Message-ID: <41806asstr$1050214206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.giganews.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 12:17:24 -0500 From: Nick Scipio X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-DMCA-Notifications: http://www.giganews.com/info/dmca.html X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.1 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 13:17:23 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} [RP] "Summer Camp - Book 1" by Nick Scipio - Ch 13 (mF, teen, oral, inc) Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2003 02:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Author: Nick Scipio Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan Part: Chapter 13 Universe: Summer Camp Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp. Keywords: mF, teen, oral, inc Revision: 1.2 Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/www/ FTP Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/scipio/SummerCamp1 Mailing List: Scipio_Stories-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (c) 2002-2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan by Nick Scipio CHAPTER THIRTEEN Mom and I had dinner by ourselves that night since Erin and her friends ate with the Jordans. Susan wasn't in the clubhouse, and I was feeling kind of guilty that I hadn't gone back to her house. And I was feeling horny. Very horny. My afternoon with Gina had only made things worse in that regard. It was still raining steadily after we finished dinner, and Mom decided to head back up to the cabin early. I stayed down in the clubhouse, playing ping-pong with Dwight. Well, Dwight was playing, I was just getting beaten. Badly. After a couple of games, I decided to let someone else chase after Dwight's kill shots. I milled around the clubhouse for a little while, but Manfred and Jenny were sitting together on one of the couches and Gina was playing games with her family, so I was mostly on my own. I decided to brave the rain and go up to our cabin. I got soaked walking up the hill. The rain was coming down so hard that it wasn't worth running. The wind wasn't blowing as bad as the previous storm, but the heavens had opened up on South Carolina. When I got to the cabin, the porch light was the only light on, and the door was closed. I figured Mom must be over at Stan and Terri's cabin, or maybe over with Dwight's wife, Karen. I climbed the steps to the porch and stood there dripping for a few seconds. It seemed that the rain had only increased once I was out of it; the sound of it hitting the roof was a constant, low roar. Mom had at least taken our towels out of the rain, but that meant that I'd have to drip across the cabin floor to the bathroom in order to get a dry one. I decided that there was really no helping it, and reached for the screen door. I opened the cabin door, quickly stepping inside, then shut it and absently reached back for the light switch. I flipped the switch and stopped dead in my tracks, in shock. Mom was on the bed, her legs thrown wide, her hand busily rubbing her pussy. I saw this in an eye-blink. As soon as the light snapped on, she sat up suddenly and looked at me. Then she burst into tears. What had I done? I felt bad for catching her masturbating, and ashamed for being a little excited, but it had happened before, and she hadn't started crying. Without even thinking that I was dripping water all across the floor, I rushed to the side of the bed. She took one tearful look at me and rolled away, curling up in a ball and sobbing. I sat on the side of the bed, oblivious to the fact that I was getting it wet, and put my hand on her shoulder. "What's the matter, Mom?" I asked, becoming more concerned, and more fearful. Sobs wracked her shoulders and she didn't answer. "What did I do?" She didn't answer for a second, and I felt my panic rising. I was desperately afraid that I'd done something worse than simply interrupting her. "Mom?" "It's okay, honey. I'm okay," she said through her tears. "What's the matter?" "It's nothing." Her tears were slowing, but she still shook with emotion, and my confusion only deepened. "Are you okay?" I asked. She bit her lip and nodded, weakly. Tears were still streaming down her face, but the worst of the sobbing seemed to have passed. I rubbed her shoulder, trying to give her what comfort I could, and wondered what I'd done. "Was it something I did?" I asked tentatively, plaintively. She rolled toward me and looked up, eyes filled with unshed tears. My heart felt like it was going to burst; I had no idea what I could do for her to make her feel better. I had no idea why she was so upset. She looked at my face, so filled with concern for