Sam and Jake

A sound, like a scuffed footstep. She paused in her movements and listened.

"Mom?" called Jake.

Sam brought her head up and whipped her hand away from her pussy, her other hand letting her suit snap back into place.

Jake came out of the house and walked over to her. Sam tried to look like she'd been just relaxing, hoping that the lights didn't expose how flushed her face was. She had forgotten about her erect nipples however.

"What do you need, son?" Sam asked, smiling up at him as he got closer.

"I forgot that I need you to sign a form for grad next week."

"Oh! Okay Honey, just put it on the counter and I'll get to it when I get out."

"Okay, thanks Mom. Enjoy your soak."

Jake's face was in shadow from the patio lights behind his head. Did he know what she had been doing?

"Will do," she said, peering at his face to detect any expression.

He turned around and walked back into the house. Sam couldn't see if he was holding any pieces of paper. Did he actually have a form to sign? She sighed and closed her eyes. That was too close, maybe even beyond close. Caught? As she waited for her heart to calm down before leaving the pool, she decided that despite the thrill there would be no more pleasure in the pool. It was unsanitary. And too risky. But really her only regret was that she hadn't actually gotten to cum.

***

Jake walked quickly to his bag by the front door to grab the form for his Mom to sign. It was the only thing he could come up with in the spur of the moment. He really did have a form for her to sign, he just wasn't sure if he'd remembered to bring it home. As he rummaged through his bag he played the scene in the pool over and over again.

Mom's head thrown back, her mouth open, eyes closed. He couldn't see what her hands were doing below the water but it really didn't look like she had just been relaxing. There was a certain...strain...on her face. A pinch to the forehead, a quiver to the chin. It definitely looked like she was either in pain...or pleasure. And nothing after he disturbed her suggested she was in pain.

He'd just come down to get a snack and saw the patio lights on, but as he got closer he spotted Mom in the pool. He was about to turn away when he noticed that she had her head laying back like she was sleeping...but her mouth was open. Concerned that maybe she had fallen asleep, he crept out and as he did he heard what sounded like a gasp come from her. Startled, his foot hit a raised section of the patio. His Mom had frozen and instead of getting caught creeping, he called out.

Jake found the form in his bag and thanking his lucky stars he went and put it on the counter. The scene in the pool played out again, his heart starting to beat faster. Was his Mom masturbating in the pool? Surely not his Mom. Jake's Mom was a great Mom, but she didn't do things like that. He assumed that his parents had sex but it was a hazy thought that he dared not approach with any kind of vigour. No details, no mental images, nothing. That way lay madness. But now...

Jake slowly walked by the patio doors on his way to the stairs. His Mom was still out there in the pool but she looked as he would expect. Just sitting there, arms stretched out to either side of her, relaxing. With a vague sense of disappointment he headed off to his room.

He closed his door and stripped off his shirt and shorts. He slept in underwear, boxers, this time of year as anything more was unnecessary. He lay down in bed and his mind drifted back to Susan, and the image of her butt swaying back and forth in the hall ahead of him. As he slipped his hand into his boxers to fondle his slowly growing cock his mind drifted away from Susan to his Mom's face in the pool. What he wouldn't give to make Susan's face look like that. He tried to imagine Susan's face on his Mom's body in the pool but it kept slipping back to his Mom's face. As he stroked his now fully erect rod he kept almost cumming but then his Mom's face would intrude into his fantasy. He eventually gave up and just let the image of his Mom's face stay. Her open mouth quivering, the faint gasp, her eyes clenched shut.

"HHHHNNGHHHH!!"

He came, hard. He came so hard the first string of cum struck him in the eye and left a line of it down to his chin. Gah! He tried to aim his dick towards his belly as more and more strings of cum striped his chest. Holy cow. That had never happened before. Eyes closed, he stroked his cock slowly, relishing in the slippery cum coating his dick. His whole body was electrified and buzzing from the best orgasm he'd ever had. Realizing he couldn't open his eye, and that the cum on his face was alarmingly close to his mouth, he started looking for something to wipe it off. Giving himself a facial wasn't his first choice but the orgasm felt too good to be too upset.

