Chapter 13: Straight Seams

DANNY WAS ON MOM like a small compact tiger as soon as Dad pulled out. Perhaps a small compact unpracticed tiger, if one were to judge by her giggles and outright laughter before her laughter turned to gasps and “Yes!Yes!Yes!” when the tiger’s enthusiasm overcame his lack of practice and he overwhelmed her. Mom’s smile never went away even when Danny lifted her legs to his shoulders and did his best to pound her into the thick rug we had in the middle of the room.

His thrusts made her breasts jiggle and swing, and the sight plus her grunts and gasps spurred Danny on. With a final lunge he climaxed. When he let Mom’s legs drop and he fell onto her and squished her, except he wasn’t large or heavy enough to hurt her, their lips met in such a kiss I felt their moisture and warmth and liquids as if I were kissing them both, and I almost came myself.

A week or so after Mom and I had inaugurated Danny, when their parents wanted a night out alone Mom and Dad said it was OK if we wanted to invite Ruth and David over for dinner and perhaps some games. The day had been brutally hot, even for late summer in the mountains, and us four kids had spent most of it outside, on and off the raft. When it got too awful in the afternoon we’d retreated to the shaded patio. We showered and dressed for dinner. When we were ready we looked at each other and tried not to laugh because we knew our clothes would be coming off shortly after we’d finished eating. We were not wrong.

We skipped the “strip” part of strip poker that night and went straight to dares. The usual rules. No limits, except “No” meant “No” as it always does. So far no one had objected to anything, even when Dad took Ruth after David went first. That left me and Mom and Danny on the sidelines for a moment, until Mom poked me.

“Back in a sec, Charlie. Keep an eye on them.”

Mom returned with the two marital aids and their straps in her hands. I got the smaller one. We used them vigorously during the evening, and the three males we pinned with our fake cocks squirmed and shouted and signaled their pleasure and our reward in the traditional male manner.

Late in the evening I was right on the edge when Dad approached me, stroking hard. I had a flash wondering if he’d make it to me in time. He did. At the same second he erupted my fingers sent me sailing over and down and each hot drop burned where his stuff spattered me.

Some time later, it was maybe minutes, maybe longer, I was too relaxed to care, I wiped my right eyelid where Dad had scored a direct hit with his last spurt of the evening. Thank god I’d had my eyes closed when he did and thank god he was almost out of ammunition by then. Mom’s right that he doesn’t normally need any extra help, but this time he might have popped a little blue pill before the evening began.