Excitement at home ...
On the way home, Mom called Lillian and gave her the good news. From what I could hear, Lillian was happy to help in any way she could. Lillian's family has a piles of money and she's pretty much what you might call a professional community "do gooder" not really ever having a job, she volunteers all over town and in that way keeps herself busy. She dresses very conservatively and speaks with an elegant and cultured voice. She is the product of California's best private schools.
Having said that, when Lillian is at home with Mom, she cusses like a sailor on shore leave and will say absolutely anything; she can make Mom howl with laughter. So different how she is out in public and how she is around our family. I don't think she has ever been married, but from time to time she shows up at events and functions with some guy on her arm who is always age appropriate and dressed well; but, none of these guys ever seem to stick around. She and Mom grew up together and had been close friends all their lives.
Both of them were farm girls, after a fashion; my mother's folks farmed alfalfa, corn, soy beans and cattle while Lillian's family farmed oil and gas on about 2,600 acres.
These two make a funny pair; Lillian is tall, perhaps 5'11" and sturdy from a German background. She's what you'd call one of those big farm girls, broad shoulders, a little on the fat side but not too much, big hands, big feet, big head, big bold tits and so on. When I was little she scared the water out of me, now I pretty much find her odd, but nice.
Mom on the other hand, is the image of a lady; standing barely 5'3" tall, small frame, small waist, very nice legs, medium tits that seem to be 7 or 8 inches in diameter, sticking out 2 to 3 inches from her chest, as I said, medium. She has a nice face, not a beauty queen, but a really nice face with light brown hair and shiny green eyes. I've always thought she was a really great looking woman, one of those women who get better as they age. Unfortunately, after she and Dad split up, she's pretty much kept to herself these last few years. I'd always hoped she would meet a nice guy and be happy.
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When I was 18, Dad expanded the dining room in the back of the house and made it into a small den with a glass wall and sliding glass doors, looking out into the back yard where we have a medium pool and patio area. We almost never used the dining room, generally eating in the breakfast area, so everybody thought this change was pretty nice.
I remember that summer watching Mom and Dad horsing around in the pool; Mom looked really good wearing a modest bikini and teasing Dad. Sadly she has not worn her bikini since he left us. Back then, I'd watch her sunning around the pool, looking really hot; I'd get myself a serious boner and slip off to my room upstairs to jack off while looking down at the pool area.
It never really bothered me that I liked to masturbate while looking at my mother; later, the military told me that I lacked a certain moral focus. They said that I did not really spend much time reflecting on the right or wrong of a thing before doing what I wanted; but, that I was basically sane. Although, that discussion is for another time, I just thought you should understand that the idea of having sex with my mom was not an area where I was likely to be troubled.
My room is in the back of the upstairs directly overlooking the pool area. I could stand near the window and see the entire back yard and pool with relative privacy. So, when I wanted to masturbate and fantasize about my hot mom, I'd just spread out a small towel on my bed, toss my pants and underwear on the chair beside the bed and have easy access to my cock while looking out the window without being discovered as I jacked off. But, as must always happen, one day I forgot to lock my door.
Well there I was, cock in hand, all swollen up and ready to fire when the door popped open. My cousin Dickie Joe came rushing into my room only to find me naked and strokin'.. well there you go, caught red handed. To my complete surprise, he quickly closed the door and flipped the lock in the handle saying, "Jesus man, you gotta' lock the damn door!"
To tell the truth, I did not know what to do, nobody had ever seen me beating my meat before and I was truly flustered when he said, "Don't let me stop you, it looks like you're about to explode." I was so close to cuming that I couldn't bring myself to stop; I turned directly to the towel and continued stroking my throbbing cock.
It was surreal, as I watched him stare, big eyed, directly at my cock. Inexplicably, it excited me to a fever pitch and he got the full view when I stepped to the bed, aimed my cock and starting shooting long squirts of hot, steaming cum.
I remember hearing myself panting and grunting, then I moved closer and stroked out the final drops of cum, wiping my cock head carefully on the towel. He seemed fixated on my cock, his mouth slightly open with his breath coming quickly. My mind was in turmoil, I didn't know if he would tell my mother about this, or his folks, or what. In a strange voice, as I stood there holding my shrinking cock, I said, "Damn DJ, are you queer or something? What the hell?"
Dickie Joe is my Dad's sister's son; he is 20 years old and attends the local community college majoring in not much. His family lives on a small farm just out of town and they are frequent visitors to our home. As he looked at me he said, "Ah, I just came over to use the pool for a while. I had no idea you would be doing this ... "
I said, "You're going to be quiet about this, right!"
He said, "Yes, I promise, I won't tell anybody."
