"See you soon" turned out to be in two weeks. While the erotic thoughts of a romantic family fivesome were never far from their minds, busy schedules helped the time pass. Finally, the second week wrapped up and the Saturday afternoon meeting at the Walker house arrived.
Cathy and Meg shared an overnight bag and as they began the short drive, Cathy asked, "So... nervous? Excited?"
"More excited," Meg answered. "Some of those videos about swingers... it's hard to get those outta my head. A group of people just sharing, enjoying each other. I guess this is gonna be a mini version of that."
Cathy's brow furrowed. While she had enjoyed her first swing session, it had been with responsible, experienced adults. She was worried that her daughter might come to accept a similar group sex occurrence with her age group... and that could get out of hand, considering the raging hormones at work.
"I'm happy that we're going to... expand our -- your -- horizons with the Walkers," Cathy said. "You know I trust you and believe you'll make the right decisions. You just need to be careful you don't become a gangbang girl."
She looked toward her daughter and they both laughed. "You're joking, right mom?"
Cathy nodded the affirmative, but she hoped her humor also came across as a subtle message.
Susan greeted them at the door, each receiving a warm hug. She walked them to the den. Brian and Bret stood to add their hugs of welcome. Everyone was dressed casually. They had drinks -- the women chilled Chablis, the men beers. Neither Bret nor Meg were fond of alcohol, but drinking with the adults made them feel like they were equals.
After about half an hour of sips and conversation, Brian stood up. "I think we should adjourn to the boudoir."
They made their way to the master bedroom. The lights were dimmed low and several scented candles flickered around the room. Brian skimmed out of his polo, unbuckled and unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. In minutes, everyone was naked.
Susan and Brian had gamed out the "first act." Bret took Cathy's hand and led her to one side of the bed. Brian did the same with Meg. Susan was content starting as the "fifth wheel" so the two couples could enjoy themselves. She thought that if the situation offered itself, she might join in.
Brian was almost a foot taller than Meg. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his spread legs. His cock was already at full staff. She smiled her approval, her small hand curling around his girth. She bent her head, and they kissed deeply, Brian's hands covering her firm breasts.
Bret and Cathy embraced, his cock pinned between their bodies. His girlfriend's mom was a hottie and he could feel the spark of passion filling his chest. Her hard nipples scraped his chest as their arms circled each other, their lips plastered together, their mouths open.
Brian's thumbs moved upward from under Meg's breasts. He watched her mounds mold inward and slide under his thumbs. As they moved over her hard nipples, they bent upward, pinched against her firmness. They bounced back when his thumbs slipped past them. Meg shuddered. Then she moaned when his mouth captured one of her pink buds, his teeth lightly tugging it as his tongue avidly lapped it. Her other breast was flattened by his strong hand.
Meg's hand was now tugging and rubbing his erect staff. Its tip was leaking silvery fluid and she used that to slicken his bulging purple tip. She squeezed the blood from the head, reducing its size, then released it. As her hand stroked below his knob, the blood returned, swelling it again.
"Can I suck your cock?" Her voice was husky, passionate. He released her breasts, which were heaving with pleasure and from her heavy breathing. His answer was to lean flat on his back. Megan dropped to her knees between his hairy, strong legs. Her hands roamed up and down his thighs, her fingertips teasing his skin.
A pearly drop of seminal fluid glistening on the tip of his cock. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, her lips sliding over the soft spongy glans. Her tongue lapped at his precum, further slickening his bulge.
Bret could hear what was happening with his dad and his girlfriend and his ardor was racing. "Gawd, Cathy, I REALLLY wanna fuck you," his cock was quivering against her smooth stomach.
She kissed him softly and looked in his eyes. "Me too, sweetie. But let's slow down a bit. You know it will make it better." Cathy pushed him back on the bed and got on her knees beside him. Her eyes blazed as she viewed his trim, firm body. "Let me play with you so when you cum, it'll be a gusher."
He moaned as her manicured nails teased over his chest. She lightly brushed over his tiny nipples and the bumpy skin surrounding them. Cathy leaned down to lick and kiss one nipple while her fingers pinched the other. Then she reversed the procedure.
"I love that," he managed in a hoarse whisper.
"I know. Meg told me." That his girlfriend shared sexual details with her mom made his taut stomach quiver.
She cupped one breast and leaned over his body, squeezing her mound to make her nipple taut. She teased both of his spit-slicked nubs with her sensitive bud. Moving lower, she gripped his stiff stalk with one hand while rubbing her nipple over his cock head. She was rewarded with a small spurt of his juice. She used that lubricant to rub her nip over his knob, pushing her rubbery protuberance into the slit that had produced the precum.
Cathy then flopped down next to the youth. "Your turn. Play with me. Lick my titty clean and then eat my pussy."
Meg heard her mom's x-rated sex talk and felt her pussy twitch. They were with a father and his son -- her boyfriend. Her head bobbed faster as she eagerly gobbled Brian's throbbing man meat. His fingers combed through her hair, lightly rubbing her head in appreciation of her cock worship.
Susan was enjoying the scenes. One hand was fondling her full breasts and the other was pleasuring her pussy. Her index and middle fingers lightly stroked her labia, alternating between teasing touches and more forceful rubbing. Much of her attention focused on her stepson and Cathy.
Bret, always a polite young man, ignored the growing ache of his rock-hard prick to follow the woman's orders. His tongue lapped his seminal fluid from her breast, his tongue whipping back and forth over Cathy's throbbing his nipple. His mouth went back and forth, suckling both mounds. Her back arched in pleasure.
His hand was covering her hot, humid crotch. The heel of his palm mashed into the pubic arch, exerting control. Cathy's hips wriggled her hips energetically to illustrate that his actions were welcome. Through gritted teeth, she whispered, "Your mouth... down there... my pussy."
Bret understood the "order of battle." Before they would fuck, he needed to please her with his lips and tongue. He slid down her body, his hands pushing her thighs wide. His mouth hovered over her needy pussy. He blew warm gusts of breath on her slit and watched it quiver.
"You bastard," she breathed. Her hands went around his head, her legs around his shoulders, her ankles crossing.
