J. McNab - The eager stepmother

Scott laughed and took the drink, watching the embarrassed woman straighten up before putting the tray on a little table nearby. "I just wanted you to know I won't forget you, dear." He watched her adjust her bikini top with a casual movement of her fingers inside the flimsy cloth.

"I'll make sure he doesn't," added Robin, grinning in order to try to give the older woman confidence. "I'm very grateful for you having looked after him."

Even though Scott had assured her Robin wouldn't care, Pauline Harper still found it hard to realize a wife would share her husband. She knew some people swapped mates. They said almost everyone did it in L.A. But it was one of those things you always thought of other people doing, and you never actually knew anyone who did. For her own part, an arrangement such as Scott was advocating – and his wife obviously endorsing – was almost too good to be true. It meant she could get that wonderful fucking Scott was capable of giving, and with his wife's approval. She sat on the edge of the chaise lounge, still a little embarrassed, as she sipped thoughtfully at the Tom Collins.

Robin Birks could sense what Pauline was thinking. She reached over and put a hand on the older woman's knee. "Back East, everyone thinks all Californians swing," she said, grinning. "And with that body of yours, it would be crazy to deprive yourself of good healthy tail."

Pauline gave a little shiver. Her sudden need for sex was somewhat frightening. She had even noticed herself recently appreciating the stares she was getting from strange men. "Maybe it's because I haven't a man to share with you," she said pensively. "I mean mate swapping is one thing, but two women sharing one guy – well, it's sort of funny."

Robin moved her hand up and down along Pauline's thigh. "Don't worry about it. Let's just act like good friends. Just pretend you're borrowing a dress or a piece of jewelry."

They all laughed, knowing that borrowing cock was not quite the same. They were still laughing when Barry Harper ambled in.

"I want you to meet my wife," said Scott, his face twisting into a grin as the youth's eyes took in the high round tits of Robin as she sat up on the chaise lounge.

"Hi, Barry. I'm pleased to meet you after all Scott has told me about you."

Barry unashamedly took in the young, shapely body beneath him. He was used to seeing his mother's big, melon-like tits, but these were simply adorable, and he feasted his eyes on them as they lay nestled so beautifully inside the thin triangles of thin cloth. "I must say you're very beautiful, Mrs. Birks," he said, a wry grin appearing around the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you. And now you should meet the kids." Robin called to Donna and Steve, who climbed out of the pool and ran towards the gathering.

Donna was thoughtlessly adjusting her bikini so that the twin tits were almost bobbing free. When she looked up, it was to find Barry Harper with his thick mop of reddish hair, brazenly examining her from head to foot, and obviously liking what he saw. A shiver ran down her spine and a tingling swept into her tits. "Hi, Barry!" she replied to his greeting. His mod haircut and the way he rested one leg as he stood admiring her brought a new wave of sudden bliss to settle in her cunt. He reminded her of a guy back at school she had always wanted to date but who, for some reason, never appeared to notice her. "Why don't you join us for a swim?"

"Sure," he said, his eyes settling on her thrusting, young tits. "I'm going to have a Coke first. Want one?"

"Thanks. I will." A welling wave of sensuality swept over her as the handsome youth held out his hand, taking hers as they both walked towards the refrigerator inside the patio doors.

"Better get one for your brother," said Barry as he opened the fridge door. Then as he handed out the bottles, his eyes went over her again, once again settling on the bulging tits which appeared as if they might burst from the top of the straining bikini. "You're nicely put together," he said thoughtfully. "I mean you have everything in the right place."

She blushed furiously and was annoyed with herself. "Coming from a guy in L.A. that's quite a… a… compliment," she managed to stammer.

"Left a boyfriend back home, I bet."

"No one in particular."

"You played the field, did you?" he grinned.

"I guess so." His continued examination of her tits no longer embarrassed her. In fact, she was beginning to feel quite proud of them. After all, the guys in California were supposed to be such swingers. To have one admire anything about her was quite flattering. "I'm really looking forward to living here."

"Here in this house, or L.A.?" The good-looking grin was almost driving her insane, and he was almost certain he could see the pinhead nipples ripening and pushing against the bikini bra.

"Both," she countered, staffing to regain her confidence.

"You and your brother sip on the Cokes. I'll be back in a jiffy." He allowed himself another long look at the shapely teenager, the first halting quiver going through his cock as it started to erect inside the tight jeans. He watched the firm, young ass as she strolled back onto the patio. "Jesus!" he whispered, running his hand over the rising bulge at the front of his jeans. "What a piece of ass. I can hardly wait until I sink my cock into that."

Afterwards, in the pool, when his mother and Mr. and Mrs. Birks had joined them, he managed to slip his hand wistfully over Donna's cunt mound. The first time, when he had touched her, she had given a little shriek which had prompted him to apologize for running into her. The next time, to his delight, she didn't even move but allowed his hand to stay at her crotch, his fingers pressing teasingly all around her cunt.

Later that evening, Barry Harper generously offered to take both Donna and Steve to the drive-in. He would have preferred taking Donna by herself, but it would have been too obvious to date the girl the first night, and a little selfish not to include little Steve.

At the drive-in, Barry was a little startled to note both movies were skin flicks. He hadn't bothered to check what was showing because he never did, caring little about the show but only how fast he could get into a girl's pants. Now, as he realized they would be doing nothing but sitting there watching sexy movies, he started worrying about the boy. Then he suddenly realized he would be watching sex while sitting next to the best-looking chick he had seen in a long time, and the first dull bursts of raw lust began smoldering in his balls.

Halfway through the first movie, Barry suggested Steve should visit the canteen. He gave the boy a five-dollar bill and told him to buy anything he wanted and bring back two Cokes for Donna and himself. As soon as the boy had disappeared, he put into operation what he called a test-run. It was something he tried with any new girl he took to a drive-in movie.

His arm had been along the back of the seat, and now he used his hand to turn Donna's head and face towards him. The next thing she knew his mouth was on hers, his tongue idly drifting along her warm, sensuous lips before piercing them slowly as their mouths gradually surrendered to each other's driving needs. She sucked hungrily on one inch of hot, juicy tongue for several minutes, failing to notice his hand on one tit until his fingers were digging into the base through the thin material of her sweater. She was undecided whether or not to object. She compromised by bringing one hand up and placing it over his.

The first full feel of the ripe, shapely tit had brought a ripple to his balls. He had suspected she was wearing no bra, and the feel now confirmed it so that his cock thickened hungrily, raising itself hopefully as he continued to move his fingers over the tit. At first the arrival of her hand on top of his had disappointed him, but now that she made no other attempt to stop him, he began a more thorough arousal of the beautiful boob.