"I… I don't know what to say," Joanne said unevenly, knowing that Bob was probably right in his analysis, if a little crude in delivering it.
"Just don't say anything and let him apologize," Doug said, clenching his fists again and starting to move threateningly towards Bob.
Then he told me about you and him and what happened," Doug said, flushing deep red as he looked accusingly into Joanne's big eyes.
"Those things happen, Doug. You would've been first if you'd come home. I don't see why you re so angry," Joanne said, staring at her son curiously.
"It's just that- Aww, shit! I guess I wanted to be the first one, that's all," Doug said sullenly.
"Ain't that cute," Bob said mockingly.
"Shut up!" Doug shouted back.
"Jim, take my son upstairs. I'll talk to Bob," Joanne said as she brushed back her long blonde hair and walked behind her living-room couch towards Bob. She'd pushed the dark-haired teen behind it when he and Doug had started arguing violently. It all started when she and Jim came home. The two of them had gone out to do a little grocery shopping for dinner. When she and the tall teen had opened the living-room door, they found Bob and Doug nearly at each other's throats. Bob had told her son just how he'd fucked her that evening, and how she had reacted to every movement he made. Obviously, Doug wasn't as liberal about who shared her box as he seemed. It was all that Joanne and Jim could do to keep the two teens from tearing away at each other.
Now it was almost halfway through their vacation, and Joanne wanted them to make up. First, she hated the idea of being responsible for the break-up of a friendship. Secondly, she loved the way Bob's body pound against hers and reamed out her snatch. She hated to give all that up just because of some silly argument.
"Now, what's this all about? Why did you have to dump something like this on Doug all of a sudden?" Joanne cried out.
"What's the big deal? I mean, so you slept with me. Hell, I find out you slept with Jim and Doug at the same time, which is a hell of a lot kinkier than fucking solo. I mean, I can't see why everybody's so uptight," Bob blurted out.
Joanne sauntered up to him and put her right arm around his shoulders.
"Listen, that's just the way Doug is. He's pretty possessive-I guess maybe because of his father dying and all, I don't know. Just try to humor him. He didn't mean all the things he said to you," Joanne said sympathetically.
"You don't think so?" Bob asked after several minutes went by.
"Not really. He's just hurt. Give Doug a little time to get himself together. I'll talk with him and make sure everything's settled before he talks to you," Joanne said, giving the teen a little hug.
"I sure wish you would.. I mean, Doug's about my best friend, and I'd hate to lose him," Bob said as he bent forward and kissed Joanne affectionately on the forehead.
"I'll go up to see him right now. Just you wait down here for a while," Joanne said, flashing him a broad smile as she climbed slowly up the stairs.
It took a lot of coaxing and mother advice, to pry Doug out of his bedroom. But he finally met with Bob. After some talking, the two teens were hugging and apologizing to one another. Joanne's heart pounded happily-both because she'd managed to get the two friends back together again, and because two teens-one being her son-had almost had a violent argument over her. It was about the highest compliment a woman could get from a man. Joanne watched the three teens talking together and wondered how she'd gotten so lucky to have three cocks like that staying under the same roof all at the same time.
The rest of the teens' stay was uneventful-at least as far as Joanne's pussy was concerned. The bays seemed to have made a pact not to touch her while they stayed there. Joanne even tried to seduce Doug when his two friends had stepped out for an hour or so to do some last-minute shopping. But the teen said that it wouldn't be fair to his friends to start fucking her when they weren't there!
Joanne wound up biting her fingernails and going a little crazy when she drove the teens back to the station.
"A damned good stay," Bob said, winking at her.
"Thanks for everything, Mrs. Hill," Jim said, shaking her hand sheepishly as he turned red and climbed quickly onto the bus.
"Oh, God, Doug, I wish you didn't have to… Joanne found herself saying with tears in her eyes.
"Hey, you'll be up there in a few days, right? I mean, we all decided that you should come on up before all the games get started. You could watch us practice and all that shit. Besides, you're not doing anything down here," Doug said, looking sadly into Joanne's eyes.
The blonde almost broke down right there. Her son was right. She didn't have much of a life in Los Angeles right now. Everything she cared about now was north of her.
"I'll be up there before you know it," Joanne said bravely as she stepped back and waved good-bye. As the bus disappeared out of the station, Joanne felt as if part of her life were slipping away. She knew that people would hound her out of town if they knew what she and the teens had been doing. But her empty, aching box told her now that she was far from wrong when she spread her legs for her son and his two hunky, hung friends.
Four days later Joanne was getting ready to pack for her trip up north when the phone rang.
"Mom, it's Doug," a voice at the other end of the line said cheerily.
Joanne's heart pounded wildly. At first she was thrilled that he had called her. Then she worried that he might be canceling all their plans. The sports events weren't for another two, weeks. Maybe Bob, Jim and he had all changed their minds and decided not to invite her up this early-or not invite her up at all. Something like that would have killed her! What would her itching, aching, empty pussy do for cock? For the last few days Joanne had almost constantly been fingering herself or jamming the dildo up her shitter or cunt to get relief from the painful itch.
"What's wrong?" Joanne asked nervously.
"Hey, don't worry. Everything's all set up here. We've got you a room and the whole bit. The teachers up here were a little worried about you coming over so soon. They didn't have everything set up for all the parents. But I talked to them and they finally came around," Doug said.
Joanne felt her snatch-lips swell and heat up with the sudden rush of blood that her son's voice brought on. She realized how much she missed his heavy cock and balls now. It'd be the old dildo tonight.
"That's wonderful. I'll fly up tomorrow, if that's all right with you," Joanne said, happy that she'd be seeing her son and his friends again.
"Even Bob and Jim are looking forward to seeing you," Doug said, laughing softly into the receiver. "I think we've got some new plans for you."
Joanne felt her nipples springing loose from her tit-flesh and scratching angrily at her tight bra-cups. Just the sound of her son's voice-that undercurrent of sexual lust and excitement-made her pussy juice up and swell.
"Jut one more thing. Jim's got a younger sister who wants to come up from San Diego. He talked to her last night and told her that she could come up with you. It sounded okay to me, if you don't mind, Mom," Doug said softly.
Joanne's flesh sprung up into gooseflesh whenever her son's voice got that low.
"It's fine with me. That'll give me some companionship on the plane," Joanne said, wondering what kind of sister a stud like Jim would have.
"Good. She's coming on the three-thirty bus from San Diego. Well, I've got to get back to the studies. See you tomorrow. You'll call when you get to the airport?"
"Don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I know how to take care of myself," Joanne said happily.
"I'll say you do. See you, Mom."
Joanne hung up the phone and sat on the chair for several minutes, thinking about the reunion that was going to take place tomorrow. She hadn't been away from her son that long-but it felt like years instead of days. I hope that girl isn't any kind of problem. Joanne thought to herself as she pulled herself out of the chair to continue packing. Jim wasn't any kind of idiot by any means. The blonde just hoped that the girl could be gotten rid of tactfully whenever they all decided to have a go at it in the sack.