The Sitter Ch. 02
The morning after.

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This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

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Consciousness returned thanks to a ray of sunlight, falling across my face. I blinked myself awake, stretched, and sat up. The body next to me, wrapped tightly in blankets, groaned. I blinked again, looking around and trying to get my bearings. I was in my mother's room, sleeping in her bed. . . and I was buck naked.

Suddenly it all came rushing back to me.

I had spent a night of unbridled passion with my mother and her friend. I looked more closely at the body next to me, and noticed blonde hair sticking out of the covers. Mom, then. Where was Karen?

Mom stirred next to me and rolled over, pushing the covers down. She smiled at me sleepily, eyes half-closed. "Good morning," she murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"Still dazed, I think," I admitted. I coughed. "Kind of thirsty."

Mom sat up, wrapping the covers around her. "I'll get you some water," she said. She rose and padded lightly toward the door. She returned a few minutes later with a glass of water. I took it gratefully and slurped it down. Mom settled on the bed next to me and ruffled my hair.

"Where's Karen?" I asked, setting the empty glass down.

"She had to go home," Mom said. "She left around two last night, but she'll be back. Don't worry." Mom paused and cupped my chin in her hand. "We need to talk about some things, though."

"Yeah," I said.

"Did you enjoy last night?" she asked.

"You bet," I told her with a grin.

"No regrets?" she asked. I shook my head vehemently. "I'm glad, because I feel the same way. But if it's going to continue, there have to be some ground rules."

"Um. . . okay. What kind of rules?"

"Well, first and foremost, you can never tell anyone about us. You've reached your majority, but that doesn't change the legality of the situation. There's a definite possibility I could end up in jail and we might never see one another again. So it's very important that you don't brag about this with your friends."

I nodded dumbly. It hadn't occurred to me, the danger we were in, simply because of the way we expressed our love for one another. The potential consequences filled me with dread.

"Hey," she said, chucking my chin. "Cheer up. It isn't all bad news. You and Karen can go public any time you want. There are other things to consider, too. You're already mature for your age, one of the reasons why I don't feel too terribly guilty for corrupting you, but if you're going to be doing 'adult' things, you're going to have to be more of an adult. That means helping out around the house more, picking up after yourself, cleaning your room, not drinking milk out of the carton, that sort of thing."

I smiled. "I think I can do that," I told her.

"Good. Now, thirdly, I am not your fuck slave, and you're not mine. I am still your mother and you are still my son. If you want sex, you're going to ask for it, and you're going to have to do your chores and your homework in order to get it. The same goes for me; I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm going to suggest some things, and maybe you'll have ideas of your own, but if either of us says 'no' or 'stop,' then that's what happens. Okay?"

I nodded again, digesting her words.

"That also means that you need to have as normal a social life as possible. I'll always be here for you, but if you meet a girl your own age, don't blow it because of me. I need this right now, and I know you enjoy it, but I'm scared to death of arresting your development or of doing permanent harm to your psyche." She smiled. "Not scared enough, obviously, but still I worry."

"Well, jeez, Mom," I said, "I don't really see that happening. The girl my age thing, at least. And I don't feel permanently damaged. I love you, I love Karen, and I love what we did last night."

"That's my sweetie," Mom said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, we're both sticky and stinky and we need to get cleaned up. Let's take a shower."

"Together?" I said, dumbfounded.

Mom laughed. "Of course. Don't you want to?"

In answer, I leapt out of bed, grabbed her by the arm, and tugged her into the bathroom. The blanket slid off of Mom's perfect, bronzed body, causing her to stumble. I tried to catch her, but we ended up in a tangled heap on the ground, Mom on top of me, heavy breasts mashed against my chest, my rapidly hardening cock pressing into her belly.

"You okay?" I asked.

Mom nodded. "You broke my fall." She leaned down to give me a quick kiss, but I opened my mouth and grabbed her lip, and managed to turn her quick peck into a passionate kiss. She broke away, gasping. "Naughty boy," she mock-scolded. "Shower," she ordered, getting up and pulling herself out of my embrace. She bounced into the bathroom and I scampered to follow her. She marched past the Jacuzzi to the narrow shower stall and slid the door open. She leaned over to turn on the water, and I received an excellent look at her full, rounded ass. She gave me a funny look over her shoulder and then stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray hit her breasts and cascade down her body.

Hesitantly I stepped into the cramped space after her, pressing our bodies together. Mom cooed and we kissed again. My cock was red and a little raw, but it was inching its way toward an erection very quickly. Mom grabbed the soap and moved out of the way a little to let the water hit me. Her tits were slick and wet, her nipples straight and hard. She swept her hair back with a splash of water. I closed the glass door behind me and let the water hit me. Then Mom started to wash me.

