5 comments/ 41715 views/ 30 favorites A New Place By: whiskey011 My girlfriend and I had been going through months of troubles. We had called it quits. I moved out and gotten my own place out in the country. It was quiet. It was peaceful. There was no arguing and fussing. I had a job 2 towns over, working as a Prison guard. It was long hours, but a rotating shift that gave me a good amount of time off. I settled into a routine of having only myself to worry about. It was nice and at times a little lonely. I had been in the place for about 2 weeks now. It was a duplex. A house someone had split into 2 apartments containing 2 bedrooms. Enter in the front to your living room/kitchen. Through the back wall the bedroom, master closet and laundry. A separate room for a bathroom and shower. At the back of the bed room there was another door the went out onto a shared back deck. It wasn't much, it wasn't fancy but it was comfortable and suited me just fine for now. Currently I didn't have a neighbor. I was digging it since we shared a wall I had to be somewhat quiet if there had been someone there. I loved my music and I jammed everyday. One Saturday morning I got up around 10am, cranked up my music and went to straightening up the place. I was running the vacuum cleaner and heard a thumping noise. I stopped vacuuming and listened and heard nothing, shrugged my shoulders and finished the bedroom. I heard the thumping louder this time. Again I stopped vacuuming to listen and again nothing. I walked into the next room and checked around. No sign of anything making that noise. I went to my stereo and turned it down and resumed vacuuming. Again I heard the thumping but this time I could hear it from the rear of the house. I stopped vacuuming and went to the back of the house and someone was knocking on the back door. I opened the door and standing there before me was a tall brunette. A tall angry brunette. Her head was down in her chest, one hand on her hip the other raised to bang again on the door. "DO YOU REALLY NEED YOUR MUSIC THAT LOUD?" She screamed at me. I was taken aback. She was pissed, but she was beautiful. I didn't have a clue who she was either. She was tall for a woman. I am 6'6" and used to looking down at a woman this close, but she was not much shorter than me. I guessed 6'2". She had a great figure, very curvaceous, nicely rounded. Her eyes were a mix from blue and grey. They were unique and they were burning with her temper. She had on a green shirt, jean jacket and blue jeans that hugged her well. "HELLO? ARE YOU DEAF?" "Uh, no. No I'm not deaf." I laughed. "I'm sorry about the music, I didn't realize it bothered anyone. The apartment next door is empty so I get a little carried away. I love my music." I smiled at her. Trying to be friendly, though I didn't care for her hollering at me. "Well you have a neighbor now. I have been moving in this morning and your music is insanely loud. I enjoy music too, but we are sharing that wall now and I don't care to hear your stuff playing throughout my apartment." she stated. "Your right, I am sorry. It was only like that cause no one was next door. I will keep it down from here out." I smiled at her again. "I am Rick, its nice to meet you." I offered my hand out. A friendly southern gesture. "Ok. Sounds good. I am Ashley." she replied. "Well Ashley, could I make it up to you by helping you finish moving in?" I asked hoping to start things off on the best ground as possible. She shook her head and said "Just keep the music down, Ok?" She smiled and walked away. I watched her walk to her door on the rear deck and enter her bedroom apartment. She had a great body. Her hair went to middle of her back. It had slight curves in it with natural highlights. She had a nice butt, and shapely legs. When she left sight I closed my door and finished my vacuuming. Once I finished my vacuuming I heard a knock at the front door this time. It was Ashley again, this time when I opened the door she was smiling. "Hey again" I smiled in return. "Could I take you up on your offer to help me?" she asked still smiling. I couldn't refuse that smile. My girlfriend had made me weary of women but she made me forget all about that. She had a beauty that lit a fire in me. I welcomed the opportunity to know her a little more. "Sure. I will be right over." I closed the door and went to my closet to put on my sneakers. I walked out the front door to where she had a moving van backed into the driveway. I looked into the back of the van and she had her big heavy items to the back and that was what needed moving. I stepped up into the back of the van went to the refrigerator since I was sure it would be heaviest. I heard her climb in the back and join me. "How about you guide the front Ashley, and i will pick up the rear and we will carry this thing in?" "Sure. Are you sure you can lift that?" She laughed. Yes I could lift it. I could easily lift it the problem was its size made it impossible for me to maneuver by myself. I tilted It back she braced