Chapter Fifty-Two

“Wake up, sleepyheads,” I heard Mom’s voice as she shook me. I was draped over Peter’s naked body at the time, with my head on his shoulder. He was all warm and snuggly. I could’ve stayed that way a few hours longer.

Peter opened his eyes and lifted his head enough to look at me. He didn’t seem to mind having a naked girl all over him.

“Time to get up, you two,” Mom told us.

“It’s too early, Mom!”

“Mel, we need to get on the road soon. Your grandparents are expecting us.”

My grandparents were almost perfect in my eyes. Their one flaw was they liked to get up ‘with the chickens’. Well, I wasn’t a fucking chicken. And Peter had a morning boner I wasn’t going to let go to waste. ‘Waste not, want not’ some brilliant fucker once said, at least according to my grandma. And I definitely wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away, not after he discovered it wasn’t a big deal doing it with Mom just after she started her period.

“Can you give us a few minutes, Mom?” I smiled at her pleadingly.

She glanced down at the tented sheet and smiled. “Just a few minutes,” she said and left the room ... leaving the door open, of course.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed tissues off my dresser. I went back to the bed and stood there, smiling sweetly. Peter understood immediately what I wanted.

“Please, Peter? It’s gonna be late tomorrow before we probably get another chance.”

“You look so sexy when you wake up in the mornings.”

I sat down beside him. “I look like shit in the mornings, but thanks for lying.”

“I’m not lying, Mel.”

“My hair is like a rat’s nest,” I said, brushing my fingers through what was hanging beside my face and down my shoulder.

“Well, I think you look sexy like that.”

I brightly smiled at him, leaning to kiss his lips.

“You’re too sweet to me, Peter Rayner. If anyone looks sexy, it’s you lying there naked,” I said, pulling the sheet down to his feet, “with a hard cock pointed at the ceiling.”

I reached for his hard shaft and softly held it.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind waking up every morning with you looking just like you do now.”

I moved onto the bed and straddled his hips. I reached between my legs and pulled on the string, placing it in the tissues and setting it aside. I then lowered myself until I felt him against my opening. He lifted his hips at the same time I pressed downwards. His cock filled me completely.

“Jesus,” I softly moaned. I rode him for a short time before he rolled us both over. My head was hanging off the side of the bed as he slammed hard into me. I couldn’t even see his face, but I heard his grunts as he fucked me with long and deep thrusts.

He kept it up for a few minutes before he came, grunting loudly as his thrusts became short and determined. His cock jerked inside me with each spurt. I didn’t come, but I was definitely contented. My man was completely satisfied. I had drained him dry. He had nothing left to give at that moment. Sometimes that’s all a girl needs to feel satisfied herself.

We got up and showered together. The hot water ran out on us much quicker than either of us wanted. I stood there and brushed my hair as Peter held the blow-dryer. We worked pretty well as a team. He kept playing with my naked butt cheeks with his free hand, too.

I was so gonna miss him.

Back in my bedroom we found that Mom had brought up Peter’s clothes he had taken off downstairs the previous night, and put them next to a shopping bag.

“Mom’s been shopping,” I stated, holding up a flimsy white bra and panty set, both sheer and completely transparent. I put them on and Peter couldn’t take his eyes off me.

“Wow, Mel, you look so damn sexy in those.”

“So you like them, huh?” I posed kittenishly for him. I loved being a teasing flirt for him. We both knew I wasn’t just a tease though.

“Gawd yeah,” Peter grinned, “I could count your pussy hairs through those panties.”

“Peter!” I coyly protested, blushing. Not so much at his mentioning my pussy hair, but at how few there were to actually count! With my luck, I would likely end up with a fucking jungle down there. Mom had a nice bush, and she didn’t have to use hedge clippers to keep it neat. So, I hoped genetics would be working in my favor.

His cock started to swell again. I couldn’t help but smile at the pervert.

“You better get dressed, too, Peter Rayner, or otherwise I won’t make it to my grandparents today.” I sighed. I so wished he could go with me. I thought of Daddy fucking Sarah at her grandparents. It would’ve been fun having Peter at mine to play with. I thought about the treehouse out in the woods on my grandparents’ property.

There were so many places we could’ve gone off to fool around! That is if my grandpa didn’t decide to make sure we were never left alone. Wouldn’t want my virtue sullied in any way! Old folks can be so freakin’ old fashioned about shit like that. Gawd, if my grandparents only knew what I had been up to the past few months! I doubt I would be his little Susie Q Hostess snack cake anymore if he knew men and boys were adding their own cream fillings into me. I hoped he would always think of me the way he did, even if it wasn’t reality.

I started to take them off when Mom popped her head in the door.

“Why are you taking them off?” she asked.

“Do you want me to wear them to Long Cane?” I curiously asked.

“Sure. You’re not just a little girl anymore.”

“Not ‘just a little girl’?” I strongly objected to the reference, giving her the evil eye.

She just grinned at me and left. She was having fun at my expense again. At least I was in on it for a change.

Peter had finished dressing as I put on a relatively conservative top and shorts. I put on some comfortable shoes to wear around my grandparents’ property.

We walked downstairs, hand in hand. Mom and Daddy were already sitting at the table. We ate cereal and some fruit since Mom wanted to hit the road soon. Peter kept looking at me and I smiled back at him. I thought Daddy looked at me from time to time too, but I couldn’t tell if he did that because of what all had happened the night before.

******

After eating, Peter and I went back to my room to get my overnight bag. I threw in a few changes of clothes, including a couple of tops and shorts. I made sure to include something nice to wear if we happened to go out to eat in the evening.

“Are you seriously gonna wear that underwear,” he quietly asked. What the fuck?

“What’s the problem?”

“I just thought you would save them to wear for me.”

“Is there something wrong with wearing them for myself?”

He softly sighed, looking like he was afraid to say something.

“Do you think I’m gonna show them off to someone?”

“No ... it’s just ...”

He stared at me and sighed. I pushed him down on the bed and lay on top of him.

“I’ll change if you want me to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It bothers you though, right?”

He nodded slightly.

“You think I’m gonna flirt with other boys?”

“They’ll be flirting with you.”

“I’ll just be at my grandparents. No boys are gonna see me in just my bra and panties”

He sighed again.

“It’s not like I’m gonna be fucking anyone,” I further asserted. “Not even any grownups.”

I had never seen Peter quite like this. He never seemed to really mind the idea of me fucking grown men.

“It’s just ... you’ll be there ... and ...”

“You’re stuck here, right? You won’t know what all I’m doing. Is that it?”

He scrunched his lips. He was freaking out over not being with me and what I might do. He seemed so vulnerable all of a sudden.

“Look, I don’t know anyone in Long Cane well enough to just go off and have sex with them. Plus, my grandpa will be around. He’d shoot anyone he thought might try to even touch me, much less fuck me.”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

“It’s just one night, okay? You’ll live. Let’s say I even did fuck a grownup, it’s not like I would be breaking our ground rules.”

“I know,” he relented. “I like thinking of you as just mine though.”

“I am just yours, Peter. Remember, I have to go the whole time without you, too.”

“I know. If you get the chance to have some fun, go ahead.”

I started to get pissed off at his giving me permission to do something we already had agreed I could do. But I didn’t want to get into a fight with him right then. Plus, he knew as well as I that absolutely nothing was gonna happen between me and anyone while I was in Long Cane. Well, maybe with Mom, but I couldn’t even see that happening in my grandparents’ house.

“You do the same,” I stated, ‘giving’ him the same ‘permission’. I even smirked a little. We obviously still had some relationship issues to deal with. I wasn’t worried about it though. I liked that he was fretting just a little about what I might do. It showed that he really did care.

“Peter, I’ll be at my grandparents’ house. Trust me. I won’t be involved in any orgies. I’ll have to be a good girl. Mom is just trying to wind me up or something by getting me to wear sexy undies. I promise I will be good. Really. I’ll even try to call you tonight if I have a chance. Okay?”

He nodded and also looked closely at me, sliding his hands along my bare arms. It was like he was burning an image of me in his mind. The way he was checking me out was seriously turning me on.

******

“Let’s go, sweetie. We’ll take you home on our way, Peter,” Mom said.

Daddy shook hands with Peter and said he hoped Peter had had a good time last night. Peter blushed a little and just nodded which made Daddy smile.

Mom and I kissed Daddy who wished us a safe trip and a good time at my grandparents.

During the short distance to Peter’s house, we talked about missing each other while I was gone.

“I’ll try to call you from my grandparents. Maybe we could even have phone sex,” I smiled.

“Won’t that be hard to do?”

“Probably, but I like the thought of actually doing it.” I leaned close to him. “I’ll try to just be wearing the new undies when I do call.”

Mom added from the front seat, “I’ll help you set something up for tonight.”

I giggled at the thought of my own mother helping me to have phone sex at my grandparents’ house. I wondered if she knew that I had been in the kitchen when she and Maggie had had phone sex. Peter had even fucked me while I had licked Maggie’s pussy. Would Mom lick my pussy tonight if I did phone sex with Peter?

I then teased him, “Have you ever had phone sex with Mom?”

“Yeah,” he softly replied, surprising me. “That’s why I tried to pull you out of our kitchen the night my mom was doing it with yours.”

“After I had licked your Mom’s pussy?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I was afraid your mom would say something to my mom about it. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I mean, we weren’t even a couple yet.”

