Chapter 2: The Switch

“You know – the kids’ spring break comes early this year.”

That’s what Al said to me, one day in late January.

“Do you think maybe we should start thinking about what we want to do – maybe take a trip somewhere – maybe someplace warm?”

I thought. “Thanks for the reminder. Let me think about it.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

And that’s how Kyle and I ended up spending nine glorious days together at a couples resort in the Caribbean.

When Al and I finally got around to talking about what to do for spring break, we were generally agreed that someplace in the sun would be the best choice for four people weary of cold winds and winter coats. Now to decide on where.

We talked about Cancun and the Bahamas and Palm Springs and Key West, and all these are great places, but nothing really leapt out at us. So Al and I silently pondered these and other choices, until Al said, “Marie, how would you feel about...?” at the very same instant that I said, “You know, Al, I was thinking...” Since Al spoke first, I told him to go ahead.

“Marie, what would you think ... how would you feel about it ... if you and Kyle were to go someplace you really liked and Keri and I could ... you know...?”

I could have been furious at the very suggestion that we might break up our family vacation so he could spend it alone with our – his – slut daughter...

... except for the fact that I was about to suggest the same thing – that Kyle and I could find a lovely place in the sun and that Al and Keri could go do ... whatever. I don’t mean that I don’t care about them. It’s just so obvious that the two of them are getting so close ... And I would be furious – furious, except for the fact that I was starting to feel that there was something... special ... happening between Kyle and me, something more than just all the great fucking and sucking.

So, like I said, that’s how Kyle and I ended up spending nine days at a couples resort on one of the islands in St. Vincent and Grenadines called Scandals (not Sandals – Scandals!).

I’m sure you can imagine how we spent our first 30 hours there, leaving the bed and the whirlpool tub – and the kitchen counter! – only to answer the door when room service came to our cabana. But after we finally got our fill of each other, at least for the time being, we agreed that it would be foolish not to take advantage of some of the other amenities the resort had to offer.

We were at the poolside bar having pina coladas (trite, but tasty). I was looking at Kyle, when over his shoulder I noticed an attractive brown-skinned woman. She appeared to be sharing tropical drinks with a young man whose back was to us. I couldn’t see his face, of course, but it looked like he was young and well-built – not muscular, but trim – and his skin appeared to be almost the same colour as the woman’s.

At that moment, Kyle stepped back to allow the pretty bikini’d server to put some snacks on our table – and immediately bumped into the young man standing behind him. Kyle turned to apologize, and the young man immediately made a polite pro-forma apology in return.

It was the striking brown woman who spoke. “Hello. I’m Jemma. This is my son, Jeremy.”

The boy turned and I finally got a look at “Jeremy.” A good look! And what I saw was a very handsome young man with smooth, regular features and the same beautiful mahogany complexion as the woman – his mother. Oh, and I couldn’t help but notice the broad brown chest, and the tight round buttocks that were filling out the tropical floral print surf shorts.

“I’m Marie, and I guess you’ve already met my son, Kyle...,” and the moment I said “my son,” the woman, Jemma’s, eyebrows went up.

What’s more, I think she noticed that I had noticed her reaction.

An understanding passed between us: two attractive (scratch that – as I got a better look, I realized the Jemma was extraordinarily attractive) women, at a decidedly couples resort, with their attractive sons. But I needed to be certain before I accidentally said something that might turn out to be “inappropriate.”

“So, Jemma – is your husband here, too?”

She laughed quickly, then smiled at me, and her smile seemed to say, “I know what you’re getting at – what you really want to know.”

“No, my husband – Jeremy’s father – Nigel is in Greece...,” and she let that bit of information linger, “ ... with our daughter.”

And with that I was pretty certain what their situation – Jemma’s and Jeremy’s – was. Still, I thought I needed to do one more thing to “seal the deal.”

I replied, “What a coincidence – my husband is with our daughter – Kyle’s sister – at a resort in Southern California.” Then, so there was no way she could miss the point, I added, “They’ve booked a bungalow at an adults-only lodge, I think it’s called The Swallows..., ”

... and for a moment I got lost in the name of the resort – “The Swallows.” Yes, I knew it was located near San Juan Capistrano, and about the swallows returning and all that. But I couldn’t help thinking about all the other kinds of ‘swallowing’ that must go on at that resort!

