The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
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I was floating in the pool when my mother finally came home. I did not hear her pull up, nor did I hear her come out onto the pool deck. I was on my back looking up into the sky when I suddenly saw her smiling down at me from the side of the pool. She looked a little tired.
One of the negative aspects of working in real estate as she did was that it was such a competitive field. Working on commission means that it is an all-or-nothing proposition; either her client buys a house and she gets a big fat commission, or they don't and she has wasted a lot of time. That emotional roller coaster ride at work meant that sometimes Mom came home looking worn out like this.
I smiled up at her and swam to the side, getting out of the water and grabbing my towel.
"Did you want to join me for a swim?" I asked. No sense in drying off if she felt like relaxing in the pool.
She looked up at the blue sky with its handful of puffy little clouds as she thought it over.
"No," she finally said, "I was looking forward to showering with you after our call. Maybe we'll come back out and swim when your dad gets home."
I nodded and dried myself. Wrapping my towel around my midsection, I walked up behind her and gently massaged the tension out of her neck. She sighed and allowed me to really work my fingers into her knotted muscles. It took a good ten minutes for me to finish the job. That told me it had been a particularly rough day for her. Yesterday, she had come home ready to jump all over me. Today...
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
Sometimes, her tension was due to someone in her office causing her problems. There are a lot of incompetent people who become realtors. There were a few times that she just needed to talk it out with someone, to get the frustration out of her system. Obviously, she couldn't do that at work. She shook her head this time, though.
"It was just a long day, sweetie," she said. She reached up and squeezed my left hand. "Thanks, though."
I leaned forward and kissed her neck softly. That special spot I had discovered, on the left side just above her collarbone. She groaned at that and turned her head away, giving me access to lightly lick her there. I kissed my way up her neck slightly, and then bit her on that spot with just enough pressure to get that lusty moan I had been seeking.
"Let's get that shower," I whispered into her ear.
I followed her inside, and she led me to her bedroom. She had been wearing panties to work today, I noticed as she unzipped her skirt and laid it on the bed. My mom has got one sexy ass. I stopped to admire it once again as she bent to remove her stockings. Fresh out of the cool water of the swimming pool, I had been as soft as I get. That was remedied quickly watching her undress her sexy body. She smiled saucily when she saw the look on my face.
"I will never get tired of that," she said, "When you look at me like that, you make me feel all kinds of sexy."
I barked out a little laugh. "You
are
all kinds of sexy, Mom."
I stepped onto the bathroom tiles and hung up my beach towel, then turned to face her before dropping my swim trunks. I blew her a kiss and turned to step into the shower. By the time she joined me the water was hot. She turned it down to cool it off just a bit, and then turned to kiss me under the spray. I soaped up her back while squeezing her breasts into my chest. She groaned into my mouth when my hands roughly worked the suds into her bottom.
We took our time in the shower. It was intimate and sensual to explore my mother's body with my soapy hands like that. I loved the way her hands worked over my body. Feeling her soapy hands roaming over my chest was almost as arousing as when she stroked my cock. We rinsed off the soap and shampoo, and were drying each other when I heard my dad's SUV pull up in the driveway. I gave my mom one last, deep kiss and pulled back to smile down at her as I wrapped the towel around my waist.
"You know I'm not ready to fuck you with Dad watching, right?" I asked.
She nodded. "I know, Joshua," she said, "I don't think he's ready either." She hugged me to her, and then let me go with a soft sigh.
Clearly,
she
was ready for it. I wondered how long Dad and I would hold out. I walked out of their bedroom, holding up my left hand to give my dad a "high five" as we figuratively tagged out. He was kind enough to close the bedroom door behind him.
I was still painfully aroused when I reached my room and got dressed. I called Trina as I had promised.
"Hey," I said when she answered, "What are you up to?"
"Oh, just fucking myself with a fat cucumber and imagining it was you," she said.
I hoped she was joking. I think. I managed to bite back the "It's been done," comment that popped into my head and instead snorted into the phone.
"Seriously, though," I said, "I was planning to take you out shopping for the tiniest little micro-bikini I could pick out."
She laughed at that. "You would get me a swimsuit like that, and then have me swim in front of your mother?"
I thought about the last swimsuit my mother had worn in the pool and had to suppress a groan. "I guess I didn't think that through," I said. "I would like to get you a swimsuit, though. Are you available?"
"Sure," she said.
My parents were clearly having sex from the sounds they were making. I left them a note on the counter before heading over to Trina's house.
I knocked on her front door, and she pulled me inside. I did not see a cucumber lying around. She was wearing a skirt, though. She sat on her couch and spread her legs. Her wet pussy was in dire need of some attention. I slid to my knees and devoured her. She grabbed a throw pillow and covered her mouth to muffle her screams. I had to remind myself that this was only the second time she had ever had her tasty pussy eaten. After two rapid orgasms from her, I slowed my assault and gently coaxed that third climax from her. It built up slowly, but when it hit her it was the most intense of the three. I cleaned her with my tongue, and then stood up.
"We need to get going," I said softly, reaching for her hand. "You need to put on some panties so you can try on those swimsuits."
"Okay," she said. She kissed me softly and whispered a "thank you," before going to her bedroom.
On the way to the mall, she pulled my cock out of my shorts and gently sucked on it. I noticed a police car some distance behind us and convinced her to stop. She licked her lips and smiled at me once she sat up in the passenger seat.
"Wow, Josh," she said, "That was a lot tastier than I was expecting."
"What was?" I asked.
"When you came in my mouth," she said, "I thought it would be...I don't know. Other girls said it tasted gross."
"Oh," I said, "that was pre-cum. I understand that isn't as bitter tasting as actual cum. Also, when I come, there is a lot more of it. And I would have warned you if I was going to come in your mouth."
