The first time I saw my mother in a bikini, I actually got an erection.
I had always known she was a good looking woman but...
Her bleached blond hair hung down below her shoulders and she usually wore it pulled back in a ponytail. She had a pretty face with blue eyes, a small nose and moist, full lips.
Her breasts were large, full and heavy. She had a thick waist and wide, rounded hips, a large, sexy ass and long, shapely legs.
My mother was seventeen when I was born so she was younger than my friends' mothers. I was nineteen when all this happened so my mother was only thirty-six. She looked and acted even younger.
My mother had three tattoos. There was a rose on her left ankle, a butterfly on her right hip and a tribal design on the small of her back. She loved rock and roll music. The kitchen radio was always on and my mother loved to dance as she worked. My mother was smart and funny and fun to be around.
My buddies thought she was hot and even though I knew she was, I never thought of her that way. She was my mom.
Until I saw her wearing that red, string bikini.
The top consisted of two tri-angles, held up and on by spaghetti cords that tied in bows behind her back and neck. The red material that covered her breasts did nothing to hide their true size and shape. Covered by just the tri-angles of red cloth, her breasts appeared even larger than they did when she was dressed. The bottom of her bikini hid the slit of her pussy and the crack of her ass but left most of the plump butt cheeks exposed.
As she lie on the chaise lounge, on the deck behind our house, I could not stop staring at her breasts, her hips, her legs.
At that point in my life, I was ready, able and eager to fuck every female who was willing. I was tall, muscular and good looking. I didn't have much trouble getting girls in bed. During my last three years of high school and my first year of college, I had sex with about ten different girls, including my sister. Now I was thinking about screwing my own mother.
"Does my wearing this bikini bother you, Matt?" my mother asked.
"No, of course not," I lied.
"I usually wear this to sunbathe only when I'm alone because I know how revealing it is," my mother told me, "but I figured you were old enough not to be shocked by seeing your mother's body."
"I'm not shocked," I assured her. I didn't tell her how turned I was. "I just never realized how beautiful you are."
"Thank you, Matt," she said. "I don't believe you but thank you, anyway."
Twenty minutes later, mom went back in the house. Ten minutes after that, my erection finally subsided. That night, and the next night, the memory of my mother, wearing that red bikini, floated through my mind as I jerked off.
On Monday afternoon, I was watching the baseball on television. I didn't have to work that day and I wasn't planning on going anywhere so I was wearing knee length, baggy shorts and a white T-shirt. I had not gone out further than the sun deck, so I was not wearing shoes or socks.
My father, as usual, was out of town on business. He had a great job and made a ton of money but he was gone more than he was home. My mother worked in the billing department at the local hospital. She would be home around five.
Michelle came into the living room and sat down beside me. "Hey, Matt. What's happening?" she asked.
"Not much," I told her, "How are you doing?"
"Who's winning?" she asked.
"They are," I told her, "Three-zip."
My sister and I had always been close. She was eighteen, just eleven months younger than me. I don't know if it was because we were almost the same age or because our personalities were so similar but whatever it was, we grew up more like friends than siblings. Even after she decided, just before I left home for college, that we shouldn't have sex anymore, Michelle and I remained friends.
Michelle was five-five and had dark, almost black hair that hung half way down her back. Her oval shaped face was pretty, green eyes, straight nose and full lips, and her body was gorgeous.
She was wearing a green belly shirt, that showed off her full, round tits, and low rise, cut-off Levis, that showed off her flat stomach..
"Did you see mom's bikini?" she asked.
"She was wearing it when she came out on the deck yesterday and my eyes almost popped out of my head," I told her.
"Its really hot, isn't it?" Michelle said.
