Throwing my book bag on the sofa, I grabbed my swimsuit. Until college, school was over for me, and now our backyard pool called.
Mom must have heard its siren's call too, for she was already stretched out on a towel covered float, her favorite wine at hand, working on her tan. I hesitated—did I really see her rubbing her pussy? I did! My mom was actually rubbing her nubbin.
I shouldn't be surprised; Dad, a nuclear sub sailor, still had two months to go on his latest six month deployment. Mom must be getting horny as hell about now.
I wasn't helping much either. Starting a month after he left, I gave in to my Oedipus complex and began openly flirting with Mom. She wasn't receptive at first, but last night, while I helped her with the dishes, she let me push my cock against her ass without pulling away—time to step up my game.
Her hand jerked away when I noisily approached with a bottle of sunscreen. "Let me rub some of this on you," I said. "Can't have you getting sunburn."
"Good...get my back." She turned on her stomach. Her slurred words testified that she started happy hour early.
"You have magic hands," she moaned as I began massaging her feet. Her praises grew as I slowly worked my way up her legs. Reaching her upper thighs, I skipped to her shoulders and started down her back. She said nothing when my fingertips caressed the sides of her breasts; by that time she was as loose as a rag doll.
I deftly unhooked her top. "Gotta be sure not to miss any spots," I explained. Mom just wiggled at my touch. Tugging on her suit's bottom I said, "We need this thing off." Silently she lifted her hips, allowing me to slide it down to her knees. Lifting each leg, I finished the job. Mom kept moaning as I massaged her buns.
"We can't...we shouldn't...Ooohhoo that feels good" greeted my fingers touching her pussy. Then her hips lifted and her legs spread, allowing me better access.
She wiggled and pushed against my probing fingers, which must have found a very special spot because she started humping like wild. The slick juices, seeping from her, caused a slurping sound as my fingers continued their work.