the front and 1...2...3 I lifted the bottom of the refrigerator and out the back of the truck we went. Into the house and then we put the refrigerator in its place and then back into the truck we went. One by one we moved all her heavy items. Brought in her bedroom set, washer and dryer the loveseat and T.V. and about 2 hours later everything was in her house. She went out to the front of the van and came back with 2 beers. She offered me one and I gladly accepted. "Thank you very much for your help Rick. I was going to call my ex but your bigger and stronger than him, plus he doesn't need to know where I live. I was going to that concert tonight at Moore Station with him, but we broke up. He would have wanted to go and I didn't want to go through all that." she frowned, looked down at the floor. Kicked her feet together. "Oh well! I would have loved to have gone but I need to do this." "I was glad to help. You know I was going to go to that concert too. I was kind of bummed out because my ex had the tickets for me and her to go. We broke up about 3 weeks ago. I moved in here a week later. Been too broke to buy tickets this close to the show." I saw her perk up a little. "You hate loud music though..." I joked. She laughed and her smile came back. "I don't hate loud music, I just hated how loud yours was and I was frustrated which made it more annoying than it actually was. I have 2 tickets that I don't want wasted. I know we just met but we could go?" She smiled and seemed hopeful. I was hearing the best news all day at this point. "Hell yeah we can go. I mean if your cool with it. I will drive if that is cool. We can leave here at 5, get a bite to eat and go on up there." I was excited. It was my favorite band. She agreed and we went our separate ways to do what we needed and get ready for the concert. At 5 I met her at my truck. She looked amazing. She had on a darker makeup for a rocker chick look, a black choker on her neck. She wore a black tight t-shirt that showed her breasts wonderfully. She had on a denim miniskirt and wore the classic punk black and white Converse sneakers. She was smoking hot and she had to know it. "Is this okay for you to be seen with?" She looked sort of nervous. I laughed. Maybe she was serious, maybe its b/c I was wearing my comfortable rugged jeans, favorite beer t-shirt, and camo hat. "Ashley you look great. Maybe too good for me to be seen with you haha." She smiled and we got in my truck and off we went. We arrived at the concert early and walked around browsing the tour merchandise and started drinking. Along the way we had small talk, talked about our ex's and both wanted the peace and harmony thus the reason we moved out to the country. She seemed really nice and I liked her. The opening acts started playing so we made our way to the hill side to watch the concert. I loved outdoor concerts. We sat down at a decent spot and she and I drank some more beers. We were starting to buzz and the inhibitions were going out the window slowly but surely. I was really starting to relax and was more chill than I normal. Which was the whole point for me. I loved to jam at a concert and have fun. After about 5 more beers and 2 acts later one of the main acts took stage. "Lets go closer down there!" She pulled me into the crowd and we made our way down the hillside. Down there they were moshing. something I always steered clear of. Guys and girls both jumping around bashing into each other, the middle they weren't dancing and singing they were straight up fighting! "Come on Rick! It'll be fun. I need you down there. Your my bodyguard." She pulled me right up to the middle. Guys were bumping into me left and right, attempting to push me and one even started pulling on my shirt. Ashley dodged through them laughing and jumping with the rest of them. My favorite song from the band came on and I went nuts. "That's the spirit Rick!" Ashley had to yell. A guy pushed me, and I pushed him back. I was pumped. I felt the adrenaline from the song, the aggression coming up in me and I was moshing. Out of the corner of my eye a guy walked in with a mask, he had a tattered and torn shirt and he had painted red to look like blood on his chest and shirt. That kicked it off with all the drunks. We stopped moshing, we were straight up fighting. Guys were swinging for the fences. I grabbed dudes left and right and threw them aside. The lead singer started screaming look at that big dude! Look at that big dude! Before long I was there by myself and Ashley was laughing. I was dizzy and the alcohols effect kept me from standing up and down I went. The group surrounded me and started jumping up and down screaming Fuck Yeah Big Dude. My world was spinning. Ashley walked up and stood over me. She bent down started screaming. She was roaring. Releasing the stress and tension that had been building up. Just as I had. I was looking around at everyone. Things were starting to stop spinning so fast and I was getting ready to attempt to stand up again. Ashley moved over