Johanna had become accustomed to the long hot Louisiana summers. She'd lived in the South for twenty years now, moving from her hometown in Maine and settling in the suburbs of Baton Rouge with her husband Hoby after they wed. Hoby – strong, handsome, and supremely Southern – had been the big man on campus when the two met in college, a perfect match for the sorority queen from Portland. But even after marrying Hoby and having three children with him, Johanna had not been able to silence that voice inside her, that gnawing desire for women she'd hoped would have been left back at the house with her sorority sisters.
But Hoby and Johanna had grown distant over the years, and Johanna had grown closer to her children, particularly Mallorie, the eldest at 19, home for the summer from university. On Mal's urging, the family had installed a swimming pool in their backyard last spring. Mallorie had been a competitive swimmer in high school, making her body lean and toned thanks to hours spent in the pool each week. She'd even convinced Johanna to swim with her every morning and quickly her mother lost those last baby pounds and regained her svelte figure from her sorority days. The morning workouts had bonded Johanna and Mallorie, and every day Johanna looked forward with excitement to seeing Mal in her red Speedo darting from end to end of the pool.
It was a particularly hot Wednesday afternoon; Hoby was at work in the city and the other children were at overnight camp with the local youth group. Johanna and Mallorie had completed their morning workout, ate lunch together, and were now sunbathing in on lawn chairs in the backyard. Mallorie was on her back, in a yellow bikini with her curly sunbleached blonde hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, flipping through a magazine. Johanna was on her stomach, the top of her own black bikini undone as to avoid those unsightly tan lines she so detested. Johanna felt her body moist with sweat and gazed out into the pool.
She sat up, her full breasts exposed, and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "I'm going into the water to cool off."
"Okay, Mom," Mallorie didn't look up from the magazine.
The past months with Mallorie had fostered uneasy feelings in Johanna. Mallorie's beauty – a mix of her father's rugged Southern good looks and her mother's sharp Yankee features – spoke to that voice inside of Johanna that had drawn her to her sorority sisters so many years ago. As she walked toward the pool, Johanna's mind helplessly wandered back to the beads of sweat dripping down Mal's tight cleavage. She thought about the meticulously maintained bikini line underneath Mal's bikini bottoms both Mallorie and Johanna worked to keep neat. "A dive in the pool will cool me off," Johanna muttered to herself and she plunged into the cool water warmed by the sun.
Johanna swam a couple laps slowly, floating on her back so the tops of her breasts poked out of the water. From her lawn chair Mallorie watched her mother from behind her dark sunglasses, tracing Johanna's form as she cut through the water. She bit her full bottom lip and felt that familiar tingle deep inside. At school Mallorie had left the frat guys to jerk each other off; she preferred their girlfriends. It was good, satisfying, but not enough. Mallorie began eyeing her older professors, mature women without inhibitions, but still something was missing. During an all-night drinking session with her roommate Roxy, Mallorie realized, thanks to Roxy's story about making love to her aunt, that she wasn't satisfied with any woman who was not her mother. The lure of the forbidden coupled with Johanna's pure sex appeal left Mallorie wet with anticipation to seduce her own mother.
Johanna was on her sixth lap when she saw Mallorie approach the pool. Mallorie sat on the edge of the pool and dipped her long tanned legs into the water. She'd put her sunglasses on the top of her head and smiled at her mother with her sparkling green eyes.
"Feel better?"
"Mmmhmm," Johanna swam over to where Mal was sitting "I feel great."
Mallorie slid into the water and threw her sunglasses over the side. She pulled the elastic band out of her hair and shook it out. Johanna stared at her daughter and could not believe the desire she felt for her. Her pale pink nipples stood at attention, staring at Mallorie, hungry like Johanna herself.
