It was hot. Not just your regular, summertime hot, but scorch the earth, melt if you go outside hot. The central air in the house was on full blast and it was comfortable, but Lauren couldn't have been more glad they had the pool in the backyard. A few quick chores around the house and she'd reward herself with a quick dip to cool off. After all, the kids' laundry wouldn't wash itself. Mary, the oldest, was 23 and off at school, while Chris and Katie already come home on break.
Katie had thrown a load in the night before, so it just needed to be dried, folded and put away, while Chris' laundry lay strewn about his room.
"He's 20 years old, he should be doing his own laundry," she mumbled to herself as she picked up after him.
Chris and Katie were Irish twins, born just 10 months apart. While Chris is the older sibling, Katie is by far the more mature sibling, probably the effect of having an older sister to show her the way. Katie already had a summer job and was out of the house early in the morning, catching a ride to work with her father when he left. Chris was far less motivated, content with spending the first few weeks of the summer lounging about, catching up with his friends.
Before she knew it, noon had rolled around and Lauren was still waiting for the last of the laundry to finish drying. With some time to kill, she decided to relax a bit with a glass of wine. Not having much left to do, she poured herself a liberal glass and carried it upstairs to change into her bathing suit in preparation for her afternoon swim. Lauren picked up a strapless white bikini top with matching bottoms, perfect for getting some sun between dips. She stood modeling herself in front of the mirror. At 41, she still looked fantastic. She had been stunning in her youth, with the sexual appetite to match. Her golden brown locks framed a model's face with a sexy smile as the icing on the cake. She and her husband Brian had been high school sweethearts and had gotten pregnant their senior year. With the help of both their families, he had been able to go to college and join a large company while she stayed home and kept the house. She was happy in her role and used the little free time she had to keep herself in shape. Her firm, C cup breasts filled her suit nicely, and she couldn't help but run her fingertips over her flat stomach and turning to admire her firm rear.
"Still got it," she said, smiling to herself as she sipped her wine.
As she made her way down the stairs to get the last load of laundry, she heard it. The distinct sound boys make as they horseplay. When she looked out the kitchen window onto the pool, she let out a disappointed sigh, as she saw her peaceful afternoon by the poolside fade away and be replaced by the splashing rumpus of 5 boys. The usual crowd was in attendance; Tony, Jimmy, John and Pat. She filled her glass and walked off to fold the last of the laundry. After Lauren finished folding, as well as her second glass of wine, she felt a little less distraught about the boys in the backyard.
"It's my house and it's just too hot to stay inside. They're all old enough, they've seen girls in bikinis before," she said to herself. After another half-glass of wine, she was relaxed enough to venture out.
Over the years, Chris had endured quite a few comments about his "MILF" mom. He was initially bothered by all the guys oogling his mom whenever they thought she wasn't looking, but over the years, he was able to recognize that his mom was an attractive woman, and didn't look like a mother of 3 kids all nearly in their 20s. Still, even he was surprised when he turned to see his mother on the deck in her bikini. He immediately noticed how good she looked, and knew the other guys noticed too. Their in-pool basketball game came to a grinding halt.
"Hi mom," he said, breaking the silence.
"Hi Mrs. Jones.," the other guys chimed in.
"Hi boys," Lauren said, making her way out to a lounge chair near the edge of the pool, laying out a towel and settling her wine down on the little table.
"Don't mind me, I'm just going to get a little sun and take a quick dip to cool off. Go ahead, continue your game."
The game started back up again, but lacked the attention it had just moments before. It again came to a halt when Lauren moved to the ladder, lowering herself into the cool, clear water. She teetered just a bit, tipping herself off that she may have drank the last glass of wine just a little too speedily. She didn't even notice her nipples harden when she entered the water. A quick soak would remedy all that ailed her.
"Mrs. Jones?" Tony asked, stirring her from leaning against the edge, eyes closed, face in the sun.
"Yes Tony?" Lauren responded, opening her eyes to look at him.
She looked at him, one of her son's oldest friends. He certainly had grown up. His lean muscles glistened in the sunlight where droplets of water rested before gravity pulled them down his tan body. She looked around, noticing all the boys had grown into themselves and all had a muscular, handsome builds.
'I really have had too much wine,' she thought to herself.
"We were wondering if you'd like to join our game?" he asked.
"We only have 5 so we don't have even teams, you'd make an even 6, 3 on 3."
"Sure, I'll play, although I don't know how 'even' that makes it," she replied.
She didn't notice the mischievous smiles on her son's friends' faces. The ensuing game returned to its former physical level, with quite a few "accidental" touches on Lauren's breasts. She allowed her mind to justify that they were either truly accidents, or the innocent horniness of young boys. The fact that she was getting turned on by their actions didn't hurt in the least. Besides, she was in control enough to rein things in before anything went too far.
At the end of the game, Lauren decided it was time for a break. As she exited the pool, the boys asked her to play a rematch. Thinking that things had gone far enough, she declined saying she needed a break and went to refill her wine glass. She took two sips immediately after pouring to calm herself down. Her nipples were sticking straight out like pencil erasers. Just the idea of those four young boys touching her had her hot and bothered. She carried her refilled glass back out to the poolside table and slipped back into the opposite end of the pool from the boys. Not to be confused with a shy young man, Tony approached again.
"Up for that rematch Mrs. Jones?" he said with a sheepish grin.
"Still a little tuckered out from all the activity last match," Lauren responded coyly, not even believing that she was saying.
She took another gulp of wine.
"Well how about if we play something a little less physical?" he asked.
'Relentless,' she thought.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked, her interest slightly piqued.
