Chapter 2
Ron and his mother were sitting at the breakfast table when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it Mom," Ron said, and energetically sprinted towards the door. As Ron opened the door, the dark, tan figure of Lisa McAllister stepped into the living room.
"Morning Lise! Morning, Ronny!" Susan chirped.
Susan noticed the embarrassed look in Ron's eyes and tried to patch-up the social slip she had made.
"Morning Ron, I mean!" Susan said. She pulled up a chair at the breakfast table. Susan's beauty was a dark beauty. Her hair was a lusty, Venetian red and blended perfectly with her deeply tanned skin, browned to delicious perfection by hours of nude sun-bathing. Her eyes were a deep, luscious brown and her pretty lips set off her flawless face to sensuous perfection.
"Well, is everyone up for the trip?" Susan asked.
"Can't wait!" Lisa said.
"I'm jazzed," Ron said.
"Oh, by the way," Susan replied, "Ron, do you think you can come out to my car and help me load some things into your camper? Tve got a bunch of stuff."
"Sure," Ron said, rising. "Let's go."
"While you two are doing that," Lisa said, "I'll make a last minute check, then we can leave when you're done, O.K.? "
"Sounds good," Susan said. "Let's go, Ron."
Ron and Susan stepped outside.
As Susan walked in front of Ron, leading him towards her car, he could not help but admire the shapely, trim body of his mother's friend. Susan was wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans and a bikini top, which left her wasp-like waist, girlish thighs, and smooth, curving back exposed. Ron actually received a great deal of stimulating pleasure just from watching the delicious-looking Susan walk. Something primal in Ron was responding as he eyed the dark girl's thighs as they swelled and contracted in the tight-fitting garment of her cut-off jeans. He could see the shape of the fleshy cleft of her buttocks as it hollowed deliciously from the small of her bronze back and disappeared in the curve of her crotch. Ron let his thoughts run freely through his mind as to what it would be like to screw Susan. His mother was his mother, but Susan was not. True, she was his mother's age, but she was a woman, and a damn fine good-looking one at that. Ron was beginning to become fascinated at the thought of what an older woman would be like in bed. Would she scream? Would she go wild? Would she even suck his cock? Ron didn't know, but he would sure like to find out!
Susan opened the tfuck of her car and pointed to the leather suitcases.
"There's the stuff," she said.
Ron grabbed the two heaviest suit-cases.
"I'll get the other one," Susan said. Susan could not help but notice the trim muscular body of her friend's son. The muscles in his man-like arms bulged as he effortlessly carried the heavy suitcases across the lawn as though they were bags of feathers. Susan admitted the manly fanning-out of his shoulders and the V-like tapering of his torso as it tapered down to his tight, firm buttocks was quite enticing. Susan wondered if the youth had enough sexual experience to handle a woman like herself, or if he didn't would he be "open to suggestions?" She knew that he was at the age when his curiosity was rampant. If she made advances towards him would he freak out? Would he tell Lisa? Susan decided the best way to find out was to try!
Ron set down the two suitcases, then opened the camper door. He set the two suitcases in the camper's built-in cupboard, then sat on the bed, which took up the left wall of the camper.
"I guess you'll sleep up there," Ron said, pointing to an extra bunk which was created by a niche in the camper, about five feet above the floor, "and Mom will sleep here."
Susan's pretty eyes blinked and she smiled.
"Where will you sleep, Ron?" she asked, her voice rich with meaning.
Ron stuttered a moment, then replied:
"I.. . I guess I'll sleep outside."
Susan stepped into the camper and sat down on the bed beside Ron.
"Awwwww," she purred, bending close to him, and letting her warm, sensuous breath trail down his neck.
Ron felt his pulse quicken and his body tingle with a strange hot-cold feeling as Susan rubbed the back of his neck slowly with her hand. Suddenly Susan kissed him soulfully on the mouth, her agile, warm tongue teasing his mouth with undulating, promising lavings. Ron felt the sudden tingle in his cock as Susan boldly pressed the palm of her hand against his crotch. She felt his dick begin to swell and was amazed to discover that the youth was quite well-hung. She started to unzip his pants.
"Susan, Ron, are you out there?" Lisa called. "I'm ready!"
Susan slowly pressed her fingers to Ron's lips. "Later, lover," she said.