The Water Babies

The Water Babies

By

Promithius

Up until the summer of 2019 I always believed my parents to be happily married. That summer, after finishing my second year at college I arrived home unexpectedly, two days earlier than planned. It was early afternoon about 2 pm when I crept into the house quietly, hoping to surprise my mother. Dropping my back pack off in the hall searched for her downstairs, but mom was nowhere to be found, so assuming she was up-stairs I silently made my way up to the second floor. As I neared the top I could hear sobbing coming from my parent's bedroom. With the door slightly ajar I peaked in saw my mother, spread eagled on the bed, lying on her stomach crying her heart out.

I opened the door and called out "mom what's wrong?" It was obvious she heard my voice, but not my words, because she suddenly panicked and screamed, before turning over to see who had entered her bedroom. I rushed to her side and sat on the bed, to reassure her she was in no danger and to calm her down. She recognized me immediately and threw her arms around me, almost crushing me as she buried her face against the side of my neck. Again I asked her what's wrong and all I felt was her head shake, then, after a minute or so she said. "Please darling just give me a couple of minutes to compose myself."

Five minutes later she lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes were red from crying causing her mascara had run, forming tear tracks running down both cheeks. I didn't know who this woman was but it certainly wasn't my happy go lucky mother. I asked her again what was wrong but all I got was "nothing darling everything is fine."

"Is it dad, is he ill?"

"No it's nothing like that."

"Well what's the problem then?"

`"There's no problem everything is fine."

"No it's not fine, there is something definitely wrong, and if you won't tell me then I'll ask dad tonight, to see what he has to say about it."

Mom pulled away, eased herself off the bed and stood directly in front of me. "Rob don't you dare say anything to your father about this."

"Then I suggest you tell me what's going on, because I know there's a problem, so you had better tell me what it is."

She stood looking at me for a few seconds. I assumed she was gathering her thoughts whether she should tell me or not. She sat back down on the bed beside me. "Your father is having an affair with his secretary, this time I think it's more serious."

"What do you mean this time you think it's more serious, and how did you find out?"

"Your father has been having affairs for years, but this time I have evidence of his transgressions. You know how often he works late, well one evening about six months ago I needed to contact him, when I got through, the receptionist said that he had left for the day. Not knowing who I was she asked if she could take a message, I said that I would phone him the next day. That night he arrived home late again moaning about his time spent in the office. I phoned again about two weeks later and received the same response that he had left for the night. This time it was passed midnight when he arrived home, so I hired a private investigator and he gave me his report this morning which included photographs."

Mom burst into tears again. I put my arms around her shoulders and pulled her close, attempting to pacify her. "What are you going to do about it, are you going to divorce him?"

"I've thought about it, but what will happen to us if I do? Your father pays for everything including your college fees. I've not worked since I became pregnant with you. It's true that I do voluntary work at the hospital, but I have no skills, so who would want to employ me?"

I began to consider the implications if mom divorced dad. Our comfortable life would disappear. We currently live in a stand-alone four bedroom house, which sits on a large plot of land, with a secluded back yard with a swimming pool. As far as I know the house is in dad's name at least he bought it, therefore, it may be possible for him to throw us out, because I would definitely stay with mom. At twenty, because dad pays my college fees I could lose the remaining year. Even our credit cards are linked to dad's bank account because his account pays for our monthly purchases. It's doubtful whether he would have to pay to support me. The money I was earning from the odd jobs, was a mere pittance and could never support us or me. We couldn't even afford an attorney or pay rent for an apartment.

These were my thoughts as we sat together, me with my arm around mom, wondering if I should say something to her. "If you do divorce him I'm coming with you. Thinking the worst, I don't know how we will manage or what, if anything, will go in our favor, but I can leave college and start work and perhaps you could get a job waitressing or something like that, so at least we could rent an apartment somewhere. Knowing dad as I do I think we would have to fight for everything."

Dad's got a good job he is the engineering manager in a large company and I know he's not liked very much. I've heard the way he talks to his employees, and I certainly wouldn't like him talking to me like that.

Mom kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you darling I'll think it over and let you know my decision. But why are you home early I thought you were spending a couple of days with Lucy?"

"Lucy broke up with me, she was becoming more serious and wanted to take our relationship to the next level. She felt that I wasn't committed to her, which I wasn't, so we broke up, it's ok I'm not sorry it happened."

"Oh I'm sorry but at least it brought you home to me earlier. Now you go and put your things away while I go and start dinner. "

Dad was home late again that night still moaning about his work load. I don't know what their relationship is like when I'm at college, but in my presence I would never have guessed that there was a marital problem between them.

The following morning mom was going shopping, and was on her way out as I made my way down the stairs, wearing my speedos, to resume my morning training. I noticed mom's eyes looking me up and down checking my body out, mainly on that part of my anatomy below the waist.

