Party Date

This story continues the adventures of James, that started with the story

"Lorelei"

, 3/13/2025 and continued with

"Mom Steps Up"

, 3/24/2025. James and his mother, Kate, have continued a mutually beneficial relationship and Kate wants to resume some of the activities she previously shared with her husband, David.

Saturday morning, James lay on his back in bed contemplating his relationship with Kate as he listened to her showering in the bathroom. He couldn't be more content. Kate was sharing his oversized bed with him every night and her capacity for sex was unlimited. It wasn't unusual for him to fall asleep before she did, sometimes leaving her incomplete but not unsatisfied.

She never complained. James' youth and stamina far exceeded the energy that her husband, David, sleeping alone up the hall, could muster. It didn't matter that James was her son and the occasional addition of Lori, her daughter, only added a delightful variation to the activities. That's why Kate had bought James a larger bed.

She loved watching James fuck Lori and the emotion she experienced when Lori sucked on her nipples as James fucked her was addictive.

Kate didn't consider herself a nymphomaniac. She had never been diagnosed as one but, then again, she hadn't shared the extent of her sexual proclivities with her doctor. Besides, she could control it. More than once, she had gone more than twenty-four hours without sex. All of her best times, all of her best memories, were when she was having sex with someone. When she was younger, she pursued sex with almost any man that showed interest. Even during her twenty-seven-year marriage with David, they included sexual activities with members of an exclusive club whose members had a similar ideology.

For the last year, she had confined her activities exclusively to James, with occasional oral forays into David's bed. David was twelve years older than she was and suffered from a devastating case of erectile disfunction that limited his ability to satisfy all of Kate's needs. He approved of her relationship with James, rationalizing that it was appropriate for his son to assume the duties he was no longer able to provide.

Kate came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a large bath towel. James never tired of seeing her naked. In his opinion, her body was perfection. Her large breasts barely sagged and her nipples were small and pointed, perfect for fondling and sucking on. Her pussy was covered with curly hair the same color as the hair on her head and just beginning to show signs of an occasional gray hair. She kept her body in shape, toned without regular visits to the gym. James and Kate both thought her body and skin maintained their condition because of her constant sexual activity. She believed the generous application of James' semen to her breasts kept them supple and shining.

She stood at the side of the bed. "I love it when you look at me that way," she said.

"Look at you what way?" James asked.

"With that hunger in your eyes," she explained. "Like you can't get enough of me."

"I can't," James agreed.

Kate separated her legs slightly to improve James' view. "Cut that out," James told her.

"Cut what out?" Kate asked coyly.

"You know. Ensuring I know that you're ready for more and inviting me to take you," James responded.

"Do you want to take me?" asked Kate asked slyly.

"You know I do," admitted James.

"Show me."

James moved the sheet off his body, revealing his erection.

"I give. You win," laughed Kate. She straddled his hips and slid down on his erection. James held her hips and pushed up inside her. Kate leaned forward and kissed him. "I love how you feel inside me," she said.

"I love the feeling of being inside you," James shared.

"We need to stop before I need another shower," said Kate.

"No problem," James agreed. "It's Saturday and we have all day. Just wear a skirt without panties and I think I'll survive."

"You're as bad as I am," insisted Kate.

"The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree," commented James.

Kate got off the bed. James went into the bathroom to pee and shower. When he came back, Kate had stripped the bed and was carrying the sheets to the washing machine. "Lori is coming this afternoon and I want the bed to be neat and clean for her," explained Kate.

David left for the club after breakfast and James and Kate spent the morning doing the chores and other general maintenance that keeping the house presentable required. Five times, when they were both between tasks, they briefly tested the fit of James inside Kate just for the fun of it and Kate twice sucked James cock when she was ready and he wasn't.

They had a late lunch and settled in the den to watch the local team play a spring training game. For James and Kate, the seventh inning stretch provided another opportunity for Kate to stretch her vagina over James' cock. Kate was bouncing happily on James' erection when Lori let herself into the house and found them on the sofa in the den. "Don't stop because I'm here," she told her mother and brother.

