Chapter 26: Presidents’ Day Weekend

[Author’s note: This chapter coincides with the second chapters of both “Abby’s Blackmail Attempt” and “Abby the Flute Girl,” which are different versions of the encounter Billy had with Abby Kowalski while his wife and son were out of town for Presidents’ Day weekend.]

February 22

It’s President’s Day weekend and Mom and I left Saturday afternoon to go out of town to a big gaming convention I wanted to attend. On the drive down there, I asked her what was going on with her and Dad and the Kowalskis. She blushed and tried to make it sound like it was just two couples being good friends, but I knew that wasn’t the whole story and I pushed her on it.

I told Mom about the times I’ve come home and noticed she smelled like sex and the master bedroom smelled like sex. Since Dad had been with me all evening, she had to have been with someone else. I added that, since there were also times I caught the smell of sex on Dad and Mrs. K, like I had back in December when we did the Tiny Tykes concert and the two of them were up in the flies with fake snow, my guess was Mom had been with Mr. K. She admitted the four of them are swapping mates. She’s having sex with Mr. K. and Dad is screwing Mrs. K. Sometimes they’re all together but usually they ‘play separately.’

“Please don’t think badly of us, John,” Mom pleaded. “This isn’t cheating. Your father and I have no plans to split up and neither do Charles and Linda. We’re just having fun.”

“I had most of that figured out already because of the way you and Dad still get frisky with each other,” I told her. “My only real worry, at first, was having Abby as a stepsister, but since I know that isn’t going to happen you can do what you want.”

Mom asked whether Katie and I were having sex and I told her we had started on Katie’s birthday back in January, and that I was her first. She told me that the first time was especially meaningful to a girl and that I should treat her with respect. Even if we broke up later, I shouldn’t do anything to make her feel like I used her just for sex.

“I’m not after Katie just for sex, Mom,” I told her.

“Not just,” Mom kidded me.

“You know what I mean, Mom,” I said. She has this way of embarrassing me.

“Yes, I do, honey,” Mom said soothingly. “You two look very sweet together. I can tell that you care a lot about each other and that’s a good thing.”

“Thanks, Mom. I really like Katie a lot.”

“You know, I really thought you two started having sex earlier than January,” Mom said. “I started noticing in December, when you’d come home and smell like you just showered. I wasn’t sure why you were showering before you came home,” Mom said. “It could have been innocent reasons, like getting sweaty doing some handyman chore for Becky, so I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I guess the fooling around you were doing even then made a shower necessary?”

“Yeah, we’d been doing some stuff since November,” I said. “We just didn’t have intercourse until January. The showers were Becky’s idea. She didn’t want me to go home smelling like sex.”

“I get that,” Mom nodded, “but smelling like you just came out of the shower was quite a giveaway, especially when your hair was still wet around the edges. Believe me, a mother notices things like that.”

“What about Dad?” I asked.

“He hasn’t said anything and I won’t leak your secrets,” Mom said. “He’s said he likes Katie and that you two make a cute couple, but he hasn’t speculated about your sex life where I’ve heard him. I’m sure he suspects, but even if he did know you and Katie were sexually active, his only real concern would be whether you were being safe. He has no more desire to be a grandparent than Becky does.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

It was late in the afternoon when we got to the hotel and checked in. Mom and I had dinner together, and I went and registered for the convention. It had started this morning, but the big star wasn’t going to be here until the next day. I looked around briefly and stopped at a few booths but decided to save the real looking for Sunday.

I called Katie on her cell phone before I went up to the room. I missed her a lot. I told her that I’d let Mom know we were having sex.

“She’s going to kill me,” Katie gasped.

“No, she’s not,” I assured her. “She would have said something a long time ago if the idea of us having sex upset her. She actually thinks we started having sex a long time before we actually did. What made her suspect is that I kept coming home freshly showered.”

“You did say she was always giving you that smirk, acting like she knew something,” Katie giggled. “Now you know why.”

“I guess so,” I shrugged, “but anyway, she says she’s fine with us having sex as long as we’re being safe. She doesn’t want to be a grandmother anytime soon.”

“What about your dad?”

“Mom says he’s either clueless or he’s OK with it, too. He hasn’t said anything to her either way.”

I was very horny that night. Part of it is that I’m 15 years old. Another part is that this is the first weekend since November I haven’t had some kind of sexual release with either Katie or her mom, Becky. It’s not helped by being in such close quarters in this hotel room with Mom after the frank sexual discussions we’d had in the car on the way here. It was mind-blowing to think that my parents were swapping with the Kowalskis. Mrs. K is a tall and pretty blonde with a slim figure and now I was wondering what she looks like naked and if she was a natural blonde. Damn!

I took my shower first and dressed in long lounge pants and a t-shirt before coming out of the bathroom. Mom took her shower next and came out with a towel wrapped around her, under her armpits, and it barely was long enough to cover her pussy and ass. Mom has great legs. Just as she was going back into the bathroom to change into her nightgown, her towel fell completely off her and I was treated to a full view of her naked backside. She squeaked in surprise and leapt into the bathroom in one bound.

