Throwing my book bag on the sofa, I grabbed my swimsuit. Until college, school was over for me, and now our backyard pool called.
Mom must have heard its siren's call too, for she was already stretched out on a towel covered float, her favorite wine at hand, working on her tan. I hesitatedβdid I really see her rubbing her pussy? I did! My mom was actually rubbing her nubbin.
I shouldn't be surprised; Dad, a nuclear sub sailor, still had two months to go on his latest six month deployment. Mom must be getting horny as hell about now.
I wasn't helping much either. Starting a month after he left, I gave in to my Oedipus complex and began openly flirting with Mom. She wasn't receptive at first, but last night, while I helped her with the dishes, she let me push my cock against her ass without pulling awayβtime to step up my game.
Her hand jerked away when I noisily approached with a bottle of sunscreen. "Let me rub some of this on you," I said. "Can't have you getting sunburn."
"Good...get my back." She turned on her stomach. Her slurred words testified that she started happy hour early.