I climbed my ass out of the pool and stood facing mom and Debbie as I toweled myself off taking care not to dry the front of my shorts while doing so. Hell, even in the now lower light time of day my cock should be easy enough to see through the wet shorts. I faced them but was still hesitant about joining their conversation. After a few more minutes into their chat I was taking a step in their direction. It was as though my sub-conscious was pushing me toward them.
I wasn't thinking straight and one foot crossed in front of the other along the walkway. At least I had the towel dangling in front of me and it didn't appear I was "flaunting" my exposed privates. I was showing little glimpses past the towel as I sauntered my way along though. I started thinking "What will I do once I get there?" My smarter side kept telling me not to continue but my exhibitionist side took the lead. All the while I could see Debbie's eyes checking me out from head to toes.
When I was only a couple of feet away from them I heard myself ask mom, "When you asked earlier if I was hungry were you making an offer to buy supper?"
Mom looked in my direction, glanced along my height and said, "Yes I was but I already have a couple of cold sandwiches in the car." She looked me up and down and added, "Why don't you help yourself and get them?" She then turned her focus back to Debbie and resumed their little talk.
In my passing them I could make out little bits and pieces of their topic and it seemed as though they were talking about Debbie's mom. I retrieved the sandwiches and with the bag in hand I threw the towel I was carrying over my shoulder now leaving my lower portion unguarded from their eyes. I was acting as though I was looking through the bag the entire way past them and back to the porch. Quick glances upward to watch my steps exposed mom's eyes staring at my bulge as I walked toward and past her. My dick twitched more at the prospect of mom looking than it did when Debbie looked.
In another minute I saw Debbie's mom come to her back porch and motion for Debbie to come over. I watched Debbie as she walked away and mom return to the deck area where I was sitting eating a sandwich. I handed mom the bag and informed her, "I've got to get another soda." I stood with the bag reached out to her a couple of seconds before she took it from my hand.
I felt my crock pulsing as she grabbed the bag and my mind was saying in my head, "Looks like mom likes her son's package." With that thought in mind I headed toward the kitchen to retrieve my soft drink. I stopped at the door and asked mom if she would like one as well. I was rubbing my dick while her back was to me and didn't really expect her to look in my direction when she answered, " Y, Yes please."