When it comes to swimming I have to tell you I'm pretty good, having being one of the main stays in all my schools and currently my college swim teams. However I was trained by mom from a very early age who was a fantastic swimmer and took part in the national trials, but never quite made the national team. Mom showed me photographs of a skinny shapeless young girl, around fifteen sixteen when she was at her swimming peak. It wasn't until she married and became pregnant with me that all the bumps and lumps developed in all the right places, and boy how they developed. Even now, with my superior strength and daily training schedule, and the fact that mom hardly ever swims, but if she gets serious and we have a race in the pool, I can never catch her as her relaxed arm movement propels her through the water like a dolphin.

It was some two weeks later that dad announced that his company was sending him to Sao Paulo in Brazil for a week on business to sort out some problem they were having, and he would be leaving Friday morning. I certainly wasn't bothered about him being away in fact, I was looking forward to spending time with mom without having to be careful about what I said in his presence. For me mom has always been beautiful and definitely looking younger than her actual years, more like an older sister. I had plans, and after mom and I had said our goodbyes to him that Friday morning I put my plans into operation.

"Mom if I book a table at a restaurant for tomorrow night, would you have dinner with me?"

"Do you mean like a date?"

"Yes if you want to look it like that, exactly, like a date."

She moved closer to me, put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "Darling I would love to have dinner with you."

Most of that Saturday afternoon I never saw mom, as she went to have her hair done. Saturday evening I wore my light grey suit with a pink shirt trying to look grown up and mature as possible. Mom, when she finally appeared looked stunning. Her long blond hair was draped over one shoulder of a darkish blue silk, figure hugging dress with a deep 'V' neckline showing off a fair amount of cleavage, along with short sleeves and a pleated skirt, terminating an inch or so below the knee.

We had already agreed that we should drive to the restaurant in style in dad's Mercedes, rather than take mom's station wagon or my Mini Cooper. The restaurant I selected was some distance away and it was a good hour's drive. It was quite a romantic setting, separate secluded booths, subdued lighting and light background music, that is until the live band arrived. The meal was first class, mom eventually ended up drinking two glasses of wine, while I was drinking only soft drinks, firstly because I am under age, although that doesn't normally matter, but mainly because I was driving.

The restaurant had a small dance floor and when the band turned up and started to play all the old classics, mom, when the dance floor was reasonably crowded, asked if I would dance with her. Our time on the dance floor didn't last long, what with the feel of her dress, her perfumed hair and the pressure of her breasts on my chest it was no wonder I became aroused. It was obvious mom was aware of my predicament and after dancing to our third tune, mom looked at me and said. "I think we had better go back to the table."

The restaurant's closing time was approaching and I was positive that mom left me sitting there as long as possible allowing me time to calm down, before she said "I'm ready to go, when you are." I knew what she meant, and by that time I had calmed down. After paying the check, with my credit card, of course, we left. We drove home in almost total silence with just a few occasional words being spoken. When we arrived home mom said she was going to bed, thanked me for a wonderful evening, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

At the time I thought the hug lasted a little longer than usual and again her breasts were pressed into my chest. I began to think she was sending me all sorts of sexual messages until I realized that every time she hugs me she can't help but press her breasts against me. Slowly I began to realize that my feelings for my mother were more than a mother son relationship. It was at that point I no longer viewed my mother as a maternal figure, more of a sexual challenge. There was nothing in her circumstances to say that I shouldn't pursue her, we were both now under the impression that she was husbandless.

Sunday there was little said between us, the atmosphere was electric, the tension unbelievable, mainly caused by mother. I began to wonder what she was thinking, was she looking for some kind of romance from me and should I consider taking the situation between us further. I started to think that I might be reading more into this than there actually was. But if I don't try how will I know what she is feeling, or her intentions. Over the last few years I have surreptitiously continued to check out my mother's body, but now I intend to be open about it and let her know that I'm looking at her breasts and ass, in fact when the opportunity arises I intend to brush up against her to find her reaction.

On Monday she was in the kitchen cooking dinner, and as I walked past her I brushed the back of my hand across her ass.

"Do you mind?" She said.

"Do I mind what?"

"You know very well what."

"No I don't, tell me what I've done."

"Never mind." Then mom continued with dinner preparations.

Tuesday I phoned my father's company on the pretext I was a subcontractor who wished to talk with him. I was told he was on vacation, so I asked to be put through to his secretary and was told she was also on vacation. When I asked when he was due to return, was told that he was away for two weeks. I thanked the receptionist for her courtesy and said I will phone back in two weeks. Now I had to find some way to break the news to mom.

I waited until the evening and for her to settle down after having made herself comfortable on the sofa. I sat down beside her and took her hand. "Mom I have something to tell you. I phoned dad's company today to find out exactly what was going on, and the receptionist said he was on vacation, not for a week but for two weeks. I asked to be put through to his secretary and was told she also is on vacation. Whether they are together I couldn't say, but it does seem suspicious."

I could see the tears welling up in mom's eyes, when she confirmed that dad was having the affair with his secretary.

I continued. "Dad told us he would only be away for a week, but if he is on vacation for two weeks I can only see two alternatives. One, he will come home after a week and spend a week with us, or two, he will phone you and say there's been a problem and he has to extend his stay."

