Author's Note: This story takes place in a universe without STDs. Comments are greatly appreciated.
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Chad sighed as he pulled into the drive after another long day lifeguarding at the beach, wondering how long he really wanted to continue in this line of work. At 6'4" and 225lbs, he was in tremendous physical condition, a requirement for the job which required all lifeguards to successfully complete a rigorous series of conditioning tests every 3 months. A daily 5-mile swim in the ocean before his shift each day helped to keep him toned and relaxed him. With his long, sun-bleached blonde hair and blue eyes, not to mention his deep tan, Chad was a head-turner and he took advantage of it with a constant supply of beautiful girls from which to choose.
Parking his Shelby Cobra GT under the portico, Chad entered the spacious, palatial home that he shared with his mother, June, his father having died in an accident when he was 8. His father's foresight in having a big life insurance policy had paid the mortgage off and left him and his mother with more than enough money to see them through the rest of their lives, though June had refused to give up the ballroom dance studio that she and Charles had built together. She had explained and justified it by saying that it kept Charles close to her and that she needed something to do to feel fulfilled. Chad didn't know what he wanted to do, so lifeguarding had been fine for the past couple of years, especially considering the perks. He had to do something, though lifeguarding was mostly about doing nothing but sitting on his butt and paying attention to the beach, the water, and the people enjoying them. He was only 23, after all.
At 42, June still had a slender body with incredible legs, standing 5'8", a bit tall for a dancer. She had C-cup breasts with large, dark-brown nipples, honey-brown hair, and hazel eyes.
Grabbing a beer from the refrigerator, Chad headed out to the pool area where he knew that he'd find his mother. She always spent a couple of hours at the end of the afternoon relaxing in the waning light that didn't burn her skin before heading to the dance studio for the evening's lessons.
Not unusually, he found her with Darlene, their vivacious neighbor. They were the best of friends and usually played tennis together every day on the backyard tennis court, something that helped both of them to stay in shape. Darlene was only 5'2" and just over 100lbs with red hair and green eyes with smaller B-cup breasts. They made an incongruous pair.
"There you are," June said, looking up as Chad approached, momentarily blocking the sunlight. "Did you have a nice day?"
"Nothing exciting, which is good," Chad replied, sitting down and letting his eyes wander over the two bikini-clad women, both laying on their stomachs topless, their G-string bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.
"No lives to save, Chad?" Darlene asked, smiling at him, using her hands to partially shield her naked breasts as she looked up.
"Not today," Chad replied, "unless you consider dealing with sunburn saving lives. You'd think that with all of the information out there, that people would pay more attention."
"What do you do?" Darlene asked.
"I usually slather them with an aloe lotion that has a high sunblock factor," Chad replied.
"They must love that," Darlene said with a laugh. "Do you enjoy doing it?"
"I guess it depends on who I'm doing it to," Chad replied with a laugh. "The old fat ones are definitely no fun, but they seem to be the ones that burn the most."
"Would it disgust you terribly to moisturize me?" Darlene asked with a smile, reaching down for her bottle of moisturizing lotion.
"Sure," Chad agreed, draining his beer and getting to his feet.
"I need to shower and get ready for the studio," June said, sitting up and holding her top against her chest. "I'll leave the two of you to your moisturizing."
"You do have wonderful hands, Chad," Darlene sighed as he knelt next to her and began to spread the moisturizer onto her back, his hands large enough to almost cover it, she was so small. "Do you ever get turned on by the girls at the beach?"
"Every day," Chad replied, spreading the moisturizer down to the small of her back.
"I'm sure that it turns them on, too," Darlene said, letting her legs spread apart as his big hands slid down onto her naked ass.
"I'd like to think so," Chad replied, smiling as he massaged the lotion into her ass cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them apart, her rosebud easily visible beneath the tiny string that went beneath her cheeks to the small piece of material covering her pussy which slipped between her fat outer lips when he spread her cheeks apart.
