All characters are 18 years or older
BACKYARD POOL
CHAPTER NINE
Anne adjusted the radio. Smiling, she turned up the volume as a tune came on that she especially liked. She was in a good mood as she drove home, having been released from work after only a couple of hours when there had been a building-wide power failure at her office with no expectation of it being fixed any time soon. She was excited to have some unexpected time off that she could spend any way she wanted since the time spent had already been allotted to being at work.
Bobbing her head in time with the music as she drove, she decided what she wanted to do. The power failure couldn't have happened on a better day, she thought. It was clear and warm, but not
too
warm, perfect for lying by the pool and soaking up some rays. It would be a guilt-free self-indulgence
She wondered if the kids would be home. She loved having them around, but it would be nice to have the pool to herself, so she could relax in peace and quiet. Now that both Ron and Amy were out of school for the summer, one or the other was usually there. She knew she would sorely miss them in the fall, but she kind of looked forward to the time when both her kids would be away at college and she could have their beautifully secluded back yard all to herself, anytime she wanted.
"Well, not today, I guess..." she murmured aloud, sighing dejectedly as she turned into her driveway and saw that both her kids' cars were there, as well as another unknown vehicle.
She went inside and, not seeing anyone, glanced out the patio door to the back yard. She saw her kids and another boy and girl playing in the pool. '
I hope they don't mind me crashing their pool party!'
she thought.
'That's just too bad for them, though, because I'm not going let my free day go to waste!'
Anne went into her bedroom and undressed. She held up her dowdy, old-mom, one-piece swimsuit, thought about it for a moment, then tossed it aside and dug deeper in her drawer to find her bikini. She slipped it on, then stood in front of her full-length mirror. Turning from side to side, she smiled as she perused her reflection.
'Ahhh, yes...'
she thought,
'I can still pull off the bikini thing!"
Anne had had her two kids when she was still quite young, and, while they were both over eighteen now, Anne still had not yet seen the big "4-oh." Blessed with good genes and determination, she had maintained her figure and she now appeared to be a more mature and slightly more voluptuous version of her daughter, Amy. She threw on a terrycloth robe, leaving it open, and headed outside.
Reaching for the sliding glass door to the patio, Anne gasped and paused for a moment as she caught sight of the unknown girl jumping up out of the water to catch a ball. As she rose above the surface of the water, Anne saw that the young woman's breasts were bare. A moment later, her daughter jumper up for the ball and she saw that her daughter's breasts were bare as well. After the initial shock, she chuckled and shook her head, thinking that the two girls must be teasing the boys with little a risquΓ© topless playfulness.
Anne continued watching for a few moments, and at one point the ball flew high over the unknown boy's head, landing outside the pool on the far side. As the boy hauled himself out of the pool, Anne gasped as she caught sight of his pale, white, naked ass. He retrieved the ball and turned around, throwing the ball back into the pool as he returned. She saw his flaccid penis, raised up on his tight, water-cooled ball-sack, bouncing up and down with each step,
Anne's heart jumped as she realized this wasn't just the girls teasing the boys by flashing their breasts.
The ball flew out of the pool again and this time her son, Ron, climbed out of the pool to retrieve the ball. She noticed, however, that his naked butt was not pale and white like the other boy's was. Ron's butt was as smoothly tanned as the rest of him. Her son returned to the edge of the pool and stood there, holding the ball over his head and making feints as to where he would throw it while the other three in the pool waved their arms and yelled at him.
Anne stared at her naked son, her eyes irresistibly drawn to his penis. It looked so different now, compared to when she had last seen it, years ago, when he was a young boy. Then, it was just a tiny, purple-headed nubbin. Now, raised up atop his tight, water-cooled scrotum, it looked plump and heavy compared to the other boy's smaller organ. It, as well as the rest of him, was nut-brown, and she realized that he must have been spending a fair amount of time, naked, by the pool.
Ron finally threw the ball and dove back in.