Chris checked the mileage sign alongside the interstate. He was twenty miles from home and running right on time. Assuming that his mother, Heather, wouldn't be late, he should arrive home at about the same time she got there from work. Chris had been at college for several weeks and this was his first trip home since the school year had begun.

He reached down and adjusted his oversized cock into a more comfortable position. Every time he thought about his mom his cock would surge with hot blood. "Take it easy, boy," he said to his dick, "we'll be there in a few minutes. "

Thirty minutes later, Chris grinned as he pulled his Jeep into the driveway. His mother's car was there; she was already home. He hoped that she wasn't cooking, cleaning, on the phone or something, because he was horny as hell. Oh, he'd been getting plenty of sex all right. His fellow student, the beautiful, blonde Cameron, had seen to that. But it had been almost two whole days since Chris had nailed Cameron's tight pussy or since he'd relieved his sexual tensions in the shower.

Chris grabbed his bag from the back of the Jeep and headed for the front door. He entered the house and as he closed the door, his mother swept into the room. "Holy cow," said Chris reverently. His mother was dressed in a sheer, lacy, cream colored gown. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders and generous breasts. The fleshy orbs threatened to overwhelm the gown's shirred cups and spaghetti straps. One shapely leg was exposed by a side slit in the gown that ran all the way to her waist. The tiniest of string panties covered her shaved pussy. Heather was only in her mid-thirties. Chris had been born when Heather was sixteen, and she could still be described as stunning and gorgeous.

"Oh, do you like this?" she asked innocently as she ran a fingernail down the exposed skin of one luscious breast and across its barely concealed nipple.

In answer, Chris dropped his bag, crossed over to his mother and put his hands on her waist. "You look fantastic, as usual," he said. He kissed her lightly on the lips, and then drew her closer into his arms. He pressed his lips solidly to hers and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

Heather responded by twining her slim arms about his neck and kissing him back just as hard. Her breasts pillowed on his chest. They kissed hungrily until they were both breathless. Chris stepped back and tore at his clothing without taking his eyes off his mother's enticing figure. Heather smoothly removed her gown and panties as she watched her son's body reveal itself. Chris was tall, good looking and athletic. He was always playing one sport or another and he had the physique to prove it. His broad shoulders and well muscled torso led down to a narrow waist and then onto sculpted thighs and calves.

But it was hard to appreciate his big muscles and practically zero body-fat when Chris' huge cock was in view. It jutted from his groin in an obscene display of masculine power. He moved to his mother and, supporting her back in his arm, he bent her over and kissed her mouth hard. Sliding his free hand across her stomach, Chris dipped his finger into her pussy. She was already wet and more than prepared for his cock, but he was willing to delay his pleasure for a bit. He withdrew his finger and used it to massage the stiff little lump that was her clit. Heather moaned as her hands grasped at the hard muscles of his back, chest and arms. Her fingernails raked at his skin as she shuddered in orgasm.

Heather was still quaking with her cum when Chris grasped her firm buttocks in both hands and lifted her into the air. "Chris!" she shrieked in surprise as she scrabbled at his shoulders in fear of falling. She pulled herself forward and buried his face in her tits. With her legs spread around his hips, Chris eased his mother onto his cock.

Heather was hardly a small woman, but Chris held her aloft and pounded her cunt as if she were an inflatable doll. "Yeah, fuck me, baby," she said as she maneuvered to stuff a nipple into his mouth.

Chris' body was beginning to glisten with sweat when his overheated cock erupted up into his mother's clasping pussy. The hot blast of cum triggered another orgasm in Heather as mother and son clung to one another.

Chris heaved his mother off his still hard cock and swept her up in his arms. He carried her into the bathroom and put her on her feet on the tiled floor of the shower. His prodigious cum output was oozing down their legs.

"Well I won a little bet that I made with myself," Heather said as she turned on the water.

"What's that?" asked Chris.

"I bet that we wouldn't make it out of the living room before you had your way with me. I'm just glad that you got the door closed first," she said laughing.

"You shouldn't be wearing lingerie in the middle of the afternoon if you don't want your sex starved boy to act that way," he said.

"Oh, I got the reaction I wanted," she said as she took a generous amount of liquid soap and lathered up Chris' still rampant cock. "But what do you mean, sex starved? I bet you've been nailing coeds left and right." She emphasized her words by clamping her hands hard around his massive meat.

"Maybe one or two," said Chris. He took advantage of his mom's hands by swinging his hips so that she was rubbing his sensitive cock head. Heather bent over a bit and trapped Chris' dick between her firm tits. He loved the soapy silken feel of her skin on his cock- head. He had to be careful about his stroke; he didn't want to bang his dick against his mom's chin. The sap grew hotter in his groin, but instead of accelerating the motion of his hips into another gushing cum, Chris grew still so that his cock-head was engulfed by his mom's luscious breasts. "Jiggle your tits, Mom," he urged her.

Heather laughed. "We haven't done that in a while," she said, looking up into his eyes. She placed her hands on either side of her generous tits and began to work them in opposite directions. She alternated jiggling with grinding and short, soft stroking. She watched as Chris closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. She loved putting her son through this sexual agony.

To Chris, it felt as if his dick were being pressurized with hot cum. The tingle at the tip of his cock grew and faded depending on his mother's whim. But the teasing couldn't go on forever. Soon, his cock exploded in a fountain of cum. The stuff shot in spurts from Heather's cleavage. She laughed and giggled as the creamy stuff sprayed her face and neck.

They truly showered clean at that point. After drying one another off with fluffy towels, Chris and Heather went to the kitchen. Chris snacked on a sandwich and a glass of milk as she sipped on a diet cola. "So how's it going with Dr. Don," asked Chris around a mouth full of turkey and bread. She had been dating a medical doctor named Donald Czelosonkowski. Chris was a little jealous, but he knew that he couldn't expect his mother to put her personal life on hold for him for ever.

"Don and I are doing just find, thank you," said Heather. "In fact it's time for you to meet him and his family. He wants us to come to his home for the weekend."

Chris rolled his eyes and stuffed the last of his sandwich into his mouth.

"Oh come on, honey. Both of his daughters will be there. Faith's a sexy little thing, but I haven't met the older girl yet," she said. "Who knows, it might be a chance for you to actually woo a girl instead of jumping right into bed with her."

Chris washed down his turkey with a large gulp of milk. Leaning back in his chair, he belched loudly. He grinned at his mother's look of disgust and said, "Well, I might be persuaded, as long as you guarantee that the good doctor has a couple of babes for daughters."

Heather arose and dropped the towel that she had been wearing since their escapade in the shower. Chris hadn't even bothered to cover up. As Heather approached, his cock reared up from between his legs, fresh and eager as ever. She straddled her son's thighs and eased the bulbous head of his cock between her pussy lips. "The younger daughter is very cute, and I'm sure that the older one is as well," said Heather. "And let me give you a tip. It's bad form to talk about other women when you've got your big cock sunk into a hot pussy."

"Yes ma'am," said Chris with a grin as he shoved long inches of hard meat into his mom.

They left for Dr. Don's house the next morning after a light breakfast. He lived outside of town in a rural area. They took Heather's Lexus and set out on the four-lane out of town. Soon, they were on a wide two- lane road through the suburbs, and then after driving miles on a narrow country road Chris turned onto the doctor's drive. He and Heather went up Don's driveway, which ran beside a small stream for nearly a half mile, until the pavement widened into a parking area. "He must own a lot of property," said Chris, maneuvering the Lexus into a parking spot.