She scrubbed my chest and arms, making circles around my nipples and brushing lightly against my stomach. Breasts bobbing, she knelt down and washed my legs, then twirled me around to wash my back and ass. Then, pushing her body against my back, she reached around me and grabbed my cock with soapy hands. I groaned and thrust into her hands. She cupped my balls and squeezed slightly, while pressing her plush, soapy tits into my back. "Do you like that, sweetie?" Mom said huskily into my ear. I could only groan in response. "Well," Mom said, releasing me abruptly, "now it's your turn to clean me."

"But -- but -- ," I stuttered.

Mom nipped my earlobe and grabbed my ass with both hands. "Yes, you do have a nice butt," she said.

"But I want to cum," I finished, pressing back against her hands and tits.

"You will," Mom promised. "But I want you to soap me up first."

Grumbling, I turned around. My grumbling trailed off. Mom really is an absolutely gorgeous woman. Tall and long-limbed, she has large, heavy breasts that stand high on her chest, capped with dark nipples. Her narrow waist flares out into broad hips, framing a neatly trimmed pussy. She has long legs, sculpted by long runs and swimming. Her skin is tanned a deep bronze, from her dainty toes to her narrow ears, and everything in between. Slicked with water and slightly soapy, she glistened in the light overhead. She smiled suddenly, revealing neat even teeth. "Like what you see?"

"Uh-huh," I told her. I grabbed her tits with both hands, pressing my palms into her nipples.

"No," Mom said gently, taking my wrists and disengaging my grip. "Wash me. Take your time, explore my body. We have all day to fuck, but trust me, it will be more fun if we build up to it. Okay?"

I nodded. "I think I understand," I told her. "Um, sorry," I added sheepishly.

Mom shook her head, smiling. "Don't apologize honey." She gave me a quick, wet hug. "Now get to work."

I returned her smile, and picked up the soap. Slowly, taking my time, I explored my mother's body. I traced the line of her collar bone with the bar of soap and my fingers, and then the muscles in her arms and the side of her body. Carefully, I soaped up my hands and cupped her breasts once more. Using my fingers, I traced concentric circles around each breast, tightening each circle as I completed it, eventually reaching her nipples. I gave each of them a tweak, and was rewarded with a gasp from Mom. I brushed the soap lightly along her midsection, and knelt down before her, washing her thighs and calves and feet, and then tracing my way upward along the inside of her legs, pausing before I reached the center of her being. I stood once more and made a twirling motion with my forefinger. Mom grinned, and turned obediently, revealing her slick blond hair spilling down her bronzed back and the taut globes of her ass. Mom tugged her hair over her shoulder, and I scrubbed her back. I kissed the nape of her neck and traced the dimple at the small of her back with my thumb. Mom arched her back and pushed her ass against me. My hardened cock pressed against the cleavage of her ass, and my dick lurched, spraying a jet of precum onto Mom's back. I retreated slightly, bumping against the wall of the shower, and placed soapy hands against Mom's ass. I cupped and kneaded the globes, soaping them up. Mom's asshole winked at me, and I couldn't resist pressing my forefinger against it.

"Oh, yes," Mom moaned, pushing against me once more. Unwittingly, the tip of my finger slipped into her asshole, the rubber ring around it closing tightly around it. Mom braced her hands against the wall and pressed her ass against me. My finger slipped deeper inside her, and I could feel her heat. I reached my hand beneath her and, finally, pressed my hand against her pussy. "Oh, God," Mom said. I parted the lips of her pussy and thrust two fingers insider her dripping hole, feeling and teasing her folds. I flicked her clit with a fingertip and Mom released a toe-curling moan. Our sudsy bodies heaved together, wet and moaning. Her pussy soaked my hand, and my finger sank into her ass past the second knuckle. Mom humped herself against my hands, and her breathing increased. She tossed her head back, hitting me in the face with soaking wet locks of hair, but she hardly noticed. When I judged she was close, I withdrew my fingers with a sucking sound and released Mom.

Her hips still moved, hypnotic and bewitching, and Mom looked over her shoulder at me with a wanton expression. "Your cock," she said. "Inside me. Now."

I was going to argue about "anticipation" and "making the moment last" and so on, but my dick was awfully hard and my balls were churning with unspent sperm and the thought of dipping my wick into my mother's pussy once more blasted all rational thought to nothingness.

The shower was beginning to cool, despite the steam hanging in the air, and our fingertips were wrinkling, but neither of us noticed.

I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it Mom's weeping pussy. I grunted as I thrust forward, slipping inside her with one quick movement. Mom cried out and rolled her ass towards me, forcing me deeper into her. The tip of my cock mashed against the roof of her womb. Mom's body stretched to accommodate my girth, and I could feel more of her from this angle than I had the night before. Her heat scalded my cock and urged me onward as I began to thrust into her, my stomach hammering against her tight ass with each movement. I reached around her to cup and knead her tits, and this time there were no protests. Mom's hands flattened against the shower wall and her arms bent at the elbow. She fucked against me, and I fought to keep up with her.