June sighed as she stepped into her shower, a large shower with a big rain head that had a deep bay window facing out onto the backyard where the pool and tennis court were visible. Darlene was not the least bit subtle, she realized, not for the first time. She had accepted and even gotten used to the non-stop parade of girls that Chad brought home two, three nights a week. She knew that her son was gorgeous, even more than because he was her son. He was gorgeous! She never tired of her friends telling her, she realized as she smiled, looking out the bay window and shaking her head when she saw Chad pistoning his cock in and out of Darlene as she lay on her stomach on the chaise lounge.
She had realized more than a year ago that Chad was having sex with Darlene, though Darlene never once mentioned it to her, always acting normally, and she had refrained from saying anything to Chad, accepting the fact that he was an adult and had to make his own choices in life. She wondered if Darlene was aware that her daughter, Beth, was also a frequent visitor to Chad's bed.
Chad knew that if he looked up that he would see his mother watching him. He had first noticed her watching several months previously, but when she said nothing to him about it, he stopped being concerned, enjoying the fact that he was fucking the neighbor's wife, a woman his mother's age, as well as her daughter. Beth was a great fuck, enthusiastic, but nothing like her mother, who had a voracious appetite.
"Oh, Chad, that is so nice," Darlene grunted, reaching back behind herself to hold the cheeks of her ass and pull them apart as Chad's big cock plunged in and out of her ass. "Nobody fucks my ass like you."
"Your ass is made for fucking," Chad said, groaning as he pulled his cock from her ass and began to spray cum all over her.
June felt her knees weaken and a mini-orgasm rippled through her body when she saw Chad's cock spurting cum onto Darlene's ass. She could tell, even from this distance, that his cock was every bit as big as his father's, maybe bigger.
"Jeremy isn't interested in fucking me in the ass," Darlene sighed as she dragged her fingers through the cum coating her ass and brought them to her mouth to suck on. "I'm lucky to have you to take care of that for me."
"I think he's nuts," Chad said, shaking his head.
"He's got his uses," Darlene said with a laugh as she got to her feet and arranged her bikini. "Maybe next time I'll just suck your cock."
"That sounds good to me," Chad agreed with a smile.
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Maybe it's time for another date,
June thought as she dressed, realizing with chagrin that it had been a couple of months since her last one, therefore the last time she had gotten laid. After Charles had died, she just hadn't felt the need or the urge to get involved in an emotional relationship. Without him, the studio took up all of her time, as well as trying to be mother and father to Chad, who had been close to his father.
As a result, Chad had spent even more time in the studio, June not willing to put him into childcare, preferring to use one room of her studio as Chad's room, complete with toys, TV, and computer. Her instructors all adored and spoiled him completely, as did the students, who were mostly older.
The majority of new students to ballroom dance usually came from the recently widowed, divorced, or retired, people feeling a bit lost at sea as the result of a major part of their life disappearing in one way or the other, and hoped that they might find some sort of a social connection by learning how to dance.
Growing up in the studio, Chad learned to dance just by constantly being around it, then showing an interest for several years from age 14 and actively trying to learn. He had never expressed any desire to teach, even though June was certain that he'd be a great teacher, but he learned enough to pass the Gold Standard examination, something very few people ever attained. Rather than continue to learn, Theater Arts being the next step, he stopped, though he often came to the Friday night parties. There were always more attendees when June could promise that Chad would be there, all of the women desiring to dance with him, as much for the dancing as for the pleasure of feeling his hands on them, she was sure.
June knew that contrary to the rules and traditions, Chad had been very surreptitiously having liasons with some of the staff, as well as a few of the students. She knew that she should speak to him about it, but she also knew that Chad knew that what he was doing wasn't acceptable, yet he did it anyway. As long as no problems seemed to arise as a result of his behavior, she was inclined to let sleeping dogs lie. The one aspect of it all that did give her pause was that the students that he was seeing were all much older, her own age and older. He would never want for money, so the fact that they were all extremely wealthy didn't enter into it, as far as she was concerned.
"Zip me up?" June asked, presenting her back to Chad.
"Sure," Chad agreed, pulling up the zipper on her dress, a mid-thigh, low-cleavage outfit, typical of her work wardrobe. She had once told him that it never hurt to make them drool.
"You'll come to the party tomorrow night?" she asked hopefully. "It would really make everyone happy, including me."