Tucer's Summer: the Bbq and More

More preposterous proportions to while away some of your day.

Have you ever woken up and instinctively known that something just wasn't right? That's how I felt when the persistent calling of my name drifted in through my open bedroom window. The first thing that registered was that it was my Dad calling my name. The second and third things were the fact that I don't recall shutting my door when I'd lain down for my nap, and lastly, my cock hadn't been hanging out of my sweats. But the door WAS closed, and my flaccid penis WAS hanging over the waistband of my sweats. My pants had been pulled down on my hips enough that my balls were barely in them. Could I have done it? Had I been playing with myself in my sleep? Or, and I found this more likely, had I been touching myself while dreaming about what had happened at the Macintyre's? Yeah, that was probably it I told myself as I groggily went to the window.

"Hey sleepyhead, you going to join us," Dad asked when he saw my head poking out.

"Be down in a minute Dad. Just want to take a quick shower first," I let him know, and then backed away before he could say anything else.

While I had been talking with Dad I saw Mom lazing back on one of the loungers. She was wearing her old swimsuit; score one for team Tucker I mused. I also saw Julie helping with the burgers and unfortunately, her childhood friend Maggie O'Malley was here too. Maggie O'Malley is a green-eyed, red-haired spitfire who thought her shit didn't stink. I've used the bathroom after she has and I'm here to tell you; it sure as hell does. Her and I have never gotten along and I doubted if we ever would. I jumped into the shower then put on my swim trunks, a tank top, and headed to the pool area dreading the rest of today.

Dad and Julie were busy flipping burgers when I got there and Maggie was standing idly behind them watching me as I approached. She was wearing cut-off jeans that were so tight it looked like they were being eaten by her ass. The dark brown t-shirt she had on revealed nothing other than the handful sized lumps on her chest. Her shoulder blade length hair was in a ponytail and the paleness of her alabaster skin was almost blinding in the afternoon sun. She smiled warmly as I walked past.

"Hi Tucker," she sang out, scaring me that she had actually acknowledged my presence.

"Hi Mags," I said knowing she hated it when I called her that.

For some reason she didn't come unglued on me, she just smiled some more and turned her attention to the grill. I went over and sat on the ground next to Mom wondering what was up with Maggie.

"Decided not to wear your new suit I see," I said to Mom.

"I don't want your Dad to see it until I get a little color on my back and stomach," she told me.

"You still look fantastic in it Mom, even if I have to wear shades to look at you," I teased her.

"Just for that smarty pants, you are assigned lotion duty until I'm evenly tanned," she shot back chuckling sweetly.

"Are we talking just tanned, or a bronzed goddess," I asked smiling widely.

"On second thought, maybe having you as lotion boy isn't such a good idea," she quickly said.

"But why not," I faked a whine.

Looking directly at me she said, "You have impulses."

"Who wouldn't have impulses around you and Julie?"

"What are you saying Tucker," the conversation suddenly getting more serious than I wanted.

"I'm just saying that you and Julie are really pretty, is all," I answered.

"You think your sister and I are pretty," Mom inquired.

"Well...Julie's pretty, but you're gorgeous Mom," I hoped a compliment would end this talk.

"How come you say Julie is pretty, but I'm gorgeous. We look enough alike to be twins," Mom persisted.

"That's true. It's just that Julie is Julie, and, uh, you are more woman than she will ever be," my voice cracked.

"I see," she said, probably not having a clue as to what I was saying, since I didn't either.

"So if I promise to watch my impulses, can I still be the lotion boy," I asked, hoping my eagerness wasn't too apparent.

"Since you promised, then I guess so. We'll get started on it in two weeks," Mom replied, then put on her sunglasses and relaxed.

"Why two weeks, why not tomorrow?"

"Because they're renovating parts of the library then, so I'll have a week off when they start," she casually replied.

"Cool. We'll have you tanned in no time," I said, all kinds of happiness spreading down to my groin.

Dad prided himself on how good his burgers were, but today they were overcooked and dry. I surmised that it was probably due to the amount of attention he had paid to Julie's thong covered ass, instead of watching the meat on the grill. I could be wrong about that, but since I had been ogling her firm bouncy butt myself, I was sure that was the reason. This was the first year my parents had allowed her to wear such a skimpy suit, something that had surprised me to no end. As I watched Maggie and her playing tag, Julie's huge bouncing boobs barely contained in the swimsuits top, I was thrilled that they had. Judging by the way Dad stared, I'm sure he was too.