Tears were already rolling down her cheeks as I put my arms around her shoulders in an attempt to console her. As her distress became more evident I cradled her in my arms and rocked back and forth for several minutes, as a mother would rock her baby. Mom put an arm around me and buried her face in my neck. Slowly mom became more composed but remained in my arms turning her face to look at me.

I looked down and saw her staring up at me, her eyes locked on mine, seemingly pleading to be kissed as she wiped her tongue across her slightly parted voluptuous red lips, purposely to moisten them as a challenge for me to kiss her. Bending forward as our lips made contact, her tongue slipped sensually into my mouth. An arm wrapped around my neck forcing our lips together. I followed mom as she raised her legs onto the sofa and stretched out with me lying alongside and leaning slightly over her. As we parted after that first kiss mom ran her tongue over her top and bottom lips and immediately pulled me back down to continue our romantic interlude.

Our romantic session was being carried out in silence, neither of us prepared to say anything in case we broke the spell. For ten minutes or so we continued to kiss causing both of us to become aroused. I was pressing and rubbing myself up against her and I felt certain mom was responding in a similar fashion. As we kissed I slipped a hand over mom's breast and waited for a reaction, the only response was a low moan as I eventually plucked up courage to give her breast a light squeeze. Eventually I pushed mom to her limits as I began to undo the top button of her blouse, she stopped me saying "we shouldn't be doing this." I knew I had gone too far to soon when she asked me to move, before telling me she was going to bed, and asked me to lock up.

I was awake most of the night thinking about her, and how she had been receptive to my advances, and wondering what would have happened if I played my cards differently. But one thing was certain mom was now very aware that I had sexual feelings for her.

When I awoke the following morning, that would be Wednesday, I could smell bacon cooking. I got up put a robe on and wandered down stairs. Mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Sit down breakfast is ready." She was dressed as if she was going out. "Where are you off to?"

"Shopping, I'm just going shopping. What are your plans for today?"

"Nothing really, this morning I'll have a session in the pool, but I have nothing planned for this afternoon."

"You should wait a couple of hours after breakfast before going into the pool. You could always sit in a lounger and catch some sun, but put plenty of cream on because they predict a hot one, with temperatures around the hundred mark."

Apart from that there was very little spoken between us and certainly no mention of yesterday's romantic interlude. After breakfast mom went off shopping while I went up to change into my speedos. I relaxed on one of the patio loungers for a couple of hours soaking up the sun, before entering the pool to cool off. My session consisted of swimming thirty lengths at pace before I decided to slow down and challenge myself to see how far I could swim underwater. After completing two lengths of the pool underwater, with only one breath taken at the end of the first length, I was back at the deep end. I say deep end but it's only six feet deep, but deep enough so the majority of people can't stand on the bottom without drowning.

I was hanging on the side resting, when I saw mom come out of the house and make her way towards the pool. She was wearing a fairly skimpy bikini, which covered her most important areas, just. As she made her way towards me I could see the tail end of the ties which secured it to her body including the halter neck. One tug on a tie and the garment would simply fall away. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? Well I have never seen mom wear a two piece, let alone something quite as revealing as this. She normally wears a one piece similar to that she used to race in.

As she made her way down the steps into the water, I was fascinated by the movement of her breasts as they bounced around. She entered the water and continued to make her way towards me only stopping when the water had reached the underside of her breasts. I swam towards her until I was about five feet away, at which point I was able to stand. Not a word was spoken as we stood looking at each other with me wondering just how far our relationship would progress. Moving closer, to within a couple of feet gave me views of her body and particularly her breasts that I had never seen before. In particular the effect her nipples were having on the material of her bikini top, creating these fairly large protrusions, larger than could be expected for what I would consider as normal size nipples.

Mom took a step towards me, hesitated then took another step bringing her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down planting a passionate kiss on my lips. While we kissed I placed my arms around her and pulled her tight against me. After that first kiss I maneuvered mom through the water until she was backed up against the pool wall. With my leg in between hers and her leg between mine, by deliberately pressing hard and rubbing myself up against her, my intentions were made clear.

She smiled, then drew me in for another kiss, which convinced me that she would accept me as a future sexual partner. Slipping my hand behind her back I loosened the tie of her bikini freeing her breasts. With my other hand I loosened the halter tie behind her neck allowing the top half of her bikini to sink to the bottom of the pool. Having taken a pace backwards so that I could admire her breasts, mom place her hands beneath them, then lifted them in her cupped hands, giving me the perfect view. Her nipples were surprisingly large about as round as my thumb and approximately third the length. Her breasts and nipples were quite something, I was looking forward to investigating them further.

Mom removed her hands as I reached out to cradle her breasts. It was surprising just how heavy they were, but since her breasts were larger than any of my other previous girlfriends, I suppose I shouldn't have been that surprised. Moving closer gave me the opportunity to squeeze her breasts, they felt wonderfully soft. When I squeezed her nipples they were hard and rough, like rocks. Mom drew my face close to hers and we resumed kissing. After several minutes with her arms fully wrapped around me, mom slipped her tongue into my mouth. This encouraged me to slip my hand inside the bottom half of her bikini and run a finger up and down in the entrance to her vagina. Mom gave her approval of my action by moaning into my mouth then when we broke the kiss, said.