Meryl Lee - The younger the better

The surging column of flesh in his trunks was rampaging for freedom when he straightened from the tailgate of the wagon and headed for the kitchen, arms loaded with two heavy bags.

Jennifer saw the pole hardness rigidly vertical against the white trunks. Her son! In erection and in imminent danger of popping out on bold display. Her glance darted to the Pritchard windows and saw no sign of anything moving in that house. With a sigh as the screen door slammed behind his return, she pretended preoccupation at the sink when he reached her side and eased the bags to the counter.

What possessed her, Jennifer knew she'd never understand, but something needled her to dare. As he lifted the box of eggs from the top of one bag, she said softly, "Take it out, Bryan, before it kills you."

"Huhwwwatt?"

A box of eggs almost spilled open in his hand and he made a last ditch grab and prevented the disaster. The big disaster was already alive in his mind.

"I won't look. You are about to ruin a perfectly good bathing suit. Are you bothered by me?"

"Aw, hell! Look, you're my…"

Jennifer waved him to silence over her shoulder. "I know, I know! I'm your mother. And if I didn't ever give you sexual thoughts, I'd be a flop as a female. Am I a flop?"

"Gosh… anything but…!" Crazy vibrations spun through Bryan's brain. Right on top of the games with Celeste and that wild sensation of tiny cunt riding his big cock, the words he was hearing were wildly inflaming.

Truth sizzled home. He had a long burn for this cuddly caressable bundle beside him. She must have had her own burn to even begin to talk like that. Dizzying as it was, to Bryan it was a breath of fresh air after months of wondering.

He stepped quietly close behind her lithe, lovely petiteness, ogling the platinum page boy styled close to her head to accent her littleness. When he pressed forward against the impudent curve of her buttocks, she caught her breath and gripping the sink edge, waited motionless.

"I took it out," he whispered through the silver lightness of her hair. "Gotta do something with it. You scared?" His voice was brittle taut.

"I'm scared of only one thing, Bryan." She swung slowly around from the sink and her arms reached high to circle her son's neck. "I'm scared of secret feelings. I don't think anyone in a loving family needs to have them, do you?" She clutched the shaft and fought the swirl of desire that whipped her to drop before his cock in suck frenzy. "Are you scared to be yourself? Be what you feel!"

He grabbed the erection impulsively. "I feel like this so much!"

He aimed the want-ridden cock directly at her crotch and began to pump himself frantically. "I got so much to give and… wow! I got hots for you and for Celeste and for the twins and Denise and…" He was masturbating and grabbing at the same time. Tearing and pulling at Jennifer's halter! Shredding her bikini panties from her body!

"Gotta love… gotta love!" he panted frenziedly, feeling the soaring of his ejaculation and letting the passion take command.

Splattering semen, warm and wonderful, slapped Jennifer's front and stung her to reality. The boy was fantastically oversexed and deep in needing expression. He had better be helped.

"Celeste?" There was no answer from the door where Jennifer was sure the scene had been watched. "He's gone, Celeste," she whispered urgently. "He's out by the pool. We've got troubles."

"Only if we let them be troubles." Celeste sauntered into the kitchen, clad in her pink peignoir. "You did the right thing. He's looking to see if sex is sneaked or open. You did right."

Jennifer threw her arms around her onetime roommate. "Oh, I wish we were back in Gordon together without all these decisions. It's scary. What would the neighbors think?"

Celeste aimed a contemptuous glance toward the kitchen window. "What do you care? They'll think what they please and from what I saw last night over there when I came in, you're practically puritan."

"Tell me… tell me…!"

"Hello. That you, Jennifer?" asked the familiar voice when Jenn answered the fifth ring of the phone.

"Who else, Denise?" she answered dilly. She was irked by the phoney coziness her next door neighbor had shown since a celebrity came to the Quinby house. Irked too that Celeste had accepted the invite to coffee when she called Denise to see if she could come by.

"We are just so thrilled. Did you know Celeste has offered my baby a role in Carmen? She's sitting right here beside me and I could just hug her for being so nice!"

"Which baby?" Jennifer didn't like Denise. She liked her even less after hearing Bryan's admitted passion for the woman and her twins. Nothing but Denise's deliberate teasing had gotten her son that hot for the neighbor trio.

"Pammy, of course." Denise's voice was saccharine. "She's the musical one of the twins. It's only a choreography bit behind a see-through scrim curtain, but it's a fabulous idea. Especially using Bryan. So daring!"

Jennifer couldn't agree more. But it was a must to divert what had mushroomed to repeated home crises of Bryan's youthful passion. Celeste had stayed perfectly calm as repeated incidents occurred. Somehow she assumed the fifteen-year-old would flip out and if anything, at times encouraged it.

"You don't mind her doing the dance with Bryan… in a bikini?" Denise arched worried eyebrows at her coffee kiatech guest, casually studying Celeste's fabulous figure, dramatic in the scanty sunsuit.

"Heavens, no!" Jennifer was impatient to end the conversation.

"I hear Time may even cover the first contemporary version of Carmen." Denise sighed enviously. "And that Mister-Atlas-bodied son of yours is just gorgeous. He's got an absolutely natural rhythm for the dungeon dance with Carmen."

"I think he makes a nice Don Jose," agreed Jennifer. "But I didn't know they had rehearsed yet."

"Over in our barn last night. I meant to call you. Old place looks like a prison dungeon and we have the music from Carmen for their dance while Celeste sings 'Pres des ramparts de Seville'."

"Good." Jennifer didn't like Denise for another reason. She liked to parade her culture. She liked also to parade her body in front of Frank Quinby and that was the beginning of other problems, unless Jennifer was naive. Blind was the last thing she was. "Will they rehearse there again?"

"Yes, tonight. Celeste said she'd come check their dance before going for her evening performance." Denise adjusted the halter of her bikini top as she spoke, knowing why it itched. She caught Celeste's smile and her voice was animated as she continued. "Why don't you and Frank come watch? Those kids are a pair! So sexy it drives me woolly."

"That's perfect for the scene then." Jennifer got her own chance to parade culture. "That's where Carmen seduces the corporal Don Jose and he lets her escape, isn't it?" Affected nonchalance. Jennifer knew exactly Celeste's plan. They had worked it out together.

Denise seemed barely to have heard and broke in excitedly. "Those two are so expressive. Maybe we two mommies ought to set up ground rules. Your son is very responsive to Carmen's wiles and he's holding my daughter."

"I don't understand," lied Jennifer. She was sure she understood all too clearly.

"Well, you know what Celeste wants is one scene straight dancing in the most intimate 'old fashioned' way… two-four time. The old fraternity clutch, as they swing and sway behind the peekaboo scrim. It winds up in simulated you-know-what. Pretty shocking stuff, but…"

"But nice," interrupted Jennifer. "Of course, having a son, Denise, maybe I don't have as much to worry about as having two daughters. But it's a new day and if you don't think it's offensive, I really don't mind how earthy or sensual they get. Isn't it nice they don't try to hide it from us?"