her and my own panic, and her eyes softened. "No, baby," she said. "It's not your fault." Seeing her like this, I felt my own emotions well up, and had to blink back tears myself. I was confused and becoming frantic, and my emotions were plainly graven upon my face. I stood up, bitterly determined not to cry myself, and stepped toward the bathroom. I pulled the entire box of tissues from the back of the toilet and returned to the bed. Mom had sat up when I stood, and now sat with her legs tucked under her, shoulders slumped, silent sobs shaking her whole body. I sat down next to her and extended the box of tissues. She pulled several and dabbed at her tear-streaked face. She blew her nose as well, but her sobs never abated. "What's the matter?" I asked again. "I'm just so... frustrated," she said, balling her hand into a fist and squeezing the tissues. Frustrated? At what? At me? "Do you want me to leave?" She looked up at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed and still tear- filled, her nose was red, and her cheeks were blotchy. She was a mess. And my heart threatened to burst again when I thought she would ask me to leave. She saw my anxiety, my rising panic, and her expression softened. "No, baby. You don't have to leave." She leaned against me and I instinctively put my arm around her, not knowing what else to do. She sobbed silently against me and I just held her. After a few minutes, she calmed down somewhat and reached for the Kleenex again. I held the box out to her silently, and she pulled more tissues, quietly dabbing her face. She blew her nose again and I worked up the courage to ask the question that was burning in my mind. "Are you mad at me for coming to the cabin?" I asked hesitantly. She shook her head mutely and I breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Then what's the matter?" I asked, quietly confused. "This morning there was Erin," she said. "And then the hot water heater broke, and then your father called, and now you're here." It was like a dam had burst within her; she was pouring forth her emotions in one tremendous rush. "You want me to leave?" I asked again, quietly, my eyes stinging. "No," she said softly. She could hear the hurt and the fear in my voice, and the confusion. She hugged me tightly, sniffling softly. "No. I'm glad you're here." "You want to talk about what's the matter?" I asked, repeating the words she'd said to me so many times before. She nodded. Then she shook her head. Then she nodded again, reluctantly. She laughed ruefully at herself and sniffled. She looked up at me and smiled wanly. Then she lowered her head again and sat back. I let my arm fall from about her shoulders and she took a deep breath. "This morning, Erin woke up right in the middle..." I knew what she was trying not to say. I'd seen her slowly masturbating, and I knew she'd been interrupted when Erin had woken up. I nodded, but she was concentrating on the tissues in her hand, and didn't see. "And then I was going to take a long bath, and...," she looked at me and shrugged, smiling shyly. "But the water heater broke." She focused on her hands, wringing the damp Kleenex in her grip. "And then when your dad called and said he wouldn't be home tonight, I wanted to scream. So I came up here early so I could..." I nodded again and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. She sniffled and smiled ruefully. "Well, you know what I came up here for," she said softly. "You saw." "I'm so sorry," I breathed. "I didn't know." "That's okay, baby. I know you didn't know. I'm so sorry." She hugged me again. A mixture of embarrassment, shame, and excitement threatened to overwhelm me. I was embarrassed that I'd interrupted her, and ashamed that thinking about it was making me excited. I felt my penis suddenly spring erect and wanted to run. Mom noticed and sat up. She smiled weakly and laughed, holding my eyes with her own. I blushed and she smiled again. "I could..." I said, shifting and dropping my hand toward her lap. Her expression got serious and she shook her head. "We can't, baby. We can't." Something within me snapped, and I decided not to take "no" for an answer. I continued the motion I'd started, and as my hand touched her damp pubic hair, I felt the heat of her pussy wash over me. She shook her head again, putting her hand on my arm, as if to pull me pack. My finger brushed against her clit and she stopped. I rubbed the hood over the engorged little nubbin and she closed her eyes, drawing a deep, shuddering breath. I boldly continued rubbing her and she moaned softly. Her hand was still on my arm, her fingers light and warm on my skin, but I shifted and began rubbing her clit in small circles. She took