"Several hundred acres," said Heather. "It's been in his family for years."

Chris had stopped the car in front of a sizable home. Its architecture reflected the mountain that it fronted. The building had a rock walled first floor, and a wood shingled upper floor with a deck that stretched outward from a glass wall. Chris saw the good doctor arise from a chair on the deck and disappear from view. A few seconds later, Don was striding across the parking area. The doctor was a slim man, slightly above average height, with dark hair that had a hint of gray. He had sharp features and tight lipped smile.

"Hello, how's it going?" Don asked as they emerged from the car.

"Fine," said Chris, exchanging a firm handshake with the doctor. "You have a heck of a house."

"Thank you," said Don. "My great-grandparents bought this entire mountain, years ago." He gestured to the tree covered land rising behind the house. "The house was originally a hunting lodge. Of course, it's been remodeled a few times since then."

Chris and Don pulled the bags from the car. They entered the house through the downstairs entrance. Turning down a hallway, Don said, "One good thing about this place is that there's no lack of guest rooms." He gestured to a door on his right. "Chris, you take that room, and Heather, you can stay down here." He took a few steps down the hall and turned into another doorway.

Chris entered the small guest room. It was just big enough for a bed, a dresser and a wardrobe. Chris threw his bag on the bed. He heard Don's voice from the hallway. "Chris, when you're ready, we're going to have some rolls and coffee on the deck."

"OK," said Chris. He went into the utilitarian bathroom to relieve himself. The door to the bathroom was sprung, and after a couple of tries to close it, he just left it partially open.

Leaving his room, Chris went down the hall and then up a broad flight of stairs to the upper floor. There was a huge open space here. To his right was a large fireplace, surrounded by chairs and sofas. Straight ahead there was a dining table large enough for twenty people, and beyond that was a glass wall with a sliding door that led onto the deck. To his left was a kitchen where Don and Heather were loading up a couple of trays with coffee and plates of pastry. Chris followed them onto the deck and helped himself to the food. Sitting on a comfortable old wooden rocker, he took in the view. He could look right down into the valley through which he and his mother had driven to get here.

The trio made chit-chat for several minutes until Chris heard some footsteps and a young lady appeared in the doorway. Chris perked up immediately. The girl had dark, straight hair that fell almost to her shoulders. She had dark eyes and full lips and a deliciously compact body with full breasts and well muscled thighs. She was showing it all off as well, by wearing a skin tight top and shorts.

"Well, well, look who's up before noon," said Don in a mock-surprise voice.

"Oh Dad," said the girl, rolling her eyes. "Hi, Heather," she said to the older woman.

"Morning, Faith," said Heather. She gestured to Chris. "This is my son, Chris."

Chris stood and stuck out his hand. "Hi," he said.

Faith took his hand and gave Chris an appraising gaze. "Hey, how's it going," she said.

Faith wolfed down a couple of cinnamon rolls and a cup of coffee while the small talk continued. When she was through eating, she turned to Chris and said, "I'm going cycling to burn off some of this sugar and calories. Want to come along? I'm sure the old folks want us out of the way." She smiled slyly at her father and Heather.

When the outraged protests from Don and Heather died away, Chris said, "My bike riding skills are a little rusty, but it sounds good to me."

Faith led the way down the steps from the deck to the driveway. She stopped in front of a long garage and punched a sequence of numbers on a keypad. The doors of the garage rumbled open, revealing several cars. Chris' eyes widened in appreciation. The good doctor owned a Mercedes as well as a Porsche and a military Humvee. In fact, it was the first civilian Humvee that Chris had seen that looked as if it was actually used off-road. In contrast to the pristine cleanliness of the other two cars, the Humvee had muddy tires and the bodywork was dirty and scratched.

Faith followed his gaze and said, "We drive ol' Nellybelle on the mountain. It's hard to keep clean."

"Nellybelle?" asked Chris.

"Dad told me where that name came from but I don't remember," Faith said. She had stopped in front of several bikes that were racked neatly on the wall. She heaved a trail bike off its perch and put it on the ground, pushing it at Chris. "One for you," she said. She pulled another bike off the wall for herself and then took a couple of helmets off a shelf. She handed one of the helmets to Chris. When he fumbled at the buckle, she said, "Let me help you with that." She settled the helmet on his head and reached upward to fasten the strap under his chin.

Chris thoroughly enjoyed her scent as Faith worked. When she finished he gave her a sincere smile and said, "Thanks."

They locked eyes for a moment and then Faith proceeded to show him how to adjust the seat and how to shift the gears on the bike. They coasted down the length of the drive and stopped at the public road. Faith pointed to her left and said, "We could go this way and take a couple of back roads. It's pretty flat." She pointed to her right. "Or we could go up the mountain and come back down on our property. It's a tougher ride." She said the last part with a smile and a challenge in her tone.

Chris couldn't resist that of course. "I could use a good workout. Let's go up the mountain."

"OK," said Faith, and she pedaled off.

The road rose on a gentle grade for a mile, but then it took a sharp curve and steepened considerably. Chris had to hunt for the proper gear and by that time Faith had pulled in front by twenty yards. Chris stood up on the pedals in order to pull even. He rode beside Faith for a while, and then the road became steeper once again. Once more, Chris had to hunt for a lower gear. Faith had moved up the road and Chris was beginning to feel the strain. He was in good shape, but he wasn't used to cycling. He had to ignore the burn in his leg muscles and the sweat that was beginning to soak his tee shirt. He locked his gaze on the muscular sway of Faith's shapely ass as she pedaled along. No longer trying to catch her, he settled for simply maintaining the distance between them.

Just when Chris was convinced that his thighs were going to melt down and that this little slice of hell would never end, Faith pulled off the road onto the gravel verge. He stopped beside her, breathing heavily. Exposing his well muscled torso, he pulled up the end of his shirttail and used it to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Congratulations," said Faith. She sounded a bit winded herself.

"On what, staying alive?" asked Chris. He couldn't help but notice that she had sweated through her top. He could clearly see the outline of her bra through the damp material.

"I think you're the first guy I ever brought up here who didn't have to stop, or didn't whine about the pace all the way," she said with a laugh.

"At least it'll be an easy ride back down," Chris said, looking back over his shoulder at the sloping road they had just covered.

"Don't bet on it," she said with a mischievous grin. And with that she turned her bike and plunged off the road and into the woods.

"Oh shit," mumbled Chris as he pushed off in pursuit. Despite its steepness, the ride down the mountain wasn't much faster than the exhausting ride up had been. He followed Faith along a barely discernable trail, slipping and sliding in the dirt and the leaves all the way. Finally they turned onto an old logging road that was little more than a couple of ruts carved into the side of the mountain.

After a while Faith stopped beside a concrete box that jutted from the mountainside road bank. Water poured from a pipe that emerged from the side of the box near its top. Faith reached into a cleft where the bank and the box met and pulled out a metal cup. She rinsed it out carefully in the stream of water and then after filling the cup, she offered it to Chris.

"Spring water?" asked Chris as he took the cup and examined its contents for debris.

"Yeah," said Faith. "This box is the reservoir and this pipe is the runoff. There's another pipe underground that feeds water to a cabin just down the road."

Chris downed the cold, refreshing water in a gulp. He handed the cup back to Faith who took a drink and then offered more water to Chris. "So you have another place up here?" he asked as he took the cup.

"It's just a shack really," said Faith. "My dad loans it out to his buddies for deer hunting."

