him. It had been a couple of days since they'd made out and his juices were flowing. He wanted to be alone, to run his fingers over her lush curves. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Brad and Marla dancing. The girl rubbed her body against Brad as they swayed close to one another, her hands on his waist, then his chest as her hips rode against his bent leg. Then her fingers were sliding down his belly, quickly forming over the bulge of his best friend's genitals before swinging out again, body turning, breasts thrust forward. He forced his eyes back to Lisa, focusing his mind on what they were doing rather than on his friend's tempting playmate. This was where his pleasure lay, not in some fantasy about this sexy stranger. Lisa hooked up with Jessica, leaving Craig at loose ends for a bit. He sauntered into the backyard, moving past the swimming pool toward the expanse of lawn and trees. The moon was full, casting a grayish glow over everything. He glanced back at the milling crowd around the keg, people laughing as they drank. He turned away from the crowd, eyes unfocused as they swung past the trees and shrubs around the perimeter of the lawn. His eyes quickly noted the flash of white behind a large tree and for the first time was aware of the sound of muffled voices. He knew he should head back to the patio, but something told him Brad was back there. He hadn't seen either Brad or Marla for some time. He walked in the direction of the sounds, aware that his breathing had become ragged. His experience watching Mrs. Wilkins undress came to mind as he felt his arousal growing. He stepped behind the tree, leaning to one side to peer past it into the small grass glen created by surrounding shrubs. He wasn't disappointed. Marla straddled Brad, her skirt pulled high enough that her bare bottom was visible in the dim light. The round cheeks rose and fell above Brad's ample cock, which was obviously plumbing the girl's depths. His friend's jeans were bunched around his ankles. Craig's cock surged to rigid attention within his jeans. He leaned around the tree to catch the lover's from another angle and was quickly rewarded by a view of Marla's breasts in Brad's busy fingers. The girl was really stacked! He thought for a moment about pulling his cock out so he could beat off, then thought better of the idea. The last thing he wanted was to be discovered with his bare organ in his fist by one of his classmates. He watched wide-eyed as the lovers threw themselves at one another. Suddenly Brad was rolling to one side and in a move that suggested well planned choreography, they both turned until his friend lay nestled between Marla's widespread thighs, his body instantly finding the rhythm of fucking. It was only when Craig's eyes lifted to check the lover's faces that he saw Marla's eyes peering up at him. Her lips were formed around the moan rising from her throat, tongue darting out to moisten them. A hint of a smile crossed her mouth as though she welcomed his watching. Craig stared at the deep set eyes, feeling for a moment as though he were betraying his friend in sharing this sexy moment with the girl he was fucking. Something told him she'd be delighted if Craig joined them. The thought was more than a little intriguing. Then he heard his name being called in the distance. He knew Lisa was looking for him and he certainly didn't want to be found in this compromising situation. Reluctantly he stepped away, noting that Marla's eyes closed in her rapture as he turned to leave. There's No Place Like Home It turned out that Lisa had begun her period earlier in the party and was not feeling up to fooling around. He drove her home, having to satisfy himself with a long, lingering kiss in front of her house as his fingers gently caressed his girl friend's firm breasts. He headed home with the intention of beating off, his mind slipping back to the scene in the garden and images of Marla staring at him while Brad fucked her. Suddenly the thought crossed his mind that he could head back to the party and check out the action. He struggled with the idea, knowing Lisa would be pissed if she discovered he was fooling around with another girl, especially after all they'd shared that week. Then he told himself he didn't have to go home early just because Lisa was feeling under the weather. He also wasn't going with the intention of getting it on with someone else. His car pulled up near the party as his reverie came to an end. Glancing around he noted that Brad's car was still there and felt a surge of excitement he couldn't deny. He was hunting Marla! Brad was outside by the keg having a drink but Marla was nowhere to be seen. Craig sauntered up, playing cool as he grabbed a brew