I wanted to ask him about when he had done it with Mom, but we pulled up at his house just then. Peter’s mom came out at the same time. I sat with Peter as Mom got out and met her in the yard.

“You’ll tell me about it later?” I asked him.

“You know I will.”

I moved to straddle his lap, kissing him long and hard. “I’m gonna miss you, Peter,” I said with my face just inches from his, touching his nose with mine. His hands on my bare thighs felt warm and sexy, especially when his hands reached the tops. I don’t think I had ever felt so sexy before that moment. I was driving my boyfriend wild with the view he had of me.

“I wish I could go with you.”

“We’ll make up for lost time tomorrow night ... and I’ll likely be off of my period then as well.”

He kissed me hard again. “It won’t matter if you’re still on your period or not.”

I leaned back, sitting on his legs, and brushed my fingers through his hair as I stared at him. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Peter looked down at my legs. I moved off his lap and slid my shorts off, leaving my panties on. I then straddled him again, giving him the perfect view of my skimpy panties. He touched them above my slit, sorta tracing along my pussy hairs, at least the few I had. He seemed mesmerized by what he was staring at. It made me feel incredibly sexy, as well as horny.

I looked out the car window and saw Mom talking with Maggie. They were walking toward the car, watching us as they did. I just sat in his lap, waiting from Mom to make us separate so we could leave.

Mom opened the backdoor.

“Did you forget something this morning, my dear girl?” Maggie asked, grinning as she stared at my half-naked self.

“Hi, Maggie,” I replied, grinning blushing as I bit my bottom lip.

“Hi, back at ya,” she replied. “I see you’re gonna leave my son with a hard-on this morning.”

“We do need to get on the road, baby girl,” Mom stated. “And you need to put your shorts on before someone sees you.”

I grimaced and moved off his lap. I quickly slid my shorts on and got out of the car. We stood outside for a moment and kissed goodbye before I got in the front seat. And he definitely had a hard-on. I was sure his mom would take care of that though. She was gonna owe me one.

Moments later, we were driving away, on our way to my grandparents’ house in Long Cane.

******

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Grandma and Grandpa,” I said.

“You’ve been kinda busy this summer. They have missed you, too, baby girl.”

“I’m glad we’re going. Is Daddy going somewhere, too?”

“No, he has no plans to go anywhere this weekend.”

“Well, then Jamie and Daddy can wear Sarah out.”

“Sarah is on her period as you should be aware of. She may not feel up to having sex with two guys.”

I thought of the way I had cramped up on the first day of my period.

“You also know that Jamie and Sarah have some issues. And your father is certainly sensitive enough to know that this isn’t the best time to be together with Sarah with Jamie around.”

“I didn’t think about all that.”

“Besides, your father will be catching up on some things around the house and some paperwork. He’s had a week with little sleep, as you should be well aware of. So he’ll be catching up on that, too. No educational demonstrations for him this weekend.”

Mom chuckled as she glanced at me. But then she turned serious. “He wants to spend some time with Jamie, too. He wants to have some father-son talks with him.”

“About Sarah?”

“More about relationships in general.”

I looked at her questioningly.

“Jamie would like to have his cake and eat it too, so to speak. He wants to be a couple with Sarah and then also have sex with other girls.”

“Like Penny?”

“Like Penny. Sarah isn’t against it in principle, but she wants him to make some commitment to her that others can see. So others will know that they are a couple.”

“He’s taken her out and stuff.”

“True. But she doesn’t think that’s enough. Do you know why he broke up with Brenda Hall?”

I shook my head. He had mentioned something like she wasn’t worth the shit he had to put up with.”

“Well, she wanted the same only more so. She wanted him to be exclusive with her. Jamie wasn’t ready to go that far.”

“And he is with Sarah?”

“Yes and no, that’s his problem. Sarah hasn’t asked him to make that kind of a commitment. She is okay with him having sex with some others, but she wants him to make everybody see that they are a couple.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well, he wants her to be exclusive for him, except he could probably live with his father, you, and me having sex with her. Yet he wants to also have sex with not just adults like Colleen, but other girls like Penny or Kari for example.”

“Sarah basically told me the same thing. She’s felt for some time that Penny could be a threat to their relationship.” I paused. “Even though they’re both pretty serious about each other.”

“They are. And I think they have a good chance if they can work out their issues. However, Sarah also feels he shouldn’t ask her to be exclusive with him if he wants to have sex with others. Jamie needs to understand that a partnership doesn’t work that way. He also has to show his friends, and especially other high school girls, that he is serious about Sarah and that she really is his girl. She wants their relationship to be taken seriously by older kids.”

I nodded. I was also beginning to see that Peter being my age had some advantages, too. I wouldn’t have to be worried about what he was doing all day in a separate school. I really liked the idea of my best friend and my brother being a couple. Jamie and I didn’t need to hide what we were doing from her. I knew it was selfish in a big way, but I sincerely hoped that they could work out their issues.

******

There wasn’t too much traffic as Mom made her way out of the city and towards the interstate highway. It was still pretty early for a Saturday morning. I kept thinking about Peter and I missed him already. I leaned against the window and sighed.

Mom looked at me and smiled. She reached over with one hand and squeezed my leg affectionately. “You’ll see him tomorrow, sweetie,” she said.

I took a deep breath. “It was so much fun with him last night. And it was the first night we slept together in my bed.”

“So it turned out like you wanted?”

“Yeah, my butt isn’t even sore, and he fucked me pretty hard towards the end. He told me that he really liked it and wants to do it again.”

“You do have a sexy ass.”

“Are you gonna want to fuck my butt with a strap-on too?” I wryly smiled.

“That ... and other things.”

“You’re such a bad mommy,” I teased her.

“And you’re not a bad little girl?” she asked, feigning indignation.

“Yep, I’ll own up to it. And I hope to be a bad mommy one day too.”

She reached over and brushed my cheek with the back of her hand.

“Mom?”

“Yes, bad girl?”

“Do you always go through having an enema before doing anal?”

“No. Only if I’m sure there will be ass-to-mouth play, or when I’m just not feeling so clean.”

“It was fun doing everything we did. It was so easy taking him in my butt, just like it was with Bradley.”

“That’s the way it should be if you get yourself properly prepared.”

“Peter liked it. A lot. I think he liked me using the strap-on with him a little, too.”

“Don’t push him to do that, baby girl. Guys can be a little uptight about having that done to them. Peter is pretty open-minded, but just like other guys he’s a bit hung up right now about appearing less than masculine.”

“Yeah, I‘ve noticed that about my lover-man.”

Mom laughed, which got me laughing.

Mom then said, “Boys that age can be ruthless if they suspect a guy does some sexual things with other guys.”

“Just like Jennifer is afraid of being outed?”

“Very similar. You wouldn’t like it too much if it became known that you’re into girls too.”

I shivered. “Sheesh, Becky’d crucify me just for the fun of it. Plenty of other girls would too.”

“So can you now understand Peter’s reluctance?”

I nodded.

“Even the idea that a guy likes to have his butt played with can get him ridiculed big time.”

I knew what she meant.

We sat quietly for a few moments before Mom asked, “So would it be okay if I let Peter have my butt now?”

I thought about it for a few seconds. I was still somewhat uncertain about Peter and Mom, but I was pretty sure that Peter really loved me.

“Why not,” I stated rather reluctantly.

Mom picked up on it, too. “He’s your guy.”

“If I can’t trust him with you, who can I trust him with? We’ve agreed that sex with adults is fine.”

“Just know that you always have veto power.”

“What about the things I’ve done with Daddy?”

“I have veto powers for those.”

I thought for a moment about pushing her on the whole ‘no fucking Daddy’ thing, especially after how intimately we had been touching, but I decided not to push Mom into a corner right then.

Instead, I told her, “Maggie wants Peter porking her butt as well.”

Mom chuckled a little. “Well then with three ladies at his disposal, he should become a very experienced butt fucker in no time at all.”

“Three ladies?” I asked confused.

“Aren’t you a young lady?” Mom laughed. “And a very attractive and sexy one at that?”

I blushed.

Mom continued, “You still don’t seem to be really comfortable with your boyfriend being with me, sweetie.”

I thought about it for a moment. Peter had easy access to her and she was just so much more experienced than I was. That had to appeal to him. I didn’t like the idea of competing with my own mother when it came to sex with my boyfriend.

“I don’t want you to get mad at me, Mom, and I don’t mean that you are old by it, but with your experience I feel like such a little kid.”

Mom glanced over at me curiously.

I added, “I’ve been having sex with guys, I mean real sex, for just a few months. I saw some of the things that you can do to a guy. And on Sunday I even saw some of what Sarah’s learned from being with you and Daddy. I mean, I thought I was doing good jumping up and down on Kent’s cock. But then I saw how Sarah was just tilting her hips to really work Daddy’s cock with her pussy. She looked so much more elegant and sexy the way she moved on Daddy. I know Daddy noticed it too. I felt like such a rookie.”

Mom chuckled. “I didn’t hear Kent complaining, sweetie.”

She turned serious again. “I understand what you’re saying, but I’m no competition to you when it comes to Peter. Who do you think he prefers to be with when sex isn’t involved? Me or you?”

I stared at her. She answered for me, “You, of course. He’s been pining for you for so long.”

“Not when it comes to sex though,” I retorted, sorta pouty-like.

“Poor thing,” she sarcastically replied. “You have grown men practically dying to be with you, and you’re worried about me being more experienced.”

