This story is not Chapter 2 of my original story with a similar name. It has been renamed to reflect same theme, different characters.
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Picture a typical suburban family in the UK in early June, Saturday afternoon. My father is planting flowers, weeding, working in the back yard about half way down the garden from the house. I am lounging on a patio chair close to the house reading, waiting for a text from my friends telling me what time we are going to meet down the pub. Mom is nearby lying on a lounge chair in a not very revealing bikini trying to get a head start on her tan.
My sister is still at college, she will be home next week.
The English sun in June is not very strong; many sun worshipers put mineral oil on their skin to increase the effect of the sun's rays, hoping to tan quicker.
A text came in from my buddy; we are meeting in an hour. I need to shit, shower and change. I finished the 3 pages remaining in the chapter I was reading, looked at Mom and started to get up to go inside the house.
Mother had been lying out for over an hour and as far as I could see was not even a little pink, so I told her so.
"Mom you still look pale, I don't see any colour even on your shoulders".
'Really sweetie, I felt my skin getting warm, would you be a sweetheart and put some mineral oil on my shoulders."
"Sorry no Mom, I'm off to meet my friends."
"Sweetie, it will only take a minute the mineral oil is in the kitchen."
"Sorry no Mom, 'gotta go."
"Son, you need to help your Mom, you started this conversation," boomed my father's voice from 30 feet away.
"I hadn't lived 19 years with Mom & Dad without knowing when to comply."
I raced into the house grabbed the bottle of mineral oil off the kitchen table, Mom was lying on her front on a patio lounge chair, chin resting on her hands. I glugged oil onto my hands and slapped it onto Mom's shoulders, too much, she squeaked as the cool oil hit her skin, oil ran all over her back, down the sides of her body and into her armpits. I massaged it into her shoulders as fast as I could.
"Ohh that's nice sweetie, please do my back as well. I kept smoothing oil over her skin, onto her lower back above her bikini bottoms; my hands were moving fast, not very carefully but covering as much skin as quickly as I could. Extra oil collected and was redistributed. Then I was done.
"Thank you sweetie, can you do my legs please." Son of a bitch, I said in my head. I slapped more oil on my hands and rubbed Mom's upper thighs. Right up to her bikini bottoms, I rubbed hard. I was a little annoyed at being asked to rub more oil when I was ready to leave, caught my finger under the seam pulled the fabric up a little, saw butt check, kept on rubbing down her leg to her feet, this was fast work. As I finished her ankles I went back up to her upper thighs brazen enough to try a little teenage perving. I pushed on her thighs to open her legs, they moved apart a little. I rubbed my hands all over Mom's thighs down the sides rubbing against and under the bikini. I managed to slide her bikini seam up at least 3 inches to see more butt cheek and I think a little camel toe. I was getting hard, Mom is pretty hot, 42 years old, stays in shape, great legs, smooth skin, I can tell you now she has great tits. I also knew my growing hard on was not going to lead to anything but a wank in the shower.
"Done Mom, gotta go."
Mom twisted her head, gave me a strange look, peered at my crotch and thanked me.
Dad was walking towards us, Mom leaned back and surreptitiously straightened her bikini bottom, Dad handed me a 20 pound note, said well done and patted me on the back. I had saved him from having to stop yard work to help Mom put on the mineral oil.
Tuesday night is when things started to get weird. We are not a very talkative family, with my sister still at college the 3 of us had quiet dinners often leading to Mom & Dad bickering over minor things while I ate and got the hell away from the table as soon as was reasonable.
Tonight proved to be different.
"Son, your mother tells me you ruined her bikini." Huh?
"Yes sweetie, I washed the bikini I was wearing Saturday and it has stains." Huh?
I'm not one of those sons who pick Mom's used panties out of the laundry hamper and jack off in them, what are they talking about?
"Son, what did you do?"
"All I did was rub mineral oil over Mom's shoulders, back and legs like she asked."
"That seems to be the problem, you made a big mess, used too much oil and it soaked into your mother's bikini."
"Yes dear, the fabric is ruined; there are discolored areas all over the seams on the top and much more on the bottom." As Mom spoke she starred at me intensely, she knew I had been perving, touching more than I should but that was all she said. My Dad however would not stop.
"Your mother tells me this swim suit costs two hundred to replace,"
"What!" I interjected.
"How can this be my fault, you asked me to rub oil on your back?"
"Nevertheless son you made a mess and cost us a lot of money."
I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation, you get the gist. My parents were well and truly together in blaming me and apparently enjoying every minute of it. What was weird was the two of them would not let it go. I became the butt of numerous jokes and comments from Mom and Dad all based around the ruined bikini.
And they were not good jokes.
'Son, would you like to set the table for dinner, oh no better not you'll stain the table cloth.'