“I’m sorry, John,” Mom said when she came out of the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to give you a peep show.” She was wearing a mid-thigh-length sky blue satin nightgown with lace around the hem and the top. It had a V neck that took a deep plunge between her breasts. A lot of skin showed through the lace and I could easily make out the curve of her breasts and a hint of her nipples poking at the material.

Mom said good night and turned out the lights. I waited until I could hear her breathing change and was sure she was asleep, then I squirmed out of my lounging pants and pushed the sheet down below my knees. My cock was already hard because I’d been treated to this show by Mom and thinking about the lovemaking I was missing by being out of town this weekend. I blasted a huge load into the tissues I’d smuggled out of the bathroom and was just mopping up when Mom spoke.

“Get it out of your system?” she giggled.

“Jesus, Mom!” I sputtered. I was totally embarrassed that Mom had heard me jack off.

“It’s okay, John,” she said. “I know all about being horny and I know you jack off. You don’t hide the evidence nearly as well as you think you do.”

“Still...”

“I know. It’s embarrassing,” she soothed. “I was having a little trouble sleeping, too, thinking about the talk we had on the way here. I feel like I need to explain more about what your father and I are doing with the Kowalskis and tell you how it all got started.”

“If you say so,” I muttered, unsure if I really wanted to be having this conversation with my mother.

“I do say so,” Mom answered.

“You really don’t have to, Mom,” I protested. This was such a violation of rule four!

“I won’t go into blow-by-blow details,” Mom assured me. “I just wanted you to have a clearer picture of how things got started so you’ll know and understand more about things.”

“Okay...” I said.

“The whole thing started when your Dad met Linda, Mrs. K as you call her. The two of them started having an affair right after school started.”

“I thought it was sooner than that,” I said. “Dad was so infatuated with Mrs. K that he spent most of the first day of band camp talking to her.”

“He’s admitted that,” Mom said, “and they did start running together in the mornings while you were in band camp, but nothing really happened between them until they went to lunch on the first day of classes. They talked until it was almost time to pick you up from school and Linda kissed him as they were leaving.”

“I remember they were late,” I nodded. “Both of them showed up at the same time.”

“The next day,” Mom continued, “they met for lunch in the park. They ended up back in the woods on a blanket Linda had brought with her. They didn’t have sex, but only because your Dad didn’t know what she had in mind and didn’t bring any rubbers. He did say they had a nice round of oral sex. The next day he came prepared, and after that they met pretty much every day for a nooner in the park.”

“Did you have any clue?”

“Not even a hint,” Mom said. “I only found out by accident.”

“How did that happen?”

“It was the day before your first competition. We’d volunteered as chaperones and I was trying to find when we were supposed to show up to ride the bus there. I didn’t have an email about it on my account so I looked on your Dad’s. There was an email from Linda there that I thought would have the details. It was something else entirely.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Mom sighed. “She was thanking your Dad for giving her such a good fucking the day before. I was furious about that but there was more in her email. The details of that got me so aroused I quit being angry.”

I didn’t say anything. I just let her continue.

“It turns out that Charlie, Mr. K, wanted to watch her have sex with another man, so she had your Dad come over and do her while Charlie watched from the closet.”

“Did Dad know he was there?”

“Yes,” Mom laughed, “but Charlie didn’t know he knew. He also didn’t know your dad had been fucking his wife for a couple of weeks, either. That all came out later. At the time Charlie thought she’d just seduced your dad on the spot.”

I sensed there was more to this, so I said, “That’s not the whole story is it?”

“No, and that one extra detail is what had me so turned on,” Mom admitted. “Linda said that Charlie came out of his hiding place after your dad left, dived right into her pussy and started licking up the load that was oozing out of her.”

“Wait,” I said. “I thought they were using rubbers.”

“They had been, at Linda’s insistence,” Mom said, “but they didn’t this time because Charlie insisted.”

“So, he licked Dad’s cum out of her?” I gulped.

“Linda said it really turned her on,” Mom sighed. “She and Charlie wore each other out that afternoon.”

“So, the idea got you hot and you tried it with Dad?” I asked. “How did that go?” I think I remember them going at it that night.

“It went extremely well,” Mom chuckled. “It also went extremely well after the marching competition while you were at the party and the Kowalskis came over.”

“So, Dad actually licks his sperm out of you?” I asked, incredulously.

“Or sometimes he licks me after Charles has had me, or vice versa,” Mom confessed. “It’s a fetish they both share.”

“That’s pretty far out there,” I admitted.

“Are you ... what is that word? Are you squicked?” Mom asked, concerned that she’d asked too much.

“Maybe a little,” I told her, “but I’ve learned with Katie to be open to new things and try to do what my lover needs me to do.” I’d had a few little tastes of my own semen by now, mostly because Katie was prone to kissing me right after she’d given me a blow job, but I had never licked up an entire load of it before.