“What men?”

“Men who have seen your pictures and videos.”

“Bob, Bradley, and Kent?”

“And Brent ... among others.”

“Donkey Dick?”

She half-laughed. “Him, too.”

“Anyone else?”

“Sure.”

“Which men, Mom?!” I demanded to know.

She snickered a little at me.

“Mom!”

“You full well know that Colleen has been showing your videos and pictures to others.”

“But who?!”

“Our friends. Some of them you’ve met and been around.”

“Names, please,” I droned.

“Of those you’ve been around? You already know about a lot of them. We’ve just been talking about them. You should be able to figure out the rest of the names ... if you think about it.”

“Why are you teasing me like this?”

“Because I can,” she stuck her nose up.

“What about the ones I don’t know at all? People I probably have never even met before?”

“In good time, dear.”

“Like when I’m eighteen?” I sarcastically asked.

“Nowhere near that long,” she said, looking at me with a smile. “Some you could meet or see for the first time very soon. Like very, very soon.”

That smile was one I had never seen before. She had plans for me that she wanted to surprise me with. I smiled back at her and looked away. Her hand reached over and reassuringly patted my thigh.

“Don’t worry about Peter’s attraction to me. You’re the one he loves. You’re the one he’s fantasized about. I’m just a fun time for him. He’ll choose you every time over me.”

I glared at her.

She looked at me and smiled. “Stop selling yourself short, sweetie. I’ve told you before you’ve got a smokin’ hot body. And you’re already a lot of fun when it comes to sex. Believe me, there’re plenty of guys raving about the fun they’ve had with you. And more who can’t wait to get together with you. By the way, some women, too.

“Also, you’re doing Peter an injustice. He’s been after you for, oh, I don’t even know how long. He has wanted you and only you. If he had been dying to have more sex with me, he could’ve come over any time you were at cheer practice. But he didn’t. He isn’t after me; he’s after you. I won’t be surprised if you and Peter are together for a long, long time.”

I remembered Maggie saying something similar the prior day.

“So you think we’ll get married? Maggie seems to think the same.”

Mom glanced at me. “And so does Doris.”

“For real?” That blew me away.

“Are you surprised after the way you acted around her Wednesday afternoon?”

I sighed and slumped back in my seat. “We’ve only officially been a couple for about a week, Mom.”

“Life has a way of surprising you, baby girl. I wasn’t together with your father much longer and we both knew we were headed for the altar.”

“Do you think Peter and I will be together years from now?”

“Honestly?”

I nodded.

“I’m not so sure.”

“Why do you say that?”

“First loves rarely last, especially at your age. There is so much to experience that you’ll only get by dating other guys.”

“Are you saying we should date others?”

“Not at all. I’m just saying the odds are working against the two of you. But then, the odds don’t consider the type of relationship you have.”

“Fucking others?”

She nodded. “But that’s not really the point. The two of you have started to communicate pretty well. And that’s one of the top requirements for a relationship to work in the long run.”

“So we should keep doing that? And fuck others too?”

“I can’t say. That’s for you and Peter to decide. But there are a lot of people who hope you will.”

She smiled that smile again.

I looked ahead at the road for a few moments, and then asked, “Have you ever regretted marrying Daddy?”

“Never!” She emphatically stated. “He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I’m just as convinced of it today as I was during our ‘Madly-in-Love-Days’ in the beginning of our relationship.” She smiled big time.

She continued, “You gave Peter a chance, and look what happened. You thought he was just Pam’s dorky little brother, and now you’re deeply in love with him. You can have a lot of fun experimenting with sex together. Tell him what you like and ask him what he likes. Learn together. You’ll grow so much closer bonding like that.”

We were both quiet for a minute. Then Mom asked me, “Are you concerned about Peter having sex with Maggie, too?”

“I haven’t really thought about it. I mean she is family. He’ll always be around her. So he can probably do things with her any time he wants to. It’s not a biggie to me.”

I didn’t mind him being around his mom nearly as much as him being around mine.

“You know you can trust him with me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, and you know you can trust me with things too, right?”

“With most things, sure.”

“But not one thing.”

She glanced over at me warily. She knew I was referring to the secret between her and Colleen. I then piled it on her.

“I guess it really comes down to you wanting me to trust you so you can have sex with my first boyfriend. Yet you don’t trust me with this big secret between you and Colleen. And you don’t even trust me after all the other secrets I’ve learned about you, Daddy, Jamie, and all our friends. It just doesn’t make sense.”

My hands were clinched in fists.

“Mel, I know you’re frustrated,” she spoke softly. “I also know that we all can trust you with a lot of our secrets. But mine and Colleen’s secret is different. It involves things that happened a long time ago. Its best left in the past, between Colleen and me. Nothing good can come from everything being exposed now. And I don’t want you to think badly about those people that were involved in that secret, some you know and some you don’t.”

“But I’ve never thought badly about anyone involved in your other secrets. I don’t think anything bad about you now that I know about your past. I’ve never met Doris’ uncle, and even with what I do know about him, I think he’s probably an okay dude.”

“Trust me, baby girl, our secret is quite different from my former college careers. It really is.”

“Will you answer one question? Does it involve our grandparents? Mine and Sarah’s? Are they the ones that would be hurt if it got out?”

She glanced at me and then looked ahead again at the road. I was about to give up on her answering me when she said, “They would be hurt by it getting out, along with others as well.”

“Will I think badly of them? Is that why you don’t want to tell me?”

“I don’t know if you would or not. That’s the problem, at least part of it.”

“Will you ever tell me?”

“One day, when I feel the time is right.”

“Will Colleen ever tell Sarah?”

“I can’t imagine her ever telling Sarah. Colleen’s just not capable of it.”

I thought I understood what she meant. It was difficult enough for Colleen to just even do sex stuff around her daughter. Telling Sarah something that might be shocking about the past would be hard for Colleen to do.

I decided to just drop it at that point. Mom obviously wasn’t going to tell me until she was good and ready, and I didn’t expect that to be until I was much older. If I found out sooner, it was going to be by accident from my snooping.

******

We were both quiet for a minute. I knew if I talked anymore about the big secret, Mom would get really pissed. She might even turn around and make me stay home in my room. I wanted to see my grandparents, so it was just as well that Mom changed the subject.

“Well, you’re a cheerleader again. How does Peter feel about that?”

“We talked about it yesterday and he’s cool with it.”

“So he doesn’t mind not seeing you nearly as much as he originally thought he would this school year?”

“Well, he does mind, but he’s got some things to keep him busy, too.”

Mom surprisingly didn’t pry into it. I didn’t feel like offering any more about it right then either. I bet she already knew from Maggie he was learning to play the guitar. I doubted she knew all the details that I did though.

“That works out pretty well then,” she noted. “So, you’re not worried about any possible problems with him being around his friends and you tied up with cheerleading?”

Well, she obviously knew about his hanging out with Allen and his friends.

“I trust him.”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay, we agreed on some things.”

“Good girl,” she said. Mom was big on communication when it came to her and Daddy.

“So?” she nosily asked.

“He can flirt around and do some stuff, but he only makes out with me.” Mom nodded. I then quickly said, “Then there are the cheerleader parties he’ll be going to with me. So we’ve got it all worked out. He’s really ...”

“Whoa there, girlie.” Mom looked at me kinda funny. “Cheerleader parties? What kind of cheerleader parties are you talking about?”

“Trish Johnson told us when we were up in my room that the varsity cheerleaders have little parties sometimes with some of the jocks from the football or basketball teams. And she said that they are inviting some of the eighth-graders from the B-Team cheerleaders as well.”

“And?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Melissa, don’t play dumb with me. Those parties are sex parties, right?”

I blushed and looked down. “I guess so.” This was turning out more difficult than I had figured.

“Melissa, we’ve never talked fully about the risks associated with our rather active sex life. But there are some inherent risks that you should be aware of.”

“Like what?”

“Well, since you’re on the pill the risk of pregnancy should be minimal as long as you take your pills like you should.”

“I do, Mom, I don’t want to be a baby mama.”

“You also don’t want to take reckless risks with your health. The pill won’t stop you from other unpleasant surprises.”

I cut my eyes at her.

“You need to be smart about the people you’re playing with. If you’re going to take part in sex parties with your friends, you need to know how risky they are. Do they fuck around indiscriminately? Are they a high risk for catching something, or even having it already? That kind of thing is what you need to know ahead of time.”

“I’ll ask Amber and Mandy. I’ve never heard of anyone getting anything though.”

“’Not hearing’ isn’t ‘knowing’.”

“I know, Mom.”

I felt sure the older girls were being careful about the guys they included in their little parties. I was definitely going to ask about it though. I certainly didn’t want to put Peter or myself in a position of having our crotches rotting away.

“Mom, how do you know about the people you and Daddy have sex with? How do you know they’re safe?”

“First, nothing is ever completely safe. Even the best condoms break. You can take all the precautions you can think of, but all it takes is one accident or a person not being careful. The risks for catching something are always there. We do what we can to minimize it though. One way is through regular checkups.”

“Checking for STDs?”

“Exactly.”

“What does your doctor think about you getting tested so much? Isn’t that kind of embarrassing?”

Mom grinned. “He gets regularly tested as well, sweetie.”

“Oh,” I said, realizing the implications. I remembered my appointment back in July to get put on birth control.

