It was the summer after my high school graduation. I was staying at my best friend John’s house. Him and his mom lived together in a one-story house with a pool in the back. Even though John and I grew up together, it was hard not to think of his mom in a sexual way. She was about 5’5”, 135 lbs. And, even though in her mid-thirties, she had perky 34D breasts. Her hair was light brown and her eyes were an alluring emerald green. She had these pouty lips men fantasize about and these lovely legs that ended in these well-kept feet. She was a knockout.
I guess it all started the morning she noticed me. When at John’s house, I would sleep on the sofa bed. Since it was the summer, I had kicked off the sheets in the middle of the night from the heat. That morning, I woke up with Janice standing over me in a light blue terrycloth robe. At first, all I noticed was how her robe was showing some of her cleavage. I then shook my head and realized that she was telling me that she made waffles for breakfast. I nodded and said thank you as she started to walk away. As she did so, she looked at me and I noticed that she wasn’t looking at my face. I looked down and saw that she was looking at the tent that formed in my boxers. She then smiled and left the room.
The next afternoon, the three of us decided to take a swim in the pool. Janice came into the backyard wearing a red bikini top that looked like it was struggling to keep her breasts in and a red thong that really showed off her shapely, tanned thighs and her firm, round ass. We swam for about an hour before she got out and lay down on a lawn chair. She picked up a bottle of suntan lotion from under her chair and started rubbing it on her legs and thighs. She then moved up to her arms and chest. I couldn’t help but watch her breasts jiggle as she rubbed the lotion into them. She then laid back and put on a pair of sunglasses. About fifteen minutes later, John said he was going in to shower off. After he went in, Pamela called to me, “Adrian, can you do me a favor sweetie?”
“Sure, Ms. G. What can I do for you?”
“Can you lotion my back for me?”
I stammered an okay as I climbed out of the pool. While I approached her, she looked at me as she untied the back of her top, using her arms to keep it against her breasts. She smiled as she noticed a bulge forming in my swimming shorts. She lay on her stomach, waiting for me. I took the bottle and poured some of the lotion into my hands. I heard her moan as I started to rub some f the lotion into her back. My cock was throbbing as my hands moved up and down her smooth back. As I finished and started to get up, she said, “You forgot a spot” and patted her ass. She turned around and must have seen the nervousness in my face, because she smiled and said, “I don’t bite.” I put some more lotion in my hands and started to massage her cheeks. My member felt ready to explode by the time I was finished.