Mom's Summer Camp

"OOOHHHH ... SUCK THEM ... SUCK THEM ... THAT'S IT BUT DON'T TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF YET ... JUST SUCK THEM THROUGH THE BLOUSE ... OH, THAT'S IT ... OHHH, BABY ... OHHHH..."

Nikki Richards pulled up short at the sound of the moans drifting out through the cabin window. At first she'd had some trouble telling just what the sound was. It had almost sounded like someone in pain. But if it was pain, it was sweet pain, there could be no doubt about that now. No sir, no doubt at all.

Someone seemed to be getting it on, and getting it on very hot and heavy indeed, and they didn't seem to mind at all who knew about it!

Nikki took a moment to look around and get her bearings. She and the kids had only arrived at Sunny Acres earlier that morning, and she still was working at getting the layout of the place straight in her mind.

Now she had it. She was behind the cabin Number Seven. One of the units that had been rented out by the owner before she and her children had arrived to take charge for the summer. Number Seven ... Number Seven ... her mind clicked back until she had it. Of course! The Jordans ...

"Ohhhh, Mike ..." the voice from inside the cabin crooned again. "Oh, you know how to keep your woman so happy ... ohhhh, darling ... ummm ... mmmmm ... work your tongue like that some more ... uhmmmm ... ohhhh ..."

Nikki Richards took another look around her, feeling the blood begin to race a little more hotly through her veins, to begin pounding at her temples.

There was no one around. She had been coming down the thickly foliaged pathway that ran behind some of the cabins, on her way back to the office after a brief stroll through the woods. She could not only not see anyone from where she now stood, but the area was so overgrown with shrubs and trees that she was quite certain that she herself could not be seen either.

Nikki was an attractive, slim, extremely well-preserved brunette in her early thirties, and even the somewhat confused frown that now bent down the corners of her lush mouth could not mar the earthy, sensual beauty of her softly sculpted face.

Yes, Nikki was confused. Confused, and torn. Torn between knowing what she wanted to do, and knowing that she shouldn't do it!
Could anyone blame Nikki for wanting to peek? Especially considering how long--how very, very long--it had been since she'd had a man of her own?

The next series of moans from the window made up the young mother's mind for her.

"Ohhhh, Christ, Mike ... that's it ... finger me through the jeans ... ohhhh, Lord -"

Nikki gulped so loudly that she was somewhat surprised that the young couple inside couldn't hear her. But of course that was foolish. Even if the noise had been that loud, they certainly had enough other diversions to occupy their attentions, didn't they?

Well, it sure sounded like they did and, despite her more rational inclinations to the contrary, Nikki Richards planned to find out for sure.

She parted some bushes and took the last remaining step to the back wall of the cabin. The nipples under her clinging summer blouse were erect and hard, poking through the sheer material as if they were trying to escape. As the branch of a nearby tree brushed across the excited tips, Nikki felt a tremor course through her body that surprised her as much as it excited her.

I really am turned on! she thought to herself. This ... this is crazy! I know I shouldn't be doing this, I know it's not right, but ... I'm soooo excited!

With this last battle over her conscience won, Nikki drew her face closer to the open window. She peeked slowly around the sill, cautiously at first, and then throwing caution to the wind as she caught an eyeful of the scene before her, and as she realized how safe she was from danger of discovery.

It was very doubtful, to say the least, that either of the people in the bedroom before her would bother taking the time out from what they were doing to gaze out a window!

Nikki peered in just as the girl on the bed gave another long, lusty moan.

"Mmmmm ... Mike ... I love it, baby ... I love it ... ohhhh, suck my nipples, baby ... mmmmmm ..."

The young couple was stretched out across the large queen- size bed, which was still made. They were both fully dressed, casually in jeans, but it was obvious that they weren't going to stay that way for long!

Mike Jordan was a firm-muscled, husky brute of a young man, and at that moment he was pumping the upper thigh of one of his legs up and down across the crotch of the girl under him. At the same time his head was bowed and he was playing with one of her firm young titties, and sucking hard at the other one through the material of her blouse.

