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Summer Lovin’?

A strange summer vacation

[Note: This story may be considered erotic. It is based loosely on truth, but highly fictionalized. If you don’t want to read erotica, don’t read it.]

I had left college after a year and a half because I was bored and confused. It was coming on Christmas, and I wanted the time to decompress and figure out what I wanted to do. Life had other plans. Two days before Christmas, my dad passed away and depressed me even more.

I was seeing a new girl, Paula, a woman I suppose, who was nice enough, but it was purely platonic. She would only allow specking kiss on the lips. So, I was somewhat lonely.

By summer, I hadn’t yet found even a menial job, so when Mom said she had rented a house on Cape Cod for a week from a girl scout leader of my older sister’s and said I could tag along, I jumped at the chance. I hoped just to send some young women on the beach. You know, bikinis and such. Maybe even some “Summer Lovin’”.

As it turned out, the weather was too cool for bikinis and there wasn’t much of a beach. In fact, the only place I saw any real skin or something resembling a bikini was on the pretty boys in Provincetown. Nice, but not what I was looking for.

The week went by and I was ready to go home. I told Paula that the trip was good and uneventful. She said that was too bad and that her mom and dad had rented the same house — she was in the same Girl Scout troupe as my sister — and they were going up the next week. So now I wouldn’t Even see her for a while.

She’d been gone for a few days before mom handed me the phone and said it was Paula.

She’d talked with her parents, and they agreed to let me visit them there and I could sleep in a cot in the garage. That sounded good enough for me. Mom let me use her car to drive back to the Cape. I planned to drive up Monday and return Friday. I got there a little late on Monday evening, so I set up my cot in the garage, and we all went out for pizza.

I had only a few days there before they were to leave so I figured I had to make the best of it. You know, hang out with Paula and on a Sunfish sailboat and row a dinghy around a bit with her.

Tuesday morning, she came into the garage, kissed me, and told me they were all going to the beach. When I was ready, I should walk down and join them. They’d packed a lunch.

I heard them leave, and half asleep I became aroused at the thought of being alone in the garage in an empty house in an unknown place — go figure.

Slowly, naked on the cot, I stroked myself to a warm and happy orgasm. I lay there covered in jizz for a while, just lost in thought. Happy.

That’s when I heard a sound. I turned my head toward the door and jumped!

“Mrs. Richfield! I …” as I attempted to hide myself.

“Quiet! Wait!” She smiled with her finger to her lips. “Wait. I’ll help. Don’t cover yourself. And please, call me Mom.” As she walked over and sat beside me.

“But I …”

“No. That was beautiful. I can see why my daughter likes you.”

“But we’ve never …”

“I know. She’s told me. That’s okay. But what you did here is just lovely. Let me look at you,” as she seemed to be taking in a deep breath and just staring at my body.

“How long were you there? How much did you see?”

“Everything. And it was perfect. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen a young man ejaculate. And you were lovely. But let me help you clean up and you can shower before we walk to the beach.”

With that she grabbed some towels and slowly wiped my chest and stomach off before I got up and showered.

Dressed, we walked to the beach and had lunch and spent the rest of the day with Paula, her dad and mom. We sat out in the evening and had a nice home cooked meal; all the while Mrs. Richfield kept smiling at me. I can’t say it wasn’t a little creepy.

We went to bed, me to my cot, late and we agreed to sleep late.

I don’t know what time it was when Paula walked into the garage to tell me that she and her dad were going out to the bakery and food shopping and would be back in about an hour. Her mom was still asleep.

Little did I expect, after I heard their car leave the driveway, that her mother, “Mom,” would sneak into the garage and tell me again to be quiet. She sat beside me and put her hand on my bare chest and told me how wonderful it was that I was there.

“Do you mind?” she asked as she began to feel my whole body, slowly sliding my sheet off of me until I was completely naked and exposed. At that point, I wasn’t able to speak well.

“Mrs. Richfield . . .”

“Mom!” she stated.

“Mom, should you be doing this? After all, your Paula’s mother?”

“Shhh. I love doing this. I love when Paula brings a new boy home. Just relax and enjoy what I can offer.”

