All the characters depicted in this story are 18 or over.
Steven's mom Andrea, his aunt Tracey and their friend Lillian had been out in the backyard for a couple of hours, sitting around the pool and drinking martinis. They were all quite flushed and the conversation and the laughter had been getting raunchier and louder as the afternoon progressed. The women were in and out of the pool and there was lots of curvaceous flesh jiggling and swim suit adjusting going on, all of which was very distracting for Andrea's son.
Steven had been cutting the grass but he had also been sneaking peaks at the scantily clad older women as he marched back and forth across the yard. The three ladies were all in their late thirties and in very good shape. They all hung out at the same health club where they exercised daily. His aunt Tracey and his mom were both striking blondes with hour glass figures. His mom, Andrea was wearing a white bikini that struggled to contain her voluptuous curves. Tracey was wearing tight shorts and a largely unbuttoned shirt that was tied off at her bared waist. Their friend Lillian was a couple of years older. She was a striking red-head and was wearing a shear yellow wrap over a black one piece swim suit. The suit was just a few strips of satin that criss-crossed over her melon sized breasts and through her crotch, barely covering her most intriguing parts.
Steven, being a typical eighteen year old, was having a hard time keeping his eyes off the women fooling around. He was fascinated by all that barely covered female anatomy and he had an aching hard-on to prove it. It was hot and he was wearing a pair of baggy track shorts that fortunately hid his embarrassing condition. But his attention wasn't going unnoticed. There were a number of smiling glances directed his way followed by whispered remarks then gales of laughter. Steven wasn't sure that they were talking about him but he was uncomfortable at the thought that they might be.
He tried to stop staring as he walked behind the stand-up bar at the far end of the pool. There was a fridge there and Steven got himself a Pepsi. As he stood next to the fridge he saw Lillian say something to his mom. Then she got up and headed towards him. She walked like a model, confidently striding with one foot in front of the other until she reached him. She sat down at the bar, pulled off her thin wrap and let it fall across the back of the stool behind her. She leaned a little bit towards Steven and smiled as his eyes were drawn to the beckoning cleavage between her creamy breasts. She shifted in her chair to make her generous boobs ripple and was rewarded by a stifled gasp from her friend's staring son. Steven stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes riveted to Lillian's chest.
"See something you like?..." she asked the boy casually.
"I!...Ahhhh!...I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson!..." Steven stammered, turning a scarlet red as he yanked his eyes up to see the red head watching him with an amused expression.
"Don't apologize Steven! I'll take that as a compliment. Would you get me a diet Coke please!..."
Steven immediately turned to the bar fridge to get Mrs. Anderson her drink. He rummaged around for a few moments and said without looking...
"We don't seem to have any!..."
The next thing he knew he was enveloped in a cloud of Mrs. Anderson's exotic perfume as she came up behind him. He caught his breath as she pressed against him from behind. She reached around his waist and into the fridge to try and find her drink.
As she did so she leaned heavily into Steven, making sure to thrust her conical breasts into his back.
"There were a couple in here earlier!...They must be here somewhere!..." she murmured in his ear as she squirmed against him under the pretext of trying to find her drink.
"Ohhh!...I!...I didn't see any!..." Steven whispered as the press of Mrs. Anderson's generous curves aroused him. He slowly stood up straight to ease the pressure on his cock as his mother's friend writhed against him.
Lillian was enjoying teasing her friend's son. He had a wonderfully athletic young body and Lillian purred happily as she ground herself against him. She closed the door of the fridge, turned slightly and nudged Steven towards the bar. She was directly behind him as he faced the two other women at the other end of the pool. Lillian placed one hand on his shoulder as she brought her other hand around his waist from behind.
"Wait a minute!.." she said as she casually slid her palm across the front of his shorts. She smiled as she felt Steven suck in his breath.
"I think I've found something!..." she said, pressing her palm warmly over Steven's growing erection.
"Ohhhhh....Ahhhhh!...Mrs. Anderson!..." the red faced young man gasped, too embarrassed to even turn around and look at the woman who was groping him so outrageously.
"Ohhh!...Ahhh!...Steven!..." Lillian teased, mimicking her friend's son as she slid her hand up and down over the length of his rapidly stiffening tool.
"Mmmm!...That's not a can of diet Coke in your pocket is it honey?..." the sultry red-head asked as she fondled him through his baggy shorts.
"Whattt?...Ohhh my God!..." Steven moaned again as his mother's friend kneaded his tumescent flesh. He bent over a little at the waist, shyly trying to evade Mrs. Anderson's provocative touch. But the wanton older woman just reached in further and closed her hand on his responsive cock through his shorts.
"Ohhhh!..." was Steven's immediate strangled response.
"That's quite a hard-on you've got there young man!... What could have gotten you so excited?... It's not little old me is it?..." Lillian asked.
"Can I ask you a question honey?...Your mother thinks you've been going through her underthings... you know... her bras and her panties!...That would only be natural at your age!...Have you been browsing through your mother's underwear Steven?..."
Steven groaned miserably and flushed a brilliant crimson at Mrs. Anderson's question. He had in fact just a few days ago taken a pair of his mother's panties, which he had hidden in his closet after he had used them to masturbate. He couldn't believe that his mother might have noticed they were missing and told her friend about it.
Lillian noticed his embarrassed reaction to her question and smiled as she slipped her hand up through the loose leg opening of Steven's shorts and clasped his throbbing erection in her hand.
"Noooo!...I didn'ttt!....Unnnnnnn!....Unnnnnn!..." the young man whimpered in embarrassed excitement.
"I'll bet you've been jacking off with your mother's panties haven't you Steven?...The little black ones with the lace trim!...You have, haven't you?...What a naughty boy!...My panties are in the change room...Should I go get them?..." Lillian teased, her shoulder flexing rhythmically as she worked Steven over with practiced skill.
"Unnnn!....Unnn!...Ohhhh!...Please!... Mrs. Anderson!...You're going to make me come if you keep doing that!....Ahhhh!...I don't think I can hold it!..." Steven cried, not knowing what his mother's friend's response would be if he came in her hand. But he still couldn't help himself from thrusting himself in and out of her rhythmically shuttling palm!
"Are you going to come so quickly dear!...I think that's sweet!...You're close aren't you baby?...Very close!...Ummm Hmmm!...And that's good because here comes your aunt!..."