"How about a game of chicken wrestling," Dad called out after our food had settled.

"What's chicken wrestling," Maggie wanted to know.

"Oh, I know. It's were you get on someone's shoulders in the pool and try to knock each other off," Julie chimed in.

"That's right sweetie," Dad said.

"I can't play, pool water dries out my hair and I didn't bring a suit," Maggie stated.

"Just wear your bra and panties, it'll be fun," Julie told her. I was all for it.

"I don't think so," Maggie replied, then whispered something in Julie's ear.

"She's not wearing any panties," Julie pissed Maggie off by saying.

"Just wear what you have on," Dad encouraged her.

"Please Maggie. We need at least four people to play," Julie begged her friend.

"Sorry," Maggie said with a determined look on her face.

"How about you dear," Dad asked looking at Mom.

"Oh honey, I really don't think so," Mom giggled.

"Pretty please Mom, I want to play," Julie said going over and pulling on Mom's hands.

"Maybe for a few minutes," Mom relented, knowing Julie wouldn't give up easily.

"Great. Julie and I will be partners," Dad blurted out, the eagerness in his voice evident to everyone, especially to Mom.

"Fine. Tucker and I will kick your asses," Mom said, grabbing me roughly by the arm and pulling me into the deep end of the pool with her.

My feet hit the bottom of the pool and I pushed upwards toward the surface. With my eyes opened underwater I saw Mom spread her legs and scissor kick to the surface also. Her suits crotch had shifted on one side and was digging into her cleft, fully exposing one of the puffy outer lips of her pussy. More happiness drifted downward puffing my penis up a little more than I wanted. When we had all gathered in chest deep water Dad told Julie to spread her legs enough for him to get his head through. Giggling like a schoolgirl she did. Dad ducked down, poked his head between her thighs and lifted her up on his shoulders. Once he was standing Julie wrapped her arms around his forehead and placed the tops of her feet against his back for leverage. The bottoms of her tits rested on the top of Dad's head.

"You ready for me Mom," I asked, seeing a little uncertainty in her eyes as she nodded yes.

Getting behind her I dropped below the surface and aimed my head between her legs like Dad had done. Right before my head went between her thighs I noticed she hadn't adjusted her suit, Ms. Puffy pressed softly against the back of my neck as I lifted Mom up. The feel of Mom's boobs resting on my head and the touch of her bare cunt lip on my neck didn't help when it came time to maneuver. Too much happiness had flowed like a tidal surge down to my dick, giving me a first rate hard-on.

Hanging on to Mom's thighs I angled us in until we were close enough for Mom and Julie to push and pull at each other. Our strategy was to circle and lunge. It worked great at first; Mom was able to yank Julie enough to the side that she fell off Dad's shoulders in a matter of minutes. When she got back on they used our tactics against us, luring us in then turning so they were at our side and pulling Mom off before I could counter their move. Mom wasted no time in climbing back on and proclaiming she was ready to whip butt. You tell em Mom I thought as I felt her puffy bare skin on me, and what felt like a tiny bump that was growing rub against the nape of my neck.

On our next attack Mom somehow got her fingers caught on the strings that tied Julie's top together and undid them. Her breasts sprang free and bounced on Dad's head a few seconds before Julie squealed with laughter and feebly tried to hide them behind her hands. Seeing that Julie wasn't hanging on, Mom took a cheap shot and pushed her off into the water. Sputtering a bit when she surfaced, her tits bobbing in the open, she casually waded over to where Dad stood wide-eyed and smiling.

"Can you tie me back up Daddy," she asked in a little girl's voice, her nipples rock hard and pointing right at him.

"Sure baby, turn around," he replied, his fingers trembling slightly as he retied the straps.

Watching and waiting I felt an almost imperceptible movement where Mom's mound pressed into my neck. It was as if she was pushing harder against me and the tiny nub had gotten bigger. Without thinking I began to bounce her gently up and down on my shoulders causing her mound to bump harder against the back of my neck. The pressure from her legs on my sides increased, and what I was now positive was her clit became larger and stiffer. Her thighs trembled slightly and a low moan escaped just as we entered another round of battle.

