It was one of those brilliant summer afternoons that seem to go on and on. As Doris looked out her bedroom window at the pool and her son Timmy and his friends, she felt a longing that she knew wasn't right. She looked at her husband's side of their king-sized bed. His interest in his wife had been waning for years and had dwindled down to a once-a-month quickie. She wondered why he bothered. She certainly got nothing out of it. He hadn't given her an orgasm since the kids were toddlers. And now their daughter was off at college and their son was 18. They were both at young adults, at or over the age of legal consent.
Doris had just finished her twenty minutes on the Lifecycle and showered, changing into her conservative one-piece swimsuit. At 48, she was often mistaken for a woman ten years younger. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair had a trace or two of gray. And she wasn't exactly of swimsuit model proportions, but Doris was aware of the looks she got from the tradesmen who did work at their home, from the men she passed on the street, and especially from Timmy and his friends. Over the years she had noticed that as the young men grew up, they noticed her more and she often caught them looking at her figure, especially her breasts.
Doris had always been busty. After she had the kids, her boobs retained the full cup size they had gained during pregnancy. That made her a 40dd. And she wasn't a large woman otherwise. She considered herself average. She had a little tummy and she thought her butt looked big. In fact, she had a wonderful, soft, shapely hour-glass figure. Doris knew she had nice legs and thought she had a pretty face. As she gazed down at Timmy and his three friends, she had to remind herself that these weren't models from the Playgirl magazine she kept tucked away in her sewing room for her late-night self-pleasure. They had been neighborhood boys she had watched grow up. And they were grown up. All the sandlot baseball, backyard football, and other athletics had sculpted the young men into buff, lean hardbodies. She looked at one young man's abs and then noticed she could see the dark shadow of his pubic hair through his yellow 'baggie' swimsuit. She also saw the outline of his cock. She looked at each of the young men as they horsed around. She even caught herself looking at Timmy and comparing his endowment with that of his father. She sighed, and then caught herself. She shouldn't be thinking like this.
Downstairs, she shouted out to the young men," Does anyone want anything from the kitchen before I come out?" Although there was no answer, she prepared a tray with large glasses of ice water knowing the young men would be thirsty on a hot day like this. Doris could feel the boys' eyes on her as she walked to the poolside area. She carefully sat down the tray, and then glanced up quickly, catching Eric staring down the front of her low-cut bathing suit. He quickly averted his gaze and she smiled to herself. She enjoyed the tingle between her legs and then moved to the chaise lounge beside the pool. The boys gathered around the table to have some ice water, but were soon playfully throwing the frigid water at each other. Eric ran from Mark toward where Doris was standing. He tried to hide behind her.
She laughed as Eric grabbed her shoulders to maneuver her to keep her between him and the icy soaking. Mark feinted throwing the water one way and then threw the whole glassful the other. Eric was too quick and darted aside pulling Doris in front of him. The water soaked her entire front. Doris instinctively turned to face away from Mark and the other two boys, which gave Eric a view of Doris in her soaking wet swimsuit. His eyes locked on his friend's mom's big boobs. Her suit clung to them and accentuated their size and firmness. And her large nipples instantly hardened and rose to stand out prominently through the material. Eric was transfixed. As soon as Doris recovered from the shock of the cold water, she saw that she was facing a thoroughly smitten young man. And an aroused one. Doris was sure Eric's cock had thickened and grown. She smiled at him knowingly and dived into the pool. The boys continued their fun, having diving contests and swimming races that Doris was asked to judge.
Doris enjoyed the afternoon until the sun became too much for her. She had enjoyed watching the boys pretending not to watch her apply suntan oil to her body. She heard Timmy whispering to the others to knock it off, this was his mother. She had contemplated asking Timmy, or one of his buddies to oil up her back, but that seemed too much to her. But in the end she had decided to go in and maybe relieve herself of the tingle that had only grown as she watched the boys and listened to them talking about their girlfriends.
She hadn't heard Eric follow her inside, but saw him go into the bathroom as she turned on some music in the kitchen and flipped through the newspaper. She heard Eric come out of the bathroom and approach her. She looked up at the handsome young man standing before her in his wet swimsuit.
"Mrs. Williams? I just wanted to say I'm sorry you got soaked when we were goofing around."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Eric. Besides I don't think you are sorry. I think you enjoyed the view. Didn't you?" Doris was teasing Eric. She enjoyed the power she had over him. She smiled coyly.
"Uh, well. You are... uh... we didn't think... that is, I... well... you are very pretty, Mrs. Williams."
"Pretty? Is that what you think I am? Or is it something else?"
"You are pretty, well... beautiful. Jeez, you are the best looking woman... " His voice trailed off.