This was driving shapely, red-haired Lana Jordan more than a little crazy! From the window, Nikki could see wet, clinging material holding lovingly to the boob which Mike was kneading with his strong left hand. Apparently that had been sucked and nibbled through the blouse too, the same way he was now going after the other one.

Nikki watched as Mike had his fun with his young wife's quivering titties. The sucking sounds he made as he drew the material of the blouse into his mouth filled the room. Once the material, and the tittie-tip beneath it, were deep in his sucking mouth, he set his tongue and teeth to work, flicking, licking and nibbling, while all the time continuing to hand-play the other boob and work his knee around the tight crotch of the girl's jeans.

"Lord, now ... NOW," panted the redhead. "Take my clothes off, honey ... strip me ... please ... strip me and fuck me ... I'm-I'm dripping wet for you, baby!"

At the window, Nikki bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes glued unblinkingly on the scene before her. In her fascination she did not even realize that one of her hands had dipped down to one of her own titties; that as she watched young Lana Jordan get her boobs fiddled with, so did she begin to stroke one, and then the other, of her own aroused nipples through the material of her blouse.

You think you're horny, she felt like saying out loud to the chick on the bed. Honey, if only you knew how lucky you are. If you only knew how long it's been since I've had a man with a good mouth and a good tongue and good hands, running them over my hot boobs!

On the bed, Mike Jordan was more than happy to comply with his young bride's wishes. He propped himself back up off her, resting on his haunches, and undid the buttons of her blouse, doing it slowly, one button at a time, to heighten the effect on her.

The girl was so horned up that she could hardly keep still, twisting on the bedspread and bringing her own hands down between her legs. The tip of her tongue was out between her wet lips and her breath was coming in short, gasps as she diddled her pussy through the material of her jeans.

"H-hurry, honey," she panted. "I've got to have you ... I need that big hard prick of yours up my cunt sooo bad ... hurry ... hurry, please!"

Handsome Mike Jordan chuckled as his eyes dropped to her fingers ravaging her crotch.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked teasingly. "Is your old man too slow for you?"

She giggled as his fingers worked free the last button of her blouse and parted it over the freckled, milky whiteness of her smooth shoulders.

"My old man's just perfect!" she said, propping herself up on one curved arm. "It's just that I just realized how selfish I've been. You've been doing all the work! Lay down, honey, and let me go to work on you!"

Mike Jordan gave a lusty laugh. "Okay, baby," he grinned. "Anything to keep peace in the family! But not until I get to see that fine ass and pussy of yours!"

Unfastening her jeans, he rolled them and the girl's panties down her sexily curved legs, taking the clothes and tossing them in a ball somewhere across the room. Then he settled back with his head on a pillow, his arms curved behind his neck, and an expectant smile on his strong, handsome face.

"Okay, you foxy little bitch," he grinned. "Go ahead and let's see what you can do!"

Lana accepted the invitation with a purr. She knelt beside him and leaned over to work at the buttons of his shirt, and her full, healthy young titties swayed breathtakingly before his face, the erect nipples hard and red like tiny cherry candies, just waiting to be nibbled.

But Mike held off. She wanted to do the work for a while, and that was just fine with him! He closed his eyes and sighed with contentment as she undid his shirt and slipped it from him, her long-nailed fingers scraping and teasing lightly across the flesh of his chest, titillating him like some soft erotic summer breeze.

Outside the cabin, Nikki Richards felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of that bared, bronzed chest with its mat of silky masculine hair. And now her eyes dropped to the girl's hands as they worked at the belt and zipper of Mike's jeans.

Nikki felt the warm, glowing sensation that had been centered in her loins since she'd heard that first moan turn into a burning, stabbing fire. God, he was a beautiful man. What arms! What a chest! What a smile!

The flames that now centered in her pussy grew even hotter as Nikki waited to see what kind of a cock this healthy young stud was going to have.

