This story was thought up, developed, and written purely from my warped imagination. WIth the probable millions of stories out there on this site and other sites, I have no doubt that there will be some resemblance to another story somewhere. It should be obvious to even the stupidest person that there is no possible way that I could have read every single story ever posted to every website. If you happen to have read another story that is similar. Don't bother commenting on it, as I simplify don't care.
Now, a word from Captain Obvious:
Hello, fellow perverts. Captain Obvious here. First off, this site is an erotica story website. That means that there is sexual content in this story. Also, this story is, as are pretty much all stories here, completely FICTIONAL. That means that they are not real and are completely derived from the author's vivid, if even perverted, imagination. IT ISN'T REAL, AND IT NEVER ACURALLY HAPPENED! Also, there are most likely parts of this story that may be beyond belief. Here's a hint as to how to deal with those parts - THIS IS FICTION IT IS NOT REAL. Just suspend your really for a few brief minutes and imagine yourself in an alternate reality while you read it.
Another obvious thing to consider here. The title states that the character submits to HER SON and his friends. For those of you in Rio Linda, that means that there is, in fact, a bit of incest here. It isn't the major theme, but it nis here. If that bothers you, why the fuck did you click on this story in the first place? Also, in the title, it states SUBMISSION. What does indicate that the main character submits to others. You can surmise from that, that there will be included some BDSM in this story. I am assuming that this will actually end up in the BDSM category, where I will be submitting it in, but Literotica does have a habit of changing the categories after submission. Especially if you even hint about incest I the story.
Thank you Captain Obvious. Now onto the story.
Submitting to my son and his friends:
"Fuck, it's hot!" I blurted out. Thank you, Captain Obvious for putting those words in my mouth.
It was the beginning of July 2024, and a massive heat wave had gripped most of the United States. Record temperatures were being recorded everywhere. The old AC unit in our house had unsurprisingly succumbed to the strain. The soonest I could get a technician out here was in three more days. I built several 'Redneck Swamp Coolers' to help as much as possible. For those of you unfamiliar with these, they are surprisingly simple and fairly cheap to build. You get a Styrofoam ice chest. Cut a 10-inch diameter hole in the top, cut a couple of 2-inch diameter holes in the side near the top, Fill that bastard up with ice, then put a fan on the hole on the top. The fan blows hot air into the cooler, the ice cools the air. The cool air is forced out through the 2-inch holes, giving you cool air. They work great, if you can be within 2 feet of the front of the thing. You also need to replace the ice on a regular basis. I had to set chairs on each side of my bed with four of them going at night while I slept nude on top of the blankets for the last three nights. I kept my door open in order to catch whatever breeze might be flowing through the house as well. OK, so my son and any of his friends that happened to be spending the night, or just been there playing video games late into the night might have gotten an eyeful when they walked by but fuck it. I'm pretty sure that they have all seen a naked woman by this point in their lives. After all, they were all in college at this point.
That brings us to today. In the morning, when it became obvious that any further attempt at sleep was futile, I got out of bed, took a quick shower to wash the sweat from last night off, and slipped on an old pair of white cotton bikini panties and an old thin white tank top that was probably a size or two too small. It occurred to me while looking in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth that my clothing choices had gotten skimpier each day that this heat wave had gone on. Oh well. Fuck it. The important parts were still covered up - sorta. Hopefully, Jimmy and his friends would go to the lake or something, and I could just get naked and go skinny dipping in the pool for a bit. Maye even relax outside in the shade completely naked or something.
I shut off the four redneck coolers surrounding my bed, then dumped the melted ice into the bathtub and put them back. Note to self, get another 10-bags of ice for tonight. Thankfully, with Jimmy and four of his college friends here for summer break, the freezer had emptied quite a bit. That left plenty of room for bags of ice. Seriously, have you tried to feed five college boys? It's like they're bottomless pits. I digress. Anyway, after I cooked a couple dozen eggs, 5 pounds of bacon and probably 200 pancakes, we finally finished breakfast. I cooked, so I had the boys clean up. It was a fair trade of labor, kind of.
After the clean-up was completed, I slipped on a pair of sandals, not that I had any intention of actually getting out of the car, but it made me feel better while driving. I had the boys load up into my Chevy Suburban, and I drove over to the nearest convenience store. I gave Jimmy my debit card and instructions. I stayed in the car while they went inside. A few minutes later, they all came out carrying bags of ice. After loading them onto the back, they piled back in for the return home. They stacked as many bags as would fit into the freezer. The rest were deposited into various coolers that would be moved about during the day as necessary.
I couldn't help but notice the lingering glances as my perspiration from the heat began to moisten my rather skimpy attire. By 10:00 in the morning, my tank top looked like I was a contestant in a wet tee-shirt contest. The crotch of my panties was also noticeably moist. It was mainly because of perspiration, but not completely. Seriously, people. I'm a healthy adult woman that hasn't gotten laid in a while, surrounded by several young, healthy, muscular college guys that were mostly only wearing shorts with no shirts on. I'm not even going to mention the size of the bulges when their bathing suits were clinging to their bodies as they were getting out of the pool. Fuck yes, I was getting horney.
It was actually hotter inside the house than it was outside in the shade. I mixed up a batch of frozen margaritas in the blender, and I went out on the patio to sit in the shade. Apparently, the guys decided that was a good idea too, so they got beers out of the fridge and joined me. I brought out one of my redneck coolers out and set it up beside me for a bit off cool air. The guys mainly stayed in the pool, figuring that it was cooler than being out in the hot air. They occasionally came out to sit for a bit while drinking their beers. After a little while, I needed to cool off a bit more, so I went over and dived into the pool myself. After being in the pool for a few minutes, I got back out and went back to my lounger in the shade. As you can imagine, my tight white cotton tank-top and white cotton panties plastered themselves to my body and turned almost transparent. When I laid back down on my lounge chair, I glanced down at my body. The wet tank-top pretty clearly showed my erect nipples, areolas, and nipple rings. Similarly, my white cotton panties revealed my bronze-colored landing strip, along with the definite outline of my pussy and piercing in the folds of my clit hood. My dangle piercing in my navel was also visible, but I'm pretty sure that was a distant second in the interest level of the stares I was getting from the boys. Thankfully, for my modesty (Yeah, right. That went out the window two days ago), the heat quickly dried my clothes and hid everything again. OK, so it didn't really hide everything, more like it turned from semi-transparent back to pure white and not quite as clingy. My hard nipples and the outlines of my piercings were still visible, as was the major camel-toe in my panties.
This is where I uttered those fateful words.