and stepped next to his friend. "There you are you sly dog." They moved away from the cluster of teens as Craig digested his friend's comment. "What're you talking about?" He peered over the top of his glass. "Marla told me you were watching us." Brad smiled, no doubt relishing his reputation as a stud and pleased his friend had caught him in the act. Craig felt his face flush and stammered. "Ah, ah." Brad chuckled. "No big deal man." He took a deep swallow of beer before continuing. "She's one hot number" He sipped again, eyes wide as they gazed toward him. "She told me she thought you were cute. You better watch out or she'll jump your bones too." A broad grin crossed his face and Craig got the feeling his friend would care less if Marla fucked him. "And, how'd you feel about that?" Craig's heart was pounding in his chest as he spoke the words, doing his best to stay cool. "No problemo. In fact, I might like to watch." At just that moment Marla walked out of the crowd behind them to stepped to Brad's side, slipping her arm around her lover as she turned to face Craig. Again he felt his face flush as their eyes met. She lips lifted into a rather sultry smile and suddenly winked at him. "So where's your honey." Brad continued as though nothing had happened. "She wasn't feeling well, so I took her home." "We're planning on grabbing a bite to eat. You're welcome to join us, right babe?" He glanced over at Marla, then back toward Craig. "Sure." "We can take my car and drop you off back here later." Craig's manhood was stirring in his jeans as the possibilities inherent in the situation bubbled through his already heated mind. He glanced over at Marla who was smiling broadly. He noticed the top three buttons of her blouse were open and a hint of cleavage was visible between the prominent breasts he'd seen naked within the last half hour. This girl was hot and it appeared she was already teasing him. Brad drove a big, old Mercury with a bench seat in front wide enough so they could sit together. Of course, this brought Craig close to this hot teen whose warm thigh pressed against his. He glanced over at the girl, eyes wandering down to her lush breasts and bare thighs he'd seen spread for his friend. Her skirt covered little more than her underpants. His cock was definitely growing. "How about the drive-in?" They were heading in that direction. To be honest Craig was so preoccupied with the sultry teen whose body seemed to be leaning against him that eating was the last of his concerns. Then he realized going to a drive-in would keep them in the car, keep her body close to his. He agreed and so did Marla. All Marla ordered was a shake. Craig did the same, adding an order of fries. Brad on the other hand ordered a feast, cheeseburger, fries, shake and apple tart. Once they got their order they swung into the back of the drive-in, parking in the corner away from the other cars. Craig turned slightly on the seat, his leg nudging Marla's thigh. He swung his arm onto the back of the seat, sucking on the straw as he peered over at this friends. Marla was drinking her shake and Brad dove into his burger like a man deprived of food for a long while. Craig mused about how sex can stir hunger, at least he was famished after making out with Lisa the other night. The thought of Lisa made him pause, but then his eyes fell once again on Marla's breasts filling the front of her tailored blouse and his excitement rekindled. At just that moment he felt fingers on his thigh. Glancing down he saw Marla's long fingers lightly resting on the top of his leg, a move that would seem most natural if they were boy friend and girl friend. The fact he'd just watched this girl fuck his best friend brought a totally different meaning to it, especially after Brad's comments at the party. Craig lifted his eyes and found Marla gazing at him, her straw between pursed lips. His eyes widened as the girl's tongue slid out to lick the straw which eased between her lips as her head moved lower. The meaning of the move could not be clearer and Craig's cock instantly surged within his jeans. "Let's get in the back." Her words were whispered but there was no doubt Brad heard them as well. Marla's fingers were sliding up his thigh and Craig had little doubt where they were heading. "Go for it bro." Brad's words were muffled by the food he was chewing. Craig leaned forward to catch his friend's eye and then turned to meet Marla's gaze. She winked, her tongue still playing across her full lips. Craig reached for the door and pushed it open, stepping to the side as Marla eased across the seat. Her skirt slid higher and as her legs swung toward him he saw the white of her panties. She brushed against him, no doubt feeling the prominent