And she was not to be disappointed ...

The belt and zipper loosened Lana Jordan rolled the blue jeans down from her husband's hips. He wore no underwear and all of a sudden ... thwap! It was obvious that playing with his wife had turned Mike on more than a little. Freed from the confines of his pants, his healthy, aroused pecker snapped to attention and quivered at full staff, ready for action.

Two women gasped at the sight of that tool. Lana, because she knew how much pleasure it was capable of giving her--how much pleasure it would give her horny little pussy in only a few minutes--and Nikki because, far from being disappointed, it had excited her even more than she had thought it would!

It's beautiful, she thought. It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life ...

Mike Jordan's dick was a thing of natural art, to be sure.

Measuring a full ten inches in length, it seemed to throb at that moment with a life of its own, the thick blue veins running along it throbbing, pulsating with his need, the tiny gob of pre- cum juice oozing from the slit and sparkling in the afternoon sun.

All rational thought had by this time fled from the mind of the young mother. She had been swept away by her own horny desires and, almost without her knowing it, both of her hands were now busy. She was leaning against the outside wall of the cabin; her attention riveted on the action within. One hand was still playing with one of her tits. She was playing with it hard now, mauling the whole thing with her palm and flicking the nipple with her thumb. At the same time her other hand had drifted down to the crotch of her slacks, and she was gently rotating her middle three fingers over the mound of her burning twat. Even through the material she could feel the warm wetness that was oozing there.

Her breath was shallow and hurried. She was unaware of the beads of perspiration on her smooth, lovely forehead. The fingers of both hands moved faster and faster.

My God, she thought. What I wouldn't give for a man of my own right now. For a cock to be thrust up my own hot pussy. Ohhh, I need it so bad. I need it so very bad ...

Inside the cabin, Lana had by this time gotten over the initial thrill she always experienced when she first set eyes on her husband's prick. She knew damn well what a lucky girl she was, to not only have a man so endowed, but to have a man who knew how to use what Nature had given him! Without further ado, she got down to business.

Kneeling beside him, she took his balls in one of her hands and began playing with them, kneading them, while with the other hand she commenced stroking the tower of muscle with smooth, long caresses.

Now it was Mike's turn to moan.

"Ohhh, go to it, doll," he gasped. "Go to it. You play with me so nice ... so goddamn nice!"

Gently teasing and squeezing his cum-filled rocks, she let the tips of her curved fingers occasionally stray to the puckered rim of his ass, and whenever one of the long nails made contact with the sensitive flesh, the man would writhe in a fit of pleasure. Occasionally the masturbating hand would stop at the very tip of his pulsating cock and the nails of her other hand would waggle teasingly back and forth just beneath the head. Then the steady up-down stroking would continue, and before long Mike Jordan's hips were pumping like crazy.

More than once he seemed on the verge of cumming, of exploding his hot cream all over her stroking hand. But each time she sensed him ready to erupt, the fingers would slow down, she would let the embers of his lust cool, but again only momentarily, and then the maddening up-down motion, and the teasing ass- scratching, would continue.

Mike reached up and palmed her swaying, melon-like titties. His eyes were closed with passion.

"Baby ... baby, please ... you know what I like," he groaned. "Your mouth ... take my prick in your mouth ... suck it, baby ... you know what I like ... please..."

"It's coming, baby," she promised softly. "It's coming ... and you will be too."

So saying, as she continued what she was doing with both of her hands, she bent forward and, parting her lips slightly began nibbling and tongue flicking around Mike's neck and ears. Coming around to his face she kissed him long and passionately.

And then she began the long, slow, teasing trek downward. His hips arched up in anticipation and he slid both his hands to the sides of her head, letting his fingers run and curl through her long red hair. His whole body seemed to grow tense.

