She looked out the second floor window and saw him cutting the grass. She could tell his tee shirt was clinging to his perspiration-damp body. It must to 100 degrees out there, she thought and as if he heard her he stopped mowing and stripped off his tee shirt. She gasped. He used the tee shirt to wipe the sweat from his bronzed face, arms and chest. All those years of swimming and biking had sculpted his body to near Adonis form and even though she was 40 and one of his legal guardians, she couldn't help but appreciate what she saw.
She allowed her eyes to take him all in; from his sun-bleached brush cut down to the tips of his beat up runners, staring perhaps a little longer than was appropriate at the bulge in his shorts. In that respect he reminded her of his dad, and she got a little sad at how his life had ended way too soon. But it had put Mark in her and her husband's care and she had loved every minute of the last 6 years "mothering" him.
Mark's dad was her husband's brother and unknown to anyone, her lover for the year prior to his death. When the car crash took his and his wife's life, it was only natural that his brother should raise his son and she willingly agreed.
That was 6 years ago and now Mark was 18 and was off to college in the fall. She continued to look at him and tears filled her eyes. She was gonna miss her boy, more that anyone would know. Sometimes at night in the past year, when her husband was away on business and Mark was fast asleep she would sneak into his room and gaze upon him. A few times he had thrown his blankets off and she would drink in his nakedness. He usually slept on his back and she had to resist the temptation to kneel on the bed next to him and pleasure him with her mouth as she did his dad so many years ago. She blushed at her perverted thoughts, an 18-year-old boy, what was she becoming?
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Mark looking up at her, waving his arms. She opened the window and called out "What's the matter honey?"
"What does a hard working man have to do to get a drink?" he answered. She laughed at him and said she'd be right out. She slipped a pair of white shorts over her 2-piece bathing suit bottom and not so innocently decided not to cover up the low cut top that revealed the swells of her breasts.
She went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and the jug of ice tea from the fridge and put it on a tray along with two glasses. She padded out on to the patio barefoot and placed the tray on the table. She looked out across the width of the pool and watched as Mark dove into the water and swam over. He pulled himself out of the water and she couldn't help but notice how his shorts clung to him, accentuating his manhood.
He flicked the water from his fingertips at her and laughed. "Took you long enough to bring your thirsty boy a drink," he said as he took a long swig of water from the bottle. "Thanks Aunt Jen," he said with his most charming smile, "but next time be quicker," he said jokingly and proceeded to pour what was left of the ice cold water from the bottle down her breasts and tummy.
She gasped with surprise. "You little bugger!" she hissed and realized his eyes were glued to her top. The results of the cold water on her warm skin were evident as she felt her nipples hard against the fabric of the white cotton bathing suit top, made slightly see-through by the water. She blushed a little, but did nothing to cover up and Mark did not avert his eyes.
"Found the water a little cold did you Aunt Jen?" he asked her mischievously.
She didn't know what to say since it appeared he was flirting with her and she had never experienced this before. Well, she thought, two can play that game. "I think you can see how cold the water was," she told him as she circled a hard nipple with her fingertip.
