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.

darkened as the water seeped into its fabric. The cups sat low-cut on her heavy breasts, leaving all but her nipples and areolas bare, and it wasn't big enough to hide

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

eyes to the rock-hard nubs capping her tits. They weren't as long as Mom's diamond

bikini faded away the moment we saw my mother. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses, had her lotion in one hand

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 of her bright, blonde landing strip lay above the low-slung waistline of her bikini panties, and Jenna's eyes widened at the sight of those

cool off," Mom said as she sat in a lounge chair to the right of the pool.

with her arms 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

I thought, the sound of

though she

hips, and turned her sideways to Mom; then I looked to my right, where Mom lay with her legs spread and the swells of her

working," I said, shrugging again. "We

Jenna growled.

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

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behave yourselves, you can do whatever you wish," Mom said. "Just remember

I asked, stepping in front of Jenna so she couldn't see me smiling at my

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