bulge of his manhood filling the front of his jeans before she stepped into the rear of the car and turned to settle on the broad backseat. Craig ducked into the space, pulling the door closed behind him but leaving the front passenger's seat tilted forward. The instant he settled back against the seat cushion he felt fingers grasp his organ through the faded denim. Without thinking he turned to accept the girl's lips in a kiss that instantly deepened. Whatever inhibitions he might have had about betraying Lisa, the feel of this girl in his arms, her tongue sliding deep within his mouth, her fingers gripping his erection pushed them all away. Their kiss broke and he leaned down to put his shake on the floor. Marla did the same, turning at last so they could resume their kiss. Craig's fingers quickly spread over Marla's breast, marveling at the firmness of the mound. At the same time he felt Marla's fingers undoing his zipper. There seemed to be an urgency about what they were doing, his fingers now working to release buttons running down the front of her blouse. She'd already released the brass button on his jeans and was eagerly finding access to his throbbing organ. A moment later the stiff member emerged from the top of his shorts and into the grasping fingers of this uninhibited teen. Craig peered down at the fingers rising and falling on his cock, then over at the breasts pouring out of the low cut brassiere Marla was wearing. Before he could reach for them once again Marla was leaning down, her lovely face in profile as pouting lips approached the swollen crown atop his thick cock. He'd seen photos of this kiss, had beaten off with images of girl's kissing him like this, but this was the first! He groaned as soft lips touched him, tongue slithering out to lick his most sensitive flesh. Then his cock slid past parting lips, disappearing into the wet warmth of Marla's sucking mouth. He fell back, hips lifting involuntarily off the bench seat. He raised his eyes finally and met Brad's gaze. A broad smile spread across his friend's face, eyes holding Craig's for a moment, then lowering to watch Marla's mouth as it rose and fell atop Craig's swollen member. "Suck him baby, suck him!" The words were whispered with an intensity that surprised Craig, but then he was aware of his own excitement, of his longing for release. The girl's fingers clutched the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking in counterpoint to her lips and tongue. God, it was better than he'd dreamed! His hips shuddered beneath her bobbing face. He knew he was close to cumming. He longed to explode in her mouth! But then her lips lifted, revealing his saliva smeared member clutched in her fist. He seemed bigger than he'd ever been before, ready to burst like ripe fruit. Marla released him, using both hands to reach under her skirt and pull off her panties. "She's going to fuck you bro. Pull up your skirt, baby, I want to watch that big dick slide into your wet pussy!" Somehow Brad's eyes on his cock added to Craig's excitement. How bizarre! Then Marla turned, swinging her leg across his thighs and turning to kneel above him. He gazed up at her face, meeting smoldering eyes before accepting soft lips that had been wrapped around his cock only moments before. Her tongue slithered between his lips, but his attention was focused on her fingers guiding his rampant erection toward the first pussy he would ever fuck. His hands lifted, fingers spreading over both of the teen's breasts, once again marveling at how well endowed she was. Their kiss broke and Craig peered down between their bodies to where the girl's long, slender thighs framed his erection. Soft lips not unlike Marla's mouth spread over the crown of his organ and he felt himself penetrate the girl. Inch by inch his cock disappeared into the softest glove imaginable, a girl's pussy! His hips lifted. Marla's fingers gripped his arms as her knees flexed, her pussy riding down his thick member. Craig felt his body on fire with excitement! Marla's crotch settled on his lap, her hips swinging forward, then back as though she intended to break his cock off. But the movements were incredible! Then she lifted her body, once again exposing his cock. Craig stared in amazement as his organ appeared, then disappeared into the body that slammed down against him. Quickly the girl found the fucking rhythm, hurling herself down atop his ramrod cock, then lifting her body into the air. Her face was contorted with excitement as she gazed down at him. Then she collapsed against him, mouth colliding with his, tongue searching within his mouth as she groaned out her release, hips twisting forward and back. Craig exploded within her pulsing pussy at that moment, his