Why such a strong reaction? What was different this time over the numerous times he'd jerked off before? Was it just a good angle? He'd gotten the perfect trajectory and nailed himself? He thought it would have happened before, but that doesn't explain the feeling in his entire body. Susan was a common image in his mind when jerking off...but his Mom, however reluctantly he'd done it, wasn't. Could that be it? Some new spank material? Or was it his Mom? Drifting off to sleep he couldn't help but see her face, on a loop, as she sat in the pool.

***

The next day Sam woke up in a mood. Not a bad mood, per se, but a mood. The kind of mood where little things frustrated her more than they normally would. Her morning coffee had grounds in it; the eggs over-cooked after she couldn't find the butter in the fridge for her toast, which got cold. Little things. Jake came in half way through breakfast and only grunted a "hello" as he grabbed a banana and hurried out the door. She tried to assume that his behaviour was not related to him almost(?) catching her jilling in the pool last night. The thought that he did see what she was doing was too embarrassing to contemplate.

Finishing her breakfast, she took the dishes into the kitchen and washed up everything, including last night's dinner dishes. Jake would get an earful when he got home. No way was she doing all of the chores while Bill was away. The thought of Bill brought up her pool fun, again. It hadn't been far from her mind since she fell into a fitful sleep last night and dreamed of large cocks. She finished up the dishes and sat down at the kitchen counter. Her mind drifted for a bit. Why did she dream of large penises? She had had a few lovers before Bill but none of them were what you would call large. Nor was Bill. Was it a subliminal thing? Was she secretly craving something she'd never had because she was so fucking horny?

Squeezing her legs together, she felt a trace of moisture in her panties. She was definitely horny, especially after the aborted pleasure cruise in the pool. No more pool fun, but her bedroom was private...

Sam brought her hand down and tucked it under her shirt. Caressing her belly, she brought her hand up to her left breast. She was only wearing a camisole under her shirt and so it was easy to grasp her nippled between two fingers and tug. She spent a few minutes caressing the one nipple, please with how hard and long they get. Bill loved her nipples and could spend a long time pleasuring them both with his fingers and mouth. Her other hand drooped down to the top of her black yoga pants, digging her fingers inside both pants and panties.

Her finger drifted down to the top of her slit, and came to rest over her clit. Pushing down on it, her body thrilled with a shudder. Maybe she didn't need her bedroom. Given how horny she was, she'd probably cum right there at the counter.

Right then her phone rang. It was Bill. Cursing her luck she quickly stepped to the sink and rinsed her hand off before swiping to connect the call.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey Sugar, how are you doing? Bored yet?" Bill's baritone voice rumbled in her ear. The same voice that rumbled in her ear when he fucked her in bed. Sam smiled.

"Sam? You there? Can you hear me?"

Sam shook her head and quickly answered. "Yeah I'm here! Sorry I was daydreaming," she said, looking around, though Jake wasn't home. "About you. I miss you so much baby."

Bill laughed and replied, "Yes I miss you too, Sugar. I had high hopes for this week with Jake at school all day."

She laughed with him. "I had such high hopes that I'm being consumed with lust. When are you coming home?"

"Not till next week at this point. Turns out there's another job right after this one and so they're stringing the two jobs into one trip. You'll just have to make use of your own fingers and hands."

"I've been trying," Sam said, alarmed at how whiny her voice sounded. "I keep getting interrupted." She had an idea and whispered into the phone, "Do you have some time right now, honey? I sure could use that voice in my ear. What are you wearing?"

Bill's voice when he responded was hesitant, as if he didn't want to deliver bad news. "Ohh, I wish I could help you out Sam, but I am just in the middle of meetings and decided to check in on you and deliver the news about the second job. I can't help you out now but maybe in a day or two."

Sam silently took a deep breath and put on her best perky voice, "Oh that's okay Hon, I was just kidding. Don't worry about me, I can handle myself." She winced at the unintended double entendre but Bill laughed again.

"I know you can, Sugar. I'll talk to you soon and once I get back we'll send Jake out for the night to have ourselves a real catch up session."

"That sounds wonderful, Bill. I love you."

"I love you too, babe. I'll call you soon, okay? Say Hi to Jake for me."