They remounted their bikes and continued down the road. Almost immediately they came to a nearly level clearing about an acre in size. The shack or cabin sat in the middle of the open space. The shack looked like someone had parked an old travel trailer on the spot and then built a room onto it using scrap lumber and tin sheeting. The doctor's Humvee, Nellybelle, was parked next to the rickety looking structure.

"Well, look who's here," said Chris.

"Yeah, I wonder what they're doing up here?" said Faith as if she knew that Heather as well as Don were both here, and she knew exactly what they were doing.

"I guess we could go take a peek," said Chris. They rode their bikes closer to the cabin, quietly walking the last steps. Faith looked in a window and gasped in surprise. She motioned to Chris and he looked over her head into the window. Heather and Don were completely nude and happily humping away on an old metal-framed bed. Heather was on her back with her legs spread wide. Her hands were on Don's ass, urging him on as he pumped away.

"Wow, look at that," whispered Faith.

"Yeah," agreed Chris. He put his hands on her shoulders and stepped close enough so that his rapidly filling dick nudged her ass.

Don suddenly sat up on his knees. His thick dick waved around in the air. It was nowhere near the size of Chris' equipment, but it was pretty impressive nonetheless. For a second, Chris thought they had finished, but then Heather turned over onto her knees. Her plush ass waved invitingly and Don plugged right in. He grabbed Heather's hips and resumed ravaging her steaming cunt. Heather's breasts jiggled and bounced in time with his thrusts.

Chris felt a pressure on his dick and realized that Faith was pressing backwards. He began to grind his hips against her ass and his cock started to ache, filling with hot blood and desire. He wasn't sure how Faith would react, but it quickly became clear that Faith knew exactly what was going on. In fact, she looked over her shoulder and gave him an encouraging grin. Chris grinned right back and decided that he would take advantage of the situation. Pulling out his lengthy cock, he spread his legs wide and lowered his crotch, sliding his cock between the silky smooth legs of Faith's shorts. She gasped when she saw his dick emerge from her crotch. The thing was huge. She had seen a few dicks in her young life, but none of them approached this size, and this was just the length of meat that was protruding from between her legs, never mind the part she couldn't see.

Faith wrapped her fingers around Chris' cock. It took both hands order to completely encompass his girth. At that point, he drew his cock back and then thrust it forward once again. Faith got the idea immediately and began to move her hands in time with his plunging dick. Her experience with boys told her that it wouldn't be long before he would loosen his load. And she certainly didn't see anything wrong with taking care of herself either. She angled her hips so that Chris's cock was pressing the material of her shorts and panties against her clit.

Chris swung his hips in an easy rhythm. This had to be his strangest sex act ever. Here he was, watching his mom get nailed by her boyfriend, while the boyfriend's daughter jerked him off from between her legs. And judging by the way she wallowed about on top of his cock, it looked as if she was enjoying things too.

Thick drops of clear, slick liquid pulsed from the end of Chris' cock. At first Faith thought that he was cumming, but the stuff didn't stop, and his cock was certainly stiff as ever. Then she recognized that the stuff was actually pre-cum. He was making a steady stream of the oily fluid. In fact her hands were bathed in it. She quickened her hand-dance and pulled Chris' cock-shaft even tighter against her clit.

"Fuck me, Don. Come on, baby, pound my cunt," Faith heard Heather cry out from inside the cabin.

Yeah, fuck her hard, daddy. Fuck her brains out, thought Faith. The smack, smack, smack of their steady screwing came through the window. She bent over so as to get even more pressure on her clit. She felt the hot waves of pressure build and recede in her pussy. A few more frantic hip grinds and there it was. The wave that built until it crashed over and she was cumming hard, her hot breath fogging the window only inches from her face.

Faith was still feeling shudders from her cuntal spasms when she heard Chris draw a long breath. He seemed to hold it forever and then she felt a warm blast of moist air on her neck. She looked down to see a long rope of semen erupt from his cock. The head had swollen until it looked positively angry. Another rush of cum jetted from his cock and landed with a splat against the side of the cabin. She milked at his streaming penis with both hands. After more cum than she thought possible, Faith finally saw a last thumb sized glob of the milky stuff drip from Chris' cock-head and fall to the ground.

A minute later the two lovers were quietly back on their bikes and headed on down the mountain. Chris saw why the Humvee was needed. The road was mostly a series of washed out ruts, boulders, mud and loose rock. There was no time for conversation as he fought to remain upright on the ride back to the house. But at last they arrived at the garage. He was putting the bikes back on their racks when Faith said, "You know, you're just huge, aren't you?"

Chris smiled as he removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his thick hair. He assumed she wasn't talking about his height. "Yeah, I've been told that," he said.

Faith was about to say something else when there was the sudden clattering roar of a diesel engine and the Humvee, bearing Heather and Don, pulled into the garage. Heather stepped lightly from the vehicle and smiled at Chris and Faith. "Have a good ride?" she asked.

"Yeah, very revealing and...uh...invigorating," said Chris. Faith only giggled.

Don gingerly climbed out of the driver's seat. He arched his back and shrugged his shoulders as if he was setting his body parts back into place. Apparently, Heather had really worked him over. "Well, I'm starving," he announced. "I hope everyone is ready for lunch."

After everyone cleaned up, Heather and Faith made sandwiches. They all went back onto the deck to eat. When they finished lunch, a sort of general lethargy set in. Faith went to her room, while Chris, Heather and Don stayed on the deck in the afternoon sun. Heather and Don were having a low voiced conversation, and Chris had taken to a lounger for a little nap when someone drove up and parked beneath the deck. "There they are," said Don. He stood and walked to the top of the stairs that led off the deck.

Chris was drowsy and comfortable where he lay, but he stood politely as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. There were cries of greeting from Don and then a young couple stepped onto the deck. She was tall and slim with dark blonde hair and an engaging smile. Heather exchanged a brief handshake with the girl. It was evident that they had never met before. She shook hands with the guy as Don introduced him. "And this is Heather's son, Chris," said Don as he gestured at Chris.

It was all Chris could do to keep his mouth from falling open and his eyes from popping out of their sockets. The girl was Cameron. She was the girl from college that he had been banging on a regular basis. "Chris!" Cameron squealed as she bounded across the deck and wrapped her arms about his shoulders in a hug.

"Hi," Chris said, thoroughly confused. He gave her an awkward pat on the back.

"I knew that Heather had a son, but I had no idea that it was you," Cameron said, grinning.

"Your last name certainly isn't," said Chris, trying to sort out his confusion. As far as he knew, her last name was Daily.

"Czelosonkowski's too awkward for someone who wants to get into show business. I use my mother's maiden name, Daily."

"Well, why wouldn't you use it everyday?" asked Chris mischievously. That got a groan and shot to the arm from Cameron. After everyone marveled at the coincidence that Chris and Cameron knew one another, but not that they knew their mother and father were dating, Chris was introduced to Cameron's fiance. His name was Fred Porter.

Immediately, Chris wondered what Cameron saw in this guy. He looked like a nerd who was uncomfortable without his business suit. He was maybe an inch shorter than Cameron. His dark hair was cut and combed to perfection. The navy pinstripe in his button down shirt matched his blue slacks. Even his belt and loafers matched.

"Nice to meet you," said Fred as he gave Chris a handshake that lasted a bit too long. "Cameron mentioned that you and she had worked on a project together at school."