Jemma’s knowing smile indicated that the point had not been lost on her.

“Well, I’m sure the two of them must be having a lovely time ... together ... mustn’t they?”

We dialed down the heat a little and talked about Scandals, and about our respective “rooms.” When I mentioned that our cabana had a small but fully-enclosed swimming pool, Jemma responded that theirs sounded very similar, “ ... except instead of a swimming pool, we have an in-ground jacuzzi pool – it’s really quite nice...”

Fishing, I said, “Oooh, that sounds lovely..., “ and let my words linger there.

She picked up on my hint. “Perhaps you’d like to see it – perhaps Jeremy could show you ours ... and your handsome son here,” she playfully – but suggestively – grabbed Kyle’s arm, “ ... your handsome son could show me ... yours.” The double entendres were inescapable.

“That sound’s like a splendid idea.”

But then I thought – maybe I should make sure that Kyle understands exactly what’s happening, and what it might mean for us – our whole family situation, for that matter. And if he does understand, is he one hundred percent on-board with it.

I turned him aside for a moment to talk with him so Jemma and Jeremy wouldn’t hear.

“You realize, Hon, this will be something completely new for us. I mean, it might sound strange, but we – you and I, and your dad and Keri, for that matter – we’ve been completely ‘faithful’ to each other. Despite our unusual ‘arrangement,’ it’s always been between just the four of us. Now we’re talking about possibly being involved – and by ‘being involved,’ you know I mean sex – fucking – with ... with other people. And how do you think Dad and your sister will feel about this? Will they feel like we’re cheating on them, like we’ve violated some rule, even though we never discussed it before?”

I was right to bring it up, but it turns out I needn’t have worried. Kyle told me he knew what was up from the moment Jemma introduced herself and her son to us, and, yes, he would be delighted to show “ours” to the gorgeous, mahogany-skinned woman.

We had already signed for our beverages, so we started walking down the path toward the guest cabanas. The last I saw of Kyle, the beautiful Jemma was clinging to his arm, her small breast pressed against his bicep. Kyle seemed to be very comfortable with the contact.

~ ~ ~

“Jeremy, you and your mother seem to be a very close couple...,” and let things hang there.

Jeremy didn’t seem the least bit shocked by the insinuation in my words. “Yes, I guess Mum and I are about as close as two people can get.” And there was no naivete in his reply. Yes, he knew exactly what I was getting at, and, no, he hadn’t any desire to conceal it.

Since we both knew what was going on, I decided that I would be bold and take the lead. I reached my hand out and lightly touched him on his chest, then let my fingers drift down the center of that lovely, smooth, milk-chocolate body. Feeling seductive – the older, “experienced” woman tempting the “innocent” young man, I teased, “You know, Jeremy – I haven’t been with another man besides Kyle since his father and I were married.” Well, not strictly true. The last time I was with someone else was 15 years ago, when I was pregnant with Kyle, and actually it was two guys, and I took both of them on at once, so I don’t know if that counts as one time or two.

“But anyway, if I was ever going to be with anyone else, I’d want it to be you.” I watched as his pride battled with his quiet, modest nature. It was so adorable – and that just made me want him inside me even more.

I could see the long slender tube running down the leg of his surf shorts, and I knew immediately that I wanted to feel that – and where! But he was being polite, so I realized it would be up to me to move things to the next stage.

“Jeremy, could you help me take my skirt off – we wouldn’t want it to get wet, would we?”

He untucked my beach skirt, then unwrapped it – unwrapped me – and let the now-superfluous piece of cloth drop to the flagstone deck. He put his hands on my hips, and without asking he peeled my bikini bottoms down my legs and to the deck. Then he raised his hands and undid the front clasp that was holding my bikini top. I stood in front of him, completely naked, making it clear that I was there for anything he wanted to do with me.

What he did do was say, “You are very beautiful, Miss Marie.”

He reached to unbutton the waist of his surf shorts, but before he could, I said, “Please – let me.”