A long, low moan escaped his lips. "Ohhhh, Christ, baby," he sighed. "That mouth of yours ... you know just what to do with it..." Down across his chest her parted, teasing lips moved, until they came to his nipples. She stopped there, nibbling and teasing at one with her flashing white teeth, and then at the other; teasing them just the way she liked to have her titties played with. And all the while her hand pumped up and down on his thick, horny cock.

"Ohhhh ... ummmm..." he groaned, lost in his own wild, swirling vortex of lust. "Ooooo ... I can't wait, Lana ... suck me, mama ... suck me..."

But Lana, was not to be hurried.

After teasing his nipples for nearly two minutes, she continued the trip downward. Everywhere her mouth touched, she delivered delicious little butterfly kisses to his quivering torso, the teeth biting and teasing, the tongue swirling, while one of her hands kept right on masturbating his hard-on and the other finger-fucked his pulsating asshole.

Lana Jordan was one fine lover, and Mike Jordan damn well knew it. Every nerve in his body was tingling and aching for release!

At last, Lana made it. She nuzzled through his wiry forest of pubic hair, and her flicking tongue finally came to rest at the base of his massive, excited cock.

With both of her hands still busy, she now added another dimension to his pleasure as she puckered her lips and blew a hot, teasing stream of air up and down the length of his cock, giving it an occasional kiss along the route.

She looked up along the length of his body and their eyes met. "What would you like now, my big horny bull?" she asked him with a smile.

He couldn't help but moan. "Y-you know damn well what I want, baby," he gasped. "Mouth-fuck me, mama ... please ... let me screw your face..."

"Sure, baby," she said softly. "Sure."

Moving her hand from his ass for a moment, she used it to cup his tight, aching balls. With the other hand she lightly grasped his prick about halfway up. Then, flicking her tongue across her lips until they were wet and glistening with saliva, she opened her sensuously shaped mouth, bowed her head, and allowed the full length of hard, hot meat to slide into her, until the throbbing red head was rubbing against the inside of her throat.

The instant this happened, Nikki Richards knew what she would have to do. There was no other way. Her throat was so thick she couldn't have spoken to save her life right then. Her nipples ached for another's touch. But, more important than any of that, was her pussy.

Her hot, burning pussy.

Her pussy that needed attention so bad. Her pussy that burned with lust just beneath the material of her slacks, from both the sights and sounds taking place before her, as well as from the attention she was giving it with her own rotating, pleasure-giving fingers.

Her pussy ... dripping, quivering, staining both her panties and her slacks until her fingertips that played there were moist from her juices.

As Lana Jordan began giving her husband head, Nikki Richards could not help but moan.

God, they're beautiful, she thought. So sexy, so beautiful. Oh my God look at them ... look at her fine young body ... look at that lovely cock, ready to fill her with gobs of hot cum ... listen to them moan ... ohhhh ... ohhhh my pussy needs it so bad ... I-I have to do it! I have to!

Giving one last, hurried look around to make sure that no one was watching, Nikki did not waste another moment. The hot need for sex would not let her!

She leaned back against the cabin, taking her eyes from the couple within for just an instant, and undid the belt and zipper of her jeans. She was really breathing hard now. Gasping was more like it. She couldn't remember ever having been so turned on.

Oh sure, ever since Vic had divorced her those many years ago, she had done her share of masturbating, but it had always been in total privacy, with the lights off, with only vague fantasies to turn her on and get her off. But this ... this was real! This was no fantasy. There were real people toying and playing with each other in there, and it was more exciting than anything Nikki Richards had ever known.

With the slacks undone, she slid them down her legs. Lifting one leg, she slipped her foot out of them. And that was all she had time for. There was no time for the other leg. Not now. Now there was only time to do it!

When she looked back in the window, she saw that, although she had been away for only an instant, things had changed.
Apparently, good as Lana Jordan's deep-throat technique was, Mike had chosen to go the pussy route. Or maybe Lana herself had begged to get on with it, so that she too could get back in the swing of things.

In any event, when Nikki peered in this time, Lana was stretched out on her back sideways across the bed with her legs wrapped tightly around her husband's waist, and his ass was quivering before Nikki' eyes as he fucked away at the lovely red- haired bitch.

