She woke up in a haze and felt the coldness of the sweat flush through her as she sprang up, in her bed. Out the window, it looked to be an amazingly hot day. She looked at the bedside clock, it was already nine-thirty.
She stood out of the bed and felt wrecked. Not from the booze, but from Eden's weed. It had been potent stuff and she could only think at that point the gear she normally smoked had been pretty crap.
She threw on a robe and headed downstairs where she found there was breakfast stuff set out on the table. Cereals and juices and English muffins with jams etc. and freshly made coffee. She poured herself some and headed out to the patio where she could hear the faint sound of splashing.
She got to the door leading out to the patio and almost immediately felt a stab of adrenaline cross her. Charlie sat on a sun lounger completely naked, reading a women's health magazine, a morning coffee and orange juice down by her side. She was totally exposed but for a pair of sunglasses and before Helen could slink back into the kitchen, she was weaving good morning, signaling her closer.
Helen nervously scratched her cheek, smelling the lingering scent of her pussy juice from her late-night masturbation session. She was well used to seeing Charlie naked, but this morning she was anxious, she assumed from the strong weed the night before, then she remembered watching Charlie straddling Eden, out on the lounger against the warmth of the night. Her bouncing tits, vigorous as she climaxed on her boyfriends' cock, before her mother's watching eyes. Then, she remembered her own fantasies of fucking Eden and felt a rush of embarrassment at that.
"Good morning," Charlie said merrily. Showing no signs of weariness. "How are you feeling, God I hope we didn't totally wipe you out last night with that joint." She continued while Helen regarded Eden swimming laps in the pool.
"I..." She couldn't think straight. Looking down at the ground then, her daughter's gorgeous naked body in the periphery of her vision. Slowly, her eyes came to rest on the naked girl. On her tits and her legs. On her pussy lips and manicured triangle of bush over it. On her nipples and her long legs. It calmed Helen, the sight of Charlies near perfect body. "I'm a little rough around the edges, but I'll survive." She recalibrated and got the words out.
"You poor thing, why don't you get out of that robe and catch a little sun with me," Charlie said between sips of her coffee.
"Well, I don't know, what with Eden here and all." On many occasions, the mother and daughter had sunbathed naked together and thought nothing of it.
"Oh he'll be fine, it's not like he's never seen a couple of naked women before. Besides he's naked in there." Helen's heart rate jumped. She needed to eat something, get her energy up she thought, or she'd faint.
"Maybe in a bit, I'll get some breakfast first."
"Sure, but after, I'd love it if you came out, we haven't had a proper catch up yet and we really shouldn't let this sunshine go to waste." Charlie smiled, nothing sexual in her tone, just a want to spend some quality time with her mother.
Helen sat at the breakfast counter in the kitchen, eating toast and having another coffee, she picked through the newspaper but had deliberately set herself in view of the pool. He seemed to do laps and swim about for an age, but she knew, he had to come up out of the water eventually. She sat, mostly pretending to read, keeping an eye on the pool. Shaking with sexual anticipation.
She wondered if there was something wrong with her, this desire to see her daughter's boyfriends naked body, she felt like a voyeur, a pervert. But she couldn't help it. She had to see it. She had to know. And eventually, the thoughts of being a pervert started turning her on, she liked them.
Finally, she saw his arms raise to the pool's edge and begin to pull himself out. Pushing himself up, his ass coming into view. It was nice, she thought, not too big or full. After that, with half his body out of the pool, he bent a leg up and pulled the rest of himself out.
Helen's heart was racing, and she couldn't pull her eyes away. His full form, completely naked, in her garden. A man, a beautiful man, was naked in her home again. He slowly, calmly walked around the pool, his penis coming into view ever so slowly as he turned. She saw it first from his side profile, it was beautiful. Long down his upper thigh, with what looked like a very acceptable width. His pubic hair was shaved down, not totally bald, but manicured and tidy.
He moved further around the pool; it came further into view until she was staring straight at it, her breath taken away. It hung with a libertine's wanton disregard, swinging freely without doubt or fear. He wasn't circumcised, which she vulgarized in her thoughts - 'his cock was uncut'. She considered then, a penis's taste and smell, having never been disgusted by a man's foreskin, actually quite liking the muskiness it brought. The closer she looked and saw, the more she wanted it in her mouth.
It was beautiful, she thought. Magnificent. She wanted to examine it with her hands, not just her eyes. Wanted to take it all in her mind. To fill her eyes with it. But then the moment passed, and Eden was reaching down for a towel and then wrapping it around himself.
