Lori's mother, Sharon, unlocked and entered the front door, exhausted after a long morning drive. She had been visiting her sister for over a week, and she was happy to be home and at a reasonable hour. She yelled aloud if anyone was home, and receiving no answer figured that her husband, Dan, was at work and Lori was still on a road trip with her friends. The house was neat and clean with the exception of some morning dishes in the sink.
She checked her phone for messages and saw that Lori was going to be gone for several more days and was off in the woods somewhere out of cell phone range. A note on the counter from Dan welcomed her home and indicated he might be late from work that evening. Sharon wheeled her suitcase into the bedroom and began undressing. She just wanted to get into something comfortable and enjoy the sunshine out by the back yard pool.
As she disrobed in front of the closet mirror, she examined her darkly tanned, aging, naked body. Her large breasts dominated the landscape, and she hefted them in an attempt to defy the effects of gravity. Free of her hands or a support bra, her breasts hung a little lower each year but still attracted plenty of attention just by their sheer size from men and women alike. Each orb was also capped by a huge, pink, puffy nipple, made all the more obvious as they were surrounded by lily-white, sun-protected flesh. Her nipples were the best part of her tits, she thought to herself, as she tweaked each one. Men went apeshit when they laid eyes on those nipples, as if her large globes weren't enough.
Sharon's eyes moved down to the rest of her body as she turned to get a better view in the mirror. Her midsection could definitely use some toning. Middle aged spread and a hint of cellulite had started to take over, but with a layer of body-restraining lycra undergarments, no one was the wiser when she was clothed. She frequently received compliments on her relatively slim physique othe than her big boobs. Still not 50, she figured she was not completely out of her prime. If only she had the active sex life she once had. Dan now seemed content to suck on her tits for a few moments before plowing into her briefly and shooting a load out of his big cock, the one thing she loved about his body. Even at that, those occasions were becoming more and more infrequent as his drinking and passing out early in front of the tv became the typical evening adventure.
Sharon smiled when she remembered the evening her stepson Jason had come home late one night, and she had seduced him in the den while Dan snored away in the bedroom. Jesus, what a magnificent cock that boy has, she thought to herself. I could barely walk after he was done with me. What I'd give to have him for an entire weekend. I'd do my best to wear him out. Sharon had always been attracted to large penises, and her husband had filled that order nicely for a while, but now it seemed that the only way to get it stiff enough to satisfy her was to give him a sloppy blowjob first. Even there, there were no guarantees.
Sharon's reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door as she finished tying the strings of her bikini top and then turning it around so that her boobs were firmly entrenched in the huge D sized cups. Even then, she was exhibiting a good deal of cleavage. She slipped on a loosely tied robe and peered through the peephole to see her neighbor's 18-year-old son standing on her porch.
"Come on in, Sammy. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Pool cleaning day, Mrs. Berg. It's Wednesday, remember? Would you rather I come back another time?"
"Oh, sorry. I just got home and forgot about that. No, by all means, come on in. You know where everything is. I was about to take a dip myself, but I'll wait until you are done. Do you mind if I watch? And call me Sharon, for Pete's sake. Mrs. Berg sounds so old!"
"Of course not. I'd welcome your company, Mrs....er...Sharon." At 6'2" Sammy towered over Sharon. Sharon thought he was handsome, in a skinny, gawkish sort of way. He had not quite filled out and still had that boyish look to him. His peach fuzz beard did nothing to make him look more mature. But some day he would be a hit with the ladies, she figured.
Sammy tried to avoid starting at his neighbor's cleavage, but it was nearly impossible. Her large breasts begged to be eyeballed, as well as squeezed--he figured. He had dreamed of them more than once with his cock in his hand and a box of Kleenex tissues nearby.
They both walked through the house to the back entrance. Sharon spread out on the lounger after removing her robe while Sam gathered the pool cleaning tools and chemicals, occasionally glancing at her and exchanging timid smiles with her. The bright sun necessitated dark sunglasses which thankfully allowed him to scope out her tits without being too obvious.
Sharon rubbed baby oil over her already dark tan, and adjusted the chair so she was sitting up and could watch Sam. He was wearing swimming trunks, but unlike most boys his age who donned loose surfer trunks, Sam was wearing a pair of skimpy Speedos, and Sharon had to look over the rims of her glasses to ensure that she was seeing things correctly. The boy had a huge bulge straining to be released from the confines of his trunks. Sharon felt a wetness and a familiar tingling in her groin. It had been a long time since she had had sex. "Hmmm...a stiff young cock would be nice, Sharon, but not gonna happen today," she almost said out loud.