Mom made a sound between a moan and a whine, and her pussy clamped down around my cock. her body shuddered beneath me, and I could feel her juices inundating my dick, running down both our legs. Mom's pace slowed, but still she sawed her pussy up and down my length. She looked over her shoulder at me, and said between gasps for breath, "Sweetie, grab the shampoo."

"Now?" I said. She nodded urgently, licking her lips and rolling her eyes back into her skull. Being the obedient son, I grabbed the Pert from the basket hanging on the wall.

Mom raised herself up and my cock slipped out of her drooling cunt, slick with our combined fluids. "I want your cock in my ass," Mom told me. "Use the shampoo to slick yourself up, and then squeeze some on my asshole."

I gaped at her for a moment, cock throbbing between my legs and shampoo bottle gripped tightly in my hand.

"Objection?" Mom asked. I shook my head. "Then you should get started," she suggested.

I squirted some of the green fluid on my proud cock, using my free hand to coat it from base to tip. Then I pointed the bottle at Mom's winking asshole and gave it a squeeze. Mom had thoughtfully spread her ass with both hands, allowing me unlimited access. The Pert pooled between her cheeks, and I spread it with my forefinger, slipping inside to get in there as well.

"Mmm, good," Mom said. "Now, careful, press the head of your cock against my ass. You'll have to take it slow. Ease it inside. If you're too fast or too rough at first, you'll hurt me."

"Hurt you?" I exclaimed. "Mom, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she told me. "It will take a moment for me to adjust to your size, but after that you can fuck my brains out, I promise."

"Okay," I said. Taking my cock in hand, I aimed for the little hole and pressed the head of my cock against it. Slicked up by shampoo and precum, the flared head met little resistance. The puckered ring of Mom's asshole opened up to receive me. It was tighter than her pussy, tighter and hotter. The pain wasn't one-sided, however; she was so tight that she pinched my cock. Even had she not warned me, I would have had to take it slow. I gripped Mom's hips and slowly sank myself into her ass, centimeter by centimeter. Mom bit her lip and pressed her cheek against the shower wall as I bottomed out, and my stomach once again pressed against her ass. I felt Mom's fingers brush against my balls, and assumed her hand or hands were between her legs.

"That's it, sweetie," Mom encouraged. "Fuck my ass."

I pulled out and thrust in again, and I found the going easier this time. Mom was right, as usual. Her body adjusted easily to my cock within her. Mom pressed against me, and I slowly and carefully began to fuck her ass. Mom grunted with each thrust, and I could hardly catch my breath, my heart was pounding so hard. My cock throbbed with each beat of my heart, squirting cream into Mom's bowels. I released Mom's hips and grabbed her tits once more, pinching and tweaking her nipples with my fingers as my cock fucked into her.

Suddenly Mom tensed, and she released a wail, her entire body shuddering in my embrace. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again," she cried. Her ass tightened around my cock, hot flesh pinching me sharply, and the globes of her ass pressed around the base of my cock. As Mom's pussy juice poured down her thighs and splashed my own, I felt her hand grip my balls and squeeze sharply.

That was enough for me. I thrust deep inside her and loosed the load of cum that had been building since I woke up that morning. My heart thundered in my chest and my cock spat cum with each contraction of my heart, wad after wad of boiling white cum coating Mom's insides. "I love how you feel cumming inside me," Mom moaned, thrusting her ass against me. As the flood subsided, I withdrew, and a tide of cum followed me, weeping out of Mom's stretched asshole. Mom's thighs quivered and she collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower. She half-turned and looked at me with lidded eyes.

"You're a natural born fucker, sweetie," Mom gasped.

"Just like my mother," I said, sliding to the floor beside her. Mom laughed. We sat there for a while, catching our breath, but when the falling water turned cold, Mom finally stood up and cranked the hot water back up. She picked the bottle of shampoo up and the bar of soap. "We should clean up again," she said.

So we did, being careful this time not to devolve into another frenzied fuckfest. Which was very difficult, actually. Mom is quite the firecracker, and what she and Karen started the night before really loosed the genie from the bottle. I was turning into quite the fiend myself.

After we had dressed in our separate rooms, we met downstairs in the kitchen and Mom made breakfast, frying pancakes on the griddle. I took the time to ask some questions.

"So Mom," I said, while setting the table. "When did you and Karen start, um --"

"Planning last night?" she finished with a smile.

I shook my head. "No, um, when did you start having sex? Uh, together, that is."

"Oh, that," Mom said exaggeratedly. "It started about three months ago, although last night was only the third time we'd been together. The first time just sort of happened. I dropped off some things at her place, and she showed me her dildo collection." She grinned salaciously. "It's quite extensive, I must say, and it had been a long time since, well, since your father. So Karen suggested I try one out, and when I at first proved reluctant, she proceeded to demonstrate for me." Mom shook her head, grinning at the memory, while I tried to picture it in my head.

"The next thing I knew, we were kissing and touching one another, and things escalated from there. Afterward, Karen first confessed to me that she was falling for you. I think that shocked me more than the sex had, to be honest. It didn't take me too long to adjust to the idea, and start thinking similar thoughts myself." Mom flipped pancakes onto a plate and walked them over to the table. I speared one with my fork and began to eat.

