Ever Notice? Ch. 02

Outside in the pool, Alice had walked out to about waist depth, wrapping her arms beneath her breasts and shivering. Her nipples made hard dents in the thin fabric of her bikini top. She watched her son splash around in the deep end, sipping her drink.

Alice looked over her shoulder. The sun glinted off the kitchen windows, but she could still just about make out two silhouettes standing very close together. She smiled, and if her smile looked a little bit like her son's smirk, that could hardly be surprising. Everything appeared to be going according to plan. Alice pulled her sunglasses off her head and situated them on her nose. She pointed at her son and crooked a finger at him.

Tom smiled, ducked under the water, and came up right in front of Alice. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely on the lips. He loved seeing her in an abbreviated bikini; it was his favorite look. Alice held her drink out with one hand and grabbed her son's hard, muscular ass with the other.

Alice pushed her tits against Tom's naked chest, loving the feel of his slick skin against her own. She shivered in his arms, more with lust than coldness, and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Why the fates had decreed that the perfect lover for her would turn out to be her own son, she could not even begin to fathom. But it was true. He was willfully terrible at school, never picked up after himself, and had terrible taste in films, but he could fuck like a volcano, and he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her pussy, night after night. He was tireless, and his balls were always full with delicious, creamy cum.

Tom suddenly released her, leaving Alice momentarily confused. But as he ducked away under the water, he nodded behind her. Alice turned, big tits swinging, hard nipples pointing like divining rods, and saw Christina and Eric stepping out of the house onto the patio. Behind her sunglasses, Alice examined the duo closely, and liked what she saw.

Christina's pale skin was flushed and she was beaming. Eric had color in his cheeks as well, but he looked more uncertain than happy. Poor little baby was so confused, but he wouldn't be for long, if Christina kept up the heat.

Alice sipped her wine.

Up on deck, Eric stood on shaky legs. He felt like he might float away if he didn't concentrate on keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground. He could barely look at Alice or Tom, even though Alice was a total knockout in that tiny red bikini, half-turned at the waist, drinking her wine, huge tits in profile, big round ass lapped by the water.

Christina unbuttoned the top of her shorts. The snap of the button echoed in Eric's ears and drew his eyes like a laser beam to his mother. She bent slightly at the waist and slowly slid the shorts downward. Her bikini bottoms were tiny, not quite a thong, but not much larger than one, tied at each hip, showing off acres of full, matronly ass. The shorts slid down Christina's long legs to pool at her feet, and she stepped daintily out of them, somehow not getting her sandals caught at all. Then she bent over, putting that big, beautiful, curvy butt high in the air, unstrapped her sandals, and slid them off her feet. She looked over her shoulder at Eric as she straightened, smiling broadly, knowing where his eyes had been. Where his hands wanted to be.

Hips swinging provocatively, Christina walked to the pool, down the steps and into the water. She shivered melodramatically, and claimed loudly that she needed to monitor the temperature more closely. "I'm not used to owning a pool," she said.

Eric followed like a sleepwalker. He tugged his t-shirt off and threw it on the ground. He watched Alice and Christina standing in the shallow end, talking. Two busty mothers in tiny suits, looking damn hot and damn fine. Why did one of them have to be Eric's mother?