I peeled his shorts down. Of course he was not wearing any underwear, and I could immediately see what was making that ridge down the leg of his shorts. It was longer than Kyle’s, but how much longer I won’t be able to know – at least, until I take it inside me.

And I know where I want to take it. I want to feel that long hose in my guts – I want that cock in my ass. Then I’ll know exactly how much longer it is! But right now I couldn’t wait, even for that. I dropped to my knees and took that long, thickening cock and directed it to my mouth. I wasn’t trying to suck him off, and there was no way I was going to try to jam that entire monster down my throat. Instead, I just kind-of made love to the tip, to the end of it, first enjoying the feeling of my lips around the spongy crown, then licking around it, holding it steady between my fingers while my tongue probed the little slit at the end.

Jeremy gently put both his hands on the top of my head. He didn’t use them to force me, or jam my head down his cock or hold me in place while he skull-fucked me. Instead, it was simply like he wanted to touch me, to feel more contact with the woman who was treating his cock so lovingly. He’s such a dear boy, and for the briefest instant I was afraid that he might not be able to fuck me the way I was increasingly wanting to be fucked.

I think that if I’d reached down and given my pussy and my clit a few flicks I could have cum right there and then. But of course, I had much more ambitious plans.

Without either of us saying anything, he guided me over to the lounge chair, and knowing what he – and I – wanted, I kneeled on the lounge, my ass raised to him.

He reached for the tube of suntan cream that was beside the lounge. I looked back and smiled at him, but then I had a thought. “But not too much, OK?”

He smiled a gentle smile, but he knew what I was asking. I could see him put just a little around the crown of his cock. Another squirt and he was massaging my ass with one, then two fingers – but no more. Then, with that gentle, polite voice and that beautiful British-Island lilt, asked, “Are you ready, Miss Marie?”

There was no way I could tell him just how ready I was! I simply said, “Yes, I’m ready, Jeremy.” And then, affected by his politeness, I added, “Take me please, Jeremy.”

And he did. He placed the tip of that beautiful circumcised cock against my ass, and he pressed, gently but steadily, and with little effort the suntan-creamed head of his cock slid comfortably into the suntan-creamed entrance to my ass.

And it was heavenly. I knew it would be good, but I had no idea how much I’d really been craving this moment. Still polite, he stopped, to give me time to adjust to the invasion. I didn’t need more time, though.

“Go ahead, Jeremy – make us both feel good.”

And he did. In one long, smooth effort he steadily pressed the length of his cock into my eager, waiting asshole, and somehow, amazingly, he managed – I managed – to take the entire length of that cock in a single stroke.

And he is longer than Kyle, it feels like maybe another two inches. Not that I’m complaining about Kyle. He’s a wonderful lover – a wonderful fucker – and I love him. But that in no way stops me from enjoying what Jeremy had to offer me at that moment.

Plain and simple, I’ve never had anything so far inside me in my entire life. As I thought – as I’d fantasized – his cock was so far inside me, in my guts, that it was like I could almost feel it against the back of my throat. That’s nonsense, of course. But still, in my mind, it was like I could feel him all the way in my throat.

And it was so nice, feeling so full – so stuffed – while at the same time not experiencing that discomfort, the sting, of my sphincter being stretched to what almost feels like the breaking point.

And I think I got an idea of how he and his hot mother spend a good portion of their “quality time.” Jeremy certainly knows how to treat a lady’s ass right. After the long, slow, initial penetration, he paused, giving me time to adjust – and to enjoy. Then a slow, steady withdrawal, again, creating the most wonderful sexual sensations, but of a different sort.

He stopped with his tip against my lubed anus, then repeated his initial invasion. The pause when he was fully in, then the slow, steady pullout, the pause against my anus – over, and over, and over again. And it was during one of these lovely anal excursions that I thought of Kyle, and of Jeremy’s sexy mother, her mahogany skin pressed against my gorgeous son. And then I smiled, hoping that she’s making my son feel as good as her son is making me. Also, that my son is doing me proud.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I don’t know how Jeremy and his mother did things, but I had to know what it was like – had to have an orgasm – while that beautiful thing was buried to the hilt inside me.

