It had been a good day, hell: it had been a good week! John was finally on his summer break. After a difficult semester of studying and a self-imposed restriction on drinking and partying, John had let loose and had gone out with his friends for the past five nights, drinking more than he should have, but enjoying it and not minding the morning hangovers too much. His secret was: wake as late as possible, eat a big breakfast - even if you don't want to - and spend the rest of the day by the pool, drinking lots of water.
And so he was laying on the lounge chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun and working on his tan. Once in a while, he liked to wipe to sweat from his stomach, enjoying the feeling of his strong ab muscles under his palms. He looked good and he knew it.
He heard a noise and looked up to see his mom walk out in her black bikini, heading for the pool. She smiled to him and slowly started to enter the water.
"My, it's warm!"
"Sure is, mom."
John smiled and went back to his reverie, wondering where he should go tonight. There was The Standard on Sunset or maybe the Bar Marmont or Daddy's. Heck, why not do the three of them? He smiled again and looked up, watching his mom swim in the pool. Without even realizing it, he started to look at her, not as his mother, but as a woman. And as such, she looked damn good. She had had John when she was only eighteen, but now, at the age of thirty-nine, she didn't look one day over thirty. She exercised a lot and ate healthy and it showed. Her legs were beautifully shaped, her thighs were long and well toned and her skin looked young and smooth and—
"What the hell am I doing?" He thought. "This is my mom!"
But he couldn't help admiring her body, looking at the muscles working while she swam. She looked up at him and smiled again, but this time John blushed. She also had a beautiful face. Full lips, a thin nose and almond-shaped eyes. And her short black hair cut in a bob looked beautiful.
John shook his head as if it would help him get rid of his thoughts and tried to think of tonight, but his mom's face kept popping up. And to his dismay he could feel some pre-cum on his hardening penis.
"You going out tonight?"
John almost gasped, surprised to hear his mom's voice so close to him. He looked up once more and saw her in front of him, smiling and drying herself off with her towel.
"Uhm, yeah, I think... Yeah."
She nodded and laid down on the lounge chair next to his. She got on her belly and undid her top piece, throwing it on the ground.
"You don't mind, do you? I don't want tan lines."
"Yeah, sure. I mean: no. Sure..."
She smiled and put her head on her arms, looking at her son. She couldn't be sure, but it looked like he had a hard-on. Could it be because of her? Probably not... But she had to know.
She turned around and sat up, looking at her son who tried not to look at her, not wanting to stare at her breasts. But it was too late. They were beautiful. Full, not too big, and firm looking. An eighteen year old's breasts. The nipples were hard and John wanted to touch them, badly. But he looked at the water instead.
His mom smiled, his penis had gotten bigger. So it was her! She still looked good enough to turn on a twenty-one year old boy! Even her son...
"Have you been working out?"
"Huh?"
She pointed to his flat stomach.
"Nice six pack, Johnny."
