Mark and Max were relaxing by the pool already when Angela and Kitty made their entrance. The late afternoon sun warmed the wooden deck. The golden brilliant light made the well-designed gardens around the pool seem like a scene from a fairy tale.
Max had been wondering just what his mother was getting up to with his new girlfriend. They had been gone for quite some time. He had never before imagined that his straitlaced mother, his sweet suburban Mom might be into some of the stuff he had seen on the internet, but this week had changed his views on a number of things. Even while he carried on a lively conversation about the NFL with his host, his mind was filled with illicit images of the two of them together.
"Hi, guys," came his mother's voice from the deck. Both men looked over at the back door of the house. The two women sashayed towards them. Each looked gorgeous, and yet, in his heart, Max was a little disappointed. This was hardly the outrageous appearance he had anticipated.
Although Kitty was wearing a string bikini, it was nothing that you would call out of place on a family beach. And Angela, his Mom, had a boring old one-piece swimsuit. Maybe nothing had happened upstairs. Maybe nothing was going to happen tonight.
"Hey, sweetie," Angela said to her son, leaning over to kiss him gently on the cheek. It was at that point that he caught a whiff of something musky, something familiar, arousing, coming off of her... face? She pulled back, and winked.
"Just a little idea of what's to come," she whispered. Max' mind went blank for a second as he registered that he had just smelled his girlfriend's juices on his mother's face. That could only mean...
Angela laughed to herself as she went to sit on an empty beach chair next to Mark. He was certainly a handsome man, she mused. That would make the rest of the plan easier.
"Max, you look as if someone had just goosed you," giggled Kitty, sitting next to her boyfriend. He blinked and looked over at her.
"Goosed? Me?" He shook his head, smiling. "I think we both know who's been goosed, girl." He waggled his eyebrows, and guffawed when she blushed.
"Meanie," she smiled, and punched him in the arm. "Put some sunscreen on my back, 'kay?"
She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and then lay on her stomach, handing him the bottle. He squirted some into his hands, rubbing them together. Casually, she reached behind her and untied her top behind the neck and in the middle of her back. She pulled it out from under her, lying there in front of the three others in just her little string bikini bottom.
He palmed her slim back with both of his hands, greasy from the sunscreen. Slipping his hands around in circles, he slowly massaged the firm muscles, kneading and caressing in equal measure.
Mark watched his daughter getting oiled up by her new boyfriend, and his mouth went dry. Oh, the things I could do in that situation, he thought. What I could see! So much to touch.
"Mark, would you be so kind to do me the same favor?" Angela laughed to herself as he flushed, turning to her. She kept a calm demeanor however, and turned to lie on her stomach like Kitty. Carelessly, she pulled the shoulder straps of her dowdy one-piece down her arms and off her hands. As if modest, she held the sides of the swimsuit to her breasts as she got herself comfortable. Then, she let her arms dangle off of the sides.
Mark looked in some confusion at the semi-naked body in front of him. He had to be careful here not to let his excitement over his daughter's body interfere with politeness. This was the wife of a man in whose business he had major interests. He couldn't let anything get out of hand.
With trembling hands, he squirted some oil into his palms and approached Angela's slight frame. Her skin felt hot under his touch, and he found himself marveling at its softness.
Meanwhile, Max was having a grand time. His hands had spread all over Kitty's back, and he worked up the sides now. His touch was firm so as not to tickle her. He went over her ribs, feeling each groove, and then felt the underside of her breasts. They had looked so enticing, so lovely in the restaurant, their symmetry without blemish. He had not had the chance to touch them then. Now he did.
Kitty warmed to his touch. He was so wonderful with his fingers, so knowing. And when he confidently came up her sides, she lifted her torso slightly so his fingers could dip underneath. How exciting it was to know that her boyfriend was feeling her up with her father only feet away.
Max' hands cupped each tit lovingly, rubbing his fingers across her nipples. They were heavy, full in his hands, filling each palm completely. He was hard in his trunks, and he made sure he was turned away from his mother and Kitty's Dad. He couldn't help but push against the outside of Kitty's thigh with his erection.
"Mmmm," she purred. She was in heaven, such exciting times, all in one day. "Don't ever stop that, Max."
"Why should I, Kitty?"
"I don't know. Maybe because my Dad's right over there?"
"I think he's got his own hands full at the moment," Max joked. Kitty looked up at him, then lifted up on her elbows to look over at her father.
Mark was unsure of himself, and that was an unusual place for him to be. On the one hand, Angela had invited him to put the sunscreen on him. On the other hand, all of her signals were of a friend, properly covering herself. And yet, her tits bulged out on each side of her torso, and she was wriggling under his touch like a kitten. Every time he approached territory that should have been forbidden, she sighed happily.
And like a well-trained terrier, he found himself with his fingers caressing the sides of her breasts, smoothing the oil over areas best left untouched. And, like his young male compatriot, he was hard. Hard as steel in his trunks.
"Ooooh, Mark," Angela sighed, her eyes closed. "You have a lovely touch."
Max and Kitty shared a glance, and the girl giggled. Max squeezed her breasts warningly, his eyebrows raised. She stifled her laugh and rolled her eyes.
"Your Mom is too much," she whispered, before settling down again. "Don't forget to put sunscreen on my ass, right?"
Max' heart leaped. What an invitation. He quickly got the bottle from beside Mark and put more lotion in his hands. Mark was too caught up in his own ministrations to take much notice of the others.
With smooth caresses, Max started on his girlfriend's upper thighs. The approach to her ass was outstandingly sexy. Each leg rose up to the butt cheek in a sweet curve, a continuation of line from knee to the peak of the ass. Max let his fingers linger on their way up to tease at the tender skin between her thighs.
"Nice, sweetie," Kitty murmured. His hands swept up to hold each cheek in his grasp. It was incredible to be fondling this girl right in front of her father. He suddenly wanted, needed Mark to know what was going on. Deliberately, he pushed the bottle off of the lawn chair so it spun across the deck.
"Oh, Mark," he said, absent-mindedly. "Could you get that for me?"
"Uh, what? Oh. Sure, Max." Kitty couldn't believe Max' audacity. How would her father react? She wanted and didn't want to know. Max' fingers were under her bikini bottom, frankly massaging her ass with his strong fingers.