the top of my head and I had a straight line of sight up her skirt. There as plain as day I saw that she was wearing no panties and she had a penis and balls dangling. I sobered up quick. I sat up and shot her a look. She pulled me up. "No more napping get up Rick!" She leaned up and kissed me passionately. "I am having a fucking amazing time Rick. You are cool as hell, I would never have guessed." She whispered in my ear. I was stunned. I looked around, everyone was cheering that I had made it to my feet. A guy to my left handed me 2 beers and I downed them. The crowd and the music pushed the vision I had just seen out of my head. I went back to jumping around with everyone else. Ashley stayed with me. We danced and drank more. We were definitely drunk now. It was time for intermission before the main act so we made our way up the hill only getting halfway before we collapsed. We sat there and she climbed into my lap. "I want to fuck you right here in front of everyone. Im having a fucking amazing night! I needed this release!" She stood up in front of me and raised her skirt in front of my face. Her cock was hard and I looked at it completely stunned and jaw dropped. She lowered it over my head stuck her cock in my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved it as deep as she could. I gagged on it and with all the alcohol and jumping around I felt sick. I pushed her off of me and rolled over and up all the alcohol came. I rolled back over and passed out on the lawn. She stayed there with me. She fell asleep soon afterward and we slept through the main headliner. Many drunks passed out on the lawn and slept the night there. We did too. Way to drunk to drive on this night. I woke up first the next morning. I had cottonmouth and alcohol breath but felt halfway decent. I noticed right away the my body was sore and bruised. My arms had cuts from all the moshing I had done. I couldn't remember everything. Ashley was right there with me just starting to stir. She was moaning. She was going to be hung-over for sure. "Ugh. Oh. Ugh. My head hurts." she moaned. I could tell she felt bad. I helped her to her feet and we made it up the hill. Up there they had bathrooms and she went into the women's to get her release. I proceeded to the men's and took my morning piss. I walked out and waited for her on the bench. I looked back down at the hill. I looked over all the drunk people still sleeping and some who were trying to get up the hill. Ashley came out of the bathroom gave me a slight smile and then we went to my truck. Once in the truck she laid back and covered her eyes. I cranked up and started driving towards the house. Along the way she looked over at me and started talking quietly. "Did you enjoy the concert last night? I can't remember most of it. I haven't been this torn up in long time!" She cut a slight smile. I could tell she didn't feel too good. "Yea I enjoyed it. I don't remember a lot of it either. I have never been in a mosh pit like that before. They beat the hell out of me. But I did a number on some of them too." I laughed. I remembered that and finally falling down and her climbing on top of me to let out her lioness roar. And then it hit me, she had a cock. She hadn't worn any underwear at all last night. I saw it when she climbed over me. I looked over at her. I couldn't believe it. She was so amazing to look at, even in her hung-over state. She couldn't have a cock. I was just messed up last night. She didn't have an adams apple or veins on her arms and hands. No manly jaw or bone structure. She was beautiful in everyway. Id say the most beautiful woman I had ever associated with. "You know Ashley, I must have hit my head hard last night." She looked over at me a little concerned. "Should you be driving then?" She seemed worried. "Im fine to drive, it's just, I thought I saw something last night. I'm just imagining it though." She shifted her posture and closed her legs some. I looked down at her legs and then back up at her. We gave each other a quick grin and she gave a half laugh. We talked very little until we arrived back at the apartment. I walked her up to her door. "Rick, I had a good time last night. I'm glad that we went. I am hung over though. I need to lay down. Can you keep the music down for a little bit?" She smiled. "I will see you later?" She had made a joke and was excusing herself. She had acted awkward since I mentioned seeing something in the truck. "Yea. Yea I will keep the music down. Go ahead and lie down take it easy. I look forward to talking some more later." I cut her a smile. We had had a very fun time. She turned to walk in the door. I turned and walked down the front steps and walked over to mine. I unlocked the door and started to step in when she opened the screen door again and leaned out at me. "Rick... is there anything that we need to talk about from last night? Is everything ok between us?" She looked anxious about the whole thing. I breathed in and looked up. I saw a cock between her legs. Right now