Chapter 3

Anna reached down and scooped up some jizz that leaked out from between her slackened cunt-lips and used it as a lubricant to rub down her still-aching labes. Chet paced back and forth behind the couch as Greg lay on the floor.

"I think I can trust you two," Chet finally said as he stopped walking back and forth and leaned on the back of the couch.

"Why not?" Anna wondered out loud.

"Well, what I'm going to tell you isn't exactly approved of in the Navy Regulations," Chet began. "But if you'll go along with me, I can show you one hell of a good time-if you know what I mean," the chaplain said, winking at her.

Anna felt guilty all over again. Paul hadn't even been gone one day and here she was, dripping cum onto the carpeting while making plans to get more cock.

"Go on, Chaplain," Greg said anxiously.

"Call me Chet," he said, smiling broadly at the boy. "You know, I've just been here in Coronado for a few hours, but I see plenty of unhappy cunts running around." Anna jumped off the couch. She wasn't used to hearing such language coming out of a chaplain's mouth. Then again, she wasn't used to getting fucked in front of an altar either. Anna wondered where Chet Thompson had studied religion.

"Well, all the men are off for long periods of time," Greg said. "They're just like Dad-gone for a couple of weeks at a time. Some of them are gone for a couple of months or more.

"Right! Now I was stationed at Mayport, Florida, for two years, and I saw what was happening. These Navy wives were sneaking off to Miami or Fort Lauderdale to grab some quick cock. They spent a fortune in travel and motels when they could have tried to organize something there," Chet said, chuckling to himself.

Anna smiled at the handsome chaplain.

"And I'll just bet that it didn't take you too long to figure out a way to get them hopping into your bed," she said a little sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, it took me over two weeks!" Chet said, raising his eyebrows.

"Whew!" Anna whistled in mocking disbelief. "For you that is a longtime." "I met a Navy wife just like you who had two sons. But she came to me after she'd fucked them. I saw the golden opportunity for stud service in front of me. Pretty soon we had a good thing going. Mothers 'donated' their sons to the great cause, so to speak." "Kind of like wife-swapping," Greg said, laughing.

"Something like it," Chet agreed. "I guess we call it mother-switching, or son-roulette. It doesn't matter. What's good about it is that there aren't any outside people involved in it, so you don't have to worry about blackmail or the word leaking out. Whenever the husbands went out on maneuvers, we started some maneuvers of our own, Chet said as he reached down and stroked Anna's titties.

"And you want to start an operation like that here," Anna said, looking up at him.

"Why not? You and Greg would be heading it Lip," Chet said, walking around to the front of the couch and sitting down next to her. He reached over and brushed her hand away from her cunt-lips, digging his fingers into her wet, sticky snatch.

"Uhhhh! I don't know. I still think it's risky. Suppose we approach the wrong women? My God, it could blow the lid off the whole thing," Anna said cautiously.

"Mmmmmm! That's where I come in. You see, we wait until a woman comes to my office to discuss her marital problems. Believe me, there are plenty around this place. Husbands who give too much or not enough cock-or their old men have picked up V.D. over in Hawaii. After a few minutes I can tell if a woman's ripe for the kind of service we could provide. Then maybe she has a son, or knows of a kid who can help us. Pretty soon the thing snowballs," Chet said, growing more and more excited both from finger-fucking Anna, and from his speech.

"It sounds good, Mom. You know, I'll bet a lot of the kids in Sea Scouts would help out," Greg said enthusiastically as he sprang to his feet.

"The Sea Scouts is perfect!" Chet said. "Lot of young cock hanging around there. You think you could get them interested?" Chet asked Anna as he slid his hand up her tight slit until it rubbed against her partially swollen clit.

"Ohhhh!" Anna cried out as she squeezed her firm ass-cheeks together and tossed her thighs into the air. "Cut it out!" she said, slapping Chet's hand away from her woolly crotch. "If you want me to think straight, you'll have to leave my snatch alone." Chet and Greg looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders.

"I'm going to set this thing up one way or another," Chet said as he got up and walked towards the bathroom. "At least this way you'll be in the operation at ground level. There'll be a lot of advantages there, believe me.

"Come on, Mom. Dad'll never know anything about it. Maybe even later we'll get him to join," Greg said as he walked over to his mother and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"All right, Chet, you've got yourself a deal," Anna said, getting up and extending her hand.

"Some deal," he said huskily, grabbing her hand and pulling her toughly against his body. "I'd say it's one hell of a bargain." "Hey, if you two are gonna fuck around, I want to be in on it," Greg said as he ran up behind his mother and squeezed her ass-cheeks with both his hands.