"Yeah, that was exciting," said Chris. Everyone took a seat and he and Cameron recounted that little story. He had been the unsuspecting dupe in one of those TV ambush shows. Cameron had been in on the production. The whole thing had very nearly ended badly when Chris had to be stopped from beating a man to death. Chris had thought that the man had slit Cameron's throat. Of course it was all faked and in the end, Cameron had seen to it that Chris was well compensated for his trouble.

Later, after a huge dinner and more polite conversation than he thought he could bear, Chris found himself alone in his room. It was only a bit past eleven, and he wasn't feeling sleepy. He turned on the small television set that sat on the dresser across his room and proceeded to flick through the channels. Stopping at one of the movie channels, he watched as a teenaged couple groped one another in the backseat of a car. In between wet, sloppy kissed, the boy managed to undress the well endowed girl down to her bra and panties. His hand was slowly creeping up her naked inner thigh when they both froze at some mysterious sound. Well, you're dead meat, thought Chris. No doubt some monster or maniac was about to attack.

He surfed to the next channel, but his mind was still on the hot teens. He began to feel a rise in his jeans. "Not a good time to get horny," he told himself. There were three perfectly good pussies in the house, but it wasn't a good idea for him to make a move toward any of them. His mother had probably sneaked upstairs to be with Don. Cameron would likely shack up with Fred, despite the fact that her father had put them in separate rooms. And Chris wasn't entirely sure where, in the huge, rambling house, Faith's room was situated, and he didn't want to go stumbling about in the dark to find it. He was about to settle on a date with Ms. Palm and the Finger sisters, when there was a soft tap at his door.

"Come in," he called out. His door opened and his mother entered. She was wearing a demure cotton nightgown that buttoned at the throat. Locking the door, she walked over to the bed where Chris lay.

"Well, hello," said Chris. "I thought you might be with your boyfriend."

She shrugged. "I was with him early this afternoon. In fact, I was with him so much, I think he'd be pretty well useless tonight."

"Oh, so I'm your backup guy," teased Chris.

Heather walked over to his bed. She lifted one foot and sat it on top of the mattress so that her gown swept open behind her upraised leg, revealing that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. "I didn't think you'd mind," she said seductively.

Chris could see his mother's vaginal lips were already puffy with desire. He reached up and sunk his middle finger into the sultry wetness of her love canal as his thumb swished back and forth on her clit. "No, you know I don't mind," he said with an evil grin.

Heather felt her legs going weak with passion. She was only a second away from joining her son on the bed when there was a knock at the door and someone tried to turn the knob.

"Who's there?" asked Chris, reluctantly withdrawing his digit from his mother's pussy.

"It's Faith," came the reply in a stage whisper.

Heather looked at Chris in a half surprised, half amused way. He could only give her an exaggerated shrug of the shoulders. "I'll hide in the bathroom," she said in a whisper that couldn't carry through the door.

Just as Chris had found earlier, she couldn't get the bathroom door to close. Chris waited until she was situated in a darkened corner before he opened the bedroom door. Faith entered the room and looked around. "Hey," she said. "I thought I heard voices."

"Mmm...I guess it was the TV," Chris said, leaping at the obvious lie. He noticed that she was wearing a night shirt that looked like an oversized football jersey. She certainly wasn't wearing a bra. That was evident from the way her pert nipples punctuated the numbers.

She smiled shyly at Chris. "I thought we might hook up, you know. That was pretty hot this afternoon."

Chris smiled right back. These Czelosonkowski girls were nothing if not direct. He closed and locked the bedroom door. There was no reason to risk someone else joining the party unexpectedly. He knew that his mother was probably peeking into the room, about to enjoy herself immensely. "Sounds cool to me," he said.

Pulling Faith by the hand, he sat on the edge of the bed and drew her onto his lap. They kissed gingerly at first, but as they began to figure who was doing what, the kisses gained in intensity. After a couple of minutes their tongues were entwined, and their breath was hot and heavy as they frenched. Chris' cock began to balloon. It felt as if he was actually lifting Faith higher in his lap. "I think you're getting a boner," she giggled.

"You know it," said Chris. He cupped her tit and rubbed the material of her sleep shirt across her distended nipple. She moaned softly and nipped at his lower lip.

Chris' hands grew bolder. He slid his fingers up her inner thigh, and she responded by spreading her legs. In a second his middle finger was worming its way past her vaginal lips and stroking her tight pussy. He made sure the heel of his hand ground against her clit.

"Oh yeah, that's good," moaned Faith. She leaned back against his muscular chest and let Chris bring her to a surprisingly quick orgasm.

The more Faith squirmed around in his lap, the more Chris became aroused. He brought her to another orgasm, his fingers positively dripping with her secretions. "I think you're ready for a hot fuck," Chris murmured in her ear.

"Mmmm..." Faith agreed.

Chris pulled her shirt over her head and laid it on the bed. Naked, Faith moved off his lap and shook her sweet ass at Chris from atop the mattress. He quickly dropped his shorts to the floor, and his cock sprang into view, leaking pre-cum from its swollen head.

"Oh my God, Chris, it's too big," Faith said in awe. Despite what they'd done earlier in the day, this was the first time she'd seen his cock in its entirety.

"Don't worry, we're both lubed up," he said, rubbing the clear pre-cum over the head and down the shaft of his cock. He pulled Faith up on her knees, and then bent his dick down until its head nestled against her pussy lips. Moving gently, Chris eased less than half the length of his shaft into Faith's deliciously tight vagina. He began to fuck her with a quick, short stroke that brought her to orgasm almost immediately.

A minute later, Chris had her cumming constantly. She buried her face in the bed clothes in order to muffle the sounds of her moaning and whimpering that escaped her full lips. He felt a full blown charge of hot semen beginning to boil in his balls. In a few seconds he was going fill her hot little pussy with all sorts of milky stuff. That was when someone knocked on his door.

In a flash, Faith was off Chris' cock and cowering at the end of the bed. "Oh fuck, it's my dad," she mouthed silently at Chris.

"Who...who's there," Chris managed to get out. He tossed Faith's shirt to her, and she immediately began to struggle into it.

"Cameron," came the soft reply.

"Just a second," Chris said. He pulled his shorts back on, trapping his still stiff member under the waist band. He arranged his tee shirt so that it loosely covered the inches of cock left exposed.

Faith came to his side and whispered. "She's just as bad as Dad. She'll run and tell him that I was in here. I'll hide in the bathroom."

"No," whispered Chris urgently. He grabbed her before she could find his mother hiding in the bathroom. He pulled her to the wall next to the door to the hallway. Putting his mouth to her ear, he said softly, "I'll distract her and you sneak out." She nodded in understanding.

Chris opened the door, hiding Faith in the process. "Hey," he said as he put his arm around Cameron and pulled her into the room. He turned so that she would have to put her back to the door. "What's up?"

Cameron didn't say anything to that. She just put her arms over his shoulders and proceeded to stuff her tongue halfway down his throat. Chris held her close and opened one eye just in time to see Faith's back as she crept away. After a long, sloppy kiss, Cameron pulled back and said, "Oh yeah baby, I've wanted to do that ever since I saw you on the deck this afternoon."

"I think good old Fred would have taken a dim view of that," said Chris. "And speaking of your fiance, how do you know that he isn't pecking at your door right now?"

Cameron sighed. "He won't touch me while were in Dad's house. He says it isn't right. And besides, when we're here, he and Dad spend most of their time huddled up together talking business."