wasn't the time to discuss it though. I looked back over at her and smiled. "Ashley everything is ok. We both had a great time and I hope we can be friends. I think it was good for us to get out and cut loose. Now go lie down and get some rest so that you can get passed your hang over." She smiled and went on inside and so did I. I went and laid down and thought over the night before. I decided to prep for work upcoming Monday morning. After all I needed my A game for the inmates. A New Place, A New Time, A New Life Janie: The relief washed over me as I spotted the top of my house through the trees as I pulled into the cul-de-sac. I had just endured another brutal day at work, filled with my boss' and my co-workers' sexual innuendos and veiled advances. I work as a secretary in an attorney's office, ironic, huh? My husband died a little over five years ago, and I was his personal secretary in his own private practice for several years. He died suddenly, and my son and I were devastated. My husband of two decades was gone, I had never been on my own, and even though he had insurance that paid the mortgage off, left me with a huge sum of cash and a trust fund set up for my son, I felt that I needed to continue working in order to keep my sanity. I was nearing 46 years of age, and I really didn't look it. My husband used to refer to me as his "Trophy Wife", and would treat me as so, thoughtfully lavishing me with little gifts and trinkets, and I kept my body up for him. I was the tallest in my family at 5'11" (even my Dad was shorter!), and I sported a natural 38DD with fair Nordic features and long, straight blonde hair. My husband used to describe me as his "Living Pin-Up Doll" due to my womanly, soft curves. Even after his death, I kept up my workouts and stayed in shape. Since I had moved on to his best friends practice as his assistant, I endured major harassment. He always told me that I should find someone to fuck, that I didn't want to forget how! I finally had enough of the office, and him, and I told him to fuck off and that I quit, and don't be surprised if a harassment suit wouldn't follow. I pulled into the drive about three hours earlier than normal, and my son Ian's friend's car was there. I instantly fumed because the grass wasn't cut, edged, or trimmed. I stomped into the house to find my son and his pal playing video games and sucking down beers. "Hey, Janie!" Rob, Ian's friend smiled. "Hey Ma, why are you so early?" "Why is nothing done around this place, huh? Do you think that I run a goddamn rent free boarding house?" I nearly screamed. "Relax, Mom! Its a thousand degrees outside! I usually get things done right before you get home; I was just waiting for the sun to go down a little, Cripes!" I stood there, hands on my hips, leg cocked out at an angle glaring at them, then, I burst into tears. "I am so sorry, boys! I quit my job today." Both boys were silent as I sobbed quietly, I am sure that they were both embarrassed by my dual outbursts, which I could completely understand. "What happened, mom?" "I've just had too much, what with all of their little innuendos and sexual jokes, I am just going to enjoy what your father left for me to enjoy from now on." "Good for you, Janie!" Rob soothed me. "I am sorry. I'll make it up to y'all; let me cook dinner for you both...please." I rubbed the tears from my eyes, mortified from my outburst. "Sure, Ma, that would be great!" I turned and headed to my room but not before I saw them exchange a perplexed glance in the hall mirror. Ian: My Dad, my best friend, died abruptly when I was 19 and a sophomore in college, his dream was for the both of us to practice law together in his office in Dallas, and he was a little disappointed when I had decided to go towards another field, but, I had decided at the last minute to become a lawyer to honor my father. Now here I was, a top TCU grad, and SMU School of Law alumnus, just like him. Now, all that I had to do was pass the bar and I was off to Miami to a cushy law firm that had offered me a damn good career opportunity. I had moved back in with my mother after I graduated college so that I could concentrate on passing the bar, at her behest. She went to work for my dad's best friend about six months after his death, and I really resented it. I could remember the way that this guy would openly ogle my mom, disrespecting her and my father, some best friend, huh? I knew that some shit was going on with her just because of the way that she would come home, seemingly beaten down and in a bad mood, which was quite the contrast from the time that my dad was still with us. I could honestly say that I had never heard them argue, or say cross words to each other. Most of the time they would chase each other around like school kids, giggling and always touching each other. At night, there were many times that I would be awoken by the sound of my mom's epic orgasms. I begged her to quit her job, I knew that dad left her in the money, but she always said that she would go nuts being