"The second time?" I prompted.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mom admonished gently. "The second time was here, in the living room. Remember last month when you went to the concert with your friends?"

I did indeed. My friends Russ and Sirajul and I had gone to see Aerosmith at the Civic Center. It was hard to believe that while we were rocking out, Mom was going down on Karen in our living room.

"After few glasses of wine, I kissed her and she kissed me back and before we knew it, we were naked on the couch, eating one another out. This time, I was the one with the deep, dark confession after our lovemaking. Surprisingly, Karen didn't try to have me committed. She was actually excited by the prospect. . . which is what leads us to our present circumstances."

We ate in silence for a while, until I looked up in alarm. "Mom," I asked hurriedly, "could you get pregnant?"

Mom turned a deep crimson. "I put myself on the pill again," she told me, "as soon as I started thinking seriously about seducing you." I breathed a sigh of relief. Mom looked askance at me. "You didn't think I'd be that irresponsible, did you?"

I shrugged. "I think it's pretty obvious I haven't been thinking much at all lately."

Mom laughed. "Well, even with the pill we aren't totally in the clear. There's still a chance -- a very small chance -- that I could get pregnant. If we really wanted to make sure, you'd have to wear a condom."

I thought furiously, staring at my half-eaten pancakes. "Well, if the chance is really small," I started to say. Mom laughed again. "What?" I asked.

"You're incorrigible," she said. "And so cute when you let your emotions override your intellect. But don't worry. As long as we're careful and avoid my most fertile periods, the pill should do it's work. Okay?"

"Okay," I told her, suddenly regaining my appetite. I dug into my breakfast with gusto.

The phone rang and Mom rose to answer it. The smile that appeared on her face somehow told me Karen was on the other line. Mom looked at me over the lip of the phone and mouthed "Karen," confirming my suspicions.

"No, we've been up for a while," Mom was telling Karen. "We sort of lost track of time in the shower, though. Yes, in the shower. And in the ass." Mom laughed at something Karen said, winking at me. "No, no, that's fine. I have to head down to the office anyway and put the finishing touches on that deal from last night. I'm sure our little man would love to spend some time with you." She paused and cupped the phone in one hand. "Does that sound fun, sweetie?"

I nodded, mouth full.

"Then I'll see you later today, then. Love you." Mom clicked the phone off and set it down. "You'd better check on the pool, Bill. Karen's bringing her suit over. She says she wants to work on her tan." She smiled widely. "Among other things."

While Mom got ready to leave, I went out back to skim the leaves and bugs out of the pool, wash down the deck with the hose and checked the pH levels. Everything appeared hunky-dory, and I waved Mom goodbye as she pulled out of the driveway in her red Cherokee. As soon as Mom was gone, I ran upstairs to change into my suit. I threw some sodas into a cooler, grabbed a bag of chips, and hurried outside.

As I've mentioned before, we live in a fairly remote area. Our nearest neighbor is a good mile and a half away, and Mom usually has an hour ride in to work. The area around our house is hilly, rocky in places, and heavily wooded. There are great trails for hiking and biking, and I usually spend a lot of time in the hills exploring. I've seen deer and wild turkeys on occasion, and I once saw bear tracks. Our property is fenced in as a result of all the animals, but we still get the occasional raccoon or opossum rooting around. Which is why we keep the garbage locked up in the garage.

But we have a great concrete deck that surrounds a huge pool, sixty feet long and twenty feet wide. The far end reaches a depth of ten feet, over which is perched a diving board. Mom swam in high school (and you know I loved flipping through her yearbooks to look at her in a swimsuit) so when we got the pool, Mom commissioned one as close to Olympic size as we could afford. We have a few lounge chairs, a table, and a grill for summer barbecues. Luckily, we live in a part of the country that tends toward mild weather throughout the year, and that particular day was gorgeous. The sky was clear and blue, the sun high and shining, and the temperature was climbing steadily.

I only had to wait by the pool twenty minutes before Karen arrived. I felt butterflies fluttering around in my gut the entire time. It didn't make any sense, given the events of the night before, but then I've never known love to make much in the way of sense. And truly, while I loved my mother in more ways than a son should, I was absolutely IN love with Karen. I think I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, but now instead of jerking off in my room like a pathetic loser, I could show her that I loved her. As I heard her car pull up, I realized I had to get a job, just so I could afford to buy her flowers. And candy. And jewelry. And all the other things I'd seen in movies or read about in books --

"Hey stud!" Karen's voice carried over the fence, and the gate banged open. She sauntered into the backyard, waist length hair pulled into a fetching ponytail. She wore a faded Miami Vice t-shirt that exposed most of her flat stomach and pulled her huge breasts into tight relief, and a pair of cut-offs. Over her shoulder she carried an Adidas bag that bulged with towels and other beach paraphernalia. "Heard you had an eventful morning."

