On Golden Lake Part 2

Blake let Meg sort out her thoughts in silence, but he was far from inactive. He danced his fingers from her thigh up and over the swell of her hips, and slowly, seductively caressed her smooth ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her bare ass! At once firm, but pliable. She seemed to like the touch as well - she sighed softly in response. Down the hall, he heard Justin turn off the shower, but he continued. His fingertips drifted along the crack of her sexy ass, then he ran the tip of his index finger over her asshole toward her pussy lips. He was delighted to find that they were swollen and slippery with her juices. He fingered her hot cunt, rubbing the silky wetness.

"Oh yes," sighed Meg breathily. She arched her back, thrusting her ass against his probing fingers, seeking out the stimulation they provided.

"Mmmm," Blake sighed. He removed his hand from her wet cunt lips, grabbed his cock, and guided it against her pussy. He slid the swollen cockhead up and down, rubbing it against her and coating it with the wetness of her juices. He chuckled softly. "Someone's getting horny."

Meg groaned, and pressed back against him insistently. She knew where this was heading...she was going to get fucked by this handsome man again, and she wanted it...NEEDED it...desperately.

Blake's prick was as hard as steel in his hand. The anticipation of fucking Meg again was overwhelming to him, and he knew that Justin would soon come out of the shower. Once again, he was going to fuck this slut in front of her horny young son. He probed her wet cunt with his cock, and rubbed it in circles against her swollen clit. She inhaled sharply in response, and he smiled - he knew she was ready to receive him inside her. He aimed his cock lower, wedging it against her swollen pussy lips, and thrust his hips against her.

"Oh God Blake!" she cried out softly. "Yesss." She groaned with ecstasy at the sensation of his wonderful manhood snaking deeply into her, inch by inch, until it was buried as deeply as it would go. He paused, and she humped back against him, feeling his wiry pubic hair pressed against her buttcheeks, tickling them. She felt his hand reach around her, sliding across her pubic hair. His fingers brushed against her clitoris, and it was as if a bolt of electricity shot through her. "Oh Blake!" she cried softly. "Fuck me!"

She groaned huskily as her lover began to thrust back and forth, his stiff cock sliding in and out in long, smooth strokes. All the while, his talented fingers rubbed her swollen clitoris in tight little circles. She clutched the cool sheet next to her in her clenched fist, and gave herself completely to her lover. She was surprised, in a way, at how she was responding. She had orgasmed time and again last night at the hands of her two lovers, yet here she was again, horny and aching with desire, and needing to cum.

Blake's hand stimulated her expertly...her pussy was on fire, pulsating and quivering in her lust. He began to fuck her faster and faster...his cock sliding noisily and wetly between her tight, clinging pussy lips. His pelvis slapped against her ass, drilling into her harder and harder. And at the same time, his nimble fingers frigged her clitoris. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the delightful sensations in her pussy. She felt every inch of the man's steely cock sliding in and out of her welcoming vagina. His fingers rubbed her sensitive clitoris in rapid, circular motions, bringing her closer and closer....

"Oh Blake...fuck me harder..." she pleaded in a husky, out-of-breath voice. She bucked her hips violently, impaling herself on his prick. It was difficult, lying on her side like this, but she thrust her ass against him as best she could. And all the while, his cock slid in and out, making liquid slapping sounds. "Yes...yes...YES...YES," she groaned. "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME...FUCK ME...". Blake's fingers were a rapid blur on her clitoris. She was so close...she desired Blake with all her will. "Oh...oh...oh...uh huh...uh...uh...YES...Oh God you're gonna make me cum." And suddenly, the delightful sensations reached a peak, and with a long animalistic moan, she was cumming hard. "OH MY GOD YES! OH GOD FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she begged. Her body was wracked with violent spasms...she was vaguely aware of Blake moaning harshly in her ear, and she knew that the two of them were cumming together, as one, lost in each other's passion. The two lovers writhed their sweaty bodies together, each using the other to get themselves off. They groaned loudly in unison, as Blake pistoned his erection in and out of her wet, clinging pussy.

Gradually, her orgasm subsided, and Meg lay gasping, sweat dripping off her brow. Blake's wonderful penis was softening inside her, no longer filling her. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking her long lashes in the sunlight that poured through the bedroom window. A hazy blur slowly came into focus...it was Justin, standing in the bedroom doorway. He was nude, holding a bath towel in his hand, watching her and Blake intently. Her eyes flickered down his body, and she saw that her son's penis was standing erect, pointing at her.