Sammy noticed her staring at him and wondered what he had done wrong. He smiled sheepishly and continued catching leaves and debris with the pool-cleaning net. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, he reached a bit too far while stealing a gaze at Mrs. Berg's tanned body, and the weight of the long pole made him lose his balance. He went into the water with a splash and a muffled scream.
"Oh my god, Sammy. Are you ok?" Sharon was immediately on her feet and ran to the side of the pool where Sam was treading with an embarrassed look on his face.
"I'm fine. Just clumsy. Sorry."
"Oh, don't apologize, Sammy. Let's get you out of there and dried off. Your sweatshirt is soaking. Come on. I'll get you a towel." She had bent over in case he needed a hand, and her tits were all but falling out of her top.
Sam made it to the stairs at the shallow end and got out, dripping. He removed his hoody and hung it on a chair in the sun. Sharon led him inside to the tile floor in the den and closed the door.
"Wait here and I'll get a towel for you, Honey. Are you sure you're ok? That was quite a splash!" In fact, c'mon with me into the bedroom. The carpet is old, and it will be more comfortable than this cold, tile floor."
She grabbed Sam by the hand and led him into her bedroom. Sam's eyes were glued to her fleshy ass covered by a tiny bikini bottom as she bade him stand in front of the bed. "Just a sec." She disappeared and returned from the master bath with a huge towel embroidered with "HERS" on it. She wrapped it around his shoulders from behind and began rubbing vigorously over his back and down his long legs. Sam could smell a perfumed scent from the towel, and when she called him "Honey" it sent a little thrill through him.
"Let me do the front, Honey. You're a mess." Sharon threw the towel over his shoulder from his backside and walked around him to grab it from the front. "Better do your hair first. Bend over." She reached up with both arms to rub the towel through his wavy blond hair, stretching on her tip toes to reach his head. Sam's head was bent downward to aid her efforts, and her tits were practically in his face. Her boobs were stretched taught with her stretching overhead, and a portion of each pink nipple surrounded by white flesh came into view. His reaction was instantaneous. His cock bulged to twice its size with nowhere to go inside his wet Speedos. He thought for a moment he should pardon himself and stop her, but he was enjoying the attention too much to say anything. Standing nearly naked in her bedroom while she rubbed his body with her towel and wearing a tiny bikini was more than he could have imagined.
"Can't let you leave her soaking, Honey. Your girlfriend would wonder what you've been doing. Let me just get the rest of you and you'll be good as new." Sharon smiled and rubbed his chest vigorously before kneeling and doing his legs. In the process her hands discovered the lump in his trunks, and she gave it a little extra rub to double check for authenticity. The bulge got her thinking.
"Tell you what, Honey. Sit on the bed and I'll do your feet too, you're making a puddle on my carpet." She guided him to the foot of her king-sized bed and gently pushed him with her hand on his chest. She rubbed his feet for several seconds.
"There. I think I got all of you, and honestly, there is a lot of you, if you know what I mean. You've grown to be quite the man. How old are you now, Sammy. 20?"
"I'm 18, Mrs. Berg. And thanks for this, but I should probably finish the pool and get going." Sam didn't know what she meant by "there's a lot of you," but his erection only got bigger at the possibilities. Unconsciously, he placed his hands on his lap in a weak effort to hide his bulge.
"Eighteen! No way! You could easily pass for older. I bet the girls go crazy for you. You know, Sammy, I couldn't help but notice that you fill out those Speedos quite nicely. Speedos are sexy on a big, strong man like you. But yours are still soaking wet. You can't go home like that. Can you? Stand up for a second!"
Sam nervously stood, unsure where this was heading. As soon as he did, he felt a hand on his crotch.
"Oh yeah...they're soaking. We need to get you out of these and dry them. I bet they're uncomfortable. They certainly look uncomfortable and even maybe too small. I might have something of Dan's that you can wear while they dry."
With that, Sharon grabbed his trunks in both hands and pulled them down to his knees with one motion. Instantly, his uncircumcised cock sprang out at a 90-degree angle. It was thick and long with a large set of testicles somewhat shriveled by the cold water and covered by a mat of blond pubic hair.
"Oops, what do we have here? Somebody got a little excited." Sharon grabbed him by the shaft and stroked it."