"Of course, talk to you soon."

Bill hung up and Sam slumped against the counter. She wasn't really a phone sex type person but when she was this desperate she'd try anything.

Maybe....now that Bill wasn't going to be back for another week, she should start looking for other options. If she kept going at this pace she'd start snapping at everyone. Maybe her dream about large cocks was a hint that she needed something new. Something larger. She went to the Amazon app on her phone and started browsing for personal pleasure devices. One day delivery should get her getting her rocks off soon enough.

***

Jake's head was in a haze all day at school. He barely paid attention in class, even less than usual, and even Susan wasn't enough to distract him from his thoughts. He'd passed by her in the hall at lunch and she'd even given him a little smile. Normally that would have been enough for a month of monkey spanking, today it barely registered.

This morning when he got up and found his Mom in the kitchen looking flustered while making breakfast it had hit him that she was most definitely a MILF. She was wearing a shirt and tank top combo with yoga pants, something he'd seen her wear a thousand times before and never noticed. Now, after last night, that simple outfit was enough to produce a raging hardon. He had had to adjust his cock so that it was pointing up to his belly button or there would have been some awkward explaining to do.

Now today in class he kept popping the same rock hard boner whenever his Mom drifted in his thoughts, which was often. High School was never a treat for teenage boys, but adding a pounding hard cock that pointed straight out, it was a recipe for disaster. He kept his head down and his bag near his crotch pretty much all day.

2:30 hit and he ran almost the entire way home. He had come up with a plan to try and conquer this sudden obsession with his Mom. He'd spend some time around her to try and 'normalize' his mental image of her, that way she'd go back to just being his Mom, whom he didn't get turned on by, and who definitely wasn't spank bank material.

Arriving back home, sweaty and out of breath, Jake opened the front door to put his plan in action. His Mom's car was there so she was home.

"Mom, I'm home!" he called.

"I'm in the living room," she sent back.

He rounded the entry from the hallway to see her sitting with her phone on the couch. "Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Oh, just some online shopping. I thought I could find something quick but it turns out there's a lot of options, so I spent the day researching." She paused and then, "But, I've made up my mind and the order is sent, no taking it back now."

"What were you researching, maybe I can help?" he asked. Jake couldn't help but notice that his Mom wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples stood out quite prominently.

Him Mom flushed and stammered a bit. "Oh, it's okay I'm done now, it was just some gardening equipment."

He smiled. "Okay, sounds good. What are you going to do now? I thought we could hang out for a bit."

His lovely Mom gave a sunny smile. "That sounds great honey, what did you have in mind?"

"Maybe we can just hang in the pool? Do some laps together?" Jake figured this was the best way to just hang out and take away the pool image from last night. Some healthy family bonding was what was needed now, at the scene of the crime.

"That is a great idea. I'll change into my suit and meet you out there, okay?"

Jake smiled and nodded, "Yep, see you soon."

He trotted up the stairs and split right down the hall to his room. He put on his bermuda style shorts to give himself plenty of room to prevent any 'incidents' of impromptu displays of masculinity. He quickly checked his email on his computer to give his Mom time to change and go down first. As he came out of his room he spotted his Mom turning to go down stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open. She wasn't wearing the normal one piece suit she normally had. Today she was wearing a bikini, a rather revealing one.

Jake stealthily ran down the hall to the stairs and stared down at his Mom's ass as she stepped down the last couple stairs. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't hang out with her like that, he'd be popping a boner the entire time! How could he get out of it?

Thinking quickly, he took off his swim shorts and put his normal shorts back on. He took his swim suit to the laundry room and threw them into one of the piles.

Walking to the patio doors he could see his Mom settling down on a lounger to wait for him. He swore as he watched her settle her butt into the chair, and lift her slender legs up.

He opened the patio door and called out, "Hey Mom, turns out my suit is in the wash! We can do this tomorrow, sorry to get your hopes up."

His mother turned around in the chair to look back at him. He started to retreat from the door when she furrowed her brow and called back, "Who cares if your normal suit is in the wash, get another suit." Her tone made it sound like the most sensible thing in the world.

