Chapter 04: A Movie Orgy, and Mom's New Lover
Mom and I climbed the stairs to the attic. When she got to the top, she looked around approvingly at the work I'd done over the previous weeks.
"Very nice, Jack," she complimented me. "I don't think it's ever been this orderly. Thank you."
"No big deal," I replied, "really."
"Oh, but it is." Mom looked around until her eyes fell on the box of movies. She bent over to pick it up. "No reason for this to stay in the attic anymore, I suppose," she said to herself as she headed back toward the stairs. "Oh, Jack," she called over her shoulder, "could you bring that old projector down with you? I think we're going to want to have it handy later on."
'Handy later on?' I thought to myself. What do you have in mind, Mom?
When we got back down to the bedroom level, Mom set the box down on her bed and rummaged around in her closet until she found another box, which she pulled down from the topmost shelf. Inside were a few full-size VHS tapes, not the compact VHS-C tapes I'd discovered in the attic. She pulled out one of the tapes and showed it to me. It bore the simple label '1985'.
"I don't know why Gwen didn't want to answer your question," she said. "If you know about the four of us, you might as well know all of it."
"All of it?"
"Come on," she said, stacking the two boxes together and heading downstairs to the den, where the TV was. And the old VHS player.
She had me sit on the couch, while she got the VHS player set up. Once the tape was ready, she sat next to me.
She exhaled, saying, "If the tapes of the four of us didn't bother you, let's see what you think of this. . ."
Suddenly, I was wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
The image on the TV came into focus. A tall man and a very buxom blonde, both of them looking to be in their 40s, or maybe their early 50s, were standing naked together, grinning at the camera. They looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't say exactly how.
Mom leaned close to me. "That's Derek and Rosemary Jamison," she whispered, "our hosts. Derek. . ." she started, as if to explain something. "That man was. . ." She paused again. "Well, just wait and see for yourself."
Okay, I thought to myself, I wonder what I'm gonna see?
On the TV, the doorbell rang. Mr. Jamison, uh, Derek answered the door, greeting Brian and Gwen Rutherford, who were laughing out loud at the naked welcome.
"Get right to it, I say!" Derek laughed. "Why waste time getting out of our clothes?"
"Excellent point!" Brian replied.
"I agree," said Gwen.
Rosemary stepped forward to greet Brian, stroking the bulge that was already growing in the front of his pants as she kissed him warmly, and pressed her large, full breasts against him.
"Come on, Brian," she said, "I can't wait to get at your cock!"
"Say no more, Rosemary," Brian answered her, with a chuckle. "He can't wait to get at you, either!" The four of them all laughed together, and quickly, both Rutherfords were as naked as their hosts.
The doorbell rang again. This time, it was a dark-haired couple.
"Paul and Rita Bignelli," Mom whispered.
Paul was swarthily Italian-looking, and his wife was a classic Italian beauty, with flashing dark eyes, full, round breasts that demanded attention even covered by clothing, and raven hair. They also laughed at their naked welcome, and stripped immediately.
"You can toss your clothes on the bench there, in the hall," Rosemary said. "There are drinks in the den."
"Wonderful!" enthused Brian, and the first four guests wandered back to the den, while the Jamisons remained by the door to greet the rest of the guests.
Next to arrive were another couple I didn't recall ever meeting. The husband was medium height and stocky; his wife was a tall ash-blonde, with a nice pair of tits of her own.
"The Schafers," Mom whispered. "George and Melinda."
I nodded. "Am I gonna need a program to keep the players straight?" I asked.
So far, there were four couples at the Jamisons' house on the TV. And I presumed that Mom and Dad were going to be there soon, since Mom had the tape.
Sure enough, the next guests to arrive were my parents, in their mid-40s at the time of the video. Dad was showing some gray around his temples. Mom's auburn hair, which she never colored, was showing a few flecks of gray. But they both looked youthful and energetic. Dad laughed and jumped when Rosemary Jamison gripped his cock through his pants, as she had with all the arriving men. Mom gave Derek a warm kiss, and 'shook hands' with his naked penis, now semi-hard. Derek slipped his hand inside Mom's loose-fitting blouse to fondle her breast affectionately.