Mom and I lost three out of five by the time everyone agreed to call it a game. I trailed behind as we went to the pools steps and Julie climbed out first, Dad's face almost in her ass as she did. After he was out Mom climbed up, my eyes glued to her butt. Stopping at the top she slide a finger in the leg hole of her suit to pull the fabric back over her outer pussy lip. Through sheer will power I was able to prevent more happiness from reaching my groin when Mom's erect clitoris was exposed as she pulled the material over her cunt. It was big and juicy looking; I knew there was going to be some pud pulling in the shower tonight.

Mom and I went over and stretched out on loungers while Maggie and Julie helped Dad put the burger makings away in the house. Dad's hand hovered low on Julie's back, almost touching one of her cheeks, as they headed toward the house with their arm around each other. I couldn't tell if Mom saw or not, her big round sunglasses prevented me from seeing her eyes. Dad came back shortly, stretched out on the last remaining lounger and said that the girls were taking showers. The spare bedroom upstairs overlooks this side of the house just like mine does. Thirty or so minutes later Julie poked her head out that rooms window and let us know the showers were available. Dad got up and went inside, saying he was next.

"We'll get em next time Mom," I told her when we were alone.

"Huh? I'm sorry Tucker, my mind was a mile away," she said turning her head lazily to look at me.

"Good thoughts I hope."

"Mmmm," she replied with a small smile.

At eight o'clock I went up and took a shower putting on just my pajama bottoms when I was through. I had decided to hold off on the pud pulling for later since Maggie and Julie were upstairs too. I was coming out of my room, headed for some mindless entertainment on the idiot box, when Julie emerged from the bathroom. She had on her pink nightshirt and beckoned for me to wait for her.

"Can Maggie wear one of your sports jerseys, she forgot to bring sleepwear," Julie asked nicely.

"I guess," I said feeling unusually generous.

"Thanks bro," already going in my room and grabbing my Raiders shirt from my closet.

"Anything else you need," I asked with a leering glance at her chest.

"What do you have in mind," she asked, letting her hand reach out and cup my crotch. I just smiled.

"Later," she whispered, then disappeared into her bedroom.

I was expecting my parents to be in their usual places, but when I got downstairs Dad was at the dinning table setting up a board game, Mom was sitting on the couch watching TV. I joined Mom and settled in, glancing out the corner of my eye to see what she had on. I was pleasantly surprised to see she was wearing a nightshirt just like Julie's; the only difference was this one was pale blue in color. I could see the points of her nipples pressing through the material, and with her feet neatly tucked under her bottom the hem rode up to the middle of her thighs. Oh happy day, my groin rejoiced in song. Down boy, my mind commanded the inflating member between my legs. My mind was only semi-successful in taming the beast. Mom caught me sneaking peeks at her legs and gave me a sly smile while pulling the hem of the nightshirt down at the same time. It didn't do her any good, the shirt returned to where it had been as soon as her hand stopped tugging on it.

"What ya watching Mom," I asked, hoping to take her mind off the shirt's hem.

"Re-runs of that beach show about lifeguards," she answered, her hands idle in her lap.

I knew what show it was because it was one of my favorites, but just to mess with Mom I asked, "Is this the show where the girl lifeguards thingies almost knock them out when they run?"

Softly laughing she said, "Yes Tucker, their "thingies" do bounce quite a bit."

"Cool. I love this show," I remarked.

"Boys. You all have a one track mind," she said feigning exasperation.

Our bantering was interrupted by the sound of Julie and Maggie bounding down the stairs giggling loudly. Turning to look I was just in time to see Julie's tits bounce up and almost smack her in the chin. Maggie didn't have enough tits to even bounce visibly under my oversized jersey. It fit her like a too large dress, going past her knees and swallowing her upper body in silver and black fabric. Her hands were just able to reach out of the sleeves. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, without Julie knocking herself out, they rushed to the table and began to help Dad with the game. It wasn't long before the sound of dice being rolled could be heard.

"What are you guys playing," I shouted at them.

"We're playing Sorry," Maggie answered, turning in her chair to give me goo-goo eyes.

To fuck with her I said, "I know you're playing, but WHAT are you playing?"

"We're play Sorry," she shot back.

"You don't have to apologize. Just tell me what you're playing Mags," I said trying not to laugh.

"Behave Tucker," Mom softly chastised me as Maggie's eyes flashed daggers of hatred my way.