I then asked, “Was my doctor ...?”

She nodded.

“Did he want to fuck me?” I incredulously asked.

“I’m sure he did,” she snickered. “Maybe someday you’ll let him?” she asked, giving me a wicked smile.

I blushed. The people my parents played with seemed to have all the bases covered. Why I didn’t think about my own doctor being involved was beyond me!

“Does he fuck girls my age?”

“All of our friends do.”

“Are we talking about a lot of men?”

“Well, I haven’t thought about counting them. I believe there are eleven men in our local group of friends. That’s including your father.”

“All of them have wives involved too?”

She just nodded.

“Stop teasing me, Mom!”

She chuckled. “Like I said, you know who they are ... if you think about it.”

“Wow,” I blurted out. “You’re really going to let me know?”

She nodded while grinning.

I then rattled off some names, using my fingers to keep count. “You and Daddy, the Clarks, Rayners, Walcotts, Thomases, Prestons, Taylors, Formons ... that’s eight.”

Mom remained quiet.

“Who are the other three?”

“Think about it,” she replied. I rolled my eyes and started thinking.

“My doctor! Duh!”

Mom chuckled. “And?”

“Umm ... wait! The church music minister ... the Thorntons?”

Mom nodded.

“And the youth minister ... the Davidsons?”

“Smart girl.”

“Um, yeah!” I agreed, nodding, overly satisfied with myself. Then I remembered how she phrased her answer.

“So, that is the ‘local’ group,” I stated.

She nodded without volunteering anything else.

“Who are the others?”

“We hook up with other groups of swingers from time to time from around the region. Not very often though.”

“Are they into kids as well?”

“Yes, not everyone, but at least some of the people are from all of the groups.”

“Wow.”

“Are you really that surprised?”

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it outside of the people I knew for sure about. I knew there were others, but didn’t think how big it could be.”

“A lot goes on behind closed doors that the majority of people never imagine, especially in this part of the country. It’s a very socially conservative area, at least on the surface. What goes on behind closed doors is a whole different world though.”

“That is so wild,” I droned.

“You’ll occasionally hear in the news about people getting caught having sex with underage kids. Those people tend to be very careless. They have no cover for what they do. They’re doomed to get caught.”

“And you guys have cover ... because you and Daddy are both in on it ... as well as your closest friends. You cover for each other.”

“And we don’t force any child into anything.”

“You seduce us.”

“Well, yes. We do. I know that sounds bad ...”

“Mom, I’m past all of that. I know my parents like to fuck kids. I know my best friends parents are the same way. I’m okay with that. Only demented perverts do what we do. I can live with that.”

“You don’t have to be so harsh on yourself,” Mom joked.

“Ha ha, Mom.”

“I want to be clear with you about this. We don’t force anyone – adults or kids – to do anything. Yes, we ‘seduce’ kids within our group to be open to sex with us. And we enjoy teaching them how to have sex. We start where sex-ed in school stops. But we back off when we know it’s not right for them.”

“Like Colleen did with me?”

“Exactly.”

“I’m cool with it all, Mom. I’m having a blast.”

“So are we,” Mom stated, blushing as she did.

I gazed out the window for a few minutes. I still wanted to talk to Mom about Coach Stanton.

“Mom, have you noticed how Mrs. Stanton stares at you sometimes?”

“No, I haven’t.” She curiously looked over at me. “Why are you asking?”

“Is she possibly one of your swinging friends, too?”

“No, she isn’t. The first time I met her was when you made the cheer squad last year.”

“She definitely finds something about you interesting.”

Mom shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t know what that could possibly be.”

“I overheard Anna, Trish and Kathy talking about Coach yesterday. They overheard her grumble about still being called ‘pumpkin’ by her father.”

“What’s so strange about that? Your father and I call you ‘baby girl’ all the time. It’s just an endearment. You’ve never complained about it.”

“Just don’t say it around my friends.”

“I’ll just call you wuss.”

I stuck my tongue out at her.

Mom then asked, “So, what do you think her staring at me is all about? Do you think she has a crush on me?”

“I don’t think it’s a crush,” I stated, and then added, “I’ve been reading your diary some, and there was this one couple you were with a lot, it seemed. You also sometimes babysat their kids, remember?”

“Yeah. So what?”

“Mom, remember the couple you told me about last Sunday? They had a daughter who was twelve at the time and her first name was ‘Lisa’, the same as Coach’s first name. The age fits, too. And you wrote that the father used to call her ‘pumpkin’.”

“Holy shit!” Mom blurted out. Her eyes went wide.

“Could she be the same person?” I directly asked.

“I know that their twelve-year-old daughter lost her biological father in an accident. Lisa told me her last name once while I was babysitting her, but I didn’t think it was anything I needed to remember. I know her mother, Laura, remarried and her second husband’s last name was ‘Mann’, Scott Mann. The one time Lisa mentioned her own last name she was telling me how it sometimes got confusing at school having a different last name than her parents, but I don’t remember what she said it was now. It could’ve been ‘Stanton’ or anything else.”

“What if Coach really is the Lisa from your diary?” I was concerned now that Mom was so uneasy. We both clearly understood the implications.

“I’m not sure. It would, of course, depend on what action she would try to take.”

“Would she know about you going off to California to do movies, too?”

“I doubt it. I don’t see how. I did that after I stopped hooking. I wasn’t around her during that time. None of the johns I was with would know about any of that. At worst she could think I was Tamera. But she has no way to be sure, much less a way to prove it.”

“There were no videos? Like the one of Doris getting pissed on?”

“There were no pictures or videos taken while I was with the Manns, and of course no receipts for what the OCS paid me in cash. I never wrote the Manns any notes or letters. The OCS warned us against leaving any kind of a trail that could connect us to our activities.”

“What if there was a hidden camera?”

“I seriously doubt it. After finding out about Doris having been filmed, Heather was really unhappy and promised to take care of it. All the clients knew they could get blacklisted if they did something to compromise the secrecy of the OCS. I think I would’ve noticed, too. Cameras were not very small back then, especially video cameras. Plus, videos or pictures of sex with a prostitute is a very dangerous thing to get caught with.”

“So Coach could raise a stink, but then that could backfire on her, too,” I noted. “Did you do anything with her?”

“No, just regular babysitting. But of course she has seen me with her parents on a few occasions. I think the real danger is that you may look more like me as you get older. I mean like me when I was in college. That could fuel her suspicions.”

“That sucks.”

“Please, Mel, be careful what you mention about me to her.”

“Oh, I won’t tell her what I know about Tamera.”

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t talk about my college days, or even where I went to college ... if it comes up.”

“Do you want me to lie to her?”

“Well, I think it would be sufficient if you played dumb like you didn’t know such things. And please let me know if Ms. Stanton starts to ask about me when I was younger. Or makes references to my college, like if I’m going to a college reunion or something.”

“Do you think she might have seen some of your movies when she was old enough to rent or buy them? Could she have recognized similarities between Tamera and Cara Cream?”

Mom shrugged. “Who knows except Lisa Stanton herself. But I look different enough today to make it difficult for someone to recognize me as Cara. My hair is completely different. I’m not a bottle blond anymore, my hair is shorter and styled quite differently. I had a lot of makeup on while acting. I just don’t think she would recognize me in a movie. Doris said you didn’t even recognize me without a whole lot of hinting. She saw me nude with her parents a few times, but it would’ve been years later before she would’ve likely even had a chance to see one of my movies.”

“I think she recognizes something about you though. Something has her attention. Maybe she hasn’t made the connection. Even if she has, she probably isn’t sure of anything. And even if she is, what could she do? And why would she? She definitely wants me on the cheer squad. All she could do is piss both of us off if she tried to make any accusations she can’t support. She has to know I would quit the team.”

“I think you’re right. She probably suspects I could be Tamera, but isn’t interested in doing anything about it. Besides, she would be outing her own parents to even substantiate any claim she made. Plus, she was there on the bed with us at times. She’s probably just curious if I’m really who she thinks I am.”

“Did she do anything with her parents?”

“Not that I know of. Not with me around anyways. She watched quite a bit one time, though. She lay against her father while he masturbated in front of her. He seemed to get a thrill out of it. He jerked off until he shot his cum on his stomach. She just watched the whole time. She didn’t even react when he blew his load.”

“He must’ve done that before around her.”

“That makes sense. The rest of the time she seemed more interested in what I was doing with her mom.”

“Well, her mom was having sex with a smokin’ hot college chica.”

Mom smiled, “Thanks, baby girl.”

“You’re still smokin’ hot.”

She reached over and squeezed my hand.

******

A few minutes later, Mom was pulling into the rest area we typically stop at along the interstate. It was the last public place with restrooms other than a store for the remainder of the trip, which was mostly on a rural road.

We stepped out of the SUV, and Mom went to get something out of the back. I waited for her on the sidewalk. As she walked back toward me, I paid close attention to a shopping bag she was carrying.

“I need to pee,” she said as soon as she reached me, and began walking to the building and into the ladies’ restroom.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked, but she didn’t reply.

Once inside, Mom sorta stood around until this one woman left. She then pulled me into a stall with her.

“Mom! What are you doing?!”

She reached into the bag and pulled out an outfit. It was a skirt which was definitely too short to wear to school, much less to wear to see my grandparents.

“Put this on,” she urged.

“Are you serious?” I held the skirt against me for her to see.

“Sure, why not?” she practically giggled while asking.

