The text read simply "cu sun pm XX."
Melissa was surprised that such an offhanded communication from her son could evoke such a range of conflicting emotions in her.
She was pleased that over the last few weeks Ben had started to make friends in Greenleaf, and was getting out and enjoying the summer with them. He'd gone off with a group to Summerset Island this morning.
She was saddened that she wouldn't see her son at home this evening. The text meant the kids had found a place to crash at the beach, as they'd hoped.
She felt guilty that she'd been hoping he would send her a message like this one.
She felt horny, because Ben being gone for the night meant that she could attend the late evening get-together at Sharon's that the blonde had described euphemistically as her "ladies yard party," after all.
She arrived at Sharon's just after sunset. Her neighbor greeted her clad in yoga pants, sandals, and nothing else. She held a mostly-empty glass of red wine in her hand.
"We're all out back." Sharon hugged Melissa. "Everyone's dying to meet you. Especially the guys."
Melissa found herself blushing. She also found herself overdressed for the second time at Sharon's, and this time she was wearing only a black triangle bikini. She immediately ditched the top.
About a dozen people were out in the back yard, some in the pool itself, all of them naked and most of them engaged in some form of sexual activity. Women were blowing guys or fucking out in the open on blankets or couches. A slim, silver-haired older woman was on her hands and knees in the grass, sucking off one partner while a second thrust in and out of her cunt in rhythm to rap blasting from the outdoor sound system.
The males were all young adults. Most of the women appeared closer to Melissa's age, or older. The apparent exception was a couple sitting together on a lounger, furiously making out. The guy might have been a school friend or teammate of C.J's. He was with a striking young woman who wore her hair in a half-shaved pixie cut and dyed an electric fuchsia. She was heavily tattooed and sported nipple rings and a clitoral piercing, easily visible as she reclined open-legged while her partner finger-fucked her hairless cunt.
"At least one of these kids has a girlfriend," Melissa said dryly. Following her gaze, Sharon laughed loudly.
"Honey, that's Alice and Bobby Tilson. She's his mother and she's, like, forty-five."
"No way." Even at a second glance, Alice appeared to be in her twenties. There was not a trace of sag to her full breasts or to the pert ass that squirmed and bounced energetically against the chair webbing in response to Bobby's deft exploration of her pussy.
Melissa let out a morose sigh. "Damn...why are all the women in this town so—so
perfect?
"
"Beats me, Mel. Maybe it's something in the water." Sharon laughed. "Except, who fucking drinks water? Anyway, you're not exactly a poke in the eye from a sharp stick. All I hear from Connor all week is 'will Melissa be at the party?'"
"He's here?" Melissa asked, embarrassed at her own inability to hide her excitement.
"Yeah. Disloyal little man-slut that he is," Sharon said out of the side of her mouth.
Melissa colored again. Since she'd first fucked Sharon's son the three had gotten together twice more. The easy sexual intimacy she shared with her blonde neighbor nourished a part of her nature that she'd long suppressed in the service of a traditional marriage. Yet as much as she was coming to love Sharon she feared that she couldn't hide the fact that the focus of her desire was C.J.
"There now, don't you go takin' me serious," Sharon cautioned. "Around here, a jealous mother would miss out on an awful lot of Grade-A prime dick. Whatcha drinkin'?"
"What you've got looks good."
"See, you do have a sense of humor." Sharon tripped off in the direction of the wet bar.
"So, you're Ben's mother." Melissa turned to see a gorgeous redhead with sea-green eyes. "Ruth Stewart."
"You...know Ben?" Melissa shook hands but felt her stomach tighten.
"Oh, he's been to the farm to hang out with C.J. and Keith a couple of times. Great kid. Kinda broody in a cute way."
Don't be naive,
Melissa told herself. All at once, she feared that she couldn't fit in with Sharon's crowd at all. Her emotions were at war. At one moment she was excited at the prospect of letting her sexual urges run wild in this village of unapologetic sluts, and in the next, she was full of suspicions and protective of her son.
She wasn't blind to the contradiction between her distrust of Ruth's motives and the fact that she'd come here this evening hoping to fuck Sharon's son again. But her self-honesty had limits, and she hurriedly rejected the thought that her wariness of the redhead was not a motherly concern at all, but jealousy. The mental image of Ben fucking other women came too quickly and too often to her these days and always left her near panic.
"Here go." Sharon handed Melissa a glass. "Ruthie and I go way back. We humped our way through the senior class and half the faculty in high school and—Hello? Earth calling Mel..." She snapped her fingers in Melissa's face.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, I was just...thinking..."
"You are
so
Ben's mom," Ruth said with a coy smile.
"All right, Girl..." Sharon took Melissa's arm, turned her, and gestured out into the darkness beyond the pool deck. "Last I saw, Connor was out at the Jacuzzi. Alone. Go git 'im."
"She's got a date." Sharon and Ruth's laughing voices trailed away behind Melissa as she wandered out into the darkness alone. She was too horny now to care what anyone thought.
It was a moonless night. The only illumination beyond the pool deck was cast by footlights set into the ground on either side of the long stone walkway leading out into the yard. Guided only by the path and the sound of flowing water ahead, after a few hundred feet she came upon the Jacuzzi so unexpectedly that she nearly slipped over the rim into the water.
Before her was a grand spa, set into the ground and surrounded by an artful landscape arrangement of rough-hewn granite boulders. At the far edge, a miniature waterfall bubbled and tumbled down several sculpted rock terraces into the pool. The landscaping effect was that of a natural mountain pond.
Lights hidden in the stone illuminated the bushes and shrubs surrounding the spa, but the water was dark. Her eyes searched the surface to no avail. She suddenly felt very alone and a little creeped out by her isolation.
"Mrs. Jacobs?" C.J.'s baritone rumbled out of the darkness to her right.
"Oh!" She stepped down into the warm flowing water and waded toward the sound of his voice. Then she saw him, dark and looming, his big shoulders and torso and his head of short curls outlined by the dim blue glow of the lights behind him. He held out his arms and drew her close. Her moment of anxiety faded as she pressed her face into his muscular chest. He was completely naked. She felt his erection pressed against her tummy.
"Let me get out of these," she whispered, pulling away from him to slide her bikini bottom off and toss it onto a nearby rock. When she reached for him again in the darkness his powerful hands closed on her waist. He kissed her hair, her ear, and down the side of her neck. His left hand tugged at her stiff nipples while his right crept down to the gap between her thighs.
"Oh God..." she moved her hips to grind her mound against the giant cock that she'd dreamt of ever since their last encounter. She reached down and grasped the iron-hard shaft, guiding it forward and up until the head grazed her cunt.