"Looks like your son's ready for some more of your cunt," Greg said as he clamped his lips into hers.

"Wait! Mmmgffff! Wait a second. I've had enough for the day," Anna said as she broke away from the chaplain and ran for her bedroom.

Chet looked at Greg, then turned and ran after her, his cock bobbing in the air.

"Come on, Greg. The last one that catches her gets the ass!" the chaplain shouted over his shoulder.

Anna sighed and ran her fingers lightly over her sweaty belly. Cool cum leaked freely out from between her sore cunt-lips and dripped down to the stained bedsheet under her sore ass. She closed her eyes and thought of Greg's cock as it spattered more jizz into her sucking mouth. Both he and Chet had nailed her just as she reached the bedroom doorway, and had dragged her to the bed. While the chaplain fucked her cunt, Greg had crawled on top of his mother and given her a teeth-rattling oral screw job. Anna smacked her lips. She could still taste the hot, fresh flavor of her son's jizz as it spattered past her teeth and oozed down her sucking throat.

Anna's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. She wondered who it could be. Both Greg and Chet had showered, then gone out to get some dinner. She was supposed to join them at the O Club later that evening to discuss the strategy they would use.

"I'm coming!" she cried out as she rolled out of bed and picked up her bathrobe.

"Hilda!" Anna cried out in surprise as she opened the front door.

"Anna, I-I don't know who to talk to," the woman began as she wrung her hands together nervously.

"Is something wrong?" Anna asked sympathetically. Hilda Akins was usually calm and composed in any kind of crisis. That was why Anna was shocked when she saw her friend standing in the front doorway, apparently coming apart at the seams.

"C-Can I come in?" she stammered.

Anna nodded quickly and opened the door. Hilda Akins was one year younger than she was and, if anything, more attractive and lively. She was continually involved in planning parties, luncheons, dinners and banquets, something Anna attributed to her less-than-successful marriage. Her husband Carl was gone half the year at sea, and spent the rest of the time drinking and bedding down the camp tramps. Anna could never understand Carl's infidelity. Hilda was a firm-assed, big-titted bright woman with a head of long, fine black hair. Most of Carl's fellow officers made all-too-obvious passes at Hilda whenever they could. But at least to Anna's knowledge, Hilda kept her cunt to herself.

"Sit down on the couch," Anna said as she walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go in and put on some coffee." "Ohhhh, that'll be good," her friend said shakily as she sank on the couch and covered her face with her hands.

When Anna walked back into the living room, she found Hilda sobbing violently and shaking her head slowly from side to side.

"Hilda, what's happened? I've never seen you like this!" Anna said worriedly.

"I-I don't know if I can tell you," she sobbed.

"Hilda, your secret's safe with me," Anna said consolingly as she sat down next to her friend and wrapped her right arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, what's the use!" the younger woman said, springing to her feet and clenching her fingers tightly into a fist. "I'm sick and tired of being the butt of base gossip and jokes!" Hilda said angrily as her face flushed with shame and frustration.

"It's Carl, isn't it?" Anna asked softly.

"It's always Carl. It's always been Carl. Anna, just today I caught him in our bed with Emily Anderson!" Hilda said huskily.

"The Commanding Officer's daughter!" Anna said in shocked disbelief.

"Oh, God, yes. If it weren't for her father, I'd have ripped the bitch's eyes out. And all they did when I opened the bedroom door and found them there was laugh at me. Can you imagine it? Laugh at me while they laid there, fucking!" Hilda cried out as she paced back and forth in the living room.

"My God!" Anna whispered softly as she watched her friend sob and scream alternately. "But you know, Hilda, Carl's been doing this sort of thing for a long time." "Don't you think I know it?" she said. "But at least he's had the decency to rent a motel or something. But this. THIS! Right in our own home. It's a first, even for Carl!" Hilda inhaled sharply, then sank back down into the couch. Anna looked closely at her friend. She wondered if Hilda would be interested in joining Chet, Greg and her in their scheme. She certainly seemed to be the type of woman they were looking for. Too bad Hilda didn't have any children.

"Hilda, I've been talking with Chaplain Thompson today," Anna began as she stroked her friend's hair. She couldn't explain it, but she began to feel her pussy quiver as her fingers trailed along Hilda's silky hair.

"Oh, isn't he wonderful?" Hilda said, suddenly brightening. "And so damned handsome, too." Bingo! Anna thought to herself.

"He certainly is," she said to her friend, feeling her cunt-lips shudder again as she thought of Chet's cum-dripping cock. Anna was turned on more by her son Greg. But the good chaplain was no slouch in the sack.