“Are you doing drugs, Mom?”

“No, I’m not doing drugs. Now put it on, or don’t you want to have some fun?”

I took that as the dare it was.

I slid off my shorts and put the skirt on. Mom practically pulled my top off for me. In its place, I put on the crop top she had.

“I can’t believe you want me to wear this!”

“Quit your bitching, Mel.”

I was stunned at how she was talking to me.

“You wanted to be included in things, right?”

“Yeah, but ...”

“It’s time to make up your mind, little one.”

I just took a deep breath and tried to make sure the top and skirt covered the most important parts.

“Here,” she said, reaching in the bag and pulling out some pumps with higher heels than I was normally wearing. “Put these on.”

She had obviously put some serious thought and preparation into all of this, even if we were doing this while crammed together in a stall.

We stepped out of the stall together. This one woman looked at us. Another did her best to pretend like we weren’t even there. I did my best to be cool. So did Mom. She was better at it than I was. She just stepped up to a sink and checked herself out in the mirror. Being a quick learner, I did the same and ignored all of them. However, I might as well have been staring at the wall. My mind was on overload.

Once the other women had left, I sighed loudly. I finally looked at myself. The skirt was about the width of my hand below my butt cheeks. It sat low on my hips, too. It was a good thing I had panties on, even as sheer as they were.

I turned around, looking to see how it fit me. Between the skirt and the top there was a lot of skin, my tummy was in plain view with my belly button for the world to see.

I glanced at Mom. Her outfit was identical to mine, and it covered about the same amount of her body. I really admired how well it worked for her, even if it made her look rather slutty. She had kept in great shape since having me.

I wondered what Mom had in mind with us wearing this. It was incredibly daring considering where we were going. I couldn’t even imagine how shocked my grandparents were going to be. I was gonna be showing off practically everything. I wasn’t even sure how best to sit wearing something like this!”

“Take off your bra and panties,” she whispered to me. I gawked at her.

She glared at me until I quickly glanced toward the door before looking back.

“Take off your bra and panties,” she repeated. “Do it before anyone else comes in.”

“Huh?” I asked dumbly, looking at her like she was nuts.

“Just do it!” she urgently whispered back.

“Okay, okay,” I reacted, and did what she had told me.

I smiled wryly at her as I slid my panties down, especially so when she did the same. My bra was more decoration than anything else. It certainly wasn’t needed to keep my boobies from flopping around. So, it wasn’t a big deal not wearing it. I put my bra and panties in the bag she had, and Mom did the same with hers.

We both tried to act normal when another lady walked in with her two young daughters. I patted down my skirt hoping I wasn’t flashing anything at them. Mom just smiled at my discomfort.

I felt like such a little girl. I was daring, but Mom was the practiced one at this. She was comfortable at being bold and doing things you shouldn’t. I had a lot to learn and experience yet. I wasn’t sure how that would happen either since Mom wasn’t likely going to approve of me being a prostitute or porn actress. She was obviously going to be willing to tutor me in her own way though.

As we left the restroom, Mom walked over to the concessions area and bought us both a soda from one of the machines. She then led me away from the area our SUV was parked and over to a picnic table close to where the truck drivers parked their rigs.

“Why are we sitting over here?”

“You’ll see,” she half smiled.

She was sitting on one side of the table with me on the other. She had positioned herself so that she was facing the people walking from the truck parking area. We sat quietly as various men walked by. I was facing the ones walking back from the restrooms to their rigs. After a few minutes, I felt mom’s foot touching back and forth between my calves.

“Open your legs some more, silly,” she softly stated.

“Are you serious?” I asked a little louder than I had meant to, and she shushed me.

“Not so loud!” she softly stated. “Just spread them open some more.”

“You’re flashing your cooch?!” I quietly but urgently asked.

“Sure! It’s fun. Look behind you quickly for a moment.

I did, and there were several men just standing around looking in our direction. I knew exactly what they were looking at, too!

“You’re a crazy woman!” I quietly blurted out.

“So?” she casually asked back, smiling.

“Jesus Christ, Mom! I’m your impressionable daughter!” I sillily complained. I had to say something!

“So spread your legs some more. Show off that pretty pussy.”

“Mom!”

“Spread’um, baby girl. Or are you too much of a wuss?”

That did it. I slid my butt up a little as I opened my legs in the most unladylike manner. Just a week ago I had played this game for Mr. Pervitt who had thoroughly enjoyed the show. Here I was doing it again, but this time with my mother! And this certainly wasn’t a nudist rest area!

I glanced down quickly to make sure my tampon string wasn’t too evident. If I was gonna be a flashing pervert, I was gonna look good doing it.

So there we sat for the next ten minutes, sipping sodas and showing off our pussies. When several men hung back close to the building and kept looking toward me, I would scooch around a little, hoping it gave them a better view. If you’re gonna do something, do it right. That’s what my grandpa always said. I sure didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Four men are standing around watching me,” Mom softly said.

“I only have two.”

Then I realized something. Mom’s free hand was where I couldn’t see it.

“Are you touching yourself?” I demanded.

“Not blatantly,” she replied, trying not to grin.

“We’re gonna get busted by the cops!”

“Who’s gonna tell?”

“I glanced around a little and realized it was mainly just men around. A few women were as well. After one woman came out of the restroom area and began approaching me, I automatically closed my legs. She smiled and winked at me as she walked by us. I was so busted, but the nice trucker lady seemed to get a thrill out of it. I suddenly wished I’d kept my legs open for her.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I asked Mom.

“With your father.”

“He got a thrill out of showing you off?” I teasingly asked.

“A lot of men are like that. It’s part of their boyish nature. They like showing off their possessions, especially the prized ones.”

“Aren’t you insulting Daddy by saying that?”

“Not at all. I like a man who is comfortable enough to have some sexy fun. No one is getting hurt. We both get horny and fuck each other silly afterwards.”

I grinned at the thought. I was so ready to be grown up. Being a kid wasn’t too bad, but adults had so much more freedom to do fun stuff. I wasn’t even old enough to drive to a rest area like this one, much less sit around flashing my kitty at men who would probably later jerk off thinking about it.

******

“Mom, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Peter told me earlier that he’s done phone sex with you.”

“Does that bother you?” Mom asked.

Just as Mom asked that, a trucker stopped walking along the path just a short distance from us and just blatantly stared beneath the table at my cooch. I just knew he wanted to put his cock in me. It sorta scared me, but it thrilled me as well. I started wondering what it would be like to fuck him. He looked a little dirty and ...

“Earth to Mel!”

“Huh?” I asked, staring at the trucker.

“Does that bother you?”

“What?” I asked, still staring at the man.

“The phone sex. Wait, what’s going on?”

“I’m getting stared at by a man just standing there. He’s on the sidewalk not far behind you,” I softly replied.

“Just look at me.”

I kept looking at the man.

“Hey!” Mom blurted out. I looked at her. “Does he see you looking at him?”

“He just sees my pussy,” I replied, looking back at the man.

“Close your legs, silly.”

“Oh,” I said, doing just that. The guy then walked off. I then opened my legs again. It seemed like the thing to do.

“So, does it bother you?”

“What?”

“The phone sex with Peter, your boyfriend, silly.”

I blushed. “Not knowing what went on bothers me,” I replied.

“Not that I had phone sex with him? Just that you don’t know what happened?”

I sorta smiled and cut my eyes away.

“You are so silly,” Mom chuckled. “So you really don’t mind that I did it with him?”

“It would seem pretty lame if I did, considering everything else I let him do with you now.”

“You’re dying to know about it though, right?”

“You’re teasing me again, Mom,” I droned.

“I get to do that.”

“It’s child abuse,” I complained.

“And you are such a child,” she smirked. I snarled and stuck my tongue out. A truck driver walking by caught my eye as I did. I had to look like the most ridiculous young girl ever, especially after I realized I still had my legs splayed open while I made funny faces. Having my pussy on full display for him while acting silly wasn’t one of my swiftest moves.

Mom noticed exactly what I did as well and snickered at me. I just looked down and blushed.

“You need to learn how to multi-task better, baby girl. Women do that very well.”

“Yeah, just rub it in, will ya,” I huffed.

“Do you want me to tell you about the phone sex or not?”

I smiled at her sweetly.

“I thought so,” she grinned. “The first time happened shortly after I’d seduced him while camping. It was more or less an accident. I called the Rayners’ house to talk to Maggie, but Peter was the only one home. Curious how he was feeling about things, I got him to talk about how he felt about having had sex with me. He said he had enjoyed it a lot. So I asked him if he had masturbated thinking about having had sex with me.”

“You seriously asked him if he masturbated thinking about it?!”

“Sure. I wanted to know.”

I couldn’t imagine doing that.

She continued, “He admitted he had after I prodded him a little.”

“I bet he rubbed himself raw thinking about you.”

“Well, he is a boy,” she giggled, which made me giggle.

“Just think about it, Mom. Think about all the guys his age who would give away one of their balls just to get a chance to be with a gorgeous woman like you.”

She was definitely flattered by what I said. She didn’t blush often, but she did then.

“It had to be a dream come true for Peter,” I added.

“In some ways it was for me as well,” she replied. “I enjoy being with boys around his age.”

She had admitted that before. I was proud of her for being so open about it with me again.

“That’s so wicked, Mom. I think it’s awesome.”

“That I seduce young boys for my jollies?”

