Chapter 3: Spring

It was weeks later, and one Saturday morning I had Kate exactly where I wanted her: underneath me, panting, grimacing, grunting, breasts moving wildly as I held her legs up and hammered her.

"I'm fucking you, Kate. I'm never going to stop, understand?"

"You'd better not."

Another grunt. Don't think she wanted me to stop.

It was a silly thing for me to say, of course, because two seconds later I was done, throbbing, spurting, again and again. Kate wasn't far behind. I collapsed on her, dead, Kate holding me tightly.

After a minute she grabbed my head, turned me, and kissed me. Tongue. Eyes open.

"I love you, pal."

I kissed her back. And again. I didn't need to reciprocate her declaration of love. We were confident enough that neither of us felt the need to respond every time.

We separated, flat on our backs, feeling the warm air and little breeze. Spring was here. Kate rolled on her side and I cradled her head against my neck. I was thinking about what had happened at the pool earlier that morning.

Raining hard a couple of hours earlier when Ben and Kate and I arrived at the pool. Just before dawn, dark and really wet. No surprise that we had the place to ourselves. Not even Marie around. The Classic was only a couple of weeks away, and we all were working pretty hard, but we eased up a little this morning.

Kate and I did a few laps, then took a break and watched Ben do sprints, muscles in his thighs moving smoothly, arm strokes firm, cock swinging with each stroke.

"He really is hot, you know?"

Kate was grinning.

I moved over to her and took her in my arms. Pressed myself against her center.

"He sure is. Still got a cute butt, too."

I kissed her. Lingered a moment.

"Go for it, Kate."

Ben finished his sprints, breast-stroked over to where we were standing. Still breathing hard, but smiling.

Kate didn't say anything, just moved up to Ben and into his arms. Took him a little by surprise when she pressed herself against him, but he reacted quickly. His arms around her, then one hand down to her bottom to pull her in tight. Kate kissed him, firmly.

Ben lost in the kiss for a moment, until he remembered I was right there. Hand off her bottom in a flash, worried look in my direction over Kate's shoulder.

I smiled.

"Ben, it's OK. Let your mom show you what she likes, and do what feels good."

Ben and Kate back into a kiss, arms around each other, Ben again with one hand on Kate's bottom. I could see her rubbing herself against him. I moved around behind Ben. I could see his butt cheeks clenching as he thrust himself against Kate.

My hand in the small of Ben's back, then down to his firm muscled bottom, moving in little circles the way I knew he liked. I liked it, too. Ben broke off the kiss to turn around and grin at me. Happy probably doesn't begin to describe him. Being kissed by his mom, feeling her breasts and pussy pressing against him, and getting his rear end rubbed at the same time? Heaven is probably a better description.

Couldn't see, but I was imagining Kate's tongue down Ben's throat. Kept rubbing him with one hand, stroking myself with the other. Ben moving more urgently now, thrusting harder against Kate, then I felt his cheeks clench and hold and I knew he was there. So was I.

I moved behind Ben, placing myself right on the crease of his bottom as I softened. We must have been a sight, the three of us, Ben sandwiched between Kate and me, and we stayed that way for a few moments. Then I looked around and saw the rain was clearing. Other people would be arriving soon.

Kate, a little red in the face and still breathing fast, let Ben go and grabbed me. Tried to reach my tonsils with her tongue.

"Back to the house, now!"

So we dressed and got out of there. Sun out by the time we were home. Kate pulled me past a rather startled Frances, back from her overnight with a classmate and curled up on the sofa in the living room. Then upstairs and into our bedroom where she had her way with me. Or maybe it was the other way around.