"We were expecting you," Kate told Lori without stopping. "I'm just ensuring that James is ready for you."

"That's a nice sentiment," said Lori. "But it looks more like your ensuring that I'll have to wait a while before he'd be ready again."

"You don't have to wait," confirmed Kate. "Take over for me here."

Kate lifted one leg and stood up. Lori moved in front of James, lifted her skirt, and began to straddle his legs. "No panties?" asked James.

"The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree," laughed Lori and she mounted him.

Kate sat on the sofa next to her children. "God, this feels wonderful," commented Lori.

"Looks wonderful too," said Kate.

"I miss this so much," added Lori.

"Doesn't Josh fill you enough?" asked Kate.

"He's wonderful," said Lori. "It's just that I miss this time with James."

"You could come by more often," offered Kate.

James paused pushing up into Lori for a moment. "When do I have more time for that?"

"I don't think there is a problem," said Kate. "I have a theory. The human body is an incredible machine. It always seems to generate more of anything it needs when it needs it."

"Are you suggesting that the more sex we have the more sex were capable of?" asked James.

"Exactly," agreed Kate.

"That's nice," said Lori. "But it doesn't help when I'm in the shower or vacuuming the carpets. And what if I stop by and James isn't here?"

"So, frequency and variety would be acceptable?" asked Kate.

"That would be nice," mused Lori.

"I may have a partial solution," suggested Kate.

"Don't keep us in suspense," said Lori.

"I need some time to check it out," said Kate. "I don't want to promise something I can't deliver."

James took that moment to push once more into Lori, ejaculating hot semen deep inside her. That set Lori off and her orgasm joined his while Kate applauded.

"That was incredible," Kate said. "I had a small orgasm just watching," she shared.

Lori lifted herself off James. Creamy effluent was leaking from her vagina and running down her thighs. "Excuse me for a moment," she said as she headed for the downstairs powder room.

Kate grabbed James' cock and sucked the residue of his orgasm inside Lori. "I love the way she tastes," she explained.

James tucked his penis back into his shorts. "What were you suggesting about a solution for Lori's horny libido?" he asked Kate.

"Just a thought I've had several times recently," offered Kate.

"You can't tell me?" James asked.

"Not until I check if it's still possible and makes sense," dodged Kate. "Don't worry. I'll share it with you after I make some phone calls. Give me until at least Tuesday."

"I can hardly wait," James said.

Kate rubbed his penis in his shorts. "But it looks like I'll have to," she said.

James, Kate, and Lori spent the rest of the day in post-coital bliss. To that end, they maximized the number of coital engagements. By dinner time, all three of them needed a rest. They showered and went to dinner at a local Greek diner.

David came home just after dinner. "I have to talk to him," said Kate and she took him into their bedroom. She emerged thirty minutes later.

"What was that all about?" James asked.

"I wanted to ask him a few questions related to our earlier conversation but he wanted to confess something to me," Kate shared.

"Confess?" asked Lori.

"Some background," said Kate. David is on the board of directors at the club. There are five members of the board, four men and one woman. For years, David and the others have been fucking the woman. I knew about it. David had my permission given the agreement we had about our non-monogamous marriage. With his problems I assumed that arrangement had ceased. David wanted to tell me that it hadn't. It seems that while David was suffering from age related loss of sexual function, Agnes, the female board member, was also suffering from age related vaginal dryness that prevented sexual function for her. David wanted me to know that they've continued to have as much sexual fun they can have without actual fucking. I'm glad he told me. I don't have to feel guilty because I'm not making enough time for him. However, we did agree to continue our occasional oral sex together."

"Damn," commented James. "More time for us?"

"And for Lori," added Kate.

Tuesday evening, Kate sat down with James in the den. She turned off the television and kept her panties on. "I have a proposition for you," she said.

"You don't have to proposition me," quipped James. "I'm already there."

"Be serious for a moment," Kate told him.

Chastised, James tried to put the body of the woman beside him out of his mind.

