As I sat with Barbara and Steph at the club, having just finished tennis, my phone vibrated with a few texts. I just let the phone buzz on the table, knowing full well what the texts were and that one of the gals would tell me to answer my phone. And sure enough Steph did.
Fifteen minutes earlier, as we were walking off the courts, I had texted Timmy and requested a few "pics" from him. So I knew exactly what was on my phone. I opened the texts with a "Oh, my," I chuckled.
Steph couldn't resist, "What have you got there?"
"Just a little, well big something actually, from my newest toy." I knew Steph wouldn't be able to ignore that.
"Can we see," she giggled?
"Sure," as I handed the phone over. Her eyes went wide.
"Oh my goodness, he's hung like a horse," she said laughing! "How old is this one?"
"22"
"Oh come on, 22, that's our boys' age," she blurted out still laughing, but with eyes fixated on my phone. She shifted through all three texts, repeatedly.
"Tell me you wouldn't want a taste, Steph," I said wryly.
She shook her head in disbelief, "Barb, you need to see this."
"Um, no I don't!" Now Barbara is no prude, so I couldn't help but think she was wondering if she'd be looking at her son Timmy's penis if she had agreed. Since that day at her pool I think she suspected me of seducing Timmy. I made him promise not to tell her. I wanted to enjoy springing that on her myself.
"Oh, come on, you have got to see this. It's magnificent," said Steph as she thrust my phone in Barbara's face.
I could see Barbara try to stifle a response, but a small gasp slipped out. Hard not to, Timmy's cock is quite something and he had completely oiled-up his fully shaved cock and balls for the photo. He also snapped the pic from a low angle. The effect was to make it look even more massive than it was. Barbara's eyes lingered over it - "could Timmy be carrying around that monster" she might have been thinking. But it was impossible to tell who it was attached to since the huge cock dominated the entire screen. Then when she bit her lower lip I think a more carnal thought had crossed her mind. She clumsily handed back the phone to me with feigned disgust.
"Sorry gals, gotta go. I think you understand," I said with a wink. "See ya," and off I bounced out of the club.
Before I pulled out of the lot I removed my thong from under my short tennis skirt and my bra from under my tight sleeveless top. My DDs sank a few inches and spread out a bit, but the tight, ribbed top kept them in place. My permanently aroused nipples strained the fabric "Let Timmy think that's how I play tennis," I said to myself. I slid my phone under my skirt and sent him a quick video of some "self massage" in return.
When I arrived home twenty minutes later I found him completely naked on my bed slowly stroking that beautiful cock while looping the short video I had sent him.