I did.

Her hands softly wrapped my now firm cock and began to stroke me. What a touch! I had never felt like this before. I must have been on the edge for about forty-five minutes or so before she said, “Well, my boy, it’s your time. When you're ready, call me ‘Mom’ and unload yourself for me. Give me everything!”

I couldn’t wait anymore and released myself all over myself and her hands. She looked down at me and had the most beautiful smile. Maybe it was just how she looked in my afterglow, but she was perfect.

She helped me clean up and hummed the whole time some happy tune. It still was a little creepy, but it sure felt good. Just saying.

Paula and her dad returned, and we all had breakfast together before heading out to the beach. Paula was on one side of me on the blanket and her mother, “Mom,” was close (too close?) on the other. Her dad was on the other side of her mom.

After the day and as they all were retiring for the evening, they said good night as I wandered off to the garage. Paula’s Mom said, “It was a wonderful day, wasn’t it? I can’t wait until tomorrow!” We all agreed — but I wondered what might be happening tomorrow.

So, it was now Thursday morning, my last day there. I woke early, not knowing what was happening this day. Then I found out. Paula’s mom snuck into the garage quietly. ‘Shh,” she said. “They are all still asleep. We don’t want to wake them now, do we?”

“No, ‘Mom,’ I guess not.”

“Good boy. Now let’s see what you have for mommy today,” and she smiled broadly.

It started out the same as yesterday, but as she stroked me, and reminded me to call her ‘Mom’ when it was time, she told me to close my eyes and relax. I did. But it surprised me when now I felt her mouth close around me instead of her hands. Such a wonderful feeling! And her tongue! She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. And it felt so much better than a warm washcloth wrapping my shaft. I lost track of time. The feelings she exuded made my mind drift. I’ll tell you that, to this day, the mouth of an older, experience woman is a gift of nature.

“Now, give mommy everything you have been saving for me, my good little boy.”

I was so much in bliss that her statement didn’t even creep me out this time. And I gave her everything. More than I ever thought I could. I even moaned, “Mommy” without even realizing it! She kept sucking long after I had deflated but finally whispered, “That’s my good boy.”

When my eyes opened, I saw her magnificent smile but realized she wasn’t looking at me. I turned my head to look over at where her attention was directed: at the garage door. Just as I saw the door, I saw it closing as someone scuffled away. “What the . . .,” I said, baffled.

“Shh,” she said again. “Our little secret, my boy.”

There wasn’t much to clean up this day, she had manage to swallow all of my “gift” to her. She left the garage and told me to get ready for breakfast. I had to sit there for a bit before my senses returned.

I finally dressed and entered the dining room. All three of them were sitting at the table chatting as though nothing was unusual. Maybe it wasn’t. We had breakfast and everyone seemed jovial. I was still buzzing though. It was just so weird.

We spent the day wandering and shopping in town and later that evening watched fireworks over the bay. As good as I felt, it was the most bizarre summer vacation I’d ever had.

I left the next morning and we said our goodbyes. Paula hugged me and said she see me soon. “Mom” whispered in my ear as she hugged me, “My good boy.” I shivered a little but felt warm. Her dad shook my hand and thanked me for coming. I wasn’t sure how to take that but said that the pleasure was all mine. He responded, “I’m sure it was.” Now, that was really weirding me out.

I drove home just daydreaming about all that had transpired. Would I do it again? You betcha. But I’d think twice.

When I got home, my mom asked how the trip when. “It was okay,” I told her.

“And how was Mrs. Richfield?”

“She was okay.”

“I’ll bet.”

“What do you mean by that?” I wondered.

“She does have somewhat of a reputation.”

“What kind?”

“She has . . . quirks.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, yes.”

I never did find out what she was really talking about, but I think I knew.

I saw Paula a few times more that summer, but when she left for college, I lost track of her. I never have forgotten that vacation.

I don’t truly know if this experience constitutes “Summer Lovin’” but it was certainly a highly of my life.

Thanks to Juniper Less and Mrs. K for the prompt and for keeping Mmm Mondays — Life Matters going!

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