"Several years ago," began Kate. "Before David's problems became severe, we were members of an exclusive club. Not the country club where David spends so much of his time now. The members of this club were hypersexuals, similar to David at the time and I still am. The members of the club met twice a month to share their sexual proclivities without guilt or judgement. We drifted away as David's infirmity progressed. I remembered them when Lori mentioned her limited sexual activities. David remembered a contact number. I called yesterday and had more conversations with someone today."

Kate paused. She had James' attention.

"The club still functions although with some new and fewer members. The woman I spoke with remembered me and especially, David. The members are usually married or committed couples of opposite sexes. That way there is always an equal number of male and female participants at their parties. I asked about that requirement. We discussed David's condition and how that limited my ability to maintain membership and suggested that our three-person relationship would add variety to their activities even at the risk of an unbalanced body count. "What they offered is a conditional membership for the three of us and an invitation to a party next Saturday night."

James hesitated until he was sure Kate was finished. "What kind of party are we talking about?" he asked. "It sounds like wife or husband swapping or an anything goes orgy."

"Neither," commented Kate. "It's more like a cocktail party where offers are made and accepted. Engagements are usually in private although public activities have happened with encouragement and applause. It could resemble a swap meet except that the combinations that result rarely involve a quid pro quo between two couples and I've never seen more than four or six participants. Usually, it just two people learning things about each other."

"Sounds tame," James commented.

"On the surface," explained Kate. "In private it can be quite energetic, even exhausting."

"You'd like to attend?" James asked.

"David and I went to their parties for over fifteen years. I never had a bad experience. Not all of them would be on a highlight reel but none of them were horrible. You'd have to ask David about his experiences. These are educated, polite people, not voyeurs or gangbangers. In any other environment they're pillars of their communities. I think you'd feel comfortable with them. So, yes. I'd like to reconnect with them."

"And you'd be comfortable if I drifted off with large breasted bimbo to pursue intimate acts of sexual pleasure?" James asked.

Kate laughed. "Of course. Some of the women have big tits but none of them are bimbos. Remember, David and I attended their parties for over fifteen years. We, both of us, probably had sex with over fifty partners, most of them several times. Would you be okay watching your mother walking down a long hallway holding hands with a Charles Atlas clone?"

"Charles Atlas?"

"Okay. Someone you'd recognize, Brad Pitt clone," corrected Kate.

"I'm willing to give it a try if I was sure you were safe and acting voluntarily," James confirmed. "How about Lori?"

"Every time I partnered with someone it was voluntary and I never felt unsafe." She stood up. "Let me go talk to Lori."

Kate came back twenty minutes later. She stood in front of me sitting on the sofa. "Lori loves the idea," Kate said.

Saturday night, the party started at seven pm. Lori showed up at the house at six, dressed in a low-cut top outlining her ample breasts and a skirt short enough to be almost unnecessary. When Kate saw her she laughed. "Lori," she said. "It's not that type of party. It's a common cocktail party. People will be dressed conservatively. Business casual." Kate lifted Lori's skirt. "And no panties. You can't go dressed like that. You're dressed more like a street walker than a socialite."

"I thought it was a cock and tail party," explained Lori. "You know, a sexual romp."

"It is but not quite a sexual romp," said Kate. "These are social climbers. They're all concerned about their reputations and connecting with others that might improve their social status. Yes, there's sex involved. Lots of sex. More sex than you'll ever see in one place but nobody talks about it and nobody compares others or brags. Two nights a month, these people have sex with each other like they were shaking hands or air kissing cheeks. The sex is one of the ways they improve their relationships with each other. We need to take you home to change into something appropriate and with panties."

James drove. They stopped at Lori's apartment and Kate and Lori went inside. They returned ten minutes later. Lori was dressed in a conservative pants suit that made her more desirable than earlier. James had the desire to turn around and take her back to his bed.

They arrived at the address Kate had been given. It was a large, gated estate on the outskirts of the city. The gate was open. "This isn't the same place I remember but it's similar," commented Kate.