After closing and locking the door once again, Chris walked Cameron over to the bed. He was suddenly curious. While Fred had been a figure that was far away from the campus where he and Cameron went to college, Chris hadn't given the guy much thought. And he had assumed that Cameron had thought of him, Chris, as just a fling to be stopped when it became inconvenient. But here she was, eager and willing.

"Look," said Chris. "Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy our relationship, but what's up with you and Fred?"

"Do you mean, why am I so hot to cheat on my intended?" Cameron said pointedly.

"Yeah, I guess."

Cameron took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fred's almost ten years older than I am. It seems like he's always been around. His family knows my family and all that bull. He's rich and connected politically and now that Dad's thinking about running for office, Fred's political action committee is really involved." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I had a real crush on Fred when I was younger, but of course nothing came of it. But when I had a really bad breakup with a guy about a year ago, Fred was suddenly there for me. He was really sweet and kind and so when he asked to marry me, I said yes more out of gratitude than anything else. Dad's been just been over the moon about the engagement."

"But you're having second thoughts," said Chris.

"Second, third and hundredth thoughts," said Cameron. "I'm afraid that if I break it off, then all of Fred's political clout and money will disappear with it, and that would so disappoint Dad."

"You can't sacrifice yourself like that," said Chris. "And I can't believe that your dad would want you to."

"It is complicated," she said. "But we're getting off topic." She rubbed the head of his cock through his shirt. "You must be glad to see me."

Chris realized that she must have felt his erection when they kissed.

"Just what have you been up to in here all by yourself?" she asked with a quizzical smile.

"Dreaming of you?" said Chris.

"That's sweet," she said as if she were simply moving things along, which she did when she resumed playing tonsil hockey with her tongue.

Chris' cock was an aching mass of manhood. He figured that if she so much as touched his dick that it would explode. He decided to help it cool off by taking charge. Cameron was wearing a loose fitting pair of satin pajamas, so he disrobed her while they continued their deep, wet kisses. He pushed her back on the bed and proceeded to kiss and tongue his way down to her very erect nipples. He kissed and nipped at the rough nubbins as his finger found her pussy and clit.

"Oh baby," cried Cameron when her first orgasm shuddered on his fingers.

"Just a good start," said Chris. He positioned himself between her smooth thighs and went to work on her clit with his lips and tongue. He found the little cleft of her g-spot and massaged it lovingly.

"Mmmm...ohhh," moaned Cameron. She played with her nipples as her hips heaved about on the bed and she enjoyed repeated orgasms.

By the time Chris had Cameron's juices flowing freely, he felt that his cock had lost its hair-trigger. He was back to being merely super, ultra-horny. Standing up, he pulled down his shorts and removed his pre-cum soaked tee shirt. He turned back to the bed just in time to see Cameron buttoning up her pajama top.

"What...uh..." he said with out flung hands as if to ask what in the hell was going on.

"You know, you might be right about Fred," she said looking at her watch. She moved to the door. "I better get back to my room. I don't want to risk some sort of confrontation tonight." She saw Chris' look of disbelief and said, "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you," and with a wink and a smile she was gone.

"Son of a bitch," moaned Chris in frustration. He collapsed backward onto the bed. He threw an arm over his eyes until he heard his mother emerging from the bathroom. Looking at her from under his arm, he thought that maybe she was sick. She had one hand over her mouth and the other hand was holding her stomach. It took him a second to realize that she was stifling laughter.

Chris grabbed a pillow and flung it at his mother. "Not funny," he said, "my balls are about to bust."

She deflected the pillow with an elbow. She managed to control her laughter long enough to say, "Well, I took care of myself a couple of times while you were servicing those girls. I guess I can take care of you." She took his cock in her hands and bent the steel stiff shaft to her lips. She kissed his cock head a few times before she locked her lips over the slit and began to seriously jerk him off with a quick two handed stroke.

To Chris, it was as if an electrical charge had surged through his body. His hips jumped off the bed and he began to cum immediately. All that pent up sap jetted from the end of his cock in a seemingly endless number of spurts.

The next morning, Chris awoke to sunlight streaming in his bedroom window. As the sleep left his brain, he saw that his mother must have arranged a blanket over his sprawled form before she had left him. Good old Mom, he thought. She sucks off her big boy and then tucks him in for the night.

With a chuckle he arose from the bed and did his duty in the bathroom. After throwing on some clothes, he made his way up the stairs. He saw Cameron busy at a desk doing some sort of paperwork. Don and Fred were on the deck talking. Fred saw him and threw up a hand in greeting. Chris waved back and walked over to the kitchen area. There was coffee already made and a plate of muffins on the counter. He poured a cup and scooped up a couple of the muffins.

Returning to his room, Chris sat on the end of his bed and ate his breakfast while watching a sports report on the TV. When he had licked the muffin crumbs off his fingers, he decided it was time to take a shower. After entering the bathroom, he remembered that he couldn't completely close the door to the bathroom. Apparently, over the years the moisture from the bath had warped the rough wooden door to the point that it dug into the floor before it could close halfway. The bathroom had an ancient looking tub with exposed piping. It set beneath a window which was inset with opaque panes. In order to take a shower, he had to draw an old, yellowing, clear plastic shower curtain around a metal frame which surrounded the tub.

Once he convinced the old iron pipes to yield up some hot water, Chris stepped into the tub and proceeded to lather up. He liked to take his time in the shower. As the warm water poured over his chiseled muscles, Chris closed his eyes, and his thoughts went back to last night. That had been one amazing orgasm. Of course, he had had to stay rock hard, and about two seconds from a big cum, for over an hour in order for it to happen. Hell, he thought, he could have cum four or maybe six times in that hour, if those females had cooperated.

Even now his cock was responding. He soaped up his growing meat and stroked the head with a swirling motion. Maybe he should have brought all three women together. He'd never tried to satisfy three pussies at the same time. That would have been a fun challenge.

Chris opened his eyes, and a movement caught his attention. It was difficult to see through the old shower curtain, but it looked as if the outer door to his room was partially open and that someone was watching him shower. Chris smiled to himself. He wondered which of the women it was. He hoped that she would come on in; he wouldn't mind a quickie in the tub this morning. But whoever it was stayed put, so Chris decided to put on a little show. He turned so that the full length of his magnificent prick was backlit by the light from the window. He continued to stroke with mounting speed and intensity. It only took a minute and then Chris was coating the shower curtain with his hot cum. Streams of the creamy stuff hit the plastic with a splat and ran in viscous rivulets into the tub. When he was finally spent, Chris angled the shower head to clean his spent semen off the shower curtain. When he looked beyond the curtain once more, the door was closed and his voyeur was gone.

Once he was out of the shower, Chris put on some fresh clothes. He made his way back upstairs. Cameron was the only one in sight so he refilled his coffee cup and joined her at the desk,where she was still hard at work. "What are you working on so diligently this fine morning?" he asked.

Cameron looked up from her computer and stretched. "Oh it's Dad's finances," she said. "He's brilliant at a lot of things, but balancing a checkbook seems to be beyond his ability." She checked her watch. "I'm going to get a soda and a snack. I've been at this for two solid hours."

"Two solid hours?" asked Chris. "You weren't downstairs a few minutes ago?"

"Not me," said Cameron.

"Oh, maybe it was Mom or Faith."

"No, they've been gone for more than an hour. Faith took her on a bike ride." She saw the appalled look on Chris' face. "Don't worry," Cameron said. "They'll stick to the flat roads in the valley."