home all of the time. My best friend from high school, Rob, was in town on leave from the military, and he and I were playing video games on our downstairs big screen. "I think that I heard a car in the drive." Rob said. "I suuuure hope that it's your mom!" "Eat shit!" I snarled. Rob was the only person that I would let get away with remarks about my mother. She was to be 46 in a couple of months and I swear that she doesn't even look like she could be thirty. The best way to describe her would be to imagine a Swedish supermodel, tall, platinum blonde hair (natural, mind you), fair skin, blue eyes, and a monster rack. O.K, don't think that I am weird for just saying that, but it is really hard not to notice an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman, even if she is your mother. I will admit to you too that late at night, I have masturbated thinking of her. She came to the landing on the stair and I knew that she was pissed. She had he leg cocked out, hands on her hips and nostrils flaring. "What the Hell is going on? Are you too lazy to do any housework or cut the grass?" She bellowed. "Whoa, mother!" I retorted, "Rob came in from out of town and besides, it IS damn hot outside, I was going to finish it up when the sun went down!" "I am sorry," Mom's shoulders slumped, "Rob, it is good to see you again, sweetheart! Mom gave Rob a hug and when he turned about he made his eyes go wide and smiled from ear to ear. "I quit at work today, I was tired of all of the bullshit, so, I am a permanent house lady!" "And the most beautiful, I might add!" Rob sucked up so well sometimes. Mom kissed him on his cheek and he turned beet red. "You were always so sweet, darling!" Mom cooed. "I will make dinner for y'all tonight, steak and shrimp." She turned and fled upstairs, in a much better mood than when she came in the house. "Dude, your mom gets hotter every time I see her!" Rob prattled. "Shut the fuck up!" "C'mon, Ian, really, we have been best friends for 20 years, and I could never figure out how you can do it!" "Do what, dude?" "Like, not spy on her when she is changing, or...other...things." "AHHHHH! She's my mom!" "I think that the Hotness Factor would override that aspect. Ian, do you ever, uh, see her naked?" Rob leaned in toward Ian, eyes wide. "Hell no! She might walk around here in a short robe or skimpy clothes, but I never thought of it in that way." I lied to him. "Let's go, bro. Help me with the lawn and mom will cook for us." I was glad to have that conversation over. Janie: Dinner went well, I cooked up some steaks and grilled shrimp kabobs, and it does a woman well to have two strapping young men devour a meal that you prepared. Things were kind of strange while we ate dinner, it seems like the two of them were exchanging little jokes between themselves all night, and I could swear that I caught Rob and Ian glancing at me. I offered to watch a movie with them after they helped me with the dishes, and Rob was all for it, but Ian said that they were going out on the town and had to get going, so, I soaked in a bubble bath and headed for bed. The next day was gorgeous, and I had the house to myself so I decided to take a quick dip in the pool and catch up on my tan. I chose a two piece thong bikini that I would never wear around my son, it had two small triangles that barely covered my nipples and if I wasn't completely shaved down there, even the tiniest bit of pubic thatch would peek out. I knew that when Ian and Rob got together, they partied hard, so I didn't expect him back before dinner, so, I tied my hair back, took off my top and began to soak up the rays. I didn't even feel myself drift off to sleep. Ian: "Uhhh, did someone see that cat?" I asked groggily. A muffled sound came from the bed next to me. "What cat?" Rob answered. "The one that shit in my mouth!" We broke off into a giggle fit, the kind that you have no idea what is so funny, you just can't stop laughing. "Hey, darling..." I shook the girl sleeping next to me into a semi-awake state. "I gotta get going!" She offered up her tightly puckered lips to me, which I brushed with mine absently. "Call me." She hoarsely whispered before turning away, the blanket falling off of her, exposing her naked back. The bright sun made me wince as I stepped from the hotel room. Rob and I partied like rock stars last night, and man! That guy could pull the women! The last place that we hit was a club called Insomnia, and we both got lucky and met two hot chicks that were more than willing to shack up with us. That was a wild night of crazy sex, we swapped women back and forth and fucked into we all four just passed out. I waved to him as I walked out the door while his girl was polishing his lollipop. My thoughts ranged as I drove home, Rob had started me thinking about my mother, and that made me feel weird. She looked great at dinner last night and Rob constantly lavished her with praise. I knew that she thought that we were up to something. I parked at the curb and trudged up the lawn. The