another trembling breath and swallowed hard. I felt the heat and moisture of her pussy on my fingers, and began to spread her outer labia. Emotions warred on her face, but I forged ahead. I parted her lips and slowly inserted a finger inside her. She was slippery and hot, and I relished the feeling against my skin. She shuddered again, and whimpered. She quivered as I caressed her inner lips, and with a moan, she finally removed her hand from my arm. With my free right hand, I pushed her back down on the bed and shifted between her legs. She tried weakly to push me back, but I wiggled my finger against her clit and her resistance crumbled. I pushed her legs apart with my shoulders and settled between them. I inhaled her scent and marveled as I took my first close look at a woman's pussy. With a thrill, I realized that I wanted to lick her, to taste her. My emotions soared as I thought to myself that the first women I wanted to go down on was my mom. My penis swelled further, trapped between my stomach and the sheets, and I studied her. Her trimmed pubic hair was moist from her fluids and her labia were coated as well. I inhaled her again, relishing the musky scent of her arousal, and darted my tongue forward. I licked up her slit and she shuddered. The taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It was tangy, and sweet, with a metallic hint, and I decided that I liked it. I liked it very much. I wanted more. I pressed my face against her damp curls and licked the length of her slit. My nose was pressed into her mons, her pubic hair tickling me, but I didn't care. I was lost in the moment, my senses overloaded with her arousal. I flicked my tongue up under the hood of her clit and caught the fleshy berry with the tip. She shivered and moaned again. I spread her thighs with my hands and pulled my mouth back. I thought back to what Stacy had taught me. It seemed like years ago, but was really the day before. I heard her voice in my head, and gently kissed the crease between Mom's thigh and pussy. She shuddered and gasped, arching her back and lifting her hips against me. I kissed all around her pussy, rubbing my cheeks against her, listening to her catch her breath as I brushed against her clit. I buried my face in her pussy again, darting my tongue inside the folds of her labia. She moaned and I began to lick her in earnest. I slowly inserted one finger into her sheath and circled her hooded clit with my tongue. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I was enjoying myself. Stacy's words echoed in my mind, and I tried to pay attention to every part of Mom's pussy at once. I caught myself starting to panic, thinking that she wouldn't enjoy what I was doing, and I slowed down. I took a deep breath and went back to sucking on her clit. Her soft pubic hair brushed against my face as I moved my lips side to side, caressing her sensitive glans with my tongue. I slipped my finger further inside her and felt her shudder as I lifted the tip. She began to lift her hips against me as I started slowly thrusting my finger in and out of her. She was getting close, I could tell, and I wanted to make her come. Her clit had appeared from under its protective hood and I was busily circling it with my tongue. Slipping a second finger inside her, I felt her shudder as I spread her open further. I crooked my fingertips up and she bucked her hips against me. Her legs were pressing against my shoulders as she tensed, and I knew her orgasm was approaching quickly. I flattened my tongue against her clit and started rolling it around, thrusting my fingers side to side in her pussy. She began to buck her hips in earnest, moaning and trying to hump my face. I kept up the rotating pressure on her clit and flicked my fingers against the roof of her pussy. She tensed up under me and her pussy gushed around my fingers. They were gripped by her spasming muscles as I kept up my assault on her clit. She thrust her hips against me, hard, and let out a low, continuous moan. Her moan rose to an almost-wail as she came, the sound of the rain outside drowning out the possibility of anyone hearing. Her clit abruptly disappeared under its hood and I stopped licking, instead merely kissing her slippery and spread lips. She finally relaxed as the last throes of her orgasm subsided, and I heard her panting. I lifted my head and looked up at her, from between her flattened breasts. Her arms were flung wide and her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her hips still twitched as I slowly kissed her mons. I touched the base of her clit and she started, her breath catching as a tremor passed through her. I lifted myself onto my haunches and scooted forward. My thighs pressed against hers and I looked down in wonder as she lay before me. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized that I had just made her come. She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her chest heaved, and she was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. I scooted forward a little more, and grasped my penis by the base. I rubbed the tip against her slick lips, taking care to avoid her sensitive clitoris. When the head of my cock was good and lubricated, I slipped it inside her. She moaned as my length sank into the depths of her pussy. I luxuriated in the silken feel of the walls of her vagina, gripping me like a warm glove. I pulled out and slowly sank into her again. I had just started slowly thrusting against her when her eyes popped open and she looked at me. "Paul!" she exclaimed, panic in her voice. I thrust forward and her eyes fluttered and closed. "Oh, God," she breathed as I slid into her. I pulled out and buried myself in her again and she moaned, obviously enjoying the feeling of my cock filling her. I withdrew, poised to plunge into her again, and her eyes popped open again. She looked up at me, eyes filled with tears. "Paul, baby. Please. Stop," she said urgently. "We can't." She almost sobbed. I looked at her, confused, and stayed my hips. Her eyes softened and she blinked back tears. "We can't have sex, honey. We can't," she said softly. "But..." My eyes burned and I stared down at her in incomprehension. She put her hand on my abdomen and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Paul. I'm so sorry." "But..." "We can't." Her eyes were pleading. I'd seen her face when I was thrusting into her. I'd felt her respond against me. I knew that if I plunged into her again, she couldn't resist me. She _wouldn't_ resist me. She enjoyed it as much as I did, and the only thing sustaining her resistance now was the fact that my cock was only barely inside her. All I had to do was sink my length into her pussy, and she wouldn't say no. One quick thrust of my hips, and I'd have everything I wanted. As I looked into her desperate eyes, wide with fear and apprehension, I knew that if I did, she would let me. And I knew that she would never forgive herself. I don't know how I knew, but I did. It was a certainty inside me as solid and tangible as my own desire for her. In all my life, I have never made a harder decision. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I'd wanted anything in my life. And I knew that if I took her, I would never be the same. I would lose that part of my mother that I loved the most. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply through my nose. Her hand quivered on my stomach, my cock still spreading her labia, the head just inside her. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy beckoning to me. It was a siren song that I didn't want to resist. I was suddenly conscious of the rain on the cabin roof and the feeling of the cool, humid air around me. I concentrated on the texture of the sheets beneath my knees, the smooth skin of her thighs, spread before me. My mind returned to thoughts of her, and I savored the few thrusts during which I'd been buried within her. The feeling was palpable; it was so real that it hurt to think of giving it up. I drew another breath, my eyes still clamped shut. I wanted her, regardless of the consequences. With a sigh, I made my decision. I moved my hips, and with an inaudible groan, I sat back, my cock slipping free of the steamy confines of her pussy. As I sat back, her hand fell from my abdomen and she drew a deep, shuddering breath. I slumped forward, my head bowed, disappointed and, in some small way, proud of myself. I knew I'd made the right choice. But I didn't have to like it. I closed my eyes and felt the cool air bathe my heated erection. I heard her moving, a rustling of the sheets, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I was reliving the feeling of being inside her, relishing every nuance as I recalled slipping into her pussy. With a start, I felt her hands on my erection. I opened my eyes to find her sitting up and looking at me, her own eyes glittering with unshed tears. She gifted me with a smile full of gratitude and love. I smiled glumly in reply. I didn't want to be happy. Even with her hands gently massaging my penis, I didn't want to be happy. _Especially_ with her hands massaging my penis. "Paul?" I looked up, reluctantly, and met her eyes. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. I smiled thinly and looked down. I wasn't looking at anything in particular, I just didn't want to look at her face, or her naked body. Her legs were still spread before me, and let my eyes become unfocused, her body turned into a blur. "Paul?" I looked up again. "I'm sorry it has to be this way," she said slowly. "You know I love you." Her face clearly showed how desperately she wanted me to believe her. "We just can't have sex." I shrugged and nodded. "If you want," she said, holding my eyes with her own, "we can do anything else. Anything you want. I won't say no to you. Not tonight." "Except..." She nodded. "Except for that." I smiled bleakly. "Would you like that?" I could clearly tell that she was trying to make me happy, and I felt guilty for hurting her. For I saw what my unhappiness was doing to her, and I felt sick inside for doing it. Yet I was unable to stop myself. I pasted on my best "I'm happy" smile and nodded, empty inside. She smiled in relief, wanting to believe me, _needing_ to believe me, and bent forward. She pulled my hips up with a gentle tug on my erection and I felt her lips wrap around me. I don't remember a single instant of her sucking me; my body was functioning on autopilot. I came in her mouth, and she looked up at me. I smiled my false smile. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, especially not after the decision I'd made only a short time earlier, in order to save her feelings. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, pressing her face against my midsection. When she released me, she stood up and went to turn off the harsh overhead light. I rolled to the side and stared at the ceiling as the light flickered and died. I felt her return to the bed and lay down next to me. With the susurration of the rain lulling us, I rolled over and laid my head on her stomach. The darkness enfolded us like a womb, and she simply held me as the hot tears burned my eyes and silent sobs wracked my body. ----- Some time later, the rain died down and the cabin was suddenly quiet. My nose was stuffed up, and I felt the salt of my tears making my skin tight. I groped for the Kleenex box and found it at the foot of the bed. I heard her shift behind me as I blew my nose. She sat up in the darkness and then I felt her reach out to touch my leg. "Paul?" "Yeah?" "Are you mad?" "No," I said sullenly. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. I could hear the anguish in her voice and I suddenly felt ashamed. "It's okay," I said, deliberately trying to lighten my tone. She sniffled. "I'm so sorry." "It's okay, Mom." "I shouldn't have let it get this far," she said. "I never wanted to hurt you." I sat up and looked at her, only a dark shape against the dim light reflecting from outside. "It's not your fault, Mom," I said. And I realized it was true. "You didn't hurt me." She sniffled again. "You're not mad?" "I'm not mad," I said firmly. I felt awful for making her suffer the way I had. "I love you, Mom." She leaned forward and hugged me tight, finding me instinctively in the dark. "I love you too, Paul. I love you too." I held her until she stopped crying. I found the box of tissues and held it out to her in the dark. It bumped into her knee and she reached for them, pulling several out. She blew her nose and took the box from me. I smiled in the dark, and for the first time since I pulled out of her, I felt good. "I'm... I'm sorry, Mom." "Me too, Paul." We sat in silence for a few minutes, until I felt her reach out and take my hands into her own. "Promise me something, Paul." "What?" "After tonight, we can't have sex any more." "We're not going to have sex tonight," I said, somewhat sullenly. "You know what I mean," she said, and I did. "Promise me." "And tonight?" "I told you. I'll do anything you want. Anything except..." "I know." "Will you promise?" "Yes," I breathed. "Thank you," she said, very softly. I lay back again, and she lay against me, her head on my chest. I liked the feeling and put my arm around her. I felt her relax when she realized that I wasn't angry. I was disappointed, but not angry. I didn't exactly understand it, I didn't want to, but I knew my promise was important to her. And she was important to me, I decided. I'd really decided that earlier in the evening, but the realization struck me like it hadn't earlier. "Anything?" I asked. She knew what I was talking about. "Anything." I pushed her onto her back and rolled to her side. She resisted me for a moment, but when I touched my lips to her nipple, her resistance disappeared. She took my head in her hand and held me against her. Her nipple rapidly erected under my tongue, becoming a sleek pebble in my mouth. I moved my hand over her other breast and began rolling the nipple there between my thumb and forefinger. I licked all around her areola, enjoying the feeling of her warm flesh pressed against my face. Her breasts were soft and pliable, and incredibly responsive. I lifted myself onto my hands and knees and moved to suck her other nipple. My penis quickly became erect, and I felt her hand reaching for it, wrapping her fingers around my member and giving it a squeeze. She moaned as I gently bit her nipple and I snaked my hand down her stomach, running my middle finger over her slit. She sucked in her breath and arched her back against me. It felt good, making her feel good, and I forgot about my sullenness. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, tugging on it with my lips, flicking it with my tongue. I was enjoying her hand on my erection, but I wanted to explore her body. I pulled away from her and kissed down her stomach. She whimpered when my penis pulled out of her grasp, but then moaned when my lips reached her pubic hair. I didn't want to go down on her yet, I was still having fun. But I did tease her by flicking my tongue into the top of her slit and pressing down on the base of her hooded clit. She moaned again as I moved on. I ran my hand up her thigh, feeling her smooth skin under my fingers, marveling at the texture. I inhaled her scent, the heady musk of her arousal, overtones of her skin lotion, and the slight smell of sweat from earlier. It combined in my head and threatened to overwhelm my senses. I kissed her thighs and she parted them for me. My penis bumped against her leg as I moved between them. Instead of concentrating on her pussy, I moved up her body, kissing her smooth belly and then nudging against the rounded under-curve of her breasts. I sucked her nipple back into my mouth and ran my tongue around her areola. I felt it swell further, and I grinned to myself. The tip of my penis was very close to her spread pussy, but I respected my promise to her and didn't press my hips forward, as much as I might have wanted to. She held me against her breasts, pulling me close and pressing her pliant flesh against my cheeks. I alternated between them, sucking first one nipple, then the other. She bucked her hips against me, and I slowly kissed my way back down to her sex. I shouldered her thighs further apart and lay on the bed, my erection pressed against my stomach. I smelled the tantalizing scent of her arousal and parted her lips with my tongue. She was already very wet and I tasted her tangy sweetness. With one hand, I spread her labia and began to lick her. She responded against me as my tongue probed her hooded clit. I pulled back, teasing her, and sucked her fleshy inner lips into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. She put her hands on my head and arched her back again as I released her inner lips and concentrated on her clit. I could tell she was still sensitive from earlier, because she started every time my tongue flicked up under her hood. So I pressed against the base of her clit with my hand and concentrated on her slit. While I licked between the folds of her inner and outer lips, I moved my right hand up and slowly inserted a finger into her slick pussy. I quickly inserted another and she moaned. I started moving my left fingers in slow circles at the base of her clit, imitating the motion I'd seen her perform when I'd secretly watched her masturbate. She moaned again, and I sped the motions of my fingers in her pussy. She came quickly, her pussy clutching at me. I felt a rush of moisture surround my fingers and she bucked her hips against me. A long, low moan escaped her lips as she arched and tensed against me. When her orgasm subsided and she relaxed, I slowly pulled my fingers from her. She hissed as they withdrew, and I kissed the top of her slit. Her hips jerked against me and she tried to push me away with her hands. I resisted her, but started kissing her inner thighs, avoiding her sensitive clit. I kissed my way back up her stomach, playfully nipping at one of her nipples as I passed, and then rolled to my back, next to her. She languidly rolled against me and I put my arm around her. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked, wonder and the lingering effects of her orgasm making her breathless. "A friend," I said evasively. "Susan?" I shook my head, then realized she couldn't see the motion. "No." "Who then?" I chuckled. "It wouldn't be fair to kiss and tell." I was enjoying teasing her. She could tell, and dug her fist into my ribs. I tried to escape and she relented. "Gina?" she asked. My breath caught and I didn't answer. How could mom know that I liked Gina? Finally, in my best I-don't-know-what-you're-talking- about voice, I asked her, "What makes you think that?" She laughed. I started to get angry, but I quickly realized that her laughter was light and teasing. "Because she likes you. And