My hand reached underneath and found my pussy. I dug three fingers into myself, but I couldn’t wait any longer – I took those fingers out of my pussy and began rubbing my clit for all I was worth, and in seconds I was climaxing on that beautiful cock. I was afraid that my convulsions – and that’s what they were, convulsions – would cause Jeremy to loose his place inside me.

I needn’t have worried. Again, I had the feeling that that Jeremy and his mother were pretty practiced at this. He didn’t lunge, but he pressed himself all the way into me, maybe just a bit farther than he had been – and unleashed his orgasm, flooding my guts, deeper than they’ve ever been flooded before.

And he knew that he should stay in me, pressed all the way in me like that – me, savouring the feeling of fullness, him, the tightness of my rectum on his young cock, both of us savouring the warmth – of my ass and his cum.

When he finally, inevitably, started to soften – but not as much as you’d think – he s-l-o-w-w-w-l-y pulled out, letting me enjoy that magnificent tool as much – well, almost as much – as I did when it was going into me.

I just had to look at the beautiful thing that until a few seconds ago had been thrilling me, literally, to my core. Then I had to do something about it – something outrageous – something I haven’t done in a long time. I’ve never done this with Kyle. I think that deep down I’m afraid this would disgust him – not the act itself, but the fact that it was his mother who was doing it.

In fact, the closest I’ve ever come to anything like this was back before Kyle was born, back when Al and I were still getting together with those two other couples I told you about, and after a few drinks one night the youngest wife – Cherie – wanted everyone to see how outrageous she could be, so she got on their king bed and had Ed, Jeanine’s husband, lay on his back, and she kneeled over him facing his feet and took his cock inside her cunt. Then she told Al to come over and fuck her, and Jeanine and I got incredibly turned on watching Cherie’s young cunt stretch until she was able to get both their cocks inside her.

Then when she was finished and both men had cum in her, they pulled out and I licked and sucked them both clean while Jeanine sucked the two loads of cum out of Cherie’s cunt.

But now I was going to do it, only this time I was going to take it a step farther – a big step. I was going to take that beautiful long shaft that had just been in my ass, farther than I’ve ever had anything there before, and I was going to take it into my mouth.

I was hesitant first – who wouldn’t be? I took the tip and held it in front of me-- right in front of my mouth. I was actually salivating at the thought – the outrageous, filthy thought, that I’d be taking a cock – a stranger’s cock, really – that had just been in my ass, in my rectum, and put it in my mouth. And, yes, I could smell his male juices – and my ass – on that cock. And it was intoxicating. I couldn’t stop now – I had to do it.

And I did. I opened my mouth. Jeremy didn’t press, just held himself steady while I moved my mouth down over that cock, and I took that beautiful staff into my mouth and I cleaned every centimetre of it. It was too long for me to take all of it, of course. Instead, I moved my head back and forth, savouring the juices that still clung to it. Then I took my mouth off and used my tongue to lick the length of him, and especially behind that little ridge where the crown of his cock meets the shaft – the tastes seemed especially intense there.

I didn’t make him cum – I didn’t want to. That’s a totally separate experience, and now I wanted just this. But while I was doing this, I wondered – will I ever do this with Kyle – will he ever allow me to take his beautiful cock, straight from my ass, and show him how much I love him – everything about him?

~ ~ ~

Jeremy and I toweled off from our cool-down dip in the jacuzzi and moved our adventures into the bedroom, which was really their bedroom, when the phone rang. It was Jemma. She called to invite us to come over to “their place” (which was really our place) and we could order some snacks and drinks and make an afternoon of it – or, perhaps, longer...

When Jeremy and I arrived at their/our cabana, a pitcher of mojitos was waiting for us. After we all shared a first round, Kyle and Jeremy went outside to sit by our small pool. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before they were “exchanging notes” – and maybe (hopefully!), tips. Jemma and I stayed inside the cabana – and it was only a matter of minutes before she and I were doing what Kyle and Jeremy were probably doing.

“You know, Marie, your son is quite a man.”

Actually, I wasn’t sure what Jemma was getting at, so I responded, “Thank you – yes, Kyle is a very fine young man...”

Jemma smiled. She took my loose blouse sleeve in her fingers and pulled me a little closer to her. “What I mean is – well, you’ve probably noticed how polite and considerate Jeremy is...”

