Y Tu Lolá También Pt. 01
Lo got on the road early. Packed for the long weekend, an anticipatory grin on her face, a glint in her eye, she gave me the briefest of pecks on the cheek before speeding away in her car, off to the suburbs to meet Meri.
Lo had done her utmost best to quarantine for fourteen days, get a COVID test, and insure that this weekend, planned out while the COVID numbers were way down in our part of the country, went off without a hitch.
After all that hard work and self-deprivation over the past fortnight, she was eager to get to her destination with Meri - a three day camping weekend in a remote corner of our state.
Finally the two of them would be able to frolic freely, feel each other up fervently, and fuck like banshees.
I was not invited. It was to be a lesbian lovers' retreat.
So you can imagine what a shock it was to Lo when, arriving at MILF Meri's house, rather than the two of them hopping in Meri's SUV, the three of them did - Lo, Meri, and Meri's youngest son!
Meri explained that, at the last minute, just before they were to depart, she got a phone call from her son's friend's mom that one person in their house had the sniffles and so, in an abundance of caution, she thought it best if Meri's son not spend the weekend with them.
Meri's husband Scott and the two older boys were on their own camping weekend. Everyone had been eagerly anticipating, after so many months of stay-at-home orders, getting out into some new environs. Only Meri's youngest son wanted to stay behind and spend the weekend with his buddy whom he hadn't seen since March. And now that plan was scrapped.
There was nothing to be done about it since Meri didn't feel comfortable letting her son stay home alone for the weekend. (Truth be told, Lo saw no problem with that and was more than a little irked that Meri spoiled the boy, and, in so doing, spoiled their weekend plans.) All packed up, the three of them headed off to the sylvan paradise.
Lo had hoped for a sexy, flirty ride full of juicy talk about hopes, dreams, memories, and dirty fantasies. But instead, she found herself censoring all her thoughts and, as a result, keeping unusually quiet most of the trip. Meri tried to make lighthearted conversation of the PG variety, but it seemed awkward and forced. It was becoming clear that, other than a passionate desire for each other's bodies, they had very little in common.
It was only an hour and a half to the campsite. Meri hadn't been camping in forever. Lo brought all our equipment, but that only included one tent. The thought of that weighed on Lo's mind the entire way out there. She debated whether to stop at a Walmart or sporting goods store and pick up a second tent, or to wait for Meri to suggest a solution. No one said anything.
They pulled into their little "primitive tent site" that only provided water. No electric. There was no one around them because, due to COVID, the campground only allowed 1/3 capacity. They - meaning Lo - set up the small tent as Meri and son assessed the provisions and prepared a salad for lunch. And that meant Meri made a salad while her son sat at the picnic table scrolling through his smart-phone, trying to get service or something.
After lunch, they changed into bathing suits and went to the lake where they relaxed in the sun. It was nice to almost forget about COVID for a while. Lo and Meri shared G&Ts while Meri's son swam.
Lo turned to Meri and finally brought up the elephant on the beach. "What are we going to do about sleeping arrangements tonight?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, where are we all going to sleep? There's only one tent."
"It will be fine," said Meri without giving it a further thought. She didn't even consider that maybe Lo wasn't fine with it. "We all have sleeping bags."
Lo let it go for the time being. She enjoyed the sunshine and quiet. Meri was wearing a skimpy bikini and attracting the stares of some of the dads on the beach and the ire of the moms. Lola was wearing her more modest bikini and was not used to being second fiddle, especially to an older woman and mom! She felt a little like Meri's accessory - a fancy handbag, a diamond bracelet - that garnered MILF Meri more attention. That was fine by her at the time. She wasn't interested in any of the men on the beach and didn't need any problems with the women. She also could be counted as one of Meri's admirers. Lo definitely had a thing for her.
Lo's eyes were darting from Meri to the few bathers on the shore, to Meri's son in the water. She couldn't deny that he was cute and had a nice sixpack on his tall and lanky body. But she kept shutting down that avenue of thought from her mind.
When he came in from the lake, Lo got up and slowly submerged into the warm water. Meri followed. They swam out to the floating dock that was about a hundred yards from shore. They climbed up on it and sat there in the sun as the water gently rocked the square wooden raft.
"I really was looking forward to tonight," said Lo.
"I'm still looking forward to it," replied Meri.
"What do you mean? There's no way we can do anything while he's in the tent with us."
Meri looked off toward the distant shore where her son was lying out in the sun. "I suppose if you're not comfortable with it. . ."
"You mean, you'd still fool around with me even if. . .?"
"If he was asleep, maybe."
"Yeah, maybe," agreed Lo, still dubious.
They swam back to the shore and, after a little more suntanning, they went back to the tent site to prep for dinner.
Lo and Meri exchanged the G&Ts for a bottle of white wine, which they also used to sauté the fish they were cooking over the campfire. Then a second bottle was opened. Lo noticed that Meri drank at least two glasses for every one glass Lo had.
The sun slowly set and they opened up the chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers for dessert.
Before they were even done, Meri disappeared into the tent, leaving Lo to do the cleaning up to keep the racoons and bears away. The young man went to the bathrooms to get ready for bed. Lo peaked her head in the tent and found Meri spread out on the blankets and sleeping bags, naked, sound asleep.
"Meri! Meri!" Lo whispered intently. "Meri, you gotta move over and get under the covers."
It was a warm night. Lo got in the tent and slid Meri over. Meri was like a sack of potatoes. Lo got her onto the side of tent just in time, as her son entered the tent at that moment.
"She's passed out," said Lo flatly.
"No surprise there," he responded.
