Chapter 5

Shortly after Dylan had busted his thick cream into his mother’s mouth, Kathy sent us home. She said she needed time to think about these new developments, and make some decisions of her own. Her husband, Dylan’s dad, would be home soon anyway, and she wanted to make sure nothing like this was going on when he arrived. I grabbed my clothes, quickly donned them, and headed home.

I was too nervous about what her response might be to do anything. I wanted to ride my bike over and see Dylan again, go for a ride, jerk off in the patio of the school, but I wouldn’t risk it, just in case Kathy was feeling guilt or shame about what we had done.

Two days later, I finally heard from Dylan. He rode over to my house late afternoon on Sunday and said we should go for a ride in the park. I was down. It was about 3 miles from my house but we were plenty athletic and that was nothing for us.

A few blocks down the road I asked, “So what’s your mom say?”

“I don’t know man. She hasn’t told me much, and dad has been around so I haven’t had a chance to ask her anything.”

I was a little concerned.

Dylan continued, “But she suggested we ride to the park tonight, told me to have fun with you.”

I turned my head so fast I almost turned my bike into his.

“What do you think she meant by that?”

“I don’t know ... but I’ll go to the Caboose if you want to.”

I knew what that meant. Almost every time we went to the park, we would go to this old train caboose that was propped up on 40 ft of railroad track, sort of a decorative thing. Late at night the punk kids would go there to smoke and drink, but it was our little public jack off spot.

“Yeah man totally. My balls have been aching.” I enthused.

When we got through the park gates and over the real railroad tracks, we took a swing around the pool to check it out at closing time, as we often did just to see if we could see anything. Nothing this time. But we made our way toward the caboose when we spotted Kathy’s Ford Explorer sitting in the nearby pavilion parking lot. She was alone. As we rolled up, she rolled down the window gave the “come her” finger at us.

We approached, and she unlocked the doors and said kindly but firmly, “Hi boys. Get in the back seat.” We locked our bikes on the rack and got in. The middle seats had been removed so we sat in the third row seating. There were some pillows and blankets in the middle section of the vehicle. She pulled out of the parking lot and drove around the abandoned furniture factory that was just next to the park. She apparently knew of a private spot to park and not be bothered.

When we got there, she instructed us to lay down the 3rd row seat. When we did, we found more pillows and blankets stuffed in the back. She climbed into the middle section, she was wearing a very “suburban mom” look of short athletic shorts and a lycra t-shirt. She sat back there, and we took up spots in the back corners of the newly flat cargo area.

“Ok boys. I have had my time to think. I am glad I was able to catch you boys before you rode off somewhere else. In short, you have awakened something carnal and raw within me that I simply cannot deny. I have lusted for years after so many men and boys, unable to truly live out any of my fantasies. On 9 out of 10 days I would have told you two to never see each other again. But you caught me on a good day, and that has unleashed the floodgates of pure sexual energy in me. So, here’s the deal. You two will keep playing just as you have been. As long as you both still want to jerk, suck and fuck, you have my blessing and encouragement. I will include myself in your play at my discretion, likely very often. We will have LOTS of fun together.”

“This next part is the most important. I know how you boys are. You like to impress. You certainly showed me how much you like to impress the other day. But you will not tell a single soul about me. If you do, I will certainly go to jail and neither of you wants that. I don’t care how many girls ... or other boys... (she winks) you find to play with, you will not mention me in any capacity. Understood??

“Yes, ma’am” we both replied in unison.

“Good. Now take your clothes off and suck each other hard. You’re both going to fuck me in the back of my SUV tonight.”

We looked at each other and got the biggest shit eating grins on our faces as we frantically started stripping our clothes off. She was also stripping, but in a slower, more deliberate manner. She exuded a calm feeling in the vehicle. Not dominance, but cool confidence. I think that allowed us to freak out a little but watching her strip; seeing her peel the sports bra from off of her gorgeous, firm tits; seeing her slide her shorts down her legs, revealing that she was not wearing panties the whole time; we were both stroking our own cocks almost mindlessly seeing her insane body once again revealed to us.

“No boys. I said suck each other hard. 69 for me.”

We had seen enough porno to know what that was, so I flipped my head closer to her and laid down next to Dylan as we enthusiastically took each other’s cocks in our mouths. I was starting to genuinely love feeling the ridge of Dylan’s amazing cock head along my tongue. This was a different sensation, as the top felt different on my tongue than the bottom as I had tasted a couple days before.