"Ah, good," said Chris. But now he was wondering just who had been watching him beat his meat earlier. Maybe Cameron was simply teasing him.

She stood and said, "Do you want anything from the kitchen?"

Chris held up his cup of coffee and said, "No, I'm fine, thanks."

Cameron walked away toward the kitchen. Once she turned a corner and was out of sight, Chris' eyes wandered to the computer screen. He recognized the program that was running. It was the same one he and his mother used to track their bank accounts. He knew it was an invasion of privacy, but he couldn't help but look at the entries that Cameron had been making. Apparently this was the account for Doctor Don's upcoming political campaign. There were a number of deposits from Fred's political action committee. The outgoing checks were written to various companies. From the memo lines, it looked as if the companies did campaign advertising and ran the doctor's website.

Chris made sure that he was sipping his coffee and staring aimlessly out the window when Cameron got back. She had just settled into her chair when there was the sound of a door being open and closed, and then the clatter of footsteps coming up the stairs into the living area.

Faith appeared and said, "Hey Cameron, don't forget that you have to take me to the soccer match. I'm going to put on my uniform and then we have to go." She trotted away to her room.

"Damn, I forgot all about that," Cameron muttered.

"What's the deal?" asked Chris.

"Oh, I'm supposed to take her to her game. Mother's going to pick her up from there." Cameron sounded exasperated. "I just hate to stop in the middle of all this." She gestured to the computer and the bits of paper strewn about on the desk.

"I can take her," volunteered Chris.

"Oh would you?" said Cameron, eager to take him up on his offer. "That would be great."

"No problem," said Chris.

"Thanks," Cameron said. She ran her fingers up under his shorts and gave his thigh a squeeze. "Maybe I can give you a reward for your good deed when you get back."

"Mmm...I'll be looking forward to it," he said with a grin.

A few minutes later Chris and Faith were in the Lexus, pulling onto the state road. Faith was in the passenger seat, wearing her soccer uniform. Not for the first time, Chris wondered why men looked athletic in their soccer attire and the women always looked as if they'd put on something two sizes too big.

Faith saw his glance and said, "What's the matter?" When he told her she said, "Well, the clothes are supposed to be comfortable, not sexy." She grinned at him. "Speaking of sexy, I really enjoyed that last night."

"I did too," said Chris. And then more pointedly, "At least up to the point you left me with a case of blue balls."

Faith laughed. "I don't think they stayed blue too long. I saw the way Cameron kissed you when she came in the room." She looked at him as if she was waiting for some kind of explanation.

"I'm not going to kiss and tell," said Chris.

"It didn't look like you two were going to stop at just kissing," she said in a knowing tone. "Anyway, I wish you were her boyfriend. That Fred is such an asshole."

"What's the matter with Fred?" Chris asked. He didn't think much of the guy, but he wondered why Faith found him so unattractive.

"He treats me like I'm ten years old," Faith said. "I swear, if he pats me on the head one more time, I'm going to bite his arm."

"Ah yes," Chris said, "that'll teach him how old and mature you are." They both giggled.

Faith's match was at a large sports complex. When they arrived, Chris had to park amidst a jungle of SUV's and minivans. "Come watch me play," said Faith. "My mom's here somewhere. You can sit with her."

"Sure, I can stay a while," said Chris. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea, but he didn't want to be rude. Besides, it wasn't like he had big plans.

They passed through the usual throng that you see at these events. Parents stood around chatting while little kids ran amok and filled the air with squeals. Girls waved at or spoke to Faith while they stared enviously at Chris. "You're making me very popular," she told him in a whisper.

"Glad I could be of service," he whispered back.

Eventually they came to a set of bleachers. They were about half filled, and Faith led him to where a woman sat three rows up from the ground at one end. "Hey," Faith said to the woman, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, honey," said the woman, glancing at Chris and obviously wondering who he was.

"Mom, this is Heather's son, Chris, and this is my mom, Monica Daily," Faith said as she introduced the two.

"Oh yes," said Monica, "nice to meet you." She pushed a pair of sunglasses that she'd been wearing up on her blonde hair, revealing her blue eyes. She gave Chris an appraising look as she held out her hand.

"Hello," said Chris and took her hand. He could see where Faith and Cameron got their good looks. Monica was wearing a sun dress that revealed a bit of nicely tanned cleavage.

Faith said, "Chris knows Cameron from college, but because she uses Daily they didn't know that Dad and his mom were dating."

Monica laughed and said, "Oh really? I guess that falls under the category of it's-a-small-world." She patted the bench beside her. "Have a seat and we'll gossip about my daughters."

"Don't tell her anything bad," Faith said meaningfully. "I have to meet the team, bye," she said over her shoulder as she jogged away.

Chris sat down next to Monica and they actually did talk about her daughters and college life. Faith's soccer match started. Monica shouted encouragement to her daughter and the other girls as they sprinted up and down the field. Chris had his eyes on the match but his thoughts were elsewhere. Frankly, he was wondering what Monica could tell him about her ex-husband, Doctor Don. Normally, he wouldn't ask such questions, but he'd seen how his mother and Don acted around one another. When he wasn't off somewhere with Fred, Don was very solicitous of Heather, and she seemed to love the attention. When she had first begun to date Don, Chris figured that she was simply having fun. But now things seemed to be more serious and it all just didn't seem right to Chris. Maybe he was simply being jealous, that would be only natural. And maybe he should keep his thoughts to himself. On the other hand, why pass up this opportunity to do a little prying?

Chris finally worked up the nerve, he said, "I was wondering if I could ask you a few things about Don?"

Just then the whistle sounded for the end of the first period. Monica acted as if she hadn't heard him speak. She patted Chris on the leg and said, "Let's get something to drink."

They left the bleachers and got in line at a nearby concession stand. Soon they had a couple of sodas in hand. Instead of going back to the bleachers, Monica headed away from the crowd. "Those stands are full of gossips," she said. "I thought we needed to talk in private."

"Oh, okay," said Chris.

"Are you worried that Don might charm your mother out of her pants," she asked with a smile.

"I'm pretty sure that's already happened, or maybe she charmed him out of his pants," he said with an answering smile.

Monica choked with laughter on her soda and she had to hold onto Chris' hard bicep to keep from falling down. When she regained her composure, Monica put her arm through Chris' and said, "Seriously, there's not much I can tell you about Don. We were married fresh out of high school. Cameron came along immediately and Faith a few years later. I worked my ass off so that Don could go to college and then medical school. We got a break when he inherited the family fortune. Then the usual happened. He began to cheat on me and I cheated on him in retaliation. We were headed for a very messy and expensive divorce when Don came to me with an offer. I agreed to keep silent about our marriage and in return I received a very generous settlement. We split the custody of the girls, with me doing most of the work, naturally."

They had left behind the field where Faith was playing, and now they were approaching a currently unused practice area. There was a cinderblock building next to the field with a sturdy set of wooden stairs that led to the roof. Evidently, coaches or spectators stood up there to get a better view of the action. An open door led into the lower part of the little building. Monica glanced around as if to see if anyone were watching and said, "Let's step in here, out of the sun."

The interior was littered with leaves and bits of paper. There was a low table in the center of the room and an opening in the wall opposite the door. Maybe they used the room for scorekeepers or for concession sales. At any rate, most of the room was in shadow.

"I appreciate what you said about Doctor Don," said Chris with a shrug. "But it would be almost impossible for my mom to meet someone who hasn't had a divorce, or an affair for that matter."