blast of icy air from the A/C felt great against my body. Thirsty, I grabbed water from the fridge and popped the top, downing it all in seconds. Turning, I went to throw the empty bottle away and froze in my tracks. My mom was lying out. Topless. I turned my head quickly, feeling myself blush furiously knowing that I shouldn't look, but helpless not to. She laid there, her giant mounds pointing up to the sky, nipples at full mast, her body coated with oil. I quietly placed the bottle in the trash and bounded upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest like a jackhammer on a city street. I went to my bedroom, which just happens to afford a great view of the deck of the pool and peeked out the window at her. Luckily, she hadn't moved, and I could make her body out perfectly. She had her pretty toes painted a nice clear gloss and her long legs were slightly apart, allowing me to see her barely covered mound. Geez, her bikini bottom, if that is what you would call it, hugged her sex like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. Bald, I bet myself. There seemed to be a mile of skin from the top of her bikini bottom to her belly button. I watched, fascinated, while her flat belly showed the signs of shallow breathing. It was an image that would last me forever. My eyes crawled up her glistening body, soaking up every detail. Her tits were big, capped by tiny, light pink areolas that led to small, erect nipples. I nearly felt ashamed by standing there watching her, but I was too far-gone to look away. My erection throbbed in my shorts, and even after abusing it for hours that morning with a helluva wild fuck, I released my member and began stroking it, transfixed. A scant few seconds later, my buttocks seized and before I could grab a shirt to catch my spunk, I shot a copious stream of man chowder halfway across the room. I couldn't stop myself, I furiously pounded my hard cock until I was drained, discharging volley after volley of liquid seed, the whole time I didn't take my eyes off of my mother's nearly nude form. Embarrassed, I hurriedly cleaned up and stole a last glance at my mom. She hadn't moved. Could she be asleep? Damn, she was going to burn like crazy; I raced downstairs, making sure that I made lots of noise, hoping to roust her. Janie: My first thoughts were that I was very warm, although there was a light breeze blowing across the pool directly on to me. Then, I became very alarmed when I realized that my son was in the kitchen, banging pots and pans around. Shit! I was naked, or may as well have been! How long had he been there? I hurriedly put my top back on, shit! I had fallen asleep and I could feel my skin crisping up. I stood up and wrapped a towel around myself just as he walked out on the deck. "Damn, Mom! You scared the Hell out of me!" Ian jumped back convincingly. "I didn't know that you were here!" "I must have fallen asleep, how long have you been here?" I asked, trying not to sound accusatory. "Long enough to change into my trunks, it sure is hot out here, a swim would be great! Join me?" "Uh, maybe in a minute, your old mom is not wearing an appropriate enough suit to be swimming with her son!" "Old, Hell!" Ian smiled from ear to ear. "You would make any man's eyes pop out of their heads, c'mon, race ya in?" I noticed that when he said that, he initially acted like he didn't mean to say it and worse yet, I got a chill from it. I contemplated declining his invite, not only from feeling shy due to my skimpy suit, but, looking at him, swim trunks on; I felt a longing from deep within me that I hadn't felt in five years. Since he had moved back in with me, I almost viewed him as just a man instead of my son. I lusted after him long into the night when my fingers would find their way to my burning sex spot. Ian was powerfully built and nearly six two, which he got from his dad. Tow head blonde and muscular, he had a deep; even tan that accentuated the cuts in his physique. His shorts hung low on his waist, the V in his obliques pointed toward... "Mom!" I jumped slightly. "You O.K? Too much sun?" "No, not at all, you just look like your dad, that's all." "We both miss him alot, Ma." Ian whispered tenderly. What the heck, I decided; I shucked my towel and raced the few steps to the pool. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" I shrieked. Ian: The only things that weren't covered by mom's beach towel were from her her shins down, and I could see them turning a nice shade of pink already. She would be hurting later, but I didn't think anything of that when she tossed the towel down and dove into the pool. "Holy shit, where did you get that at?" I stood there, open-mouthed. "Do you like it?" She stood up in thigh deep water, hands on her hips, posing. "Wow." Was all that I could muster. It was a blue 'Slice Bikini' (image search it, you'll like it!) that left very little to the imagination. Her giggle snapped me back to attention and I dove in, trying to clear my head of the thought of my mother, racing to the edge of the pool, her tiny, firm butt bouncing to and fro, the blue string thong just calling to me. Janie: I'm not naive, I knew the effect that my deed would have, and I had a momentary tinge of regret. Ian seemed to shake it off and we swam for a long time together, culminating in a splash fest that had us both giggling like little kids, it was a nice time. Ian: "C'mere, Ma!" I had her lift her legs up into a squatting position and grabbed her feet, and then I exploded up, tossing her high into the air. "HUMAN SPRINGBOARD!" I screamed. She splashed down into the water and came up, laughing. "Again!" She whooped. I tossed her about for several minutes before I got too tired, then she thought that it would be fun to swim straight at me, then, at the last moment, execute a turn and use my chest as a push board. I noticed after a few times that when she would do the turn, she would get her ass close to my chest before she pushed off, and when she did, her cheeks parted slightly and I could see the faint wrinkles of her puckered little sphincter, and a little further 'south', the edges of what appeared to be her pussy lips that weren't hidden by her tiny thong! Unconsciously, I was now sporting a huge erection! Janie: It was time for me to get out of the pool and as a last bit; I ducked under the water and came up between Ian's legs. I was going to lift him up and dunk him really good this time. He parted his legs and I planted my feet on the bottom and pushed up with my legs, my son sitting on my shoulders when I realized that it wasn't such a good idea. I had been playing around with my boy, a red-blooded young man while wearing a skimpy, barely there bikini. His hard cock pressed through his trunks and against the side of my face like a stone. I knew that he was embarrassed, and I didn't want to add insult to injury, so I made no mention of it and told him that I was going to shower and pop in a movie. I need to repent. In the shower, I masturbated like I hadn't masturbated in years and all that I could think of was how big could my son's cock be? Ian: She took me by surprise when she lifted me up, and I was aghast because I knew my dick was right against her face. I don't think that she felt it, because she acted like nothing was wrong, Thank God. Janie: I had to pat myself dry after my shower due to my sunburn, and clothes irritated my skin. I grabbed a pair of silk jogging shorts and eased a tankini over my torso. Barefoot, I inched my way downstairs and lay on my back on the couch, feeling the heat from my baked skin. I heard the front door open and Ian walked in, some rented DVD's in hand and a small bag from the drugstore under his arm. "Action, comedy or horror?" He asked me, spreading the movies in his hands like playing cards. "Definitely horror. What else do you have?" I asked him. "Pure aloe vera. The pharmacist said that it will cool you down and make you more comfortable." "How sweet! I just can't bend down enough to get it on my legs. D'ya mind?" "Nah, not at all, ma." Ian gathered some snacks and a couple of drinks for us and I lifted my legs up so that my thighs were on his and my butt rested inches from his thigh. The lights were off and the movie started. Ian: My heart nearly leapt into my throat when mom asked me to rub the aloe on her. I think that my cock was still protesting how I abused it after we were playing in the pool, but I could feel the stirrings in my loins as my mother laid on the couch, tight tank top that hugged her round breasts and tiny little running shorts. I thought about dead puppies and world catastrophes. It wasn't working. Janie: I almost laughed out loud as Ian began to put the lotion on my legs, he was so nervous. He reminded me at that moment so much of his father. The icy cool aloe felt so good on my skin as he rubbed it on my feet and up towards my calves. Unknowingly, I let out a soft moan and shifted my legs in his lap and my calf came into contact with a steel rod. Ian's hand froze and he gasped slightly. It was nearly three years after the death of my husband before I began to get sexual feelings again, and earlier today in the pool was the first time that I had been in contact with a hard cock in five years, and I liked it, damned as I may be, I liked it. Ian: I couldn't help myself as I rubbed my mothers' legs with the healing lotion. I began to sport an enormous erection and I did what I could to not let her feel it. "Am I heavy?" She had asked. "You are squirming around alot!" "Uh, no Ma," I lied to her, "You know how I am during horror movies!" I felt myself flush as a grin crept over her face. Just then, she let out a low moan and shifted her legs on my lap and my engorged cock jumped up and brushed her calf. I held my breath and tried not to bring attention to it, I would have to disappear off of the face of the earth if she mentioned it, I was so embarrassed. My eyes snapped open wide when she pushed down with her leg right on my sensitive head. "Ian, my legs feel so good now, will you do my thighs?"