Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Mom Does Anything:>Ep41

I went upstairs and returned downstairs faster than Mom had, wearing my gray board shorts and nothing else. Jenna arrived a minute later, wearing a loose white T-shirt over her bikini bra and a beach towel around her hips. As soon as she entered the house, she un-tucked her beach towel and showed me the front of her small bikini panties--it was a red thong that just allowed the outermost sides of her fat labia to show.

She spun around, whipping her towel to her left side and showing off the thong running between the firm cheeks of her bubble butt. The nylon was thick enough to cover her crack and the inward sloping sides of her cheeks. It narrowed at her perineum, then widened against her pussy, holding her muff-meat so tightly that it outlined her every cunny fold. She reminded me of those Japanese massage videos where some perverted masseuse drips oil all over the pussy of the woman he was about to molest.

"That's hot," I said as Jenna spread her legs and bent over at the waist.

"Do you think your mother's going to get mad?" she asked.

"Don't know," I said. "It's a bikini, and she said to put on your bikini."

"I know," Jenna said, turning around. "She didn't say a bathing suit, or one-piece--which she knows I have--she said, 'Bikini."

"As long as we're not fooling around." I grabbed Jenna's hand. "Let's get outside before my mom comes down." I pulled Jenna through the house. "Oh, and she's going to chaperone us."

"You're kidding!"

I laughed as I led Jenna into our backyard.

on her heavy breasts, leaving all but her nipples and areolas bare, and

you think she'll say about my top?" Jenna had asked me before my mother

rock-hard nubs capping her tits. They weren't as long as Mom's diamond cutters, but they were thicker, and my mouth watered as I thought about taking one of them into

reaction to Jenna's bikini faded away the moment we saw my mother. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, had her lotion in one hand and her towel in the other, and was wearing something that could have been a bikini if companies made bikinis out of dental

strings with triangle cups that left three-quarters of her tits bare. The tiny bra strings wrapped around her sides, connecting in the back, and below her waist, she wore a pair of matching panties, with two nylon waistbands riding her hips while a tiny, triangular patch of cloth slid vertically down between her legs, cupping her inner lips and barely covering the inward folds of her outer lips--which left so much of her pussy meat bare. Half

lounge chair to the right of the pool. "I'm going to

and shoulders, and then her chest, stomach, and breasts, her fingers cupping the exposed portions of her tits with a soft caress. Mom did her thighs next, opening her legs and running her hands between them, from her ankles

sound of my voice a whisper

said when Mom stood and did her backside, though she stood facing us. "Is she trying to

with her legs spread and the swells of her pussy pressing against her G-string. The exposed portions of her labia flowed into her thighs with a natural

know, but it's working," I said, shrugging again. "We better behave

Jenna growled.

smile and dove sideways into the water. Our swimming lasted about five minutes before Jenna said, "Let's get some sun. Do you

rub lotion on

do whatever you wish," Mom said. "Just

asked, stepping in front of Jenna so she

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