“I play with grown men for mine!”

We both laughed. She reached over for my hand and held it for a moment before continuing with her story.

“Anyway, so I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me right at that moment. He said he didn’t know if he was allowed to come over and his mom wasn’t there to ask.”

I chuckled a little bit while picturing him horny as could be and no way to go over to see my mom to get relief.

“I suggested having sex over the phone. He asked me how that was possible. I told him we could both masturbate and tell each other what we were doing and thinking.”

“I bet he immediately started talking about your pussy and your breasts, right?”

“At the beginning he was too scared to say anything at all. So I told him that I was picturing his sexy cock and how his hand was rubbing up and down the hard shaft.”

“That must’ve gotten him going.”

“Well, he started to moan a little and said that he would prefer my hand on his cock.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” I was proud of my boyfriend, in the weirdest of ways. “Then what happened?”

“I asked him if he was imagining doing something with me.”

“And?”

“He said he wanted to touch my breasts. He said he had enjoyed playing with my nipples.”

I just smiled at her as my nipples got hard.

Mom described the rest of what happened. They talked through doing oral sex with each other before they had fucked.

“I had him tell me how my pussy felt as he pumped in and out. I was telling him how I was trying to squeeze every drop of cum out of him. What really happened was that we described how each of us felt when we were at the campground together. Having the picture in my head of us actually doing it made it all the hotter for me. I’m sure it did for Peter, too.”

I bit my lip, thinking about the possibility of doing phone sex with him later that night. If I could’ve gotten away with it, I would’ve rubbed one out right then!

“You want to cum so bad, don’t you?”

“Are you kidding?!” I half-laughed.

“Listen to this story then. This one time when I was still in college, Colleen and I pulled up next to a parked trucker who was getting out of his rig in this very rest area. I pulled my top and bra up over my tits as I pulled up to the trucker. I asked him if my front tire looked like it needed air in it.”

“Seriously?”

“You doubt me?”

“NoOOoo,” I exaggeratedly replied.

“The trucker smiled and said, ‘No, ma’am. Everything looks properly inflated’ as he stared at my tits. I then asked if my tires looked balanced, and the guy replied that they sure did as he quickly pulled down his zipper and took out his hardening cock.”

“No way!”

“Way!” she stated, and giggled. “As he stroked it, he also said, ‘Nice valve stems on those tires’.

“Valve stems?”

“I had to think about that at the time, too. It’s where you put the air in a tire.”

“Oh!” I giggled, then bit my lip.

“Right then, my nipples were probably the hardest they had ever been!”

I thought mine might have been at that moment. The idea of doing what she did had my juices flowing!

“So what happened after that?” I asked.

“I told him that he had a nice tire jack. I was staring at his cock when I did.”

“No you didn’t!”

“Mel, his cock was so swollen I wondered if he was about to blow cum everywhere!”

I stared at her open-mouthed.

“At that point I figured I better call an end to things. I quickly thanked him for his assistance as I drove off. I did hear him say ‘you’re welcome’. Colleen and I laughed as I drove off to get back on the interstate.”

“What was Colleen doing the whole time?”

“She was used to my doing that kind of thing, but nothing quite that wild before then. She would sometimes join in. Usually we only did something like that at drive-thru windows.”

I smiled with evil thoughts as I looked at her.

“Honey, I know what you’re thinking. But it was easier to do that kind of thing when I was in college. There are a lot of cameras around these days. Most places will just laugh it off if it doesn’t create a scene, but you need to remember that what we did most of the time was and still is, legally speaking, indecent exposure in most places.”

“Mom, it’ll be a while before I have enough to show off like that,” I groaned. “I’m definitely under-inflated.”

“I know a lot of people that would love to try inflating them.”

“I know you’re just being nice by saying that. But given the choice ...”

“Given the choice, many men I know would give their other ball for a chance to suck and play with your sexy little boobies.”

I looked skeptically at her.

“Don’t look at me that way. You know it’s true.”

“Is it just because I look like a little girl?”

“You look like a thirteen-year-old, honey. And that is fine. Own it, girl. When you are older, there’ll be times when you’ll wish you could look like that again.”

“Do you?”

She was quiet for a moment. “Sometimes.”

“Why?”

“Reminiscing causes that.”

I knew Mom had been pretty wild when she was a teen. I guess she had some really fun times.

“Do you reminisce a lot?”

“Quite a bit lately.”

“Because of me?”

She sighed. “Enjoy being young, baby girl. Don’t grow up any faster than you have to.”

I reached over and squeezed her hand.

“Tell me about a time Colleen joined in.”

“Do you remember where the country road that we exit on to go to Long Cane sorta zig-zags for a ways and crosses back over the interstate several miles down? Where there are no entrance or exit ramps?”

I nodded.

“Well, the road rarely has any cars on it. It’s mostly used by a few local farmers whose property became divided when the interstate was built. That particular bridge and section of road was added to the old road as part of the deal for giving up the farmland for the road. The owner could get his equipment from one side of his large farm to the other without going miles out of the way.”

I didn’t really care about the history lesson, but I figured something good was following.

“Well, we stopped at that bridge. We then stripped naked and walked out on it, stood at the rail and waved at the cars as they drove toward and then underneath us. We did that for about five minutes before we hopped back in the car and left laughing our butts off.”

“You’re truly a crazy woman. Both of you were! So, can we do it?”

“Maybe, but not today. We’re already getting behind schedule.”

“Just call Grandma and tell her we’re running late,” I matter of factly stated.

“We’ve got a lot to do, honey. We’ll see about it another time.”

I scrunched my lips, but let it go. I was already having so much fun with her. I didn’t see the point of spoiling things.

As we stood up and started walking back to the SUV, I asked, “Have you done anything like that with Daddy?”

“Sure. I’ve done what we just did quite a few times. I’ve also on occasion rode topless while your father drove so truck drivers could see me.”

I grinned at her.

“Sometimes I was bottomless, too.”

My mouth hung open. “Did you really play with yourself those times so they could see?”

“I sure did. I even use a vibrator sometimes.”

“Did you cause any wrecks?!”

“There was this one time this truck swerved over, almost hitting us.”

“Too funny,” I stated.

“Yeah, I was pregnant with you at the time!”

“Holy shit! You almost got me killed!”

“Your father kept you safe with his skilled driving,” she reassured me.

“So you flashed truckers while you had me in your tummy?”

“I was pretty far along.”

“That’s totally awesome, Mom!”

As we were getting into the SUV, I noticed this guy in the next car staring at me. He looked to be about fifteen. I couldn’t resist lifting my skirt to flash my pussy at him as I climbed into the seat and closed the door. As we backed out of the parking spot, his face was practically glued to the window.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Mom grinned. I guess she didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what I had done.

******

As we drove back onto the interstate, Mom stated, “You haven’t told me all about your date with Peter last night.”

I proceeded to tell her about the blowjobs Pam, Kari and I had given the guys in the back of the theater.

“And Peter was fine with what you did with Aaron?”

“Yeah, I mean, Kari was the one that got me to touch her, which meant I was gonna touch his cock a good bit. It wasn’t like I did it on my own.”

“That’s good. Peter might not mind you doing it, but you need to be conscious of how he is feeling.”

“How do I do that? I can’t read his mind or anything.”

“After you’re with a guy long enough, you can usually predict what he’s thinking and how he feels about a situation.”

“Like you with Daddy?”

“And he with me ... although guys are at a disadvantage when it comes to that kind of thing,” she said, both of us giggling.

“I had this one date when I was about fourteen with a really cute guy my age. He rode in the backseat with me while his mom drove us to a movie theatre.”

“There’s only one movie theatre in Long Cane, Mom.”

“You’re so spoiled,” she shot back. I stuck my tongue out at her.

“On the way, I couldn’t resist being a little daring. While his mom was talking with me, I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It wasn’t hard at that point though.”

“I bet you got it hard in no time,” I grinned.

“You’re good for my ego,” she smiled back. “And you’re right about that. I had gotten pretty good by then at jerking off boys.”

“Mother!” I feigned indignation. She just snarled playfully at me.

She continued, “The thing was that his mom was a very religious person. I mean fire and brimstone kind of stuff. I was actually surprised she let us sit together in the backseat. Well, I slowly worked my hand along his cock as she asked me different things. You know there is a real art to giving a great hand-job.

“Most guys don’t even realize how much they cheat themselves when they just whack off and blow their load. What you want to do is learn to touch him gently, softly, use the tips of your fingers to tease it some. You have a dainty hand. Guys like a girl’s dainty fingers touching them. Take your time with it, let your fingers glide up and down his shaft, especially the underside. Treat it like a delicate flower.”

“So cool,” I stated, listening closely to Mom. I was making a whole lot of mental notes.

“You know I made your father cum once with just touching him with one finger.”

“That’s totally awesome!”

“Actually, I was surprised I could do it. If you set the right mood, and get him all worked up, you’ll be surprised what you can accomplish with a guy.”

“So, did you make your date cum like that, too?”

“No, there wasn’t enough time for that. I ended up dropping my head in his lap and sucking him off.”

“No way!”

“Way!”

I laughed.

“I swallowed all of his cum, every drop,” she proudly stated.

“Too fucking wild!”

“Immediately afterwards, his mom asked me something about my mother, something about whether she was a homemaker like her or something. I was still trying to swallow what was left of the boy’s cum and started coughing when I tried to talk. His mom asked if I wanted something to suck on, meaning a cough drop or candy.”