Jake gave a sickly smile. The only other suits he had were speedos. He had been on the swim team at one point last year. A speedo would not help his situation any.

"Oh that's okay, I'm not sure where the other suits are."

His Mom laughed and said, "You're the worst, Jake. I told you where I put them last year for storage after the swim team season was done. In the laundry room in a bin next to the washer. Go get them on, you're not depriving me of mother/son time because you can't wash your clothes."

Jake nodded and walked back to the laundry room. It was the long, slow walk of someone going to death row. He was stuck in a hard spot now, pun intended. The combo of his Mom's bikini and the memory from last night had him hard enough to pound nails.

He found his speedos as expected and slowly put one on. Maybe if he took his time, his cock would let up and he could go out to the pool as a functioning member of society, not one who lusts after his mother. Pulling the suit up, he bent his dick to the side, to try and fit it in. It...wouldn't. If he held it to the side it stayed in but there was no way he was walking around holding his groin around his Mom.

Several math equations and a dry recital of the last baseball game he'd watched did the trick eventually, and he was able to stuff his prick into his suit without a crowbar.

Grabbing a towel from the closet, Jake attempted to casually hold it near his crotch. He went back to the patio and walked out to the pool, keeping his eyes carefully forward, and the towel between his Mom and his groin. The last few steps to the pool, he threw the towel to the edge and dove in. The water was warm on the top and cool underneath. It allowed him to keep his mind off anything but doing some laps. On the way back he heard a splash as his mother dove in next to him and they spent the next 15 minutes swimming back and forth. Nothing strenuous, just some exercise and quiet companionship.

His Mom had kept him company doing laps when he was on the swim team and she'd gotten pretty good at keeping up. It was a great way to bond last year and they'd gotten closer than ever.

Eventually they stopped in the shallow end near the house and drifted while laying prone, to keep under the water. So far, so good. Jake smiled at his Mom and she smiled back. It was working! Maybe he wasn't a freak after all.

"That was fun, I'm going to sit in the sun for a while and read, will you join me?" she said, moving to the stairs.

Jake tried his best to keep his eyes in his head as he watched his Mom stand up out of the pool, water dripping from everywhere, and walk up the steps. Her hips swayed as she walked, the bikini bottoms hugging her ass, her cheeks ever so slightly clutching the fabric where they met in the middle. Her slender shoulders held up the bikini top but the water had softened the fabric, allowing her breasts to sway and bounce as she padded to her seat.

Jake swallowed, his suddenly dry throat making it difficult. He rolled onto his stomach to keep watching. He could feel his cock swelling in his speedo. Before long it was getting uncomfortable in the tight confines and the inevitable happened. It sprung free of his suit, crawling up his belly.

"Are you coming? Or are you going to swim some more?" his Mom said.

"Yeah I'll join you in a sec."

"Okay," she smiled at him as she put on her sunglasses and picked up her book.

This was it, while she was reading, he could get out and grab his towel to hide his annoyingly hard dick.

***

Sam settled into the lounge chair, flipping through the pages of her book to find where she left off. As she did so she glanced over the top of her book as Jake climbed out of the pool.

To her complete surprise, staring back at her was the biggest cock she had ever seen. Her mind blanked. Forgetting her book, she froze like a deer in headlights as she watched her son hurriedly pick up his towel and cover up the most beautiful penis she'd seen in her 42 years of life. The glimpse she saw was entirely too short, it was a crime to cover up something that should be on display at the Louvre. Unconsciously moistening her lips with her tongue Sam watched her son quickly towel himself off, keeping his crotch covered as best he could.

It wasn't quite enough. Sam caught a couple more glimpses of his penis as it jutted out of the top of his speedo. The head was purple and glistened in the sun and the shaft was blessed with ropey veins that disappeared into the depths of his suit. It was perfect. Further down, following the lump in her son's suit, Sam saw what appeared to be an equally impressive ballsack constrained by the tight speedo.

Sam finally remembered to blink as Jake started walking towards her. She looked down to her book, trying to make it seem like she hadn't been staring. But staring, she was. The last time she'd seen Jake in a speedo he had not looked like that. Had he grown that much in just one year? Or was her extreme horniness causing it to appear bigger.