Chapter 7
Ann's story
Lynn and I were sitting on the patio when Princess arrived with her guests. We had invited them over for cocktails after Princess told us how eager Ann was to meet us.
"Sit down. I'll fix the drinks," I said after the introductions were made all around. Ann was a little older than Princess and had a figure almost as good. Her son Gerry was a strapping handsome kid who looked older than his twenty-one years. I poured Glenlivet for everyone, rocks for most. We exchanged the usual pleasantries. Then Princess told us about Ann.
"Ann and I were great friends a dozen years ago. We ran around a lot together because we belonged to the same club." Princess said. "Of course she didn't call me Princess – it was Blanche then."
"Blanche as in 'Streetcar.'" I chuckled.
Princess laughed. "Yeah. Mom was a Tennessee Williams fan, I guess. Anyway I like my new name better."
Princess went on to explain about Ann and I began to wonder what was in her mind. She had told me that Ann had a personal problem that she wanted to talk over with Lynn, but I had no idea what it was or why she wanted to talk to Lynn about it. Sometimes I think Princess had a higher opinion of Lynn's understanding of personal problems than she really had. Probably she thought that working out the serious trouble that Lynn and I got ourselves into with Bill had somehow given us insight into how to deal with sexual dilemmas.
We had a second round of drinks and people were starting to feel loose. Princess hauled a joint out of her purse, lit it, and passed it around.
"This will loosen everybody up," she said. She was right. We puffed a while, had a third Glenlivet, and then Princess says, "How about the hot tub?"
That was a real surprise! We were not a straight-laced group, but Ann's son Gerry was here and Lynn and I had just met the two of them. Princess had a plan, I told myself, so let her be the lead. I offered them some robes and everyone went into the house to strip and get into the robes.
We came back out and I hung up my robe and got into the tub. Lynn followed me. Princess stood on the mat beside the hot tub, stark naked and strikingly beautiful in all her thirty-something years. She had gorgeous, large, milky white tits with only a slight sexy sag of maturity and a taut flat belly, tan down to her scanty beaver. Her legs were long and shapely and tan.
When Gerry and Ann walked out in their robes I thought Gerry spent a good deal of time with his eyes roving over Princess' naked body. Well, after all, he was only twenty-one. He hung his robe up and Ann did the same. Ann's body was almost the twin of Princess except she had shaved her beaver and showed the world a naked pussy.
"Stop staring at Princess, Gerry," said Ann. Then turning to Lynn and me in the hot tub she said, "This is the first time Gerry has seen Princess naked. When he was a teenager he used to admire her figure in a bikini. I think he used to jack off looking at a picture of Princess in her bikini."
"Mom! For God's sake!" Gerry was obviously embarrassed. We couldn't help laughing because his over reaction told us that Ann had hit the nail on the head.
Gerry's cock had started to get a little hard looking at Princess and he quickly jumped into the hot tub to conceal it. Ann was not yet finished embarrassing her young son.
"Gerry is hung just like his father was," she said.
"Mom! For God's sake!" I looked over at Gerry and I could see he was really embarrassed by what his mother had said. He's acting more like he's seventeen, I thought.
"That was the first thing I noticed about Gerry," said Princess. "You're right Ann. Gerry is hung just like his dad."
"It will come as no surprise," said Ann, "that Princess became an expert on my husband's equipment. She screwed him all one summer."
"Mom! For God's sake!" Gerry shouted, yet again.
All of us were laughing now at Gerry's expense. I turned to him. "Gerry, that's the way mothers are. They always seem to say the most embarrassing things."
We all got into the water and soaked and had yet another Glenlivet to empty the bottle and passed one more joint around. What ever was in the minds of Princess and Ann it was certain that by the time we talked about it we would all be very, very loose. One more complication seemed to be developing. Princess had moved over to Gerry and had begun to cuddle with him, obviously playing with his balls and getting him aroused. Then she gave him a big wet kiss.
"Your teenage fantasy is about to come true Gerry," Princess said. "You've turned twenty-one and you're old enough to legally fuck. Let me help you out of the tub. I want to find out if you know how to use that equipment as well as your father did."
Lynn and I were far from shy, but I think both of us were a bit shocked by what was happening. Still, I thought, let it happen. Princess helped Gerry out of the tub and it was no surprise to see he had a raging hard on. Princess embraced Gerry as they stood beside the hot tub and reached down to guide his hard cock up on her belly so they could stand close. It was at that moment that poor Gerry had the final embarrassment of his young and inexperienced evening. He started to ejaculate!
It was a tribute to the sensitivity of all of us that we controlled the laughter that almost erupted. Princess led Gerry quickly away toward the bedroom, where his fantasy would finally be fulfilled in blessed privacy. Lynn and Ann and I remained in the tub, smiling and chuckling softly.
The three of us got out of the tub, toweled off, and put on our robes. We sat at the patio table and I got a fresh bottle of Glenlivet and offered drinks but everyone declined. I had the feeling that we would at last find out what this was all about. Ann turned to Lynn and began a very serious discussion – talking as though she were stone cold sober.
"I need your advice, Lynn. It's about Gerry."
"I'll help any way I can," said Lynn. "Tell me your story."
"It all began about three months ago," Ann said. "I was living alone. Gerry and his friend Phil finished their computer training and moved back to town. They had been roommates and so, Gerry brought Phil home to stay with him and me till they got something else. We are a casual bunch of people, you know, and coming and going from the pool, and all, and well ... well, there was a lot of nudity and drinking and grass."
Lynn nodded. This was starting to make sense. "And what did that lead to?"
Ann hesitated. "Well, Ah ... it led to ... ah, what I'm asking your opinion about."
"And that is what?" Lynn asked.
"Well, maybe I better just tell you. You see, I started to screw Phil."
"Did Gerry know about that?"
"Well, Ah ... it was worse than that." Ann was obviously having a lot of difficulty telling Lynn what happened. Considering her story I could understand why.