“Too funny,” I said, half-laughing.

“I told her I just finished sucking something.”

“No you didn’t!”

She nodded. “I even reached over and squeezed her son’s cock that he’d just finished putting away as I told her that I’d be fine.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” I playfully teased.

“I was just a young teen girl ... just like you,” she said, biting her lip as she reached over to squeeze my thigh.

“Anything else happen?”

“She offered me one for later, and I told her I already had something I could suck on later as well.”

“I’m impressed ... Andrea.”

She stared at me briefly after using her name like that.

I added, “You would’ve been a cool girl to hang out with.”

“Thank you, sweetie. But like I’ve said, we would’ve been too dangerous together, especially at that age.”

“You’re probably right, but it would’ve been fun getting into trouble with you.”

Mom looked at me a little oddly. It was almost a haunting look. It only lasted a moment. I wondered briefly what she was thinking.

******

About that time we exited off of the interstate onto the country road we had just talked about. After driving a few miles, we came up to the bridge she and Colleen flashed the drivers from years before. I was tempted to suggest doing it ourselves.

“We don’t have enough time right now, baby girl.”

I guess it didn’t take a mind reader to know what I was thinking right then.

“Maybe on another trip,” she added. I just grinned back at her.

“Will you tell me some more about the cheerleader parties?” Mom gently asked.

I didn’t know a whole lot to tell her.

“Anna said they weren’t big orgies, just two or three cheerleaders and some guys usually from the football or basketball teams. Kathy said you usually only have sex with one of the guys, but at one of the parties she was at, they ended up swapping around. She said it was fun that time, but not something she was that interested in doing a lot.”

“And nobody is concerned about the guys talking about it with their friends?”

“Anna said Mandy told them about a guy that couldn’t keep his mouth shut. The cheerleaders got together and made the guy out to be a liar by spreading a lot of rumors about him getting caught telling lies, probably about scoring with certain girls that there was no way he could’ve been with.”

“I remember middle and high school. Girls that age are ruthless.”

“I almost felt sorry for the guy,” I giggled.

“You would never do that kind of thing,” she stated, feigning sincerity while trying not to smile.

“Um, no way, Mom,” I guiltily replied.

I really didn’t like doing stuff like that. But I had done it more than once the previous year with my friends with jerks none of us could stand. I tried to never do it unless it was really deserved. It was tough, though, not getting caught up in everything when the gossip began. I was a lot better than most at not just joining in for the fun of it.

“Also,” I added, “sometimes the other guys involved with the cheerleaders would threaten to kick the guy’s ass.”

“Sounds like they have all the bases covered.”

“Apparently they let the guy live.”

“Letting him live? Sheesh. What a kind thing to do. Cheerleaders can be so forgiving,” she sarcastically said. Then she more bluntly said, “You guys are like the mafia.”

“We can be sweet like that when we want to be,” I said defensively.

I was surprised at the viciousness of the older girls when Anna and Kathy told us about things. I was more used to just making someone look bad, especially if they deserved it. We probably could arrange murder if we really wanted. I now knew to never, and I mean never, underestimate a bunch of scorned cheerleaders.

“So, young lady, are you going to let the other cheerleaders find out that you’re bisexual?”

“It depends. Do you know the girls will do stuff with each other just to wind the guys up?”

“I know about that. I think it happens more now than it did when I was your age. So is that what you plan to do?”

“Probably. I mean, if I find out some of the girls are bi as well, then I’ll probably come out to them. But otherwise, I think I’d better stay in the closet.”

Mom replied, “It sucks that you have to do that, but you have to survive at school.”

“I just hope Jennifer doesn’t get discovered. Bi is one thing, being a lesbian would get her crucified with everyone.”

“You need to look out for her.”

“How?” I asked, shrugging.

Mom sorta half-shrugged, obviously realizing there probably wasn’t a lot I could do. Jennifer had done a good job over the past year, but she had distanced herself from most everyone. She couldn’t do that as a cheerleader.

Mom then said, “You and Anna can both help her keep it a secret from the rest.”

“Probably, but if Jennifer starts perving on other girls ...”

“I didn’t say it would be easy.”

“Speaking of Anna ...”

“Yes, dear,” Mom chuckled. She knew when she mentioned her name that it was a mistake.

“How involved is she now with her parents and your swinger friends?”

“She has sex with both her parents. I don’t know how often, but it’s a pretty regular thing for them.”

“Andrew too?”

“Uh huh. Lori has a real fetish for very young boys.”

“And you don’t?”

She glanced at me a little offended.

“I’m not judging you, Mom. You’ve said more than once you like young boys. It’s cool with me.”

“To answer your question, I enjoy being with young boys who want to be with me.”

“And Andrew does, I bet.”

“He definitely does.”

“What is it about someone as young as him that you like?”

“His eagerness for one.”

“Does he fuck you?”

“Well, he rubs it on me. He’s not big enough to really satisfy me that way. But I do like having his cock against my pussy, my clit.”

“On your nipples?”

She nodded.

“And against your lips? In your mouth?”

“Definitely. I really enjoy licking him, all over his cock, balls, and his butt. He is so smooth and soft.”

“You said he licks you pretty good, right?”

“He is very good at it. Lori taught him very well.”

“I guess his father is busy with Anna while she teaches him.”

“He gets off watching them. He’s taken a lot of pictures and videos of them.”

“Wow.”

“How do you feel about all of that?”

I thought for a moment. “As long as everyone is doing what they want ...”

“I definitely want,” Mom giggled.

“Tell me about the first time you did something with Andrew.”

“Well, there isn’t a whole lot to describe. His parents were there. He watched his dad fucking me. When Andy moved away from me, Lori led Andrew over to me. He rubbed himself against my pussy before I had him lay down. I first kissed him some before I licked and kissed down his body. Then I spent most of the time just enjoying the feel of his cock as I licked and sucked it. His little butthole was so cute. He couldn’t squirt cum, of course. But he definitely enjoyed the intense feelings he had.”

“He was nine when you first did this?”

“Yes, the same age as when I told you about the pictures.”

“Did you think about doing that with Jamie when he was that age?”

She hesitated before she quietly said, “He was about a year older when I started to fantasize about doing it with Jamie. Kari and Maggie had gotten involved with each other then. And more so after Penny had started to have sex with her parents.”

“But you didn’t?”

“No way was I going to do that with him then.”

“But now?”

“Just like you with your father.”

“It’s cool, Mom. You don’t have to be defensive about it. I’m not judging you.”

“I’m glad. I don’t think I could stand having you think of me as a monster.”

“I don’t,” I said, reaching over to touch her arm. “A lot of people would, but I don’t. It’s really perverted, but I’m all about being perverted,” I told her, smiling. She smiled back, and of course she didn’t contradict what I said about myself. I felt a little like I ought to be offended, but then shook it off.

“Do you know the hottest thing about being with the Taylors?” she asked.

“What?”

“When Andy takes pictures. Watching Lori pose her kids together is so fucking hot!”

I couldn’t believe how worked up Mom was getting telling me that.

“Watching Anna and Andrew in various positions ... God!” Mom exclaimed.

“I’m missing out,” I plainly stated.

“Not for much longer, baby girl.”

“For real?”

“Definitely for real.”

“You want to see me posed with them?” I asked.

She nodded. Then she blurted out, “And Jamie.”

After a moment, I said, “I’d like posing with him ... for you.”

Mom bit her lip. So did I!

******

Mom continued driving on the two lane road toward Long Cane. Every few minutes we might pass a car going in the opposite direction. For the most part, we were out in the middle of farmland.

Listening to Mom had gotten me so worked up. I loved how she had been so daring. I decided to be a little daring myself. I quickly looked behind. Seeing no one within sight, I took off my top.

“Mel!” she exclaimed, looking at me wide-eyed.

“Your turn,” I challenged her.

She hesitated.

“Don’t be a wuss, Mom.”

She nervously looked in the rear-view mirror.

I added, “Even if someone sees your tits, what are they gonna do other than get a boner?”

“Women drive up and down this road, too, you know.”

“So, they’ll drool like the guys. They may even decide to be daring and flash theirs to someone else.”

“And if it is a cop?”

“Wuss, wuss, wuss ...” I began chanting.

I then said, “Mom, you’ll be able to tell if it is a cop or not before they get close enough. And, you can always scrunch down before a car gets too close.”

She sighed. “Hold onto the steering wheel.”

I reached over and steered for the few seconds it took her to pull her top over her head. Her nipples were all nipply.

“Happy now?”

I was, and she could tell it too.

“Sit up straight and show them off to the car coming toward us,” I told her. She grinned at me and did it!

I glanced behind us to see if the car slowed down or anything. It just kept going though. I wasn’t sure if the man driving could see her boobs or not, but the idea that he might have made me all tingly.

Within a minute, another car approached.

“Sit up good so they can see you,” she boldly told me. I wasn’t about to wuss out after everything I had already told her. She did have me wait long enough to make sure it wasn’t a cop, and then I rose up high in my seat.

As the car passed, I turned my head and followed it with my eyes. It kept going like the other.

“Was that fun?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, but he probably thought I was just a shirtless boy,” I groaned.

“Not with your hair cascading down your chest,” she countered. “Your breasts stand out nicely with your slim naked body. Plus, your nipples look nothing like a guy’s, dear.”

