Chapter 8
Summer Vacation
I had planned on playing baseball in the summer league with most of my high school teammates, but a letter arrived with bad news. My paper work had gotten there after registrations had closed. I was out of luck. I was devastated, and reacted by sulking for the next few days.
This decision caused my mother to scramble like crazy to find something for me to do during the summer vacation. Her boyfriend, yeah, the married guy, who shall remain nameless since he is still married to the same woman, arranged for us to visit Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina where he had a few very good friends.
At the airport in Wilmington, Mom and I were welcomed by the Skillington's, Howard and Nora.
"We're so happy to meet you," Mr. Skillington said, giving me a bone crushing handshake.
"Yes, any friend of _______'s is certainly a friend of ours," Mrs. Skillington said giddily.
I thought she was old enough to be my mother, although I later learned that she was only several months older.
Moments later, I realized that she had had a few drinks in her and it was only one in the afternoon. Mom said a few things about _______ to cement our new friendship, and we were off to their home at the beach.
Now Wrightsville Beach has some humongous palaces whose owners laughingly call cottages, or villas. But to me, anyplace with more than eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms is anything but a cottage, or villa.
My mother and I each had our own bedroom and private bath. They were the size of a typical master bedroom in a $400,000 home. I tell you this to give you a perspective of this house's size. I never asked what the square footage was, but would guess it had to be at least 6000 square feet. But hey, I was only eighteen at the time. What did I know?
That night there was a big bash at which mom and I were quasi-guests of honor. The real guest of honor was the mayor of Wilmington, who appeared to be a decent enough guy. I was surprised to find myself holding a scotch and soda, put in my hand by Mr. Skillington himself.
"We can't have you bouncing around drinking RC Cola, or whatever the current flavor of the month is," he said genially, and left me standing there looking at my hand.
I took a sip and grimaced. The bartender came to my rescue, taking the drink from me and handing me a Pepsi in a glass similar to the one he'd taken from me. I thanked him and he laughed.
"Maybe Mr. Skillington can drink that stuff all night, but I don't think you can ... or even want to. How old are you?"
When I told him I was eighteen, he blanched. "Christ, I could have sworn you were at only fifteen or so, a couple beers I could see, but eighteen ... wow! Well, you don't look it."
"I had a growth spurt a month or so ago," I said.
"Yeah, I can see that," he replied.
Then a threesome moved in on us and the bartender got busy making them a variety of drinks. I wandered off, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
At dinner, Mrs. Skillington sat between my mother and me. I was bringing the fork to my mouth when I felt her hand on my thigh.
To my credit I didn't jump, nor did I make a sound. I slowly swallowed the morsel on my tongue and then turned to Mrs. Skillington and said, "You have such a lovely home, Mrs. Skillington. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."
I could sense my mother preening at my sudden loquaciousness for normally I was all about shrugs and nods.
"How kind of you to say it," she replied. "Please call me, Nora," she said, as her hand kept moving up and finally settled on my dick, which was rapidly rising under her skillful tutoring.
Turning to my mother, Nora said, "I can't believe your son is eighteen years old," while at the same time she was squeezing my dick. "He's so tall ... a mite thin, but I expect he'll fill out quickly." As she spoke, her fingernail was gliding along the length of my shaft, followed by another, longer squeeze.
I was filling out all right.
My mother, quite pleased with the compliments I was receiving from our hostess, said, "Well Aubrey is working out almost daily with weights and such. He's an excellent dancer, and plays baseball for his high school team."
"A dancer!" Mrs. Skillington gushed. "You must favor me with a tango. Do you know the tango, Aubrey?"
It was difficult for me to speak as she had a firm grasp on my dick, and was in fact, jerking me off in a rudimentary fashion, me being seated and with my dick still under wraps.
Finally, I managed to blurt, "Yes ... I can do a tango."
"Wonderful, she said happily, "I shall speak to the orchestra leader, he'll play one or two for us later."
I hadn't known an orchestra was to play. I began to realize just how wealthy the Skillington's were at that point.
Mrs. Skillington relinquished her grip on me and, except for the occasional reminder-like squeeze, allowed me to finish my dinner in peace. She also allowed some thirty minutes to elapse after the meal during which she made sure to chat with each of the guests. I resumed my wall-flower status by the balcony overlooking the garden.