I thought I had to say something here, but I wasn’t quite sure what. “Yes, Jeremy’s a very polite, considerate...,” I paused, not sure of the right word to use under the circumstances, “ ... lover – It’s wonderful ... being with him.” I hoped that was the kind of response she was looking for.”

“Yes, Jeremy is. But you know, Marie, sometimes politeness is not what you ... what a woman is needing at a particular moment, if you understand what I’m trying to say...”

Immediately, I started to worry. “Did my son ... did Kyle do something that wasn’t...?”

Jemma put her hand on my arm. “Oh, no, my dear – that’s the farthest thing ... No, Kyle didn’t do anything wrong. He was ... well ... he was absolutely perfect.” She paused, and she took a breath. “What I mean to say is that, sometimes, an ... an experienced woman needs a man who is ... who’s not so polite and restrained, and your son, Kyle ... well, let’s say that my insides...,” and when she saw my confusion she clarified, “my bum ... are still ... how can I put it... ‘sensitive’ from what he ... what we ... did this afternoon...”

I was horrified, that my son might have been so ... inconsiderate ... so brutal...

“ ... and I can’t wait to feel him inside me again.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We were sitting around, talking about our families. She and Jeremy already knew that Al and Keri were staying in their own bungalow at “The Swallows” adults-only resort (well, Keri looks like she might be 18), and again I got a juvenile chuckle from the name.

Then we started talking about her husband and her daughter, together in Greece. I teased-prodded, “So while your husband and daughter are there in Greece, do you think they’ll be doing any... Greek things?” trying to make my “innocent” words just as insinuating as possible.

Jemma looked at Jeremy, then both laughed. “Yes, our daughter Jade has been enthusiastic about all things Greek almost from the beginning. She’s also a great aficionado of ‘the golden nectar of the Gods.’ In fact, if I know my daughter, I’m sure she’ll be partaking of her father’s golden nectar as often as she can.” Jemma smiled, insinuatingly. “She positively loves it. Sometimes it seems like she can’t get enough of it...,” she cast a smirk at her son, “can she, Jeremy?” Jeremy’s face darkened in a blush, but I also saw his cock twitch inside his surf shorts when his mother made her lewd reference to his sister’s penchant for things “golden.”

And of course, that made me think – is that something Kyle would like? We’ve never even gotten close to talking about something like that, but I wondered...

I looked up and saw Jemma – and Jeremy – smiling at me, a little smirk on Jemma’s face, like she knew exactly what thoughts that were going through my mind right then.

Her phone chimed, indicating that a text had arrived. She checked, then said, in her lovely Island-British accent, “Speak of the devil. It’s from your father – he says they’ve just arrived on Corfu and they’re having a lovely time. He’s sending a photo.”

Another chime. Jemma looked, smiled, and held up the phone to show us a picture, of a handsome – very handsome – dark-skinned man with a neat mustache – with his arms around a stunningly beautiful girl – and I do mean girl. She looked to be all of 14. They were on a beach, and it was public – there were other people in the background – and she was topless. And not only that, the man had one of her nipples in between his fingers, and it was obvious that he was squeezing it.

“Looks like your father and Jade are settling into their holiday programme quite nicely. What do you think, Jeremy? Do you think we should return the courtesy and send them a photo – perhaps even one with our friends? Don’t you think they’d like that – that we’ve made some new friends, and what we’re doing?”

Since it was her husband and daughter, and her idea, Kyle and I left it to Jemma to decide what kind of pictures to send. First, just a picture of Kyle and me, standing next to each other, just an ordinary mother and son side-by-side photo. Except that Jemma had positioned us so I was standing with my bikini-clad breast pressed against Kyle, and Kyle’s arm was casually draped over my shoulder, but with his hand cupped just below my tit, and my hand was at the top of his shorts with my thumb on the waistband, like I was just about to unbutton it. Nothing “obscene,” but quite suggestive.

Then she arranged the one with Jeremy and me, and it was virtually identical to the picture of me and Kyle. And the message was clear: that their son, Jeremy, has the same kind of relationship with me that my own son does.

