As I stated in the first chapter this story contains ridiculous body part sizes and is not to be taken seriously. If preposterous proportions offend your sensibilities then please DON'T read any further. For those that do, I hope you just have fun with it.
The next day was Saturday and I dreaded going downstairs. Both Mom and Dad would be home. Hiding out in my room really wasn't an option unfortunately. It would only raise suspicions from both my parents, so reluctantly at nine o'clock I grew a set and ventured into the unknown, well aware of my own mortality.
Dad was the only one around as I made my way to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. Dressed in his golfing getup he was calmly sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee. I began to relax a little. I almost shit my pants when he suddenly folded the paper and told me to join him. Just because he's a banker don't think for one minute that I wasn't going to do what he wanted. Before yours truly was born he used to be a member of Uncle Sam's special forces, and I knew for a fact that he still kept himself in very decent shape. I sat down and nervously began spooning cereal into my dry mouth.
"Now that you're out of school," he began in that deep baritone voice of his, "Have you thought about your future?"
Was he going to give me the ole, "You can either go to college or into the army," speech again? I sat there and waited to find out.
"Our personnel director at the bank thinks you would be a good candidate for the internship program we just started," he said.
"You guys have an internship program now?"
"Just started it. You could be one of the first to use it," he answered, a little pride slipping into his voice.
"I don't know Dad. When would I have to let you know?"
"It doesn't kick in until the fall, after school starts back up. So you will have plenty of time to screw around before then," he told me.
Screw around? Did he know more than I gave him credit for, or was that just his way of saying enjoy the rest of the summer, because come fall you're going to be doing something, or else?
"Mrs. Babcock thinks you would be perfect. You remember her don't you? Lives two streets over on Maple."
Was Dad fucking with me, or what? Mrs. Babcock? Sure I remember her. Brunette, widowed, about forty years old, slim with a nice rack. Sure, I know who she is, I'm supposed to start doing her yard work next weekend. My dick jumped for joy in the baggy swim trunks I had thrown on.
"Sounds like something worth checking into," I said, hoping he wouldn't think I was just trying to placate him.
"Glad to hear that son."
"Where's Mom and Julie," I asked curious, but also wanting to change the subject.
"Believe it or not your Mother has decided it's time to update her swimwear. She took Julie to help her pick out something a little more modern than that old one-piece she always wears," he chuckled.
My mind reeled with this revelation. Something modern? And she took Julie to help her pick it out? Holy shit! If Mom starts prancing around by the pool in a butt thong bottom and tiny patches of fabric barely covering her nipples, then I would have to spend all the time she's home locked in my room. My cock jumped once more.
Now don't get me wrong, but until last night I have never even thought about having sex with my own family. Sure, they're good looking and have killer bods, but that was as far as my mind had ventured until Julie opened my eyes to what was around me. It's not like I wasn't getting laid, but the sheer taboo of banging my sister had made me have the most intense orgasm I've ever enjoyed. Out of the blue my mind wondered what kind of orgasm I would have if I nailed mom. That's messed up dude I silently reprimanded myself. My cock jumped anyway.
"Well I'm off for 18 holes with the guys," Dad said getting up and stretching his six-foot frame.
"Have a good time Dad," I remarked, my mind far away.
"Thanks son. And Tucker, the pool needs to be skimmed," he threw in.
Finished with my breakfast, marching orders in hand, I headed out back. It took almost an hour to skim the floaties from the water, and as I was putting things away Mr. Crenshaw called out to me from the other side of the fence. Turning, I saw him peering over, just barely. The first thought that ran through my mind was how short he was, and a flood of other thoughts followed that, none of them pleasant. Did he find out about yesterday? Had Dottie been unable to clean the slug trail from the recliner? Did she grow remorseful and blab? So many possibilities tortured my young mind as I sidled up to the fence and said hello.
"Dot wanted me to thank you for your help yesterday. She also said she forgot to pay you," he said handing me three twenty dollar bills over the fence.
"I don't need to be paid for helping," I squeaked.
