Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep9

I stepped through the dining room's swinging glass doors and into the sun, the rays of light warming my skin on contact. No shirt covered my upper body, but a white towel hung over my left shoulder, and a pair of colorful boardshorts circled my waist. I had chosen the shorts that Jenna had bought me. They hung low enough on my hips that if I hadn't trimmed my pubic hairs, more than a few curls would have poked out over the waistband. Mom didn't like them--not when Jenna was around, and Jenna's fingers had a tendency to glide across my skin, but maybe that would change now that we were alone. If Mom could show off, then why couldn't I? (It had taken some effort to pull those shorts from their drawer and slide them up my legs.)

Next to the pool, opposite the granite wall, there was a row of white-cushioned lounge chairs and small glass tables. That's where I found Mom. She lay on her back, with a white tennis visor on her head and sunglasses over her eyes. Her skin didn't shine with lotion, and my heartbeat did a double-thump as soon as I saw that. She wore a small, red bikini top over her breasts, the kind made of strings that wrapped around her back and hooked over her shoulders, around her neck. The cups were half-moons that cut an angle across her breasts, covering her nipples but leaving the inner swells and the sides of her tits exposed.

I wanted to whistle. I had never seen my mother wear a top that exposed so much of her tit-flesh, and yet, I had to hide a sigh. I don't know why I had thought that Mom would have worn less, but I had hoped. Did she think a bikini would keep me from running off to Jenna after her teasing today? And as if she wanted me to run off to Jenna, around her waist, she was wearing a mid-thigh length, white, semi-transparent wraparound skirt. A skirt? Damn it!

"It took you long enough to get down here," Mom said. "I was about to go inside after you."

"Ah, well," I said and shrugged. "I was just picking out my suit."

"I see," Mom said. Behind her glasses, I couldn't tell where her eyes had fallen on my body.

I walked over to her and dropped my towel on the chair next to hers. I was about to sit down when she said, "How about a quick dip?"

said as the hairs on my body

Before I could decipher whether she was wearing a G-string or a thong, she unwrapped her skirt, revealing a thick red thong running through

damn it, but my father was a

though my mother wasn't

Mom laughed. "No tan lines." She turned

lord, yes--yes,

were maybe a quarter-inch thick, biting into her skin a tad, giving her slenderness a faint bulge above and below her waistline. In front, they swept down the cut of her hips to the V of her crotch, where they connected to a red, triangular patch of cloth that didn't quite cover my mother's vanilla pie. A

a slow rate--slow enough

"Mark?" Mom asked.

stretching the nylon fibers forward and sideways, threatening to rip

"It's breathtaking," I whispered.

the rest of the summer." She breathed in, shivering, and then out, the sound trembling in the air. "And if things go well, maybe you can help me

her lounge chair and turned away, walking toward the pool with her butt cheeks rolling and her long legs slipping one in front of the other with each step. As I drooled over her ass, my

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