Chapter 11
Christopher Brady immediately spotted Kip as he walked off the plane at O'Hare International Airport.
"Hey, buddy," Chris said, throwing his arm around Kip's shoulder.
"Man, is it good to see you," Kip said, pulling away, looking at his friend. Kip had missed Chris more than he had figured he would. He never realized how much he depended on him to be there when he had to talk about his problems.
"I'll bet we spend the entire ten days talking! " Chris said as they walked down the busy corridor to the baggage claim area.
Chris was just a bit taller than Kip, and had long blond hair. He was strong and muscular, much like his friend, and walked quickly, swiftly, looking preoccupied with where he was going, but always finding the time to glance at pretty girls in short skirts. "How was the flight?"
"Awful. Ugly chicks, crying babies and dirty old grandmothers. Sat next to this freak who didn't say anything the entire time."
"Good to see you. Really is."
"Likewise."
They picked up Chris' luggage and walked through the huge parking lot till they came to the silver Javelin gleaming in the August sunlight.
"Holy fuck, this yours?" Chris asked, astounded.
"Birthday present from Susan. Nice, huh?"
"Nice, it's fantastic! I got a damn TIE from my folks on my last birthday."
"Susan's amazing," Kip said, with many undertones.
"So I understand, so I understand," Chris said, loading the suitcases into the open trunk. They got in the car and in minutes they were driving along the Kennedy Expressway, toward the Loop.
"Well, how's life?" Chris asked, looking at Kip.
"Pretty good. Well, better than that, actually. I'll tell you about it when we get home and relax. I had a real trauma the other day but I'm over it now, I think."
"We'll talk, God, will we talk. I want all the gory details too, you know! Hell, I've been doing nothing but jerkin' off for the last three weeks."
"I haven't," Kip said, glancing at the boy with a proud smile. "I know, I know!"
"But you'll be getting the real thing soon," Kip said softly.
"What? You got somebody lined up? Hell, I've only had one lay all summer! The only one in my life. Who is she?"
"Susan."
Kip turned to look at Chris a few seconds after he had blurted out his mother's name and saw the boy's eyes almost pop from his head. Chris said nothing. He felt a stirring in his pants and he watched out the window as a new city began to appear before him.
Kip looked over and saw the boy's hard crotch. "Ha! I knew it! You fucker!"
Chris looked at Kip and began to laugh. Then Kip joined in and they felt silly, giddy, all the way to the apartment.
Chris had seen pictures of Susan and thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his short lifetime. He had no idea that she was even more lovely in real life. She extended her hand when he entered the apartment behind Kip and he walked to her and touched her fingertips. Susan looked into his eyes for a moment and Chris felt weak in the knees. He couldn't believe how green her eyes were.
"Hi, Chris," the woman said seductively. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, lightly.
"Hello," Chris said like a love-sick schoolboy.
"Kip's told me a lot about you," Susan said.
"He's told me a lot about you too," Chris said, regretting immediately the ridiculous words he had just spoken. But Susan didn't blush or shudder as he expected. Instead she just winked and turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Why don't you boys wash up for dinner? We'll eat as soon as I take the rolls from the oven!" Susan shouted from the kitchen.
"Come on, put your things in my room," Kip said, picking up one of the suitcases. Chris picked the other one off the floor and followed Kip to the bedroom down the hall.
"Well, do you like her?" Kip asked.
"You know, the few seconds I saw her at the graduation, I mean, I wasn't concentrating . . . and she was wearing that hat and those sunglasses and all. But now, wow!"
"That's what I say," Kip said, walking into the bathroom to clean up for dinner. Chris followed.
The dinner was a strained, though pleasant affair. Pleasant because all three got along beautifully and talked and laughed together in perfect harmony, and strained because of the sexual desire that permeated everything the three said and did. Chris watched Susan slide a piece of buttered roll in her mouth and he couldn't help but wish it was his cock that was entering her there. Kip knew Susan was lusting over Chris at the same time.
But they made it through the meal and immediately after dessert, Susan had to leave for a concert at Orchestra Hall. Kip kissed his mother lightly on the cheek just as she was about to leave. Susan turned to Chris immediately after and kissed him gently on his cheek. He flushed. She left.
The boys proceeded to get drunk as they talked their way through the long evening. They first discussed the things they would do in the following days, and Kip described the sights of Chicago he wanted his friend to see.
But the discussion continued into more serious matters. Kip spoke at length of his involvement with his mother, concentrating on the day of his birthday, when he had almost run away from home. Chris was surprised that Kip had lost control, even for a short time, but was happy that the boy did Come back to his mother. He believed their relationship could work, unique as it was. He knew it was making Kip more happy than it was making him sad and he thought that was the important factor on which to base its continuing or coming to a halt.
Kip told his friend about his worries regarding school, about his fear of being away from Susan. Chris didn't know what to say, but he told Kip he could only try it and see what happened. And Kip said that was what he was planning to do.