"Ahhhh ... uuummmm," Lana moaned. "Fuck me, baby ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... ahhh ... mmmm..."

Nikki stared unblinkingly at the fuck action on the bed while both of her own hands went immediately to work. Her left hand cupped her left tittie through her blouse and her thumb and index finger went to work on the nipple, teasing and twisting and pulling at it with wild abandon. Her right hand dropped to the hot bush between her legs.

She was dripping wet already, her cum juices dribbling down her inner thighs. Her index and middle fingers found her erect, burning clitoris and started rotating there, and right away tremors of pre-orgasmic delight coursed through her turned-on body.

"Ohhhh ... ohhhh," Lana groaned inside the cabin.

"Mmmmm ... ahhhh," Nikki moaned outside.

"Uhhhh ... mmmmpppphhhhfff..." grunted Mike as he fucked his beautiful
wife.

The couple on the bed was completely gone now, and Nikki was riding right along with them, her hand whipping her cunt furiously as Lana and Mike ground their torsos against each other, the springs of the bed groaning madly beneath them and, for the first time, the sweet, tangy scent of their lovemaking actually drifting out across the room and through the window to further heighten the sensations racing through the horny voyeur's hot body as she finger-fucked herself toward her fiery climax.

Lana's long fingernails were clawing and scratching wildly at Mike's back.

"Mike ... Mike ... oh, like that ... deep ... deep ... ohhhh ... deep ... ohhhh ... mmmmmm..."

"Ohhh, baby, oh baby," Mike kept groaning over and over as he thrust his burning cock in and out of her hot, sucking cunt.

Suddenly Lana grasped him to her with her legs even tighter than before. He cupped her firm, quivering ass with his hands and her whole body seemed to lift off the bed.

"I-I'm there!" she screamed. "Ohmygod ... I-I'M ... I'M CUMMIINNNGGG!"

"OHHH BAAABBBYYY!" Mike gasped, and that was the moment Nikki had been waiting for.

"OOOOHHH, MMMPPPHHH..." she moaned as her cunt exploded under her fingers.

They all came together!

Standing there, rocking and swaying against the wall, wave after warm, beautiful wave of passion washed over the masturbating mother, as inside on the bed the young husband and wife gripped each other soulfully, his cock lodged to its full length within her, throbbing and exploding its gift of thick, hot cum while her own juices pumped and dripped from between them, soaking the bed beneath.

Although it seemed to last for a delicious eternity, the moment of Nikki' climax was but perhaps only a half-minute in duration. But even at that, it was the most beautiful, thunderous orgasm she could remember, and when it had finally flowed from her, she could only pull herself away from the window and lean back against the wall for another full minute, to catch her breath and let her hammering heart return to normal.

Slowly but surely, her senses returned. Taking another look around and seeing that no one had discovered her; she took a last peek over the windowsill at the Jordan's' bedroom.

Things had slowed down for them too. They lay on their backs now, under the covers, and Mike was holding Lana against his side. Both of them had contented lazy smiles on their lips and their eyes were closed ... which was a good thing, Nikki suddenly realized with a start. From where they lay now, if their eyes had been open, they could not have helped but see her peering in on them.

This realization helped to speed her along on the road to recovering her senses, and without taking the time to look in again, she reached down and slid back into her slacks.

The warm afterglow of sex was now being replaced by a creeping sense of guilt and shame at what she had done ...

But there was no time to entertain such thoughts now. Every moment she spent there, she now realized, only increased the chances of her being discovered, and discovery ... well, she couldn't even face the prospect of that in her mind.

And so, making sure that everything about her was again at least relatively in order, Mrs. Nikki Richards left the back wall of the Jordan cabin and returned to the sheltered, winding path that led back to the woods.

And never once did she see her seventeen-year-old son Billy.

Billy who, from his hidden vantage point behind a tree some three yards away, had witnessed the whole thing ...