James drove up the curved driveway. There were nine cars parked alongside the drive, all of them luxury sedans. "I think we may be out of our league," commented James.

"They have no idea that we're any different than them," counseled Kate. "Remember, they take off their pants on one leg at a time just like you do. Furthermore, naked there is no way to know someone's social status. Just be yourself and listen more than you talk," she added.

A woman met them at the door. She was dressed nicely but not particularly expensively. We introduced ourselves and she told us her name was Irene. "We've been anxious to meet you," she told them. "Come in and I'll introduce you to the rest of the group."

Irene led them to a large room with a two-story ceiling and a glass wall overlooking a well-kept garden. James counted fourteen other people in the room. A quick calculation beginning with nine cars parked outside, resulted in a total of eighteen people. He wondered where the other four people might be. Irene walked them around the room introducing them to the others present. She left them alone near a rear corner of the room.

"What do you think?" asked Kate of the other two.

"I'll never remember all of the names," stated Lori.

"Everybody understands that," explained Kate. "What's important is that they'll remember yours."

"I don't know," mused James. "I got the feeling that Irene was showing us off, like we were on display or something."

"In a sense she was," agreed Kate. "You're the new people in the room. You're immediately interesting. Isn't that the reason you came with me tonight, to be interesting and maybe more? I'll tell you what. Mingle for a while. Get a drink or something to eat. See what develops. I'll wager you won't be disappointed."

Kate left to mingle. James watched Lori wander away. Within minutes she was surrounded by four men, all at least fifty years in age. He gravitated toward the bar. While he waited for the bartender, someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was a woman whose name he couldn't remember. "Can I buy you a drink?" she asked.

She was stunning. Her blonde, pixie cut hair glowed and he caught a hint of coconut. Her ears were tight against her head, her eyebrows natural, her make up minimal, and her lips naturally plump. Reflexively, he looked down. Her bra pressed her breasts against her chest only to have them spread out in a failed attempt to minimize their size. Her white cotton blouse was buttoned up, with only the top button undone, covered with a light jacket, and sitting atop a tight, below the knee skirt, dipping in all the right places stimulating his imagination of what she may be hiding beneath the skirt. She was supported on unclad, recently shaven legs ending in feet comfortably shod in fashionable, but utilitarian black flats. She looked to be in her late thirties but could be ten years older.

"I didn't realize there was a charge?" James replied.

"There isn't," she said, "for the drink. Then again, there's no charge for anything else either."

"That makes things easier," opined James.

"Trust me," smiled the woman. "I don't intend to be easy on you."

"I don't understand," said James.

"Yes you do," insisted the blonde. "Kate would not have brought you here without explaining how things work."

"She did, in general terms," confessed James. "She was thin on the process."

"This is the point where you take my hand and I lead you somewhere where we can continue this conversation in private," she explained.

"Conversation?" asked James.

"It's a metaphor," she said. "It has many synonyms."

They walked hand in hand toward the foyer and the steps that led to the second level. "You don't remember my name, do you?" she asked.

"I'm embarrassed to admit it," James confessed. "But I don't."

"Valeri, with just an i, no e," she revealed. "And you're James?"

"I am," James confirmed. "Real name?" he asked.

"Real name," Valeri laughed. "Everything's real. I don't believe in hiding behind makeup, fashion or misdirection. I don't agree with those who 'fake it until they make it.' Faking it only leads to failure."

"And you don't believe in failure?" James asked.

"Failure is not an option," Valeri said as she led him upstairs. The doors to the first two rooms they passed were closed. "Closed doors mean private," she explained. "Open doors are either empty or participation possible. Even just an audience is encouraged."

Valeri led him into the third room. It was a utilitarian bedroom. There was a standard-sized bed, a couple of comfortable-looking chairs and a full-sized, three cushion sofa. There were two other doors that James assumed led to a closet and a bathroom. Valeri closed the door and locked it.

"Isn't just closing the door enough?" asked James.

"True, but locking it gives me just enough time to catch you if you try to escape," quipped Valeri.