"You can sleep in the middle," said Lo. "I'm going to brush my teeth."
Lo walked to the bathhouse and fretted about the situation. This was not how she envisioned this get-away going.
She walked slowly back towards the tent. The dark shadows of the tall trees on the even darker path gave shape to her foreboding mood.
When she got back to the tent, she slowly entered. She found Meri's son in there looking at his phone.
"Absolutely no signal," he said.
"Can you leave that on a sec?" asked Lo. "I need the light."
Lo pulled down her jeans and threw them into a corner. She was wearing pink panties. She pulled off her shirt and threw that into a corner. With her back to Meri's son, she removed her bra and put on a loose fitting t-shirt. Then she got under the blanket.
"OK, you can turn it off now."
Lo lay next to him, rigid and tense. In her imagination, he too was rigid and tense. Other than the crickets and an occasional hoot from an owl outside, there was just the regular sound of Meri's gentle snoring to fill the silent void.
They were both under a light blanket, on their backs, and Lo, at least, was trying her level best to remain still and on her side of the imaginary divide between them.
Though she was wearing clothes, Lo couldn't have felt more naked unless she was actually naked. Against her will, she felt her nipples grow erect under her t-shirt and she felt her pussy tingling. She doggedly refused to move a muscle.
Then she felt him roll toward her. He was on his side and he whispered almost directly in her ear, "Lo."
"Yes," she whispered up into the air, but just loud enough for him to hear.
"I've never slept with a woman before."
Lo thought for a long time before responding. "We are not sleeping together."
"I don't mean it like that," he said and then added, "I mean, also like that. But I've never shared a bed with a woman before."
Again, Lo lay silent, thinking how best to respond. While she was lost in all the possibilities, he spoke again. "Lo."
"Yes."
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes."
"What do you think?"
"I think that at your age there's no shame in that."
"I'm not ashamed. I'm just telling you."
"OK. Go to sleep. It's late."
"It's not late at all. It's just dark out. I just looked at my phone. It's only nine-thirty."
"Well, try to go to sleep anyway."
"I can't fall asleep."
"Why not?"
There was a long pause. Then he said, "Because I'm lying next to you. I'm. . ."
There was another long pause before he continued. "I'm hard."
Those were the two words Lo dreaded hearing. It was ironic since those are the two words she almost always longs to hear when in bed with a man. But this was no man. This was Meri's son.
"Go to sleep," she replied curtly, letting him know that whatever he was thinking was off limits.
"I can't. I'm so uncomfortable."
"Haven't you ever camped out before?" Lo thought that if she changed the subject she might get him to fall asleep.
"No."
There was a long silence.
"Lo?"
"Yes?"
"Can I put my arm around you? I'm squeezed in here and have no room."
Lo's mind was racing. "Fine, but don't try anything."
"I won't," he said as he gently lowered his right arm around her torso, just below her breasts. He scootched toward her. Lo could feel his erect member protruding against her thigh through his underwear.
"Lo."
"What now?"
"I'm still hard-up."
"Jack it," she said almost reflexively, but not in the seductive voice she usually uses with me. It was a firm command.
"What?" he asked.
"Just jack off and you'll fall asleep."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Whatever it takes to get you to go to sleep."
There was complete stillness and silence. He didn't move anything. Lo felt his cock resting on her hip. She could practically feel the blood coursing through it with each pounding heartbeat.
"Lo."
"What?"
"Can I tell you something personal?"
"I guess."
"I don't jack it."
"What?"
"I don't jack off."
"Everyone does."
"I don't."
"Try it sometime, you might like it."
"I'm embarrassed to tell you this."
"You don't have to tell me." Lo didn't want to know.
"My mom does it for me," he said matter-of-factly.
Lo didn't respond. She didn't know what to say.
"She has ever since I started getting erections. It's how I fall asleep."
Lo considered telling him to grab his mother's hand and using it to get off, but that seemed doubly wrong. She thought of telling him to wake her up since it's Meri's problem, not hers. She debated with herself about just doing it for him to shut him up. She let all the possibilities of what she would do and how permeate her internal imaging. But finally she just said to him, "I'm going to sleep." She rolled over, turning away from him towards the edge of the tent.
His arm was still draped around her waist, but now his diminutive dick was positioned to point right at the cleavage of her bum. She could feel it.
The two of them lay silent a long time before Lo felt him ever-so-slightly move his hips. He pushed forward just a bit. Then released. A moment later he did it again. Then she felt him swivel up and then swivel down. Not eliciting a reaction from Lo at all, he did it all again, with just a little more speed and motion. Soon he was dry humping her ass and slowly, grazing her breasts with his hand ever-so-softly. Lo feigned deep sleep. Whether he fell for it or not, he grew more brazen in his caresses, running his fingers over her hard nipples, squeezing her breasts, thrusting his hips.
The whole time Lo remained motionless and fought the urge to respond to his movements. After an immeasurable time had passed in this way, she was relieved when she finally felt the warm, viscous liquid seeping through his underpants and her panties as his body tensed and froze and he stopped breathing for a moment before letting out a long gasp. Lo remained still as a statue, mimicking sleep as her ersatz lover faded into dreamland, hot cum filling his tighty-whities.
Lo was unable to fall asleep, thinking about what had just happened and what could possibly happen. What would he say in the morning? Would he tell Meri? Will Meri find out? What will she say? Lo knew she hadn't done anything wrong. But did that matter? Even if she had done something, it still wasn't wrong or illegal or anything. Yet it didn't feel right. It bothered her. She was interested in Meri, not Meri's virgin son with a tiny pecker.
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