I hopped to my feet, blushing. "Yeah," I said. "I, uh, missed you this morning."

She smiled and opened her arms to give me a hug. "You're so sweet," she said. She bent down to kiss me on the lips, and I surprised us both with my eagerness. She was going to give me a peck, but I grabbed her hips, parted my lips, and gave her my best kiss. Her eyes widened for a heartbeat, but then she was kissing me back, her arms hugging me tighter and her tongue lashing against my own. Time seemed to stop, but eventually we had to come up for air.

We parted. Karen's cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were bright. "I have to admit, I wasn't sure if you'd still feel the way you felt last night."

"What?" I asked dumbly. "How could you -- "

"Well," she said, smiling shyly, "watching you and Janine last night was the most. . . it was the most magical thing I'd ever seen in my life. I've. . . well, I've been a bit of a wild girl in my time, and I've seen and done a lot of things. But nothing I've ever done approached what I saw last night. I can't even begin to explain it." She paused, putting a hand against her head and looking away from me. "It was. . . two people, moving in perfect symmetry, coming together as one, connecting on a plane that, in all my life, I've never seen before, let alone touched. I thought, when you've found a perfect fit like that, what would you need me for?"

"Karen," I started, but trailed off. All the strength had gone from my limbs, and I fell back into the chaise lounge. Karen dropped her bag on the ground and knelt in front of me, her beautiful face scrunched into a look of concern.

"I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Maybe I should just go."

She moved as if to leave, and I found enough strength to grab her wrist. "Please don't," I said. She looked at me a moment, and then nodded. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Karen," I began, "I love Mom. I mean, really love Mom. Last night was amazing, it was beyond words for me, too. But you have to understand, that was my mother. There's a connection there that doesn't exist anywhere else and the whole taboo thing, my oedipal complex. . . I'm babbling. I'm not sure if I'm making much sense." Karen nodded encouragement, but I could see moisture in her eyes.

"What I'm trying to say is, yes, it was intense. It was crazy, it drove me wild. But part of that was having you there with us. You're the center of it all, you're the key, you're the one who made it all happen. And I can't. . . I can't. . . I can't imagine not loving you. I can't imagine you not being part of our life. Part of my life." I was going to say more, making much less sense, but Karen shut me up with a passionate kiss that made my toes curl. Karen pushed me back onto the chaise lounge and I fell backward, taking her with me, and we didn't break the kiss. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her arms on my shoulders, while I cupped her heart shaped ass and tried to suck her tongue into my mouth. I could feel moisture falling on my cheeks, and knew she was crying, but she was kissing me too and I didn't know what else to do besides kiss her back.

At last she pulled away from me, and wiped tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand. "You are the most amazing guy I've ever met, Bill," she told me.

"Well, thanks," I said in a mock suave voice.

"Don't do that," she told me, frowning.

"Okay," I told her quickly.

She smiled, and we stared into one another's eyes for a long moment. Suddenly Karen bounced to her feet. She bent down and dragged a towel out of her bag. "Let's go swimming," she said. I sat up, and watched her as she peeled her t-shirt off, revealing a light blue string bikini that strained against the massive hemispheres on Karen's chest. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she unsnapped her cut-offs and slid them down her long, lean legs. The bikini bottoms were thin and blue, tied at her hips, and accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. Her pale skin glowed in the sunlight.

Karen looked over her shoulder at me, pointedly examining my crotch. "We'd better cool you down before that goes off," she said with a mischievous grin. I followed the line of her gaze, and blushed furiously. The thin nylon of my red trunks did very little to hide the massive erection I sported.

Still grinning, Karen bobbed over to the pool and slid over the side. She squealed at the cold, nipples quickly and obviously denting the fabric of her suit, and splashed out into the water. When the water reached her slim waist, Karen ducked beneath the surface and swam underwater into the deep end. When she popped her head up once more, she swiveled around and looked at me with a pout. "Aren't you coming in?" she asked.

It was difficult, even with Karen egging me on, to fight the natural instinct to sit and try to hide the woody tenting my shorts. But I stood, set my glasses on the table, and walked stiffly to the side of the pool, encouraged by the appraising look in Karen's eyes. In one smooth movement, I executed one of the best dives of my life, and the shock of cold water on my body served to cool my ardor. I swam towards Karen freestyle, eyes locked on her scissoring legs beneath the water, and ducked under the surface about five feet from her. I managed to come up underneath her and grab her kicking legs. With a tug, I pulled her underwater too, and then bobbed to the surface. She came up right beside me and started splashing and laughing. I returned the favor, and we horsed around in the pool for a while. I pretended to chase her, she pretended to run. We splashed and kissed, and brushed body parts against one another. My hand cupped a breast, her hip pressed into my crotch, her fingers brushed against my chest.