own groan lost within this voracious girl's mouth. At last his body unwound, collapsing against the soft cushions, the girl's lush curves pressing against him as they both gasped for air. His cock withered, slipping at last from Marla's wet pussy. She awkwardly moved to the side, her body collapsing into the corner of the seat. Her blouse was open, her skirt twisted around her waist, her crotch naked to his eyes. Then Craig lifted his eyes to meet Brad's gaze. His friend had turned completely, and was peering over the back of his seat, eyes wide. "You got some weapon there my friend." Brad's eyes fixed themselves on Craig's naked cock still heavy with excitement. Brad smiled, then shifted his eyes to peer down at his lover. "Now aren't you glad good buddy that you came back to the party?" Craig smiled weakly, his body completely drained from Marla's uninhibited loving. He nodded his head and closed his eyes. Craig slept late the next morning, a dreamless sleep. It was only after he awoke that the import of what had happened the night before struck him. He'd fucked his best friend's girl, with his permission of course, but still. And he'd betrayed his own girl friend. How was he going to face Lisa? Then his mind spun back to the scene in the back of Brad's car, to Marla's open blouse and well filled brassiere, to her thighs straddling his body as his cock penetrated her more than willing pussy. He reached down to stroke his stiff organ. Somehow, he feared, he wasn't done with Marla, despite the risk to his relationship with Lisa. He heard the door open and close. The hot spray cascaded down his body as he lathered himself. He turned away from the glass door of the shower enclosure as he called over his shoulder. "Mom?" "Yeah, I'm sorry. I needed something in the cabinet." He glanced over his shoulder and, peering through the foggy glass observed his mother standing by the sink in her undergarments. The medicine cabinet was open, his mother's fingers moving over bottles he'd pretty much ignored. She stood in profile. her midriff bare, her remarkably full breasts filling the nylon brassiere cups, the round curve of her bottom contained by high cut bikini panties. Craig felt his penis lift from his loins as his eyes swept down, then up her body. She glanced in his direction at that moment, her eyes meeting his. Then her eyes lowered and he felt her gaze move down his naked body. He was suddenly aware of his stiffening cock rising into the jet of water in front of him, wondering whether she could see his arousal from this angle. Then her eyes moved away and she turned to leave. His eyes glanced down to take in the round curve of her bottom and her long, slender thighs. And she was gone as mysteriously as she'd arrived. He turned back to his washing, marveling at this turn of events. Lisa called later in the afternoon and they made small talk. She was obliged to join her parents that evening in a visit with relatives living about an hour away. They'd spend the night, probably returning late on Sunday. She promised to call when she got back. He hung up the phone feeling a sense of relief that he wouldn't have to face her that day. He needed time to calm down after his adventure of the night before. Craig headed for the pool when the day heated up, swimming a couple of laps before retiring to the chaise lounge and soaking up some rays. He had no plans for work that summer, though he'd promised his mother that once school was over he'd begin taking care of Mrs. Wilkin's lawn. He'd cut her grass since he was ten years old. He probably would have begged off this year if it weren't for his discovery of the break in the hedge that gave him his frequent peeks at the middle aged woman's dramatic body. If past experience was any guide, he could expect to see Mrs. Wilkins lounging around her pool while he worked wearing the most provocative swim wear. He wondered whether she was teasing him with her attire. At just that moment his mother appeared, sauntering toward him with a towel over her shoulder. She wore a short terry cloth robe which surely covered her swimsuit. "I think summer's here at last." She stepped to the chaise lounge next to his, placing the towel over the back, then beginning to undo the knotted belt of her robe. Craig turned his head in her direction, eyes automatically falling the vee between the panels of white cotton as it slowly widened. After their brief encounter in the bathroom earlier in the day Craig had felt himself quite agitated, his mind not able to shake the idea that she was trying to provoke him. Now he saw the cleavage between her breasts, the curving upper slopes of both mounds. Her glorious breasts were cradled in a new swimsuit that was more daring than