I came home from college one Friday evening to find the party going. Even though it was dark, I recognized most of the cars as friends of my stepmom's. There were one or two I had never seen before, but were all quite expensive and nice. They were the kind of cars that motivate you to get a good job after college. Her friends all had varying amounts of a lot of money, and could afford cars and homes like that. My stepmom didn't really work; she came into money when my dad died when I was 9 years old. My dad owned a business and made a ton of money. Since then my stepmom dated quite a bit, but never remarried. I guess she liked being quasi-rich and single too much.
On this particular evening, after parking my out-of-place car, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and entered the house. Obviously a pool party was in progress. And, judging by the state of inebriation of the guests, the party had been going for some time. The doors to the back patio and pool were open, but the lights were out. People were sitting around drinking, laughing, and generally being 'friendly' with each other, however my stepmom was nowhere in sight. Even though most people there were married - they weren't swingers or anything like that - the friendliness was the usual byproduct of drinking with this crowd. They were just a very touchy-feely crowd.
When the guests inside the house who knew me saw me they let out a "Hey! There he is!" I was obligated to answer their half-drunk questions about my life at college for the next 15 minutes. I was tired and wanted to jump into the pool, so I eventually slipped away. The whole time I was answering questions about college I could see the back door and noticed that no one entered or left, but I noticed shadows moving and the water being stirred up, so someone was out there.
I went up to my room that was on the second floor and overlooked the back yard and pool. I was in the middle of getting changed when I heard the unmistakable laugh of my stepmom from the pool area. I hit the lights and pulled the curtain back just enough to see the pool. She and two men were in the pool leaning against the wall right a few feet from the shallow end steps. The men were on either side, facing her. One guy was the husband of one of the women I spoke to in the house. I didn't know the other guy. They were talking and laughing about something, their voices weren't loud enough to be heard. The trio's physical demeanor was something I had never seen, especially with my stepmom. They would laugh and talk, then she would hug one of the men, then throw her arm around the other, then have her arm around the both of them. There was a lot of physical contact between the three, much more than I had ever seen my stepmom involved in.
She was wearing a bikini. They always seemed to be a size too small for her, especially since she had big tits. She was a 42DD and her bikini tops never seemed to do a good job of covering her up. Not that she ever tried to hide the size of her breasts. Actually, it seemed that she never left the house without showing off some cleavage. Not that I exactly minded. She was as much a sex object as she was a mother. It may seem weird, but I loved her body, and would watch her from my window while she would lay out at the pool. Fucking her was one of those deep desires that you can never figure out how to make happen.