Monica pursed her lips in thought and then said, "I'll just say one more thing about Don, and then I'll deny that I said anything at all. It's not so much that Don had an affair, but who he had one with."

Chris' eyes flew open in surprise. If he had been a cartoon character, a light bulb surround by exclamation points would have clicked on above his head. "He's gay or at least he's bisexual," he said with resolutely. "That makes sense of a lot of things." He hadn't been imaging things in the shower. Fred or Don or both of them could have come to Chris' room by the outside stairs. Cameron wouldn't have seen them. And no wonder Don and Fred spent so much time together when there were two attractive women waiting on them. They were probably humping each other in the ass somewhere.

Monica raised a finger at Chris. "I never said any of that," she said. "But there is one more thing I'll tell you about my marriage."

"What's that?" asked Chris.

She walked over to where he was standing. In a low, seductive voice she said, "When I cheated on Don, it was with the biggest, youngest studs that I could find." She put her hands on his pecs and gave them a squeeze. "Guys like you."

"Lucky guys," said Chris. He ran his finger tips lightly up and down the soft skin of her tanned her arms. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. There was nothing shy about Monica. Chris found her tongue in his mouth immediately. He cupped the twin globes of her ass in his hands and pressed her to his rapidly growing cock.

Monica thrust her tongue about as if she were fucking Chris' mouth. He kneaded her ass and dry-fucked her with his engorged cock. She pulled her head back and looked at him incredulously. "That can't be all you down there, is it?" she asked in a breathless voice.

"Why don't you look and see," answered Chris.

Monica looked down and saw the long lump in his shorts. She ran her palm along the length of his dick from groin to the tip and found it somewhere near his hip bone. "That's unbelievable," she said. Then, like a kid who couldn't wait to get at her Christmas present, Monica practically ripped off his shorts and underpants. Chris' cock swung up in all its glory. The purplish head quivered in the air and dollop of pre-cum appeared from its slit and rolled down the long shaft.

"When I said 'stud' I had no idea," she said eagerly as she grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked its length. With one hand, Monica lifted the hem of her dress. Her arm did a little twist and pull motion that let Chris know that she had just pulled the crotch band of her panties to one side. With her other hand she pushed down on his cock until the head disappeared under her skirt. It was a bit painful for Chris, but he didn't mind it because suddenly his cock-head was busy playing with her clit. He helped out by moving his hips with quick, short strokes.

"Mmm...that's it," she hissed. "You need to get me lubed up for that monster."

"No problem," said Chris, his oversized dick pumped copious amounts of pre-cum onto her vaginal lips.

Monica came with a gasp, and Chris began to wonder if he was going to have to settle with shooting off between her legs in the literal sense. But then she said, "Okay baby, where do we do it?" She looked around at their dust covered surroundings. "This place is filthy."

"Like I said, no problem," said Chris. He shifted his hands lower on her shapely ass and lifted Monica into the air. She squealed in excitement and then gasped as Chris' cock-head surged upwards into her dripping cunt. Monica wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as he sent his iron hard cock thrusting up and down.

"My God, but you're strong," said Monica as Chris effortlessly bounced her on his rampaging dick. She came once, planted a big sloppy kiss on his lips, and then she came again.

Chris could feel the cum boiling in his loins now. His dick grew even bigger and harder. Suddenly a charge of milky white cum erupted from the end of his cock and filled Monica's pussy. She bucked and moaned out another orgasm as the scalding cream overfilled her cunt and dripped to the ground.

After they cleaned up, Chris and Monica made their way back to the match. When it was over, Chris said his goodbyes to the ladies and left to return to the doctor's house. Chris considered his position as he drove. He had to tell his mother about how Doctor Don was a bit light in his shoes, but he wasn't quite sure how to go about it. He couldn't repeat the conversation he'd had with Monica -- he'd sworn to the woman that he wouldn't. And he couldn't very well just proclaim that the man was gay based on vague hunches. His mother would simply draw herself up and declare that Chris was jealous and that any man she dated couldn't be homosexual or even bisexual. No, Chris decided, he would just have to approach this from a different angle.

At that point Chris was on the city's bypass; the sports complex had been on the side of town opposite Don's house. A sign that proclaimed that the city's municipal building was at the next exit caught Chris' eye. Suddenly inspired, he pulled onto the off ramp. A minute later he was parked before the two story brick edifice that held most of the city's bureaucracy. He entered the building through the double doors of the police department. Inside, there was a lobby of sorts. A series of cheap plastic chairs lined one wall. Two of the chairs were occupied. One, by a man talking earnestly to a teenager who looked very bored as he slumped in his own chair.

Chris approached a counter behind which sat a young African-American woman. She looked sharp and efficient in her dark blue uniform. Chris gave her his best friendly smile as he neared the counter. She looked up, seeming harried and distracted at first, but then she returned his smile and said, "Can I help you?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to Sergeant Glasson?" he asked, after giving her his name.

"Just a second," said the officer. She picked up phone and punched in a number. After a short conversation she hung up. "Go up the steps. The sergeant's office is two-eighteen," she said pointing to a set of steps to Chris' right.

"Thanks," said Chris. They exchanged smiles once again and he headed for the stairs.

Chris and Sergeant Susan Glasson had become acquainted the past summer when he had helped her solve a couple of cases. Not to mention the fact that he and the sergeant had had some intimate relations. From the top of the stairwell, Chris walked down a busy hallway and then turned a corner into a mostly deserted, smaller corridor. He soon located the proper door and knocked.

"Come in," called a feminine voice.

Chris opened the door to see Glasson standing behind her desk. She hadn't change much in the past couple of months. Her ash blonde hair was a bit longer, but the figure in her business attire was as nice as ever.

"Chris," she said with a smile, "how are you. Please, have a seat."

"Fine, thanks," said Chris. He took the chair she had motioned to. They made some small talk, mostly about the state of the cases they had worked on.

"So," Susan said, "Did you just stop by to say hello, or is there something on your mind?"

"Actually, I did come to ask a favor," said Chris, sounding unsure of what he should say. "You see, my mother has been dating this guy for a while and..."

"And you'd like for me to check up on him," finished Susan.

"Well, yeah, I guess so," said Chris. "Do a lot of people do this?"

"Enough," said Susan. "Do you have any reason to suspect this man of criminal activities?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that." Chris said quickly. "I can't really go into details, but he and this friend of his are...uh...just sort of creepy."

"Hmmm..." mused Susan. "Ordinarily, I'd tell you to go hire a private detective. But, since you helped me so much last summer..."

And since I fucked your brains out a couple of times, thought Chris.

"...I'll see what I can do," she finished. "Now who is this man? And I suppose you want me to check up on his friend too."

"Yeah, thanks," said Chris. "Their names are Donald Czelosonkowski and Fred Porter."

"How in the hell do you spell that name?" asked Susan.

"Just a sec," he said. Chris had to pull out his cell phone. It was a model that took pictures, did text messaging as well as storing all sorts of data. Chris brought up the doctor's information and spelled out his last name for Susan who made a note of it.

"Let me make a call," she said. Susan picked up a phone and punched in a number. "Hi, how's it going?" she said in a low, soft voice. After a minute or two of intimate sounding conversation punctuated by throaty laughs she gave whoever was on the other end of the line the two names. "Keep it light. I'll call you back in twenty minutes or so," she finished and hung up.

"Thanks," said Chris. "You know, you sounded very friendly with that guy," he said in a teasing tone.