Oh God. He had been watching them. Suddenly the single-mindedness of her orgasm was forgotten, and she was a responsible mother again. She moaned softly, this time in despair. Her confusion was enormous, her mind conflicted. She had to get away!

"Justin..." she began. She paused uncertainly. "We...we need to go now. Put your clothes on okay sweetie?" She drew away from Blake and sat up on the edge of the bed. She placed her arm across her breasts protectively, in a futile effort to hide her nakedness from Justin. "Blake, Justin and I need to go." Her eyes darted around the room, searching for her clothes. Her blue dress lay in a crumpled heap on the floor near the foot of the bed where if had fallen the night before, and she quickly strode over to retrieve it. She couldn't find her panties, but it didn't matter. She stepped into the dress and began pulling it up, aware as she did so that Blake's freshly-deposited sperm was seeping out of her pussy, dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

"Meg, are you okay?" Blake asked. She glanced darkly at him as she pulled the dress up, over her hips. He was lying there on the bed, his penis now shriveled. She looked away quickly, back toward Justin. He was still standing there in the doorway, his penis erect. For some inexplicable reason, this made Meg angry. "Justin, get your clothes on!" she shouted at him wildly. The boy, startled, began to gather his things. Meg was immediately sorry for the outburst, but she couldn't help it. Her emotions were raw and tormented. Tears came to her eyes.

"Meg, don't be angry," pleaded Blake.

"I'm...I'm sorry Blake. I have to go." Her voice was choked with emotion, her chest heaving with sobs.

She buttoned the dress with trembling fingers as Justin hastily put his clothes on. Without so much as a backward glance at Blake, she put her hand on her son's shoulder and prodded him out the door. The two of them left the house, and they walked in awkward silence down the lane to their cabin. All the while, Meg felt Blake's semen bubbling out of her, trickling down her legs. The feeling tormented her, reminding her of what she had just done.

When they arrived, Meg slipped into her bedroom, retrieved her bathing suit from the dresser, and hastily put it on. She walked into the kitchen, where Justin was standing uncertainly. She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring kiss. "Fix yourself some breakfast okay sweetie? I'm going to go for a swim." She had to get away to sort out her thoughts - away from Blake, away from even Justin. She should stay with him, and comfort him. But she couldn't, not now at least. She strode purposefully down to the beach, waded into the warm water up to her hips, and dove in.

The water felt refreshing and cleansing on both her body and her soul. She dogpaddled for a while, stretching her muscles, and then flipped over, backstroking across the bay. She watched the puffy white clouds moving lazily across the sky as she swam. Her mind was slowly clearing. God, what a trying few days these had been! What was she to do?

For one thing, she thought to herself, she needed to quit being angry with Justin for things that weren't in his control. Why had she yelled at him at Blake's house? It wasn't HIS fault that he was aroused by what she and Blake were doing. And what about Blake? This wasn't exactly his fault either. Or was it? She just couldn't sort it out. She turned back toward shore, and picked up the pace of her swim until her lean muscles were tired and sore. She reached the beach in front of the cabin and staggered onto the warm sand. She bent over to pick up her towel and walked, exhausted, up the beach stairs to the cabin.

Justin was finishing a bowl of cheerios as Meg walked into the kitchen. He dropped his spoon in the bowl and looked up, shyly and uncertainly, as she approached him. He looked timid, scared even, and his expression broke Meg's heart. A loving glow came over her, and she bent down and hugged her son with a long, warm embrace. "I'm sorry I yelled at you sweetie. I shouldn't have."

Justin hugged her back, tightly. "It's okay Mom."

"Justin," said Meg haltingly. "What we've done is...is...". She didn't know how to finish. "What I mean to say is...". Good grief, she had no idea how to deal with this. Maybe later she would be able to express herself. Unable to comfort him with words, she ran her fingers through his tousled hair reassuringly, then pulled up a chair and sat next to him. They looked at each other in silence for a moment until they both smiled to break the nervous tension. "I guess neither of us knows what to say," she said at last.

"It's okay, Mom. Maybe later."

She shook her head and sighed loudly. He was dealing with this better than she was. "You're growing up so fast," she said finally.

Justin grinned, but didn't reply. Suddenly the emotions welled up inside her. "I love you Justin," and she leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you too Mom."