“It’s a little kinky, I admit,” Mom laughed. “You should try it with Katie sometime. It might be something you both enjoy.”

“I don’t know, Mom.”

“Just keep an open mind,” Mom said. “I’m glad we can have this kind of conversation, John. I don’t want you to keep worrying about Abby Kowalski becoming your step-sister. Even Linda admits the girl can be a terror.”

“Thanks for telling me, Mom,” I said.

“Get some sleep,” she answered. “Let’s try and be downstairs for breakfast by seven.”

I closed my eyes and drifted right off.

February 23

I had some curious dreams right before I woke up, though, mostly involving eating a pussy full of my own cum. Part of me was squicked, but when I woke up, I was hard and horny. I sneaked off to the bathroom and jacked off. I caught most of it in a tissue but there was some that ended up on my finger. I stared at that glob of white goo for a couple of minutes trying to decide whether to wipe it off or lick it off. Curiosity won out and I raised my cum-covered finger to my lips and sucked it off.

The taste wasn’t too awful, I’d already gotten hints of it when either Becky or Katie tried to kiss me after sucking me off. I’d never gotten this much at once, though. It was actually the texture that was hardest to get by. It sort of hung in my mouth like it didn’t want to be swallowed. I wondered if I’d be able to lick it out of Katie or Becky. Maybe in the heat of the moment, with it being mixed with pussy juices, I could.

I came back into the room and discovered Mom was awake and sitting up in bed. She smirked at me and asked if I’d had fun. “You really aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”

“Neither are you and dad when you get going,” I shot back at her. “I can’t tell you the number of nights you’ve kept me awake.”

“I’d apologize but I can’t say such things won’t happen again in the future.”

“Fair enough, Mom,” I laughed. “The bathroom’s all yours. I’ll get dressed while you’re in there.”

We got ourselves dressed and were in the hotel’s dining room waiting for a table by seven.

Over breakfast, Mom gave me a prepaid debit card.

“It’s got three hundred dollars on it,” she told me. “You can buy what you want up to that limit here at the show, or you can spend some now and use the rest later if you want. Happy birthday, John!”

“Thanks, Mom,” I replied.

“I’ve also made reservations for dinner at a nice place near the hotel,” she added. “They’re for six o’clock tonight, so you have lots of time to hang around the convention.”

“What are you going to do today?” I asked.

“I’m going to get pampered in the hotel spa this morning and go shopping this afternoon,” she grinned. “I should be back by five or so.”

I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek as we parted after breakfast and went to browse around the displays in the big ballroom. I got a couple of games I had been looking at as well as some guidebooks to help me beat some of the games I already owned. Lunch was from one of the food vendors inside the convention.

The big star they were bringing in was supposed to do his thing starting at three. A crowd was already starting to gather in the secondary ballroom they’d set up for his appearance. I got in there a little late, so I was most of the way back in the room when they brought him on. It was awful. They guy was so drunk or high that he was incoherent. Most of the crowd started leaving and I slipped out with them. There wasn’t anything more I really wanted at the show, either. I’d only spent about half of the money on my card. Maybe Mom will take me shopping for some other stuff soon.

I decided to text Katie and see if she was free to talk. She answered my question by calling me. I told her what was going on and how much I missed her. It wasn’t so much about not getting my Saturday with her, since we’d been together after school every afternoon for two weeks. I just missed her. She missed me, too. She told me that she and Becky had spent most of the day together at the salon. They both had their hair cut, got their fingernails and toenails polished and Katie even got waxed.

“It hurt like crazy,” she complained, “but Mom says I won’t have to shave for a few weeks, so maybe it’s worth it.”

“When Becky told me about waxing, I flinched,” I told her. “I’m glad it’s OK for guys to be hairy.”

“Wuss,” Katie giggled.

“I won’t disagree,” I laughed.

I told Katie that Mom was taking me out tonight to celebrate my birthday, and we talked for a while longer, eventually saying goodbye and promising to text each other at bedtime. By then it was about four thirty and I’d had enough of the gaming convention, so I went up to the room.

I had a lot of birthday wishes to deal with. There were the usual publicly posted ones on social media that I spent some time thanking people for, and a couple of private messages, too. One of them was from my cousin, Lucy, who said happy birthday and followed it with fifteen kissy-face emojis. She told me that was the best she could do because her boyfriend would get jealous. I wrote back to tell her thanks and congratulate her on getting a boyfriend in time to go to the prom.

I was done with the messages and was reading one of the game guides I’d bought when Mom came in carrying a bunch of shopping bags. Since it was barely five o’clock, she was surprised to find me in the room and asked if I was okay.

“The big star they got was drunk, Mom,” I explained. “It was so bad that almost everyone left the room within ten minutes of him getting on the stage. I’d already seen everything else I wanted to see by then.”

“Aww, that’s disappointing,” Mom sighed. “How was the rest of today, though?”