It was a long, eventful day, and Carrie, Janet and Richard decided to go on their own way after dinner. All three of them eventually turned in early.
Carrie told Richard that she did have something important to discuss with him, but it would have to wait until tomorrow. All three were so worn out. Whatever this topic of conversation was, Carrie seemed that it warranted a full night's rest in order to discuss.
It made Richard a little nervous.
The next morning, everyone was refreshed.
Richard felt the urge to tag along with Carrie and Janet for the day, as he became more and more addicted to the pleasure they had now both been giving him. But seeing as how they each attended to their own affairs, Richard was forced to spend the afternoon with his friends.
Janet had left to go visit some new neighborhood boy, and Carrie had abruptly gone to pick up some gardening tools. She described at great length what she needed for her flowers, but Richard found it difficult to pay attention. Flowers never really kept his interest.
He did, however, remember that he and his step mother would be having a serious talk before the day was done. He couldn't help but ponder if this meeting - whether it be directly or in a roundabout way - had something to do with his dick. It amused him that that was all he could think about the last couple days, but Carrie and Janet did in fact do their part to make his penis a very celebrated figure in recent hours.
Richard had to temper his curiosity about this important meeting with Carrie, and go on with his day. He decided to have a few of his buddies over for swimming, and it would prove to be a fun afternoon of roughhousing, name calling and tall tales.
In-ground pools were the new trend, but although it was above ground and looked sort of outdated and worn, Richard's pool was still the place to be on a hot day like this.
"Dude, I fucked Amber Hewitt last night," said the loudmouth of the bunch, Barney Bussett.
"Yeah right," said Richard's other close friend, Craig Nichols, who always lived across the street since Richard was a youngster.
Amber Hewitt was an almost legendary figure at Temple High School the last couple years, a girl so gorgeous that she seemed to pop up in just about every local boy's fantasies from time to time. She had long black hair, piercing green eyes, and of course the other physical attributes that many boys Richard's age tend to dwell on. She had enormous breasts, and a cute bubble butt that could always be seen bouncing around campus. She was always somewhere, stealing the show, whether it be cheerleading practice, football games, the prom...
Richard still remembered fondly how he had a nice conversation with the girl earlier in the year. They both had detention that day, were sitting next to each other, and she dropped her pencil, and Richard was ever so polite in leaning over and picking it up for her.
She gave him such a sweet smile, and thanked him, and they made small talk about what each of them did to wind up in detention that otherwise gorgeous afternoon. Richard couldn't help but fantasize about - well, as good ole' Barney Bussett put it - her "huge melon tits."
Just as he fondly thought of them, Richard's daydream was abruptly ended, by the sudden feel of a boogie board smacking against his head.
"Yo, asshole, what are you doing?" Richard yelled at Craig, who was responsible for pushing the aforementioned pool toy in Richard's direction as he waded in the water.
"I was trying to wake you up, man, sorry," Craig laughed. Richard rubbed his head where the board had lightly struck it, and told Craig it was okay. Richard playfully jumped on his buddy's back, and dunked him underneath the water.
When the two resurfaced, Barney was already starting another - even more provocative - conversation.
"I bet Richard was daydreaming about his hot step mom," Barney laughed.
"Oh, no, here we go again," Craig replied, then went underneath the water.
"Dude, enough about Carrie," Richard chuckled. "I gotta hear this from you 24-7. Enough."
Barney found it time to get up out of the water and relax on the deck, his legs wading in the pool. Not swimming anymore, he could now focus his attention on voicing his fantasies concerning Carrie.
Along with being the school mascot the last three years, which allowed Barney to dress up in a "Wildcat" costume and act like a goofball, he always tried to be the center of attention, whether in costume or not.
"I would just love to kiss her thighs," he contemplated, looking up at the sky.
"Yeah, yeah, it's always about the thighs," Richard laughed, letting Barney have his fun.
"She does have some great fucking legs, dude," Craig had to admit.
Richard himself could not resist thinking about Carrie's delightful limbs, and her increasingly sexy behavior around him.
"Dude, great fucking tits too," Barney added.
"They are melons," Craig added, now swimming on his back as he fantasized about Richard's gorgeous step mom.
"I have to admit, she is unbelievable," Richard finally said. "But she is my step mom. It's not like we're related, but she's still kind of like an authority figure to me."
That aspect only drove the boys more wild.
"Oh my God, I would let her give me a spanking," Barney said.
Richard now realized any attempt to get them to stop discussing Carrie was useless. But hearing the two boys talk about her so longingly, Richard gained a deeper appreciation for what he had with Carrie. She was the object of his friends' fantasies, and he got to experience her on a daily basis, in real life.
She had seen him naked not once, but twice, had stroked his cock to an amazing orgasm, and then urged her daughter to do the same. He would have loved to share these experiences with Barney and Craig, but found that now was not the time yet. What he had going with Carrie and Janet was so special, and still in its early stages, that he did not want to do anything to jeopardize it from continuing.
That said, Barney was not the careful type like Richard. As talk about Carrie deepened, Barney's behavior got all the more outlandish, as he now stood up on the deck, professing his love for the sexy brunette.
"Dude, if Carrie was here, I would be like..."
And just as he spoke, Barney yanked down his swim trunks to his knees, much to the chagrin - and then amusement - of the other two boys. Barney swung his hips so that his flaccid member frolicked in the afternoon breeze.
"Carrie would be like 'oh my God, Barney, you're so big,'" Barney said, describing his fantasy. Barney did in fact have a larger than average penis. Just as shy as Richard was about his enormous wang, Barney was all too proud to show his off. It wasn't as large as Richard's but large nonetheless, and the more he swung it about, its hearty slaps against his thighs rung out across the pool.
"Dude, put that thing away," Craig laughed, swimming towards the other end of the pool. "Christ, I can see your balls too."
"My dick and my balls have not spoken in years, isn't that a shame?" Barney joked. "They're bitter enemies."
Richard and Craig looked at each other and laughed. They knew his friend had a very outrageous sense of humor. So lost in the moment though, none of the boys saw what - or who - was coming.
"Wow, I didn't know there was a full moon," said a woman's voice.
It was Carrie, who was walking up onto the deck.
Barney, startled, turned ever so slightly around to see who it was, his large floppy member whipping around his leg just a bit. Carrie's eyes saw the head of his dangly dick, and covered her eyes, blushing and giggling.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Parker," Barney stammered, his demeanor much different from a moment ago.
He quickly pulled up his bathing suit to conceal his backside and privates, but his embarrassment could not be concealed.
"What on Earth were (laugh)...what on Earth were you doing, Barney Bussett?" Carrie laughed as she sat down on one of the benches on the deck, crossing her legs. Her brown hair blew gently in the breeze, a tight blue and white Cowboys T-shirt hugging her large breasts. She had on a pair of khaki shorts that hugged her big, beautiful butt just right.
"I had a problem with my bathing suit," Barney said, trying to make up any excuse for his behavior.
"I can see you did," Carrie smiled. "I guess you realized the problem was that bathing suits work a lot better when they're pulled up."
