Chapter 2: First Time in Oregon

We had quite a long trip to get to where Tammy lived. First we flew from Pittsburgh to Chicago, a flight I’d taken before to visit my grandparents, but then a long one to Portland which was the longest flight I’d ever taken. This was followed by a small hop in a plane with propellers (another first for me - wow was it loud!) and we finally arrived at some little airport, seemingly out in the middle of nowhere. We actually had to walk from where they parked the airplane to the terminal! A sign stated the elevation was over 3,000 feet which seemed weird as I had never been to a place that was very high above sea-level before.

Tammy picked us up after we got our luggage from the lone luggage handler and then it was about an hour drive to her house. I really wasn’t sure what her husband did for a living but whatever it was, he must do it pretty well! Their home was in a beautiful wooded community with golf courses, pools, and everything you could think of. The house wasn’t huge but it was immaculate and decorated in an expensive but not gaudy style. No IKEA furniture in this house!

Tammy pulled into the garage and we took our luggage in and up to the guest room. Nobody else seemed to be home and Tammy explained everyone was out for one reason or another but that they would be back for dinner. The trip had been exhausting and with the jet lag I was nodding off so I left my mom with Tammy to catch up on everything while I went to take a nap.

I passed by the other bedrooms and wondered what her boys were like. There were some family photos hanging in the hallway and they looked to be quite a handsome family. Tammy’s husband looked athletic and trim, at least in the portrait, and I wondered if he was a dedicated to the marriage as Tammy was. I noticed that they had a king-sized bed in the master bedroom and as I closed the door to the guest bedroom behind me, I found myself wondering what it would be like to have him fuck me in that big bed.

So much for a nap. As tired as I was there was one thing that could always keep me up and that was being horny - a condition I was definitely in at the moment. The trip here had been uneventful, despite some earlier fantasies I had where I was earning my way into the mile-high club. Unfortunately, my mom told me that masturbation doesn’t count.! Now that I was actually at her house, her son’s bedrooms right next to ours and seeing the bed where Tammy slept with her husband, my imagination began to work its magic.

I stripped off my clothes and laid on my back in the middle of the bed with the covers still on. My legs spread apart as my hand found its way to my already damp pussy and I shuddered as my fingers found my clit, already hard and sensitive. My other hand held my boob and I squeezed it as my fingers began to work their way around my bare pussy. Hmmm, I guess I had better shave before meeting the guys. Wouldn’t want any stubble to appear around my bikini!

I must have been masturbating for at least fifteen or twenty minutes when the door suddenly opened and my mom poked her head in.

“Mom!” I whined a little at being distracted from my efforts. My mom just chuckled and grinned at me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you,” she chuckled, “I thought you were so tired?”

I just gave her one of my patented looks of exasperation and she waved goodbye and closed the door behind her. Alone again, I went back to the business at hand, imagining myself in a number of scenarios. Of course, all of them involved someone in Tammy’s family - even Tammy! There was one fantasy that really got me hot though. I imagined I was fucking one of her sons when Tammy appeared at the doorway. Rather than being shocked, she joined us and I got to watch her son fuck his mom for the first time.

I got off so much from the thought of that I could feel the waves approaching and as my fingers rubbed my clit furiously, my back arched and then I thrust my hips upward as if against an imaginary lover trying to ram himself deep into me. I had been trying to keep quite but I couldn’t help it when a soft moan escaped as I came.

I suddenly realized I was on top of the covers and was about to make quite a mess but at that point there was not stopping to grab a towel. I felt my pussy grow hot like an oven and then suddenly it exploded with intense pleasure, as if a bomb had exploded except this bomb was loaded with the most incredible bliss you could imagine. I felt myself gushing pussy cum around my hand and down my ass onto the bedspread as I moaned a little louder this time.