"It pays to keep the information experts on your side," said Susan. "Besides, he's a nice guy even if he's," she held her forefingers up in the air about five or six inches apart, "a little lacking in some areas." Chris only smiled and shrugged off the implied comparison.

Susan opened one of the drawers in her desk and withdrew a key. She stood and said, "I'm going down the hall. Watch which door I go into and then wait about thirty seconds. Follow me, but don't let anyone see you go in the door."

"Okay," he said, not exactly sure of what they were doing.

Susan left the office and Chris peeked out the door, following her shapely ass as it swayed down the hall. She unlocked a door that was next to a water-cooler and disappeared inside. Chris waited the required time and soon he was opening the now unlocked door; no one had seen him enter.

Chris looked around as Susan stepped to the door and locked it. They were obviously in a ladies' room. There were two stalls and single basin. A plastic chair, similar to the ones downstairs, sat against one wall. Not for the first time Chris wondered how men's rooms were, at their best, cold and antiseptic, while a ladies' room could look cheerful and inviting. There were flowered appliques on the walls, as well as a vase with artificial flowers on the counter. The place even smelled fresh.

"Nice little place you have here," he said.

"There are only three women who work on this floor," Susan said. "We try to keep it tidy. But I didn't bring you in here to appreciate the decor."

"Oh?" said Chris innocently.

"Yeah, I'm the only woman working today, so it's just you and me, stud." Susan approached Chris. She grabbed his crotch with one hand and, grabbing the front of his shirt with her other hand, she brought his face down to hers. A second later he had a mouth full of writhing tongue. It seems to be my day for straightforward women, he thought. They did some solid frenching while his dick began to swell. Susan helped matters by stroking his elongated shaft through his pants.

They broke their clench and Susan began to shed her clothes. She took off her jacket, skirt and panties, leaving her looking very sexy in a full cut silk blouse and pumps. Chris hurried to shed his shorts and under pants. His cock jutted into the air, twitching every few seconds with his heartbeat, looking for something to fuck.

Susan sat on the nearby chair and reached out to grab Chris by the cock and pulled him close. She opened wide, very wide, and popped the engorged cock-head into her mouth. Spreading her legs, she ran her finger over clit and dipped it into her pussy slit. Chris stood there with his hands on his hips, reveling in the sensual pleasures of a good blowjob. "Mmmm...sergeant, you sure know how to suck a dick," Chris said in a dreamy voice.

Susan could only smile at him with her eyes. Her mouth was entirely too busy twisting and turning about on his dick. But she had plans other than getting a mouthful of creamy cum. Her vaginal lips, finger, clit and even her chair seat were beginning to glisten with pussy juice. She pulled Chris' dick from her mouth, and gave it a couple of good strokes as she stood. She propped one foot on the chair and pulled his cock-head to her pussy lips.

Chris had to arch his back and bend his knees, but in seconds he was urging his cock upward into Susan's pussy. Susan leaned back and let Chris play with her rigid nipples. He pounded away with his cock, practically lifting her into the air with his up thrust. "Oh shit, you're stretching me so good," she moaned as an orgasm shook her frame.

"I'm about to pack your pussy even more," grunted Chris. His cock erupted and sent a dozen huge shots of cum into Susan's clinging cunt.

Once they had made the ladies' room and themselves presentable once more, Chris and Susan went back to her office. She called her information guru once again and held another intimate sounding conversation. When she got off the phone, she turned to Chris and said, "Well, there's not much to tell. Neither man has any sort of criminal record beyond the usual minor traffic violations. Nothing unusual about their banking habits and they have decent credit reports. However, this Fred Porter needs to keep better security on his computer."

"Why's that?" asked Chris.

"Or maybe he doesn't care who knows, but the man is paying for access to five different porn sites for gays," Susan said.


Chris arrived back at Dr. Don's house mid-afternoon. They were scheduled to have a reasonably early picnic dinner, and then everyone was going their own way. Not that everyone had been exactly hanging out with one another all weekend. As Chris pulled up to the house, he noticed that the Humvee, Nellybelle, was gone.

I wonder, thought Chris, if Don and Fred have gone off together? A quick reconnaissance of the house revealed that they had. "I think they've gone back to the cabin," Heather told him.

A plan formed in Chris' mind. If he could catch Fred and Don like he had caught Don and his mother earlier, then he'd have certain evidence to present to his mother. He ran back down to the garage and grabbed one of the bikes. It was a long pull back up the mountain to the cabin, but he didn't think that it would take too long.

He was halfway up the rutted road when Chris heard the distinctive rattle of a diesel engine. He pulled off the road and hid beside some trees as Don and Fred came by on their way down.

So much for that plan, he thought. Chris turned and, keeping the Humvee out of sight, he followed it back to the house. The big vehicle was already parked when he turned into the garage. Chris racked the bicycle and went to his room for a shower. It was voyeur free this time.

The final meal of the weekend was a picnic on the deck. Once Don got the gas grill fired up, it was Chris' job to flip the burgers and turn the hotdogs. At one point Cameron stood beside him and whispered, "I just love a big ol', long, hot wiener." Chris guffawed.

They ate at the tables on the deck. The talk flowed back and forth as everyone munched on burgers, other picnic appropriate food and drank beer. There was apple pie and ice cream for desert. They were all about through when Don cleared his throat loudly and said, "Chris, before you leave today there's something I want to ask you."

"Yes, sir?" said Chris politely.

"I was wondering," the doctor said ponderously, "if you would permit me to ask your mother's hand in marriage."

There was a gasp from Heather and Cameron. Fred looked as if he'd known what was coming. Chris looked stunned for a second. He took a deep breath and said, "No," very clearly.

"Oh Chris," Heather said softly.

Don looked vexed. "It was a polite, rhetorical question. It's really not up to you."

"I know that," said Chris. He turned to Heather, who looked as if she was about to say something, and said, "Wait, I've got something to show you." He dug into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Flipping open the case, he began to stab at the buttons. "I, uh, have a picture here, if I can get to it." He pushed at the controls for a few more seconds, and then he handed the phone to Heather who was seated at his side.

Heather examined the phone's screen. There was no picture there, just the text message, 'trust me, go along.'

Before his mother could react, Chris said to Don, "You know, I thought there was something fishy going on here. I was taking a shower this morning and I could tell that someone was watching me. It only took a little investigation to discover that it was one of you guys."

"I don't think this is appropriate...," Fred started to say.

"And so," interrupted Chris, "when I got back here this afternoon and found out that you two were off alone together once again, I got a feeling. So I biked up to the cabin and took this picture," he gestured to his phone in Heather's hand, "you know, from that uncovered window that faces down the mountain. It's a fairly intimate picture." He turned to his mother, "I was going to show this to you later, but Don here has forced the issue."

A significant look passed between Don and Fred.

"What the fuck's going on?" said Cameron, managing to look both upset and bewildered.

"I think," said Chris, deciding to risk all, "that you two ladies were being groomed to be the spouses of these two political wannabes. That way they could look like family men, with two beautiful women on their arms, while continuing their affair."

"Is that true?" Cameron shrieked at Fred. The level of discourse at the table went down hill from there.

Thirty minutes later, Heather and Chris were in their car, well away from Dr. Don's house. Heather sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed under her breasts. "I can't believe that bastard played me like that," she said for the tenth time.

"Aw, Mom, it'll be alright," Chris said as he put his hand on her knee, trying to console her. He checked the time on his watch. He wondered just how many times he could "console" his mom before he had to head back to school.



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