Paul Gable - Turned on mom

"I'm sorry to hear about it," Anna said as she got up from the floor and headed for the shower. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to shower and get ready for the Sea Scouts' meeting. Greg, my son, is bringing them over here."

"They're a good group of kids," Anna said, getting up, too, and following her into the bathroom. "My son Kip's in there."

Anna felt her face flush hot as she turned on the shower. She almost felt like calling the meeting off. If Kip talked to his father before she felt him out further on joining the swappers' club, they might all be in big trouble.

"Is he coining here tonight?" Anna asked nervously as she stepped into the stall.

"He's never missed a meeting since he joined," Anna said as he joined her.

"Mmmmmm, as dedicated to the service as his father," Anna said huskily as she felt the commander's powerful hands soap down her firm butt.

"Nothing wrong there," Anna said breathlessly as he worked his hands around Anna's firm creamy thighs to her thickly matted beaver and soaped up her hairy cunt-mound. The woman groaned again when she felt the commander's fingers slide easily into her slackened snatch and scrape against her wet, slick pussy walls.

"I-I don't think we should be doing this in the shower," Anna stammered as she felt Anna pushing her slightly forward. His cock bounced against her taut butt as the shower soaked the two of them.

"Just don't fall," Anna said as he hunched and drove his cock up into her tightening, excited fuck-hole.

"Ohhhhhh!" Anna groaned as she closed her eyes and clamped her snatch around the commander's invading prick. At the same time she tried to think of a way to keep his son Kip away from the Sea Scouts' meeting that evening.

"Mom! Mom, I'm home!" Greg called out from the living room as he ran into the house.

"Hi, honey," Anna said as she felt her snatch spasm at the sound of her son's voice. "I'm here in the kitchen making up some sandwiches for the boys."

"They're not going to need much food when the action starts," he said, walking slowly up behind her and cupping his hands around her well-rounded butt.

"Hey, stop it!" Anna giggled as she turned around from the kitchen sink and threw her arms around her son's shoulders.

"Mmmmm, firm tits," Greg said huskily as he reached up and squeezed his mother's boobs gently.

"How well do you know Kip Golden?" Anna asked, changing the subject abruptly as she pushed Greg away and turned around to finish up making the snacks.

"Oh, pretty well, I guess," Greg said, shrugging his shoulders and walking back into the living room.

"His father was here this afternoon," Anna said, putting down the slicing knife and following her son through the kitchen doorway.

"Oh? Kip's always said that his dad's had the hots for you," Greg said off-handedly as he sat down on the couch.

Anna flushed red when she heard Greg talk about Anna Golden that way.

"Ah-hah!" her son said, laughing loudly and slapping his knee. "So old man Golden managed to score with you!"

"Don't talk like that!" Anna said in irritation as she thought about the news Anna had brought with him.

"Sorry, Mom," Greg said, getting up and walking over to his mother. He embraced her gently as she leaned her head on his right shoulder.

"I don't want news of what we're doing to reach him-not just yet, anyway. I don't know how he'd react to it. I'm afraid that Kip would tell him if we include him tonight."

Greg pulled away from his mother and paced the living-room floor slowly.

"I don't think we'll have any problem," he finally said. "Kip and his dad aren't all that close. You know, he always blamed his dad for the divorce, even though it was really his mother's whoring around that brought it on. I don't think we'll have any problem. Besides, you wouldn't want to deal him out. If you think I've got a big cock, you should see Kip's!"

Anna felt her pussy contract at what her son suggested. If his friend's dick was that big and fantastic, Anna hated to count him out just because of a few fears.

"Well, on second thought-" she began.

"That's better," Greg said as he headed for his bedroom. "I'd better get ready. The guys are coming over in an hour."

Just as Greg disappeared into his room, Anna heard the front doorbell ring.

"Oh, Chet! You're a little early," Anna said as she stared at the chaplain's bulging crotch. Behind him were Hilda, Grace and Marie. Anna wondered what the four of them had been doing in the car before they got there. She saw a large wet stain just below his zipper and guessed what had been going on.

"Thought we'd get here before the boys," the chaplain said, smiling as he walked into the living room.

Anna greeted the women warmly. She especially hugged Marie Moore tightly, wishing that she could strangle the bitch in front of everyone there.

"When are they coming?" Hilda asked, giggling nervously as she looked hungrily at Chet's crotch.

"In about an hour," Anna said as she signaled to Chet that she wanted to talk to him alone.

"What's up?" he asked as the other women scrambled into the kitchen for some coffee.

"Paul's C.O. was over here this afternoon. He told me that Marie and my husband are having an affair!" she whispered softly.

Chet raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "So?"

"So? I want to get back at that bitch!" Anna said angrily as she clenched her fists tightly together.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Chet said, slowly running his hands up and down her thighs. Anna closed her eyes and gave in to the hot feeling that was growing between her legs. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties that evening. Chet could see that easily. Her nipples poked angrily against the thin cotton material of her white blouse, and the crotch of her slacks was growing darker, stained by hot cunt juice that was oozing out from between her swelling labes. "You're not exactly the picture of fidelity," the chaplain said, laughing softly.

"This is different!" Anna said as she pulled away from Chet's grip.

The chaplain sighed and looked steadily at her. "Well, what do you want me to do?" he finally asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Anna said as she set her teeth firmly together. "But I'm going to make her pay for the trouble she's causing me."

"I'll do what I can," Chet said quietly as the three women came back into the living room.

"Is everybody ready?" Anna asked.

"I'm a little nervous," Grace Hoover giggled excitedly. "I don't think I've ever felt this kind of excitement before. All those young boys.

"We don't even know how they'll react," Marie Moore said a little apprehensively.

That bitch! Anna thought to herself. That woman was fucking her husband, and here she was, pretending to be Little Miss Prim and Proper. Anna hoped that one of the boys was an S amp; M freak.

She knew just the candidate for the rack.

"Hey, Mom, some of the guys are coming over now!" Greg shouted from his bedroom.

"Just like kids. Around whenever you don't want them," Chet said under his breath. "All right, just everybody follow my lead. Let them have their meeting first. We'll be in the kitchen. Just listen to me and follow what I tell you to do," he said quickly as Anna ran to open the front door.

"Good evening, Kip," Anna said as the commander's son walked in and nodded hello to everyone. She felt her eyes drop automatically to the boy's crotch. She wondered if what her son said about Kip's prick was right. He was a tall, slender boy with an innocent, almost babyish face. His build and looks certainly didn't go along with her idea of what a man with a big cock looked like. Then again, Nature likes to play funny tricks. She'd find out soon whether or not Greg was telling the truth about Kip Golden.

"Well, ladies, we'd better adjourn to the kitchen and let these boys hold their meeting," Chet said as Greg walked out of the hallway and into the living room.