And then I accidentally -- honest! -- tugged at one of the ties keeping her bikini bottoms on, and as she pulled away from me, jiggling and giggling, the knot came undone. Karen kicked away from me, wide eyes regarding me. "Oh, we're going to play that way, are we?" she asked. She splashed me again and then dived straight underwater, her legs kicking up froth. I blinked water out of my eyes, and the first thing I saw when I opened them was the bottom part of Karen's bikini floating lazily on the surface of the water. I suddenly felt a tug on my shorts, and realized Karen was beneath me, trying to yank my shorts off. I ducked under the water to try to stop her, but she had better leverage and flipped me over, tugging my shorts free and swimming away with them.

I broke the surface, trying to catch my breath, and watched Karen swim to the shallow end of the pool. She threw my trunks onto the deck and stood up, turning to face me. Water streamed down her voluptuous frame, and her top clinged to her breasts like a second skin. Her nipples threatened to saw through the fabric, and her breasts looked swollen and high on her chest. Her tight stomach flowed down, into the water, and though I could see the flare of her hips, the water hid the rest of her body. She reached behind her head and pulled the scrunchy out of her hair, transferring it to her wrist. Karen's long and wet auburn hair spilled down her back in a wave.

I swam towards her slowly, using the breaststroke, watching her as I approached. When I could stand, I righted myself and waded up to where she stood. She placed a palm against my chest as I approached, stopping me in my tracks. "It appears we didn't cool him off," she said pointedly, eyeing my crotch once more. I grinned, no longer embarrassed at my engorged state. After all, she had done it to me on purpose, and she was enjoying this as much as I was.

"I don't want to cool off," I told her. "I prefer to heat up."

"Well, then," she said, dropping her hand. "What are you going to do about it?"

I stepped into her arms, putting my hands on her hips and pressing my body against hers. Karen's plush tits pushed back against me, but her mouth parted and her tongue darted out to taste mine as I kissed her. My hard-on bumped insistently up against her stomach, leaving clear trails of pre-cum on her belly. Her hands gripped my ass and squeezed, pulling me into her. I reached behind Karen's back and pulled the remaining strings keeping her bikini top intact, and broke away from our kiss long enough to peel it off of her. Returning to her lips, I cupped her warm and wet tits in my hands, tweaking the nipples between thumb and forefinger.

I kissed her chin, and then her neck, and traced a trail with my lips into the cleavage between her heavy breasts. Her skin tasted slightly of chlorine, but Karen's natural jasmine tang predominated, and I dragged my tongue over every inch of her mountainous breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, trying to taste as much of her as I could. She mashed my face between her tits, and pushed her nipples into my mouth. Her hips made little jerky movements as I suckled, and the head of my engorged cock nestled against her belly button as she ground against me. She made urgent sounds and ran her hands through my wet hair. Eventually she yanked me free of her breasts and pulled me up into another deep kiss.

She took my cock in hand and angled it towards the groove between her thighs. "Fuck me, Bill," she said. "Fuck me hard."

She hunched her hips against me, and I slid smoothly into her pussy. Her heat enveloped me once more, flesh burning flesh, and my turgid cock sought the limits of her depths. I fucked into her, quick and insistent, and the water around us churned into a froth. The cold water around us and the heat soaking into my cock fought against one another as we fucked. I buried my face between her breasts, kissing and licking their milky white expanse as I thrust into her. Karen raised her legs off the pool floor and spread them, floating in my arms. Each time I withdrew and rammed back within her, I carried us closer to the edge of the pool. Soon, Karen's back pressed against the pool wall and her body wrapped around me as I slammed into her again and again. The walls of her cunt squeezed and caressed me as I dove within her, and the head of my cock butted up against the roof of her womb.

Karen gasped and convulsed in my arms, her legs locking around my midsection and her arms tightening on my shoulders. The heat in her pussy rose several degrees, scalding my cock as she came, and her pussy tightened around me like a fist. Still I churned beneath her thighs, seeking my own release, and it followed hers very quickly. I sank into her up to the hilt and discharged a prodigious load within her, emptying my balls in a dozen throbbing spurts that shook Karen into a second orgasm. She unleashed a cry of intense pleasure as I groaned into her cleavage and came like a geyser.

I sank into her arms and she cradled me. We floated in the water for a while, until Karen suggested we relax by the side of the pool. "Otherwise, we might drown," she said. I agreed, and we scrambled, naked and wet, out of the pool. Karen handed me her towel and looked at me expectantly, magnificent body on display.

I cocked my head and looked at her for a moment, feeling my dick begin to harden once more. "God, you're beautiful," I told her.

"Thank you, honey," she said, "but now it's time to dry me off." It was the first time she used an endearment like that to refer to me, and that really charged me up. I realized at that moment that part of Mom's affect on my lies in her constant use of the terms "sweetie" or "honey" when she talked to me. All part of the oedipal thing, no doubt.

But I grabbed the towel quickly enough and padded Karen down, rubbing every inch of her lovely body with the towel. She shook her hair out herself, and then used the same towel to rub me down as well. She grinned as she dried my cock, and then led me by the hand to the chaise lounges. "There's some suntan lotion in my bag," she said. "Could you get it for me? And my sunglasses?"