Finally, the one of Jemma and Kyle, and Jemma was going to make the message in this one a lot more explicit. First, she took off her bikini top – or actually, she had Kyle take it off her. Then she told Kyle to stand in front of the wall. She moved back against him and said, “Kyle, Love, would you put your arm around me,” but when he did, she said, “No, I was thinking more ... like this,” and she moved his hand so he was holding her small, well-formed breast, “ ... and do this,” and she opened his fingers and placed them around the chocolate gumdrop nipple.

She took Kyle’s other hand and guided it down, sliding it halfway inside the waist front of her beach sarong skirt, putting her own hand on top of his, possessively. Then, as a final touch, she guided her free hand behind her, and you couldn’t see it, but you could tell where it had to be – right over Kyle’s cock.

“There, Kyle, now it looks like you and I are good friends. We are, aren’t we, Kyle, Love – aren’t we good friends?”

No, there was no doubt that her husband and her daughter were going to see what good friends their mum and my son have become.

Jemma turned and put a quick kiss on Kyle’s cheek and gave his obviously-thickening cock a squeeze through his shorts and said, “Hold that thought, Tiger.” She took her phone and attached the three “provocative” photos and pressed “Send.” “There. I’m sure your Da’ and sister will be happy that we’re enjoying our holiday too, won’t they?” Then a wicked smile crept across her sensuous lips. “Oh, my! Jeremy, you don’t think those pictures will make them think we’re behaving naughtily with our new friends, do you?”

Jeremy thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know, Mum. Do you think that’s fair, making Da’ and Jade believe something that isn’t really true?” He got out of his chair, unfastening his shorts and letting them drop to the floor, and stepped over to me. He took my hand and pulled me to standing, then backed me up against the wall. He lifted my wrap-around skirt and skinned my bikini bottoms to the floor, lifted me up in his arms – and guided his long cock into my pussy.

I’ve mentioned how “polite” Jeremy is. But don’t confuse “polite” with weak. Although Jeremy’s muscles aren’t as defined and conspicuous as my swimmer-son’s, those brown arms and that broad back were quite sufficient to lift my body up and hold it – and then lower it slowly as I felt that marvelous cock penetrating me – penetrating my cunt for the first time.

And he was so deep in me. That cock penetrated me to the point where my cunt couldn’t take any more, and even then I still hadn’t taken all of him. But with my arms around his neck, those strong arms held me while his hips lunged, driving that fine cock in and out of me, in a way I’d never felt before.

I could scarcely take it – the fucking, his cock inside my cunt, but also the nastiness of it all, being held up like a rag doll, right there in the same room with his mother, with my own son, watching us, watching his mother being treated like – like an actual fuck toy. All I could do was hope that it excited him – excited them. I hoped Jemma would forgive me for the fingernail scratches I was leaving on her son’s back and the bite marks on his chest and chin and jaw. The only thing that could make all of this more amazing would be having Kyle’s cock in my ass.

That would come later.

Jeremy’s dick was in me at an angle where it pressed against the top of my pussy and rubbed against my clit every time he thrust into me, or every time I humped my hips against him. I didn’t even have to reach down to finger myself, and in all too short a time I was yelling, “Cum in me Jeremy! Oh, shit – I’m cumming! CUM IN ME, JEREMY, BABY!”

I guess he’d been holding back, controlling himself, because no sooner had I’d screamed my filthy pleas into his ears than I felt that cock pumping inside me, pumping my cunt full of his thick young cum. I hung on, and while his spurts were diminishing, I licked his face – his chin, his cheeks, I even pulled his head forward and kissed his eyes – I think I wanted all of that beautiful young man – every part of him, not just that wonderful cock – inside of me.

I calmed down, of course, and I kissed Jeremy, and he carefully lifted me off him – off that beautiful cock – and let my feet fall to the floor, and I kissed him again, and then he led me – us – over to the small sofa (we spread a beach towel over it so we wouldn’t soak it with our juices, which were copious), and we watched as Jeremy’s sexy mother rode my son’s cock to a bucking, quivering orgasm.

We were all quite hungry from our exertions, so we agreed to order a room service dinner for four from the resort’s kitchen and spend the rest of the night “in,” which we all understood to mean, “in each other.”