After catching my breath from having my first "older woman" AND my first "three way" with CEO Cindy and Claire's son Stan, I slowly regained my heart rate and my senses.
After I pulled out of Cindy, she straightened up off of Stan while wiping wetness off of the corners of her mouth. It was a combination of her saliva and Stan's cum as far as I could see. Stan just laid there, catching his breath back as well.
Cindy stood up and my load of cum just ran down her legs. "Oops, looks like I need a quick shower! I think I'll just use the outdoor showers here by the pool. It's not like I need to be shy now, is it?" she laughed.
Mother looked at my glistening dick, coated with both my cum and her boss' juices. "John, I believe you could do with a clean-up as well. Come with me."
With that, Mother just reached over and took possessive hold of my dick and began to lead me to the showers Cindy mentioned. I felt like I was doing the "elephant walk" as Mother never let loose of my dick the entire time we walked. It was only when we arrived at the shower pole that she let go and then only to turn on and adjust the water temp.
Once she found a temp to her liking, she tugged me at the waist to get me under the water spray. As I tilted my head back and let the warm water cascade down my face, Mother had dumped some liquid soap from the dispenser into her hand. She pressed her body front completely against my backside and reached both hands around my torso. Both of her hands went straight to my dick and she began a slow washing and stroking movement, using both hands. I had to prop both hands against the shower stand to keep my balance, the feeling of the circumstances were almost overwhelming.
"Mmmmm, isn't this nice?" asked Mother. "We'll need to try this once we get back home, yes?" All I could do was mutter a "Unh-huh" in response, I was so lost in the moment.
Mother felt my dick was clean enough and she removed both hands from me. Keeping one hand on the middle of my back to keep me in place, she dumped another gob of soap in her free hand. With the soaped hand, she slid her fingers down the crack of my ass, stopping on my asshole. Using two fingers, she rubbed soap all around it, getting a even spread of soap on my opening.
She then used the same two fingers to slowly penetrate my ass slowly. She used a corkscrew motion combined with an in-and-out movement to liberally ensure all of my ass was clean. I thought I had died and went to heaven! The pleasure was simply incredible!
Mother then rinsed her fingers off and used the same technique to rinse the soap out of my ass chute. Only when her fingers came out with no soap on them did Mother pronounce me "clean". She spun me around under the water and then hugged me tight, pressing her perfect b-cup breasts against my lower chest. She smiled up at me with a gleam in her eye, a look that combined pleasure, lust and wickedness. It was a look that I hoped to see a lot more of in the future!
"Having fun yet, John?" Mother asked. I wrapped my arms around her as well, holding her in a close embrace as the warm water rinsed us both off. I looked down at her, seeing how beautiful she was and couldn't resist the urge for a passionate kiss. Apparently she was of the same thought as her mouth met mine halfway. We checked each other's tonsils for a good five minutes before we came up for air.
Mother looked up at me and suggested we ease back to the pool party, get something to drink. I let loose of her, turned off the water and saw Cindy had already departed the shower area as well. Mother and I wrapped our arms around each other's waist as we headed back to the pool area.
As we walked up I noticed things had certainly gotten a little more heated than when we had left. A lot more mothers were totally nude now as were the sons. Clearly the alcohol had helped loosen inhibitions a good bit. Since there was a shortage of chaise lounges for the amount of people we had gathered, many were sitting in pairs. Some were mother/son, some were not. What they did have in common regardless of whom was with whom was all were closely together. Women were in laps, arms around the neck or shoulders of the younger men. Some were reclined back against the front side of the young men, legs played out front in the recliner.
Another thing I noticed was that there were only a couple of women whom still had on their tiny bikini bottoms, all were totally topless. Virtually all of the younger men were nude as well, many sporting hard-ons. I wondered if those with hard-ons were with their mothers or other women and smiled at the thought of both. Conversation abounded across groups of gatherings, no certain cliques appeared to have formed.
Since all the chairs were occupied, Mother and I headed to the bar for something to drink. We both got something tall, cold and fruity. We meandered back to the pool, sitting on the side with our feet in the water. We had sat close to one another, almost without thinking about it. Our warm bodies touched as we gazed out around us. Many couples were in the water as well, some just talking, many in a physical embrace. I again wondered which ones were mother/son and which were not.
I saw Claire again in the water and she wasn't with her son, Stan. She had her legs wrapped around the guy's waist and her arms around his neck. He had cupped her nice ass with both of his hands, giving her additional support. They were kissing and rubbing her body up and down the front of his. Other couples walked or swam around them, basically just watching them but not saying anything to them.
Pretty soon there were more mothers doing the same thing. A few quickly moved into full fledged passionate fucking. The women were going up and down like runaway pistons in a race car. Moans and sighs quickly became shouts and loud grunts as orgasms were reached by the women. Couples were standing in the water talking while two feet away another couple were fucking like banshees. I had never seen anything like it before or since.
It was then Cindy came back on the PA. "Excuse me for interrupting anyone. I have just been told the bathrooms are out of order for the rest of the day. If you ask me, I'd just let it fly whenever the urge hits. That's what I plan on doing. Thank you."
Mother stood up then and said, "Well, that's good timing as that drink went right thru me." I turned my head to look at her and she was standing just next to me but not touching me. She spread her feet a bit and then she began peeing like the proverbial racehorse! I mean it looked like a waterhose had been left on or something. I had to laugh, I mean who would have thought a week ago I would get a close-up view of my beautiful mother peeing in public? She had her eyes closed and let out a soft sigh as her flow trickled to a stop.