you like her too, don't you?" "I..." I was at a loss for words. She nudged me in the ribs again, and she knew. She could hear it in my voice. In that one syllable there was a wealth of unspoken information. "What makes you think Gina likes me?" I asked, hoping to deflect Mom's startlingly astute question. "I don't know," she said, still teasing me. Then she took pity on me, and got serious. "The way she acts around you. The way she looks at you. Trust me, she likes you." "How can you be so sure?" I asked. I desperately wanted to know. My heart soared, thinking she might be right. She propped herself on one elbow, and I could feel her looking at me in the darkness. "Paul," she said softly, "I was a fifteen- year-old girl once too, you know." Thank goodness she couldn't see me blush. "Does she look at you and sigh sometimes?" she asked. My silence was all the answer she needed. "Does she touch you more often? Little things maybe, like touching your arm, or giving you a hug?" Once again, my gape-mouthed silence was answer enough. "Trust me, honey," she said gently, "she likes you." I closed my mouth with a clomp and Mom laughed. "Didn't think I was paying attention, did you?" she asked, teasing me. She laughed again and laid her head back on my chest. She chuckled deep in her throat and then we lay silently for many minutes. My mind was awhirl. I was frantically thinking about all the times Gina had done the things Mom had said. There was the orange, but that was a small thing. And the way she looked at me when we were lying out on the raft. Then she had asked me to rub oil on her back. And when we were on top of the rock, earlier in the day, she was looking at me again, and smiling. She took my hand when we walked back around to find Manfred and Jenny. There was the hug she gave me before we entered the clubhouse. I was in shock. And excited. And... My train of thought was interrupted when I felt Mom's hand on my erection. She stroked me gently. "Are you in a better mood now?" she asked. "Uh huh," I answered emphatically, nodding my head. "You want me to take care of this for you?" She squeezed my hard- on, practically purring. "I think you'll enjoy it this time." How did she know? I thought I'd fooled her. I'd come, hadn't I? Wasn't that what she was interested in? A million questions flooded my brain, but I didn't have enough time to think about them. I felt her move, sitting up, never releasing my dick. She crawled between my legs and I felt her hot breath on my balls. I laced my fingers behind my head and spread my legs as she curled up between them. She put her left arm over my hip and stroked me gently. I gasped as I felt her tongue circling the tip of my penis. She licked down the length of my shaft and then gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I inhaled sharply in pleasure as she tenderly rolled it around and then began to lick the other one. She washed my balls with her tongue for several long moments then returned to my shaft. She playfully nipped her way up the underside then wrapped her lips around the glans. She teased me like that for several minutes, licking up and down my shaft and gently sucking the head. Then she wrapped her right hand around the base of my penis and took me into her mouth. She quickly withdrew and I felt the humid air cooling my saliva- coated cock. Teasing me, she pumped my shaft with her hand and planted wet kisses on the head. I began to gently thrust my hips upward, trying to get her to take more of my cock in her mouth, but she continued teasing me. She was running her tongue in circles around the glans, and I groaned in pleasure. She teased me for several minutes before she took me in her mouth again. When she did, I closed my eyes tightly and grunted. She wrapped her lips around my shaft, about halfway down, and then opened up and took me the rest of the way into her throat. When she clamped her lips around the base of my cock, I thought she could go no further. But I felt her open her lips yet again and slowly take more of me in her mouth. Her lower lip was pressed tightly against my balls, and I could feel her nose pressing into the flesh above my dick. She clamped her lips shut and then moved her tongue over the underside ridge of my dick. I shuddered in pleasure as she did it again. The feeling of being in the back of her throat was exquisite. I could feel her muscles clamping down on me as her tongue continued to caress my length. Finally, slowly, she withdrew my penis from her mouth entirely. Grasping it by the base with her right hand, she kissed the tip again. "You like that?" she asked playfully. "Oh yeah!" "Will you come in my mouth? Will you enjoy it this time?" "Yes," I hissed. "I