I didn’t want to seem too eager, but it wasn’t easy to kill the two and a half hours after breakfast Sunday morning until it seemed decent for me to show up at Peg’s door. She was in a bikini again, a different one than yesterday but just as skimpy. Wet and beautiful, damn but she looked delicious. Today, however, I was ready for her. I was in my swim trunks too, no shirt, no shoes, ready for action.
“Good morning, Peg,” I greeted her. “I’m back for that chess game just like I promised. Hot day isn’t it. Mind if I join you in he pool?”
There was that smile again. “Well..., just a swim you understand,” she said cautiously. Then perhaps as a warning she was quick to add, “Carol’s still here and there’s no telling when her date will be here to pick her up for the beach.”
The way she said that bothered me. Carol was still here..., damn, but what really distressed me the undertone. Peg sounded almost hopeful that her daughter might not be leaving anytime soon.
Whether she was glad to see me or not tho, I was thru the door, and I had no intention of leaving. She led me out to the patio where she hit the deep end of the pool with a graceful running dive. Either she wanted me to chase her in the water, or she was trying to find a place to hide. Well, I was more than willing to chase her, and I for damn sure wasn’t going to let her hide from me. Into the pool I went in right behind her. Under water I swam toward the pair of long lovely legs I could see treading water out in front. I came up beneath her with one arm hugging her body close to mine, and the other sliding my hand inside her bikini bra hunting for the lovely sensitive breast I knew was in there. That soft full tit felt wonderful in the palm of my hand, and for just an instant I’m certain I saw a flash of that same desire as I had seen in her eyes last night. Never the less she pulled away.
“Now, Now, none of that,” she scolded me. We’ll talk about this later, but Carol is still here, and as wonderful as that feels, you just must keep your hands to yourself, at least for now.”
I didn’t like the sound of that “at least for now” either, but there was no chance for me to answer. Speak of the devil! Carol walked onto the porch even as her name was called. She too was in a bikini, not as scandalous as that of her mother’s, but pretty small none the less. She too looked damn good, not as classically beautiful as her mother, nor as sexy either, but if she wasn’t a 10, she damn sure was a 8.5 or 9.0.
“Joe will be here soon mother,” she announced. “You two have fun playing, what is it..., chess? I’ll be home for supper. I’ll be exhausted I expect, so I won’t be going out this evening. I guess you’ll have to put up with me hanging around.”
I would swear that she was talking to me more than her mother. At any rate she was looking right at me when she slipped in that snide comment about “what is it..., chess,” and the emphasis on “hanging around’ made it sound like she knew damn well she might not be welcome.
“Interesting,” I thought, “I wonder where this little bitch is coming from.”
Before I could deal with that unknown, however, Peg had scrambled onto the pool deck and announced that she was going to get dressed and would be back in a minute. It was all too plain that Peg was using the safety of her daughter’s presence to shed that provocative bikini. I remembered what she had said last night when I was leaving her. “...but just for a game of chess.” No doubt about it. She is for certain trying to keep a respectable distance from me. I took some comfort in the realization that last night had been a pretty sudden thing, and some morning after remorse was to be expected.
Then she dropped the real bomb just as she went out the door. “Federal Auditors will be at the bank tomorrow. I have to work tonight to have our books ready. If you’re hanging around here Carol, you’re going to be by yourself unless you can get Ricky to stay and entertain you. Maybe he could teach you to play chess. I can tell you, he’s real good at it.”
Her eyes twinkled at those last sentences. I don’t think the double entendre joke was lost on any of us. It certainly wasn’t on me,
Carol stayed on the porch for a few minutes while I treaded water in the pool, but she was pretty frosty toward me and we didn’t speak. That was all right with me. I had a problem of my own. My little tussle with Peg in the water had me with an embarrassing hard-on, and with Carol hanging around I couldn’t leave the cover of the pool until it went down, which the damn thing refused to do. Just then the front doorbell rang and Carol ran to answer it. I had been saved by the bell so to speak.
I heard voices out front and then the door slam right after a “By Mom; See ya later” came floating out from the family room into the patio, I was just climbing out of my watery cover, erection and all, when Peg came back from changing clothes. She looked gorgeous. She had dried her hair and tied it back in a pony tail. She had on white linen shorts, not short shorts, but not long ones either. Up top she had on one of those summertime cotton bra tops with a loop around the neck to hold it up, and straps at the bottom that wrap around the back and tie in a bow at the bare midriff above the exposed belly button. It was all I could do to keep from reaching for that bow right away and giving it a pull. That bra top and those shorts, and the considerable female flesh they left in view, weren’t helping my hard-on problem a bit.
Peg giggled at my predicament, and stole a line from an old Mae West movie, “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me.”
“I grinned back and assured her it was not gun. The sunshine on her face faded into a serious frown, however, as she sat down on the lounge and motioned me to come sit beside her.
“Sit down here Ricky, I need to talk to you,” was the way she began, and I could see right away the my Peg was deep into a guilt trip, and I wasn’t going to like what she was about to tell me.
“Look, Ricky, I’m so ashamed. What were we thinking of? No, what was I thinking of? I’m old enough to be your mother. I shouldn’t have allowed you to fuck me”
“Peg,” I interrupted, “DON’T! How old you are didn’t matter last night and it doesn’t matter now. I had the best sex of my life, not with ‘an-older-woman’, but with the most beautiful and desirable female I have ever known. So, we enjoyed each other. There is nothing wrong with two unmarried adults having wonderful sex together regardless of any difference in ages. We hurt nobody. We betrayed nobody. Neither of us have anything to feel guilty about.
“Oh, but Ricky, I do feel so guilty, so slutty. I don’t know what got into me last night. I’m not that way at all. I was lonesome and feeling sorry for myself when you dropped in out of the sky. You were an answer to a depressed and horny woman’s prayer, but that’s no excuse for me going into heat. I was just going to tease you a little to keep you around. I was so enjoying your company, talking with you, laughing with you, playing chess with you. Why did I let things get so out of hand?