Mom then surprised me when she reached over and lightly pinched one of mine. I pulled back from her when she did.

“You’re the one who wanted to play,” she playfully chided me. “Slide back over,” she challenged me.

I glanced in front and behind us again before doing as she told me. Her fingers toyed with my nipple again as soon as the closest was within her reach. I let her do what she wanted, reaching over to tweak her nipple as well.

We both kept our tops within easy reach, just in case we came across any cops.

Mom then said, “Play with your nipples like you do when you masturbate.”

I looked at her awkwardly.

“Look who is wussing out now!”

“Mom ...”

“Do it.”

And I did. I ended up rubbing my clit as well. I reclined back against the door, propping my right foot up on the dash.

“You look so fucking hot like that, baby girl.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I sweetly replied, wiggling the tip of my index finger on my clit.

Mom began rubbing her clit as well, frequently glancing over at me as she kept one hand on the steering wheel.

Several more cars passed us as we played with ourselves. A guy in a pickup truck honked his horn, which caused Mom to step on the gas. I rose up and turned in my seat to watch closely out the back window to make sure he didn’t turnaround and follow us. Fortunately, he just kept going.

“I think we better put our tops on before we get closer to Long Cane,” she more demanded than suggested. It sounded like a good idea after what just happened. The neat thing was that I could tell Mom was incredibly horny still. So was I.

“Mom, are we really gonna show up at my grandparents’ house dressed like this?”

My grandparents might not be old fogeys, but I couldn’t even begin to imagine wearing something like this in front of either of them. I really didn’t want either of them to think I was the brazen slut I had become over the summer. I certainly didn’t want to look the part.

“We’ll stop and change shortly,” she informed me.

“Where? We’re getting pretty close to town now,” I reminded her. “People will know who you are if we stop somewhere much closer.”

“Hang tight, baby girl.”

******

We were several miles from the outskirts of Long Cane when we approached a road-side fruit and vegetable stand. It was a somewhat popular place for people to stop when passing through. The farmer had a good reputation for the things he sold fresh from his farm.

Mom started slowing down.

“Are you seriously gonna stop at Mr. Blackmon’s stand?”

No other car was parked there except for his oversized pickup truck underneath several trees behind the tables he sold things from. He was sitting in a chair close by. He was a ruggedly good looking older man. He was definitely fit. You could tell he had been in the sun a lot. He looked pretty good for a man probably in his sixties, at least to me he did.

“Mom?” I asked again when she hadn’t replied. She sorta smiled as she pulled off the road, parking somewhat parallel to it close to the tables out front.

The stand wasn’t very elaborate. There were a few rows of tables with baskets of produce in them. Peaches were the biggest item he sold this time of year. Peanuts weren’t far behind though. He even sold fresh boiled peanuts, which were very popular around here. He even boiled them at the stand.

Mom got out of the car, with me protesting as she did. Mr. Blackmon was gonna see her and tell everyone. I just knew it!

He smiled and stood up as she approached. After just seconds Mom turned to wave for me to join them. I took a deep breath and opened the door and got out, stepping toward them.

“Well, hello there, Melissa.”

“Hi, Mr. Blackmon,” I said, unsuccessful at not blushing. His smile became bigger.

I was used to being in a cheer outfit around grownups. I was used to my legs and midriff being on display, but this outfit wasn’t meant to just display my body. It was meant to turn a guy on. And Mr. Blackmon was definitely taking in what I was showing off.

“You look like sisters today,” he noted.

I quickly realized that he was more than okay seeing us dressed like we were, and that Mom had known he would be. Mom was definitely up to something, and I quickly found out.

Mom began walking with Mr. Blackmon toward his pickup truck at the back of the stand, walking behind it so that we were basically out of sight from anyone just passing by.

Mom glanced around quickly, and then raised her top, showing off her tits. I froze in shock, my eyes glancing between Mom and Mr. Blackmon, who was grinning as he stared at Mom’s tits.

“Is Melissa ...” he began to say before Mom interrupted.

“Everything’s fine,” she told him, “Right, Mel?”

“Uhhh ...”

“You wanted to show off while we were on the way. Why not now?” she asked, squeezing her nipples.

Oh. My. Gawd, I thought as I watched Mr. Blackmon rubbing his crotch.

“Show Mr. Blackmon your breasts, baby girl.”

I just stared at Mom in complete and utter shock.

“It’s okay, dear. Lift your top. Mr. Blackmon won’t mind at all.”

I cut my eyes at him as he turned his gaze to me.

“Go ahead, honey, but only if you want to,” Mom encouraged. And I did just that, lifting my top, revealing my boobs for this older dude to gawk at.

“Just lovely,” he complimented me. “Very beautiful.”

And to show his appreciation, he unzipped his pants and hauled out a very hard cock. What the fuck was happening here?!

Mom then lifted her skirt, showing she wasn’t wearing any panties. I wondered just how far all of this was gonna go.

“Do you want to show Mr. Blackmon your pretty pussy?” Mom asked me. What the hell, I thought, as I lifted my skirt as well.

“Oh, my,” Mr. Blackmon blurted out as he stared straight at my little pussy, stroking his very hard shaft. He did have a handsome cock. I think I was probably staring as intently at it as he was at me as I rubbed my clit. I was seriously rubbing my pussy in front of a man I only vaguely knew.

Mom was cupping and playing with her breasts as she watched me showing off.

“She is definitely your daughter, Andrea.”

“She most definitely is,” Mom replied, walking closer to the man. She then squatted down and took his cock in her hand, stroking it as she looked over at me.

“Will you join us, please, sweetie?” Mom asked me. “Don’t you want to look at it closer?”

At that point I didn’t know what else to do but to follow her lead. It wasn’t like I could get in our SUV and drive off. Actually, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I stepped closer like she asked, like a moth drawn to a flame.

“It’s so nice and big, isn’t it,” she asked as I squatted down.

I nodded.

“Here, touch it, help me play with it,” she stated. “You do want to touch it, don’t you?”

I nodded. I most definitely wanted to touch it.

“You wanted to be included in more things, right?”

I nodded again.

“Then here is your chance. You see, I’ve been playing with Mr. Blackmon’s cock since I was your age.”

I tried to say something, but couldn’t find the words.

“Remember I said I had sex with some people I shouldn’t have?”

I nodded.

“Mr. Blackmon is one of them.”

I looked up into his face. He said, “You don’t have to do anything, honey. Only if you want to. Your mother always had that choice, too.”

I reached for his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. He moaned his approval.

“I think he likes your soft little hand wrapped around his cock,” Mom whispered excitedly.

“I most definitely do,” he added. “It’s a very pretty hand that belongs to a very pretty girl.”

A car whizzed by, getting our attention for just a moment, but neither of them moved to separate. So I kept playing with his dick, softly sliding my hands along its shaft like Mom had told me in the car.

Mom then slipped her mouth over the head, closing her lips on his shaft. I could tell by the way her cheeks moved that she was twirling her tongue around it. She then offered it to me.

“Want to suck him off with me?”

And we proceeded to do just that. We licked up and down his shaft, working in unison. We alternated taking him in our mouths and cupping his balls. It was so sexy sucking his cock with mom’s spit all over it.

I know a few more cars passed by, but Mr. Blackmon told us it was fine each time it happened. After maybe five minutes, he announced he was going to cum. Mom let me have the honors.

Some of his sperm escaped my lips, but mom licked it off my chin. He voiced his appreciation of that sight.

Mr. Blackmon tucked away his wilting cock as Mom and I stood back up. It was hard to believe what we had just done, right there in the open. But no one could’ve seen us, which helped me to relax.

I certainly felt more at ease about things at that point. Mr. Blackmon was certainly in a great mood.

“Surprised?” Mom asked me.

“Duh!”

“Melissa!”

“Sorry,” I contritely stated, remembering my manners. “Sorry, Mr. Blackmon,” I apologized for his having to witness my bad manners.

While being a slut was one thing, Mom wasn’t going to compromise on manners, especially with someone I didn’t know that well. We were passing acquaintances at best. It wasn’t polite to put a grownup I didn’t know very well in an awkward position like that.

“It’s fine, sweet girl.”

I smiled at him.

“You really do look so much like your mother.”

“Could I have been her twin?” I asked him.

“No, but you’re definitely her daughter, in more ways than just looks.”

I blushed. He noticed my embarrassment and reached out to touch my cheek.

With no one else around, Mom and I changed into something much more appropriate for visiting my grandparents. I was glad of that, too. I didn’t want them thinking badly of me like that. I might be a little slut, but I didn’t see the need to advertise it to people who didn’t need to know.

We told Mr. Blackmon goodbye, but before we left, he gave me a kiss with a little tongue.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, confusing me. He walked over to the bed of his pickup truck and came back with a small plastic bag with some cutup peaches.”

“Here, sweetie, eat some of these. You don’t want to kiss your grandparents smelling or tasting like you just sucked off an old man.”

I blushed profusely.

“Maybe we’ll see you later, Mr. Blackmon,” Mom told him. “Bye!”

I said bye as well as Mom started the SUV and drove back onto the road.

I shared the peach slices with Mom as we drove through Long Cane. My grandparents lived on the other side of town. I stared at some of the people on the sidewalk, paying particular attention to some of the older men, wondering if some of them had also been with Mom when she was a young girl like me.

I wondered just what else I would learn about Mom and Long Cane before we returned home the next day.

(continued in chapter 53)