But she had not forgotten me; and after what she apparently decided was an appropriate time, she 'discovered' me on the balcony, coming up behind me as I stared out at the magnificent flowers below. The sweet, hot tang of her alcoholic breath on the back of my neck alerted me to her presence.
Imperceptibly, she nudged her breasts into my shoulder blades. I turned, my arm glancing over each breast in turn.
I knew perfectly well that Mrs. Skillington was sober enough, and that she was only pretending when she'd walked across the room earlier on somewhat unsteady feet.
"Forgive me?" she asked in a teasing little voice.
"Oh, sure, Mrs. Skillington," I said quickly.
"Mrs. Skillington!" she said, as one would scold a child. "We're both adults, and my name is Nora! Got it?"
"Um, yes ma'am. I ... I'm terribly sorry ... Nora."
"That's better," she replied stuffily.
"I was admiring your garden," I said, backing away, in the unlikely event that I had in fact been rubbing against her generous breasts without her tacit permission.
"Oh, Aubrey," she cried softly, "Sweetheart, no need to be so shy around me. I don't bite. Well, not most of the time," she said, and giggled. "Remember, I invited you to join me on a tour of the house; and we will do the tango, if not tonight, then at the earliest opportunity. I love your company. Why, you're my absolutely favorite young man in the world. You're just the young man I need."
I didn't require a kick in the shins to remind me that this woman had spent most of our dinner together with her hand squeezing my dick. I began to relax.
"I've been teasing you, haven't I?"
I nodded.
"I have been teasing you. I know I have. I'm sorry, Aubrey. That wasn't very nice of me. Old habits die hard. I was just having such a splendid time with you. I guess I may have gotten a little carried away. Please accept my most sincere apologies, Aubrey. I think I've learned a little lesson this evening."
"I'm, I'm sorry too, Nora. Please accept my apologies as well."
"Oh but Aubrey!" she replied warmly, "you've done absolutely nothing wrong. Don't you see? You have nothing to be sorry for. When you're hungry your stomach grumbles, is that wrong?"
"Besides, you are very polite, and you're the best of company. At any rate, as I said, I think I've learned my lesson. No more teasing." Nora bowed her head, sounding chastised, but by no means looking that way.
I realized both of us were staring at her breasts. Nora giggled, and said, "They are nice, don't you think?"
"Beautiful." I replied, unable to come up with addition verbiage.
"Quick, come with me," she said, and half pulled me into the shadows of the balcony. Then, with a swift move, she exposed both her magnificent breasts, and tendered the right one to my mouth.
"Suck it for me!"
My mouth opened and closed down on her elongated nipple. It had to be the longest nipple I had seen to that time, and remains one of the longest I've ever had the pleasure of sucking upon.
I cupped that breast to support it, and gently squeezed the other, much the same as she had done with my dick earlier.
She moaned softly, and then in a lust filled voice ordered me to, "Bite them, both of them!"
As I complied with her demand, I felt her shudder.
"Take it out!" she growled, her need all too obvious.
"Someone will see us," I said, fearing discovery. "The hell with them! Take it out!"
I took my dick out and she grabbed it, jerked it until it reached its full size, and then moaned.
"Delightful! It's a wonderful prick you have, Aubrey. Yes, a wonderful tool. Do you know how to use it on a woman?"
"Yes," I replied, and went back to chomping on a turgid but spongy nipple.
"You're not a virgin?" she asked, doubting my answer.
I decided not to mention Aunt Nicole, Krista Marie, or Jenny, and told her only of the three girls in my class. I figured Karen was ancient history and didn't count.
"Three from your class?"
"Yes."
"Separately?"
"Yes ... and no," I said, instinctively knowing that would excite her even more.
"Tell me!" she husked, and began masturbating me at a faster pace.
"Do you want me to come?"
"No ... I ... oh, sorry," she said and released me from her tight grip.
As I told her most, but not all of my adventures with Chelsea, Joy and Mora, Mrs. Skillington, or Nora as she insisted I call her, was impressed, for she hiked up her dress and rubbed my dick against her all too moist pussy.
We entered a series of torrid kisses, with tongues doing things I had not even thought of before we were finished. During the making out, my hand dropped to caress her inner thighs. Nora parted her legs, inviting me into further exploration of this part of her anatomy.
My fingers moved up and down on the swollen pussy lips, then slipped into her and I reveled in the heat and wetness that almost every cunt brings on first encountering.
