After my wife and I split, she took our son, Levi, and moved to the next county. By the terms of our divorce, she could not move more than 1 county away, but I rarely got to see my boy. Birthdays, Christmas, that's all. By the time I finished my second tour in Iraq, Levi wasn't that interested in hanging out with his old man anyway.
To my surprise, when Levi turned 18, he asked if he could stay with me for the summer. I warned him my little house in Leander, Texas had no AC. What I did have was a pool with a diving board - a rarity in these parts. Diving boards were only found in the older houses.
That June, I heard a knock on the door and I welcomed Levi in. He was no longer the skinny, scrawny little kid who was always crying for his momma. No, what stood before me was a 6 foot tall, lean, mean young man with dirty blonde hair, a burnt orange t-shirt, blue shorts, and burnt orange flipflops. Like most young men in the Austin area, he was hoping to get accepted into the University of Texas. He was a runner and cyclist. He rowed for his high school. I know because I paid for all of his sports equipment even though I didn't get the chance to watch him compete.
He flashed a big toothy smile and hugged me with hearty back slaps.
"Come in, boy, come in!" I showed him to his little room. I still wondered why he didn't prefer to stay with his mother and stepfather in their fancy house by the lake.
"Thank you, sir."
I swelled with pride that he was so good mannered. When I was 18, I was a high school drop-out. As a matter of fact, when I was 18, that's when we made him!
"So tell me, son. Why do you want to stay with me this summer?"
"Well sir, it's on account of my girlfriend, Heather. Momma doesn't approve of her. I figured..." he paused, "Well, I hope you're fine with her visiting and all."
I had a smile on my face, "Are you serious with her, son?"
"No, sir. She's my girlfriend. That's all. It's not like we plan to get married. I'm too young for that."
"So your momma just doesn't like her."
"That's right."
"Well, seeing that she's not serious, I don't see anything wrong with you having a girlfriend. Especially for the summer before you start university. Have some fun!"
"Thank you, sir!" My boy smiled at me and slapped me on the shoulder again.
That night, I opened the door and immediately realized why my ex-wife didn't like Heather. Standing before me was a big-titted blonde with Daisy Duke shorts, red heel sandals, and a burnt orange t-shirt that she tied off at the waist to show off her tummy and her tattoos.
Good for you, son, I thought. Get your rocks off with a trashy type.
I welcomed Heather and she went straight to Levi's room.
I must confess, I had not had a woman in almost a year. I sat in the living room and listened to my son and his girl fuck. They moaned and swore at each other. I listened to the steady rhythm of the creaking bed. It occurred to me that each squeak of the box spring was the sound of my son's dick proudly ramming his skanky Heather. I became rock hard at the thought and soon had my own dick out. I muted the TV and nutted in seconds wiping myself off with the end of my t-shirt, and then sat there to listen to them finish.
A few minutes later, I saw Heather leave the room and run for the bathroom. Then I heard the shower.
Levi walked out casually, sweaty with a towel around his waist. He walked out to the living room and blushed, "Um, sir, where should I dispose of.. you know, things?"
"You've got good manners, son. Your momma raised you well. What kind of things do you need disposed of?"
My good-looking kid blushed again, and from behind his back, he presented his used condom. "There's no garbage container in the bathroom or bedroom.
"Oh, well, don't flush it. You can tie it off and put it in the kitchen garbage. I'll get you something for your room."
"Thank you, sir." He headed to the kitchen.
Every night it was like this. Heather would come over. They would fuck, she would shower, then Levi would shower. He drove her home and when he got back to the house, he would sit and watch TV with his old man.
Finally, their routine changed one Saturday night. It was late, maybe 3 in the morning when I was awaken by the flickering light of the swimming pool. I heard suppressed giggles and then splashing. My bedroom had a door that opened to the backyard. I stood and watched Levi and Heather skinnydip. My eyes must have bugged out when I saw Heather jump out of the pool to get to the diving board. A big-titted girl bouncing on a diving board? She was like a trucker's dream. She had big natural floppy tits with huge nipples. She had tattoos on her arms, her thighs and stomach. She was shaved hairless as the young people like to do. They made an attempt to be quiet but their laughter carried over the pool. I'm pretty sure my neighbors heard them.
I also watched Levi jumping in and out of the pool. He had the lanky build of a runner. Thin long legs, no tattoos on his body - his mom would have killed him. And he was flopping around with a good lengthed dick that looked bigger because he too was shaved hairless down there. He reminded me of myself at that age - the build, the enthusiasm, the confidence.
After a couple laps of giggling and swimming, Heather waved for Levi to lie down on beach towel she had spread on the diving board. He dutifully did so, and I was impressed that he was already sporting a semi. Then, I was shocked. Here in the very well lit swimming pool, outdoors under the night sky, in my backyard with all my neighbors potentially watching, Heather took my boy's penis and began sucking him like a lollypop.