Twenty minutes later I was pissed at myself. Mom had untucked her feet and stretched her legs out in front of her, and I had missed the chance to look up her nightshirt because my eyes were glued to the bouncing boobs on TV. Minus one point for Team Tucker I mentally grumbled. A few minutes went by and I saw an opportunity to redeem the lost point. Mom had been flexing her toes and rotating her ankles as if her feet were hurting. Sliding slightly over in her direction I leaned back on the couch and patted my lap.

"Want a foot rub Mom," I asked, something I'd done for her on rare occasions in the past.

"That sounds like a great idea. Thanks Tucker," she answered, turning her back to the arm of the couch.

I had scooted over only enough to where if she wanted to put her feet in my lap, she had to scoot her body down on the arm of the couch for them to reach. To my complete surprise, and joy, she did exactly that. The nightshirt's hem rode up, and instead of lifting both feet from the floor to my lap at once; she chose to do one at a time. Her legs parted as the first foot made its way to my lap, giving me my very first unobstructed view of her panty-less pussy before the other foot joined the first. It was the briefest of moments, but long enough for me to see her brown pubic hair, the thin lips of her inner labia, and the tip of her clit peeking from its hood at the top of her slit. It was enough of a look to cause the perverted demons in my head to scream out HALLELUJAH! Fifty points were added to Team Tucker's scoreboard.

Before I could get started with her foot rub she raised her butt up and pulled the hem down toward her knees, causing an inward "aaaaw" from me. The thrill of touching Mom, even if it was only her feet, was overwhelming to my senses. My trouser snake was running down my pant leg toward my knee in no time flat. I gave her the deluxe rub, from the heels of her feet to the tips of her toes; there wasn't any part of her feet that I didn't run my fingers over. Her groans of joy were music to my ears making me prolong the massage for over twenty minutes. Not wanting to arouse her suspicions I purposely kept my eyes on her feet. I needn't have worried though. When the urge to look overrode any common sense I possessed, I let my eyes travel up her legs, over the soft flatness of her tummy and past her chest to her face. Her eyes were closed. Wasting no time I let my eyes travel back down to Mom's chest. The nightshirt was stretched tightly over the fabulous globes of her huge tits; the nipples poking through the fabric were clearly longer and stiffer than they had been earlier. Mom opened her eyes to slits and stared at me as I fought a battle to keep from drooling all over her feet.

"That was relaxing Tucker," Mom softly said as she swung her feet to the floor, careful not to give me another shot of her pussy.

"Anytime my fair lady," I said, trying to hide the rigid rod bulging my pajama bottoms.

"Time for this fair lady to hit the hay," she said, before standing and bending over and kissing me on the cheek.

With goodnights thrown toward the dinning table Mom headed to her bedroom, my eyes glued to her swaying ass the whole way. To pull the pud, or not to pull the pud, that was the question bouncing around my brain before loud giggling interrupted my train of thought. To hell with it I thought; I'd store this batch of jizz brewing in my balls for another time. Telling everyone goodnight I went to my room, opened the window for fresh air and after stripping crawled into bed. With just a sheet covering me from the waist down, my hands behind my head, I lay there remembering the brief flash I'd had of Mom's furry twat. Light from a full moon lit up the room enough to see clearly as I drifted off.

I was still on my back with my hands behind my head when muffled voices outside my door woke me up. It sounded like Julie and Maggie. Glancing at my bedside clock I saw that it was one-fifteen in the morning. Slowly my door began to open, so I closed my eyes to slits and pretended to be asleep. Julie crept in softly followed by Maggie. They left the door open a little and came toward my bed on tiptoes. Julie looked like the cat that ate the canary while Maggie's eyes were round and frightened looking. She must have stubbed her toe on something because she let out a tiny squeal.

"SSSSHHHH!" Julie whispered harshly at her.

"Sorry," came Maggie's reply.

"He sleeps like a log and we don't want to wake him if we don't have to," Julie whispered as the two reached the side of my bed.

"I'll be quiet," Maggie softly assured her.

Julie leaned over and gently pulled the sheet below my waist, exposing my soft penis in the moonlight.

"It's not any bigger than it was earlier today," I heard Maggie say in a disappointed voice.

That explained why my pants had been down I realized.

"Just wait Maggie, I know how to make it grow," Julie told her.

"What are you going to do," Maggie hesitantly asked.

"Watch this," Julie answered picking my cock up in her hand and lightly stroking it.