I bent down to root in her bag, noting that she had a few changes of clothes, another towel, and a racquetball racket of all things in there before withdrawing, suntan lotion and shades in hand. While I was occupied, Karen draped her luscious body across one of the lounge chairs. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and slipped her scrunchy back on. I had to look at her again, drink in the sight of her, and try to memorize her every curve. She noticed me staring and smiled, shading her eyes with the palm of her hand. She held the other hand out and crooked a finger at me, beckoning me forward.

I gave her the sunglasses, and she slid them on. "Thanks," she said. "Could you do me one more teensy little favor?"

"Uh, sure," I said, staring in wonder at her pink, hardened nipples.

"Grease me up so I don't burn?"

"Happily," I said. "And then you can do me."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that."

I popped the top of the bottle and squeezed a glob of lotion into my free hand. Karen stretched out on the chaise and I began to apply the lotion. I tried to apply the lessons I'd learned in the shower that morning, taking my time to cover every exposed inch of Karen's body. I did her back first, running my hands up and down from the base of her neck to the dimple at the small of her back, and kneaded lotion into her buttocks, squeezing them together. I rubbed lotion into along the backs of her thighs and her calves, and then turned her over to do her front. I traced her collar bone, the muscles in her shoulders and arms, coating her skin liberally. I put lotion on both hands and cupped her massive breasts, rubbing them gently, circling slowly towards the pink nipples in the center. With both hands I brushed her stomach, feeling the muscles bunch and jump as I ran my fingertips across it. I swept my palms along her hips and down her thighs, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her knees and shins came next, and then her feet and dainty toes. Finally I crawled back up her legs and cupped her mound. It was open and wet, already greased up though I hadn't applied any lotion there yet. A finger slipped into her easily, and the second one easier still. I waggled my fingers within her, and Karen rewarded me with a gasp. Karen's thighs parted, and her pussy winked open further. I found the little nubbin of her clit and teased it with a fingertip. Karen began to hump against my hand, and the chaise lounge squeaked as Karen's ass scraped across it.

I grinned and pulled my fingers free. Karen pouted, a stray lock of hair falling across her sunglasses. Her forehead shone with sweat, while the rest of her body glistened with lotion. Her hands cupped her tits, her thumb teasing her hardened nipples.

I grinned up at her, and then bent my head down and kissed her weeping pussy. Karen hissed in surprise and pleasure. I lashed my tongue out and tasted her pink folds, sucking slightly. I slurped up her juices, salty and sweet at once, and I wanted to taste more. I thrust my tongue into her as deep as I could, waggling it slightly. I felt Karen's hands grip my head, her fingers trailing through my hair, and her thighs closed in around my ears. Her hips jerked, pushing her pussy into my mouth. I sucked and slurped, trying to find her clit again, but it was difficult without being able to see anything. It was getting hard to breath as well, with my nose buried in her bush and my mouth fastened against her pink lips. Then I found it: the tip of my tongue brushed her clit and Karen cried out, thighs squeezing me harder. Afraid to lose it, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard. Juice gushed from Karen's pussy, filling my mouth and pouring down my chin. She shuddered and convulsed beneath my mouth, and then her thighs fell away and she released my head.

I looked up past her steaming cunt, through the valley of her tits, and saw the dazed expression on Karen's face. She brushed the loose lock of hair out of her eyes and slumped against the chair. "That was beautiful, baby," Karen said. "C'mere and give me a kiss."

I dragged myself up her body, hard cock brushing against her thighs, and kissed her fiercely. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin. "Give me a sec to catch my breath," she said, breathing heavily, "and then I'll take care of you."

I needed a breather myself, actually. I collapsed on the chaise lounge beside her, limbs splayed, only mildly self-conscious that I was buck naked. After all, there was a gorgeous woman next to me similarly attired, and that made it okay. I found myself thinking of Mom doing the same thing out here on a semi-regular basis, while I was out wandering the hills.

Then the sun shining in my eyes dimmed as Karen's shadow fell over me. I blinked and raised a hand to shade my eyes. Karen took off her sunglasses and slipped them over my eyes, letting me see a little bit better.

"Roll over," she commanded, and I complied willingly. My hard-on pressed into the lounge's mattress, staining it the precum leaking from the tip. Karen began to massage my back, rubbing lotion into my skin, and the combination of heat, exertion, and the pleasure soaking into my body made me doze slightly. Karen brought me fully awake with a light slap against my buttocks, then kneaded and squeezed them with her hands. She stretched the muscles in my thighs and caressed my calves and the arches in my feet. Before she rolled me over, she reached between my legs and gave my balls a squeeze.