anything he'd seen her wear before. As she shrugged the robe off her arms those magnificent breasts lifted, threatening to burst free of the diminutive cups that held little more than the bottom half of each mound. Craig felt the surge of sensations in his loins, vividly aware of how skimpy his own trunks were and the likelihood that any response would be clearly evident through the nylon still wet from his swim. The smile on her face could, of course, be interpreted many ways, but somehow he concluded she was enjoying his rapt attention. She was putting on her swim cap now, arms lifting, once again highlighting the fullness of her breasts. Craig's body was beyond his control, his organ swelling inexorably within his trunks. Finally he averted his eyes, focusing on the tree behind the house, then the diving board at the end of the pool. At just that moment his mother was stepping on the board, gingerly walking to the end before bouncing slightly. She glanced over her shoulder and peered down at him as though checking to make certain he was watching her. Her gazed up at his gorgeous mother, breasts in profile, round bottom covered by the tiniest nylon triangle. And then she dove, a clean splash as she broke the surface. He reached down to adjust the bulge in the front of his trunks. Surely she'd seen his arousal, had understood how turned on he was looking at her. She swam briskly, one lap, then a second before emerging from the pool, water cascading down her luscious curves. Then she was standing on the other side of the chaise lounge again, facing him as she briskly rubbed the towel over her almost naked body. Craig couldn't stop himself from watching. Her hands cupping her breasts as she rubbed the underside of each mound, deepened the cleavage. Then she was rubbing between her thighs, one leg lifted onto the edge of the chaise lounge. A moment later she settled on the dark green cushion, stretching out, then turning to face him. Her eyes quickly focused on his loins and he knew she was looking at his manhood. His own eyes swept down the length of her body. The nylon of her diminutive suit was made almost transparent by the water and he could make out the circle of her nipples in the front of each tiny cup of the bikini's top. The whole scene was so strange, mother and son eying one another's bodies as they lay beneath the hot June sun. No one could see them in their sheltered back yard. He knew his father was playing golf, as he always did on Saturdays during the summer, so they were alone as well. Of course, none of this would be happening at all if it weren't for his sudden discovery of both his mother's sexual adventures next door and his burgeoning sexual adventures with both Lisa and Marla. His juices were flowing and his mother seemed more than a little interested in his development. Craig closed his eyes, images of his mother's gorgeous body sliding before his minds eye merging with images of Marla's bare breasts cradled in his hands at the seductive teen rode her willing body atop his stiff cock. He felt himself throbbing in his trunks and knew his mother could see clearly his excitement. What did she make of all this, he wondered? The back door banged and his reverie was broken. Craig instantly turned on the lounge, his rigid member now pressing into the cushion where no one would discover his arousal. Then he heard his father's voice. Obviously he'd lost track of time. He and his mother could have gotten into big trouble if they'd acted on the impulses that no doubt were surging through his mother as they had been through him. He listened to his parents voices as they retreated from the edge of the pool and entered the house. Craig wondered whether they'd go inside and make love, his mother relieving her excitement with her husband rather than her son. The question was what he would do now with his sexual energy. Craig took another quick shower to rinse chlorine off his body before dressing for the evening. There'd been a message on his machine from Brad when he returned to the house after lounging by the pool. His parent's bedroom door was closed and the familiar sounds suggested he'd been right earlier. With his new found experience in such matters, it wasn't difficult to imagine his mother and father going after one another on their king sized bed. He needed to get out of the house, so was glad for Brad's suggestion that they get together. On impulse Craig eased the faded denim jeans on, foregoing undershorts. He stood in front of the mirror adjusting the bulge in the front of his jeans, already stirred by the prospect of spending the evening with Brad and perhaps Marla. With Brad's parents at the family's summer cabin for the weekend, the possibilities were intriguing.