The botton of Scotch they had been drinking was nearing empty, so they turned to ginger ale, knowing full well they better not start on something else. Kip was having trouble standing still near the refrigerator. The room seemed to be tipping.
"Hey, you okay?" Chris asked, seeing Kip's face turn white.
"Sure," Kip lied. "Well, maybe I should go to bed."
"Yeah, maybe we both should," Chris said, getting up from the couch. It was late and he had been up early in the day, packing for his trip, and he had been unable to sleep on the plane.
Chris and Kip walked to Kip's room, sat on the bed. Chris leaned back and burped.
"What's it like with Susan?" Chris asked.
"Incredible. Just incredible. My cock in her mouth. In her pussy. Incredible."
"You know, I used to beat off just thinking about her and how pretty she was. Really, I would look at that picture of her over your bed and think that I was fucking her or something like that."
"Why didn't you tell me? I never knew that!" Kip said, turning to his friend. "I was afraid you'd kill me!" They both laughed.
"Hey, you wanna beat off? Like we used to?" Chris asked, physically excited from talking about Susan.
"Sure, why not, been a long time since . . . "
"I know, I know," Chris said, pulling his pants down to his knees. His cock stood up.
Kip followed, pulling his jeans to the floor. He grasped his cock between his fingers and began working it up and down.
"Tell me about her; what's it like?" Chris asked, flopping back on the bed, masturbating.
"Her cunt is covered with the softest, thickest hair in the world. I like to spread the lips with my tongue." Kip's words provided clear images in Chris' mind.
Kip looked over to Chris to see his eyes shut tight, his hand moving swiftly over his stiff cock. And then, for reasons not quickly understandable, Kip looked to the door to see the familiar figure of his mother standing calmly, watching them.
Kip played it cool and didn't say a word. Instead he breathed deep and when Chris urged him to continue talking, he did so, as Susan crept into the room and stood near the blond boy who was too busy beating his prick to notice the presence of a third person.
"Well, I put my tongue in and swirl it around and it gets hot and juicy inside there and she moans and pulls at my hair. The she reaches down and grabs my cock tight in her hand.. . "
Susan reached down and grabbed Chris' cock tightly in her hand and the boy's eyes opened and blinked as he gasped.
Kip watched it all happen. Susan began to stroke Chris' expanded cock as he sat up on the bed, not quite believing what was happening, his mind dulled by alcohol, his senses sliding together in one new and exciting focus, a focus utterly foreign to his senses.
"Oh," Chris moaned as her cool fingers on his burning cock made his blood run faster. She leaned closer to him and kissed him lightly on the neck, while her fingers made long strokes up and down his hardened penis. She held it tightly, stretching the skin up and down, moving it just as she had moved Kip's on many occasions. She was pleased to see his cock was almost as large as Kip's.
Chris pushed his hips upward as Kip helped the situation by tugging the boy's pants down off his legs. As soon as the pants were off, Chris spread his legs and Susan's other hand cupped his heavy balls. The pressure was building within them.
Susan rubbed her own thighs together as she became caught up in the passionate exercise. She could feel sensations stirring deep in her womb, and the tender folds of warm flesh around the opening of her cunt became damp as the lubricating juices flowed from within her tight smooth passage.
Again and again, she traced the outline of the boy's hard cock with her soft finger, feeling it in her palm as she thought she would feel it in her cunt. She kept her lips pressed against his neck and she licked and began biting there against the muscles that strained under the skin.
Kip, at the same time, jumped onto the bed and knelt behind Chris so his cock was inches from Chris' shoulder, inches from his mother's lips. He began jerking his cock in front of her face, knowing she would take his semen when he reached his limit. Chris turned his head a bit, looking over Susan's chestnut hair to see the tip of Kip's swollen cock inches from her mouth.
The massive head of Christopher Brady's young cock erupted with ejaculations like a vomiting volcano onto Susan's now cupping hand. Susan moved her head to watch the eruption. She stared at the exploding organ, her hand pumping automatically from her own excitement. The sight of his climax in her soft hand made her entire body jerk convulsively.
"Come, baby, come," Susan said clearly.
"Oh, yes, yes," Chris said watching his white cum ooze from the tip of his cock. Some of it landed in her hair when it shot, and on his chest, where it dripped to his stomach and ran down to the hairs of his crotch where it mixed with the other wet gushes from his cock.
"Mom!" Kip yelled. Chris turned his head to see Kip thrust the end of his cock in his mother's mouth. Susan grabbed it expertly between her lips and Chris" could see her mouth fill, then swallow, fill, then swallow. Kip moaned and the entire bed shook as he filled his mother's lovely mouth with his juice.
Susan held the organ in her mouth till it became soft. The other penis, in her hand, was now soft also and at exactly the same moment, Susan released both the male organs and stood up, a grin on her face.
"Forgive me, boys, but I got carried away. Nite!" The words seemed to sing from her lips as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. They heard her door close tightly.
Chris and Kip didn't even bother turning out the lights. They flopped back on the bed and were asleep as soon as they hit the pillows.