Helen needed to compose herself, to control her breathing and clear her mind of the thick haze of sexually depraved thoughts fogging up her thinking. Eden came in through the back door, Helen perused the newspaper.
"Good morning." He said, beaming a smile at her. She looked up and smiled back. Even with the towel wrapped around him, she couldn't concentrate with his exquisite chest and abs and arms. To stand up and walk toward him and pull the towel away, to rip her own robe off, and let it fall away and drop to her knees and take his tumescent cock into her mouth and suck it to the state of rebar. To taste the meaty, musky head. To suck clean his pungent cock. To instruct him to take her to the couch or the dining table, or the breakfast counter and to fuck her insight of his girlfriend, her daughter - how she didn't fucking care how Charlie would feel about it - to have Eden fuck her without remorse or concern for her pleasure, or even her approval, to simply fuck her as hard as he could for his own ego and gratification, that was how craven she felt, how wanton and depraved she was. It wasn't deep down within her, all you really had to do was scratch the surface to understand what a fucking slut Helen really was.
She had never had a problem worshipping cock. She had done it with all her old boyfriends, Charlie's dad, any male lover she'd ever really had, she would take considerable time to appreciate the cock that would or had fucked her. He was waiting for her to say something.
"How's the water?" She mustered the will to break free of her wanton mind-fuck.
"Really great, I'm going to jump in the shower but then I was thinking of heading over to the field beyond the garden. It is yours, isn't it?" There was an old walled garden for planting fruits and vegetables behind the house, at the edge of the property, behind a hedgerow at the end of the garden.
"Oh, what do you want to do with that then?" Helen was genuinely surprised.
"No point in letting it go to waste is there?" Eden said walking off toward the shower. Helen closed her eyes. She was one small instinct away from following him up the stairs, into the shower and giving herself to him. No tricks or catches for him, just her gifted body for him to use and play with and fuck and cum in and on. God, she was horny.
The hours slipped by. Eden showered and dressed, headed to see the walled garden and see what he could do with it. Helen made her way upstairs to use the shower after him. Wanting to embrace the warmth and dirt he left behind, standing under the shower. She would have gladly bathed him, washed him down, and cleaning his cock, especially with her mouth. Drinking the cum he shot in her waiting lips, expectantly, like she was performing a duty she was born for. Her eyes clenched tight as she savagely rolled her clit with her index finger. The air leaving her body in a shuddering groan with her climax, as shower water cascaded down her naked body. Cleaning her literally but not figuratively.
What was wrong with her, she was turning into a wanton little bitch. She stood naked in front of the full mirror of her room. Looking out the window, she saw Charlie stand from the lounger and dive into the pool. She considered herself again in the mirror. Considered her proud tits and flat stomach and toned legs, she knew she looked great for her age. And decided more people should know it.
She covered herself in sun protective lotion, giving her entire body a sexy sheen. In the mirror, her tits were glistening, her pussy was shining. She put her hair shoulder length back in a high bun, standing for another minute or two, striking poses in her nudity, making herself feel sexy, psyching herself up.
Charlie climbed the steps up out of the pool and stood, facing up toward the sun, letting it dry her naturally. As she made her way back toward her lounger, movement in the kitchen window caught her eye, and when she looked over Helen was walking toward her, completely naked but for her sunglasses, a bottle of white in a wine bucket under her arm and two glasses. Charlie was momentarily taken by surprise at her mother's naked body as anyone seeing someone naked initially is, but almost as quickly she disregarded the older woman's nudity as perfectly natural.
"Good thinking with the wine." Charlie sat, and behind her glasses had a quick once over of her mother's body. Always having admired it, she was particularly impressed with it this day. "You've been taking care of yourself; you look great. More importantly, you look sexy."
Helen blushed at the compliment but controlled her breathing and inhaled deeply and felt good. She did look sexy and more importantly, she was a sexual being and wanted to start expressing that again. She opened the wine and poured the two glasses.
"I'm thinking of getting back out there, to be honest." She admitted.
"You should mum, no point in that sexy body not being used. It's only going to waste sitting around this big house."
"I was thinking of a dating site. Or an app, or something." Helen admitted opening the wine and pouring two glasses.
"I can help you with that if you'd like. We use one for meeting other couples and singles." Helen froze as she leaned over to hand Charlie her glass.