"Nonsense, besides I'm sure she will need your help again soon," he said, then with a leering grin and a wink he left me standing there totally confused.
With the pool cleaned I felt it only right that I be the first to dive in. A few laps in the cool water did help relax my nerves a little, by the time I climbed out I felt pretty good about myself. Stretched out on one of the chaise lounges by the pool I took in the warming heat of the June sun and must have dozed off. The next thing I know I hear the pitter-patter of bare feet slapping on the concrete deck surrounding the pool. Opening my eyes to slits I saw Julie running my way. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. Even with the light pink bra, clearly visible under her blouse, her boobs bounced delightfully as she rushed to where I was. Swatting my feet off the end of the lounger she straddled it facing me, her short skirt hiking way up her thighs.
"Tucker listen, Mom will be here in a minute so we have to act normal," she sounded rushed.
Awkwardly I raised the back of the lounger until I was able to lean back in a sitting position. Naturally the first place my eyes traveled to was the vee between her wide spread legs. I was a little disappointed when I saw that her snatch was completely covered by a pair of white cotton panties.
"How are we supposed act," I asked.
"You know. I call you names, you make snide remarks, things like that."
"Got ya. Mom get a new suit?"
"Oh yeah! You're gonna bust a nut when you see her in it too," Julie snickered.
Mom chose that moment to make her appearance. My jaw almost hit the ground as I watched in stunned silence as Mom sauntered toward us. Julie wasn't right; I only came close to busting a nut. Very close. Mom's suit was snow white and contrasted nicely with the tan on her legs and shoulders. Unfortunately, since she had only worn a one-piece before, her back and stomach were almost as white as her suit. The suit definitely wasn't a butt-thong one, but was never the less quite skimpy. The thought of locking myself in my room for the rest of the summer flirted in the back of my brain.
"Turn around Mom, give Tucker the whole effect," Julie encouraged.
"Oh pooh. Tucker doesn't want to see his old Mother in a skimpy bikini," Mom giggled uncertainly.
"Yeah I do. Model it for us," I damn near begged. Hormones know no bounds.
Mom did something that blew me away. Dropping the towel she was carrying and putting one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, she struck a pose as if she were being photographed for a racy men's magazine. The top of the suit had a narrow cloth band that went under her breasts and hooked in the back. The two triangles of material that did nothing, other than hide her nipples from prying eyes, tied at the neck with tiny strings. The bottoms tied at her hips and the front dipped well below her navel covering what I saw was a prominent mound. When she slowly turned her back to us the blood rushed to my cock like a tsunami. The triangular flap that covered her ass left very little to the imagination. Most of her buns hung out the sides and we could see the whiteness that had been covered in her old suit. I noticed her ass was a little softer looking than Julie's, and she was a tad bit wider at the hips, but all in all I concluded that my Mother was a goddess. When she turned back to us and bent down for her towel, her boobs hung down and swayed hypnotically. An involuntary groan that was heard by Julie escaped my lips.
"You like what you see little brother," Julie leaned in and whispered in my ear.
All I was capable of doing was nodding my head up and down like a bobble-head doll. Mom spread her towel on the chaise next to mine and noticed how Julie was sitting.
"Honey, that's not very lady-like," she admonished her before lying on her stomach.
Julie glanced down and saw how exposed she was, and when she looked back up saw that I had shifted my gaze from Mom and was now focused on her white panty covered crotch. A sly smile spread across her pouty lips. Seeing that Mom had her eyes closed she darted her hand up the leg opening of my trunks and gently pinched the pre-cum slickened head of my cock. Mischief danced in her eyes as she stood up.
"Can I use your car Mom," she asked, then added, "I promised Marge I would have lunch with her."
"Could you rub me down with sun screen first," Mom asked.
"But Mom, I just had my nails done. You don't want me to ruin them do you?"
"Oh sweetie, please. Look at me, I'll look like a lobster in no time without lotion," Mom implored her.
"Can't the creep here do it? I'm sure he's had experience putting lotion on something," Julie said.