Karen emptied the bottle of lotion on my chest and thighs, spraying it on me, and then pushed it around on my body with her hands. She coated my arms and chest, thighs and shins, and then came back for my stomach and cock. She greased up my balls, and then, gripping my cock by the base, levered it away from my stomach and gave it a kiss. She sucked lightly, wrapping her lips around the head and teasing my pisshole with her tongue. She slurped up the precum that my cock was generating by the gallon, and slowly sucked more of my cock into her mouth. She lowered her head upon me, swallowing me whole. I felt her throat constrict around my dick as she took almost all of me into her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and she released me, sliding up my rod so that only the tip lay in her mouth, resting on her tongue. I reached behind me and gripped the frame of the chaise lounge with both hands, but couldn't resist a few jerky hip movements, trying to thrust into Karen's mouth.

Her saliva dripped down the length of my cock, and she sucked the head lightly. I hissed in pleasure. Karen looked up at me, green eyes glazed with passion, and slowly, achingly, enveloped me once again. She wiggled her nose slightly when my bush tickled her, but she let my cock rest in her throat. She swallowed, her tongue curling around my length and her throat tightening against the tip. My cock throbbed, squirting cream down her throat, and she quickly released me again. My cock popped out of her mouth, and Karen took a deep, shuddering breath before licking me and sucking me into her mouth once more. Her free hand found my balls and teased them, grinding and squeezing them in her palm.

My breath came in short gasps, and my heart thundered in my chest. I spread my legs and tightened my grip on the lounge, while Karen deep throated me once more, her tongue and throat constricting around my throbbing weapon, her saliva greasing my pole. Her head bobbed in my lap, her lips spreading and contracting as she raced from the narrow tip of my cock to the wide base. The exposed length of my cock glistened with her saliva and my cream, and so too did her chin. I tried to fight the rapidly approaching orgasm, but it was no use. Karen's technique was too much for me.

My dick throbbed and bucked as she reached an upstroke, and a jet of cum erupted from me to splatter on Karen's tongue. As soon as I began to cum, Karen loosed my cock from the sweet prison of her mouth and half sat up, aiming my shuddering cock at her tits. My cock shuddered and sprayed jet after jet of cum onto her magnificent breasts, coating them liberally and adding another protective coating to her skin. My cock deflated, and I collapsed, gasping and spent. Karen rubbed my cum into her skin with both hands, cooing all the while, and then used the dregs of the suntan lotion to coat my crotch. "We certainly don't want any sunburns there," Karen said with a grin.

She dragged the other chaise across the foot of deck separating the two, so that they touched, and plopped down into it. I was drifting off into a much deserved rest, but still I felt Karen take my hand. And that's how we spent the afternoon: dozing, tanning in the warm sun, hand in hand.

Later in the afternoon, Karen turned slightly and poked me in the ribs. "I'm hungry," she said. "We should get lunch."

"I brought sodas and chips out," I told her.

"No, we should get lunch," she told me, sitting up. "So up and at 'em, stud. Get cleaned up and changed."

"Okay," I said reluctantly, "I think we have some chicken salad in the fridge."

"You're not listening," Karen said, tits bobbing distractedly. "I'm taking you to lunch. So make yourself presentable."

"Um, okay," I said. "I'll, um, use the downstairs shower. You use the upstairs one."

"You sure you don't want to share a shower together?" Karen asked.

I blinked, still a bit dazed from my nap. "Well, of course I do," I said, hopping to my feet. "Let's go!"

We ran into the house, Karen scooping up her bag and me grabbing my glasses on the way, and up the stairs into Mom's bathroom. I started the shower running, while Karen dumped her bag on the floor and pulled out her auxiliary towel. I stepped into the shower and Karen crowded in behind me, her tits bumping against my back. I grabbed the soap and turned around. "Scrub me, baby," Karen said.

I washed her, she washed me, and we started a slow, delicious fuck that turned into a quick one when the hot water turned cold. As we dried off, I apologized to her for the water heater's failure. "I guess Mom and I used too much of the hot water this morning," I told her.

Karen shrugged. Her nipples were still hard, either from the sex or the shower. "We have plenty of time for more water-fun," she said. "And anything else you want to try." She wiped her thighs down with the towel, one foot on the toilet seat.

"Anything?" I said. Mom had mentioned something earlier that day, and I had been thinking about things to try most of the day.

Karen looked up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in surprised. "Oh, have you got something in mind?" I shrugged, suddenly reluctant to share. "Bill, c'mon. You can tell me."

"Well, I don't know," I said.

She smiled, and rose to her full height. "Afraid I'll laugh or think it's weird? Don't be. I'm not the judgmental type, believe me. After all, I just watched a son have sex with his mother last night. And someday I'll tell you how I afforded college. So, spill it, stud."

"Well, okay," I said. "I thought it would be, um, kinda cool if, um. . . "

"Bill," Karen said. "Tell me. It's okay."

"Well, I thought it would be cool if. . .," I paused, looking away, "you and Mom wore French maid outfits. Or something."

Karen's eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. Then she smiled. "That has. . . definite possibilities," she said.

I looked at her sharply. "Really?" She nodded. "So, uh, how did you afford college?"

Karen grinned. "Someday, Bill, but not today. Let's get lunch, okay?"