love the taste of your come," she said and then plunged her mouth down over my erection. I only managed an incoherent moan in reply. When she clamped her lips around my girth, she began to slowly withdraw, shaking her head side to side as she did. The feeling as her lips slowly raked over my shaft was intense. Once she reached the tip, she flicked her tongue along the slit at the end and sucked gently. Finally, she began bobbing her head in earnest. Since I had already come once that night, I simply lay back and enjoyed her sucking me, knowing that I wasn't going to come too soon. And in a way, I was right. She put her right hand under my balls and started massaging me. For a panicked moment, I thought she was going to stick her fingers in my ass, but she simply rubbed gently. The feeling was intense, and sooner than I had expected, I felt my orgasm building. Quickly, she took her mouth of my penis and clamped her hand around the base of my shaft, squeezing tightly. My dick swelled as she pinched off the flow of my semen. When my imminent orgasm had subsided, she relaxed her grip and began sucking me again, bobbing her head in long, slow strokes. She would take me all the way to the base, then lock her lips around my dick and slowly raise her head. It wasn't long before I felt my come boiling up again. Once again, she released my penis entirely and clamped her hand around the base. As soon as my imminent orgasm had subsided, she resumed sucking. I was madly thrusting my hips upward, trying to bury my cock in her throat. I felt my come rising yet again, and yet again she pinched off the flow. When she resumed sucking me, she began fondling my balls. I felt them begin to retract further into my body as the sensations in my penis reached the point of no return. She could sense my desperate need, and bobbed her head on my dick at a furious pace. Finally, I could no longer hold back. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I buried my dick in her throat. Her lips clamped around the base of my shaft and her tongue began rhythmically massaging me. With a rush, I clenched my buttocks and began to spew my semen down her throat. With each geyser, I jerked my hips, spurting my come into her willing mouth. It felt like I came gallons. I became hyper-aware, sensing each pulse of semen as it coursed up my shaft. As if my awareness had been reduced to my spurting cock alone, I felt her lips wrapped around the base, her tongue flicking up and caressing the underside ridge. I could feel the smooth walls of her throat contracting on the head of my penis. I could even feel my cock expanding with each spurt, filling her mouth completely. Finally, agonizingly, I felt my spurts dwindle to little more than a slow gush. I opened my eyes and saw stars. I realized that I still had my buttocks clenched, and that I had raised my hips, and Mom, off the mattress. With a start, I realized that my hands were clutching at the sheets, clawing into the bed. I slowly relaxed my buttocks and lowered my hips, releasing my death grip on the sheets at the same time. I felt her pull her lips back slightly. As her throat contracted to swallow my massive load, I jerked my hips again. The head of my penis was incredibly sensitive, and even the normally smooth walls of her throat created firebursts of intense, overpowering pleasure as they rubbed against my sensitive glans. She pulled back a little more, and swallowed again, causing lances of intense sensation to shoot through me. I jerked my hips again, involuntarily, and rolled my head back, closing my eyes tightly. As she slowly withdrew my penis from her mouth, I experienced a powerful feeling of pleasure mixed with almost-pain. The pleasure was simply so concentrated and overwhelming that it inundated my battered senses. Finally, thankfully, my saliva-coated cock slipped from her mouth and flopped onto my stomach. Once again, my hips jerked and I sucked in a quick breath through my nose, my lips closed tight in pleasure. I lay there, breathing deeply through my nose, twitching with bursts of sensation from my slowly softening penis. She kissed the base of my shaft and then began planting butterfly-light kisses along the tops of my thighs. Then she kissed my balls and inhaled deeply. She exhaled slowly, and her warm breath washed across my scrotum, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over me. Finally, she laid her head down on my thigh as I continued to twitch and shudder. After a few minutes, she crawled up beside me in bed and I wrapped my arm around her. In the still of the rain- soaked night, we both fell soundly asleep. ----- Copyright (c) 2002-2003 Nick Scipio. 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