It slowly dawned on me what I was seeing. "This is an orgy!" I exclaimed. "You really did have orgies!"
Mom blushed. "Yes, we did. But only once a year, in the summertime."
"How did you meet everybody?"
"Well, Brian and Gwen were a bit more. . . adventurous than your father and I. They made some contacts through swingers' clubs, and then your dad and I tagged along."
I shook my head. This was gonna be a helluva tape to watch. "How many more couples?" I whispered to Mom.
"Just one more couple," she answered.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and the last couple -- the sixth -- entered.
"Peter and Stephanie Hardon," Mom said.
I looked at her with one eybrow arched. "Peter Hardon?" I asked. "His parents must not have been thinking."
Mom laughed. "You're not the first to think that," she smirked. "Peter took a lot of teasing over his name. He also seemed to take it as a personal challenge to live up to."
"Ah," I nodded, "good for him."
"Not just him," Mom said, with a smirk.
*****
Once all the guests had arrived, the scene shifted to a large open room that I figured must be the den, since that's where the Jamisons had directed everyone. Scattered around the room, couples were paired off -- none with their own spouses -- kissing and groping one another, as the Jamisons and Hardons entered the room. I could see Dad with Rita Bignelli, squeezing and fondling her large, gorgeous tits, while she was stroking his cock. Mom was likewise engaged with George Schafer. Across the room, Brian Rutherford was paired off with George's wife Melinda, and Gwen was with Paul Bignelli.
The camera jiggled momentarily, while Derek attached it to the tripod near the doorway. Then Derek managed to get the various erotic pairings at least momentarily disengaged, and they all gathered in the middle of the room.
"Welcome, everyone!" Derek began. "Rosemary and I are honored to have you all at our house for an evening of mutual fun." He gave a brief orientation to the layout of the house, and which rooms were available for 'playing' in, where the drinks were, and the bathrooms, and so on.
Then he smiled. "Before things get rolling in earnest, though, we have a couple ice-breakers we'd like to do, just to get everyone acquainted with each other, since some of us are here for the first time."
Derek had all the men stand in an outward-facing circle. "Now then, ladies -- your goal is to work your way around the circle, until you've sucked the cocks of all six guys; it's sort-of like Musical Blowjobs, except nobody loses, and nobody has to get out of line." Everybody got a chuckle out of that. "I've got a timer here," he continued, "and when it rings, just rotate to the next guy to the right, until you've tasted all six of our cocks. Clear enough?"
The women all giggled, and distributed themselves around the circle of men. Then they all got on their knees, looking back and forth at each other and laughing. Derek held up the timer, turned the dial and placed it on a little stand inside the circle formed by the six men's asses.
Derek and Paul were the men facing most directly toward the camera. Dad and Brian were facing away, so I couldn't really see them. Initially, Mom was paired with Paul, and I could see her deep auburn hair bobbing back and forth as she stroked her head back and forth along his shaft. A couple times, she pulled her head off his cock, and moved to the side, as if to display his package for the camera. And a fine package it was, too! Mom hadn't been sucking him very long before he was fully eight inches long, and admirably thick. She faced the camera, saying, "I'm gonna have some fun with this one, later on!"
"Maybe sooner than later," Paul grinned down at her.
I could see Gwen a couple spots to Mom's right, sucking Peter's hard-on.
Soon the timer rang, and Derek called out, "Time! Ladies, move one place to your right!"
All six women knee-walked to the next cock to their right. That meant that Gwen moved toward the back, where Dad and Brian were, out of the direct line-of-sight of the camera, and Mom moved to Derek.
For the first time, I noticed Derek's erection -- it was huge! Paul had a really magnificent cock, but Derek's was incredible --thicker than Paul's, and at least an inch-and-a-half longer. Mom took hold of it, again displaying it for the camera. Then, holding his shaft straight up, she bent down and sensually licked his balls, taking them one at a time into her mouth, gently rolling them on her tongue, while Derek groaned.
