The Pool Boy

Embarrassed at her own thoughts, Jasmine kicked away to the other side of the grotto, where the water was burbling up through the rock. The natural heated jet pounded against her legs, then buttocks as she spread her arms and relaxed against the rough granite edge of the pool.

"Oh!" She gasped. "Henry! You've got to- oooh! Try this!" Jasmine closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the water. He watched from across the atrium as his mother's body gently rose in water, gasping as the hot spring pushed against her from below, pulsing insistently between her legs. Henry folded his legs in, coming to sit on the bottom, his hands below the surface, one idly resting against his insistent cock. The gently fizzing water was tickling the shaft, making it difficult to keep it from thickening to a full erection; his mother's gasps of pleasure weren't helping much.

But he couldn't do anything about it, could he? Not touch it, touch it. Not here, not with his mother in the room, not while he was watching her face, framed by the twin mounds of her breasts, lips parted and gasping, tongue lashing to catch the beads of water as they rolled down her face-

"I've got to go," he said, suddenly pulling himself out of the water.

"What? Already?" Jasmine's eyes opened and she watched his broad, muscular back as he walked across to pick up his robe.

"No, I've got to go," he said, hastily pulling it closed around him, hands firmly clasped in front.

"Oh, I see." She said, disappointed, and paddled closer. "Can you please grab a towel for me before you go, Henry?" There was a chrome rack in the corner of the atrium, piled high with fresh towels.

"Mom, I've got to go." Her son said, although he didn't seem to be too eager to bolt for the door, almost as if he were waiting for something.

Jasmine crossed her arms on the edge of the grotto, allowing her lower body to rise to the surface. The thick curves of her buttocks broke through the water, pink rivulets coursing down over them to puddle in the small of her back.

"Get me a towel, please." She said. Thinking of what Rhea had said, she put a little more bite in her words than she ever would have with her son. "Now."

Biting his lip, Henry appeared to be wracked with indecision, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the bobbing curves of her ass.

"Sure." He said. "Whatever." Jasmine watched her son stomp over to the rack and snatch one of the towels off, pulling it out of its fold. His feet splashed on the floor of the atrium as he stomped back to her, one arm extended. "Here."

"Thank you, honey." She reached up to take it, and their hands touched. A thrill and a flush rushed through both of their bodies as Jasmine took the towel from Henry. A sensation of...power...rolled through her as it had never done before. For a brief moment, she felt like she could have commanded him to do anything and he would. The thrill coursed through her and her nipples peaked, clearly visible through the wet lycra, while heat began building between her thighs.

Henry, a shocked look on his face, let go of the towel and, in a hunched-over half-step, stumbled out, stammering, "I-I really gotta go! I gotta go!"

* * *

"...and then he did it!" Jasmine explained while Rhea leaned over the countertop, listening with a smile. "You don't understand! He's never listens to me! Never! And he did it, just like that!" She snapped her fingers. The redhead's smile broadened.

"Did you like it?" She asked. Jasmine blushed prettily.

"It was very nice, yes." The diminutive brunette picked up her tea and took a long pull, letting the spicy warmth of the brew suffuse through her body.

"Maybe you should do it again." Rhea winked. "Maybe it's time to rewrite your relationship with your son a bit, yeah? You certainly look happier, excited, almost."

Jasmine smiled shyly, remembering how much time she'd spent in the spa after Henry's departure, letting the jet of the spring play against her body, the heated stream toying with the sensitive flesh between her legs and thinking of the thrill of telling her son what to do. She'd never told a man what to do before, nevermind her spoiled son, and it was exciting, dammit. There was no shame in that, in enjoying herself. Maybe when she got back home, she'd try looking for-

"This calls for a celebration!" Rhea declared, interrupting her customer's train of thought. "Just a small one, though." From behind the counter, she produced a small silver hip flask and unscrewed the top. "Here, give it a go." Before Jasmine could say anything, she poured a glug of something amber into the mug. Then, in a stage whisper, "but don't tell anybody, I'm not supposed to be serving alcohol in here."

"Oh-oh I really couldn't," she tried to wave the drink away with an embarrassed, fluttering motion. "I don't even drink alcohol, I haven't in years and I would hate to get you into troub-"

"Drink it," Rhea insisted. "It feels good to be a bit naughty every now and again. It's only a little nip. It won't hurt."

Jasmine giggled conspiratorially, and took a swig. There couldn't have been much alcohol in there, but knowing she was breaking the rules intentionally added a frisson of excitement; the knowledge of her own naughtiness, remembering how naughty she'd been in the Heartspring, sent an electric thrill through her body that sent her nipples perking up again. She wondered if anybody would be able to see them; she was only wearing a bright blue t-shirt that hugged her chest and trim waist. But there was nobody to see, only Rhea.

"See?" The cafe owner said. "Feels good, doesn't it? A little tingle. Now imagine how good it would feel to do something really naughty."

She took another swig, another tingle. "Like what?"

"Sometimes, people sneak into the Heartspring after dark for a night swim," Rhea winked. Jasmine squirmed in her chair a bit, legs rubbing together at the thought of her and Henry slipping into the Heartspring after hours, easing out of their robes and-

"...very romantic," Rhea was saying. "Who knows? You might even meet a fella down there. You wouldn't be the first one to meet your true love down in the Heartspring."

"O-oh?"

"Oh yes." Then the redhead chuckled. "You certainly wouldn't be the first to find some lucky boy to snuggle up in between your legs and satisfy other cravings, either. I'd wager what a woman like you needs is a nice, big young cock to toy with."

Jasmine wriggled a little in her chair, feeling her panties bunching up between her legs. The last young cock she'd seen any evidence of was Henry's and that one...that one had been quite big, hadn't it? Knowing she was thinking about her own son's tool sent another little trill of naughty pleasure through her. She drank from the mug again.

"Of course, you should be properly dressed for such an occasion," Rhea said. "You do have something appropriate, don't you darlin?"

"What do you mean?" The brunette looked down into her mug, flustered. "I have a...a suit?"

"Nothing too crazy, lovely, but something that might turn a fella's head, you know?"

Still looking into the dregs of her drink, Jasmine shook her head. "No, nothing like that, I guess."

"No harm, honey. You came here with your son, you weren't planning on seducing anybody on this trip." Rhea gave her a long, languid wink. "But findin' a nice ripe young lad to seduce sounds very naughty to me. Anyway, here-" she slid a card across the table. "Take that on down to the shop at reception. Tell Ronnie I sent ya. She'll set you up good and proper, lovely. I promise."

"Thank you!" She swallowed the last of the tea, and the remaining liquor went straight to her head, making her a little dizzy.

"For what? I haven't done anything!" The redhead laughed. "Just make sure you come back after to tell me all about it. Just between us girls. You can come back tonight if you like! I'm here all evening - my boy and I have rooms upstairs. We can have a giggle about it and maybe a drink or two."

"Okay!" Jasmine stood up, then grabbed onto the table, suddenly a little lightheaded for some reason. "I'll do it."

"I know you will, sweetheart. I'll see you then," Rhea picked up the empty mug and tucked it away behind the counter, grinning wryly as she watched the other woman leave.

* * *

"Mom, I still don't know why I'm here," Henry said in a hushed voice.

"Because I didn't want to wander around at night by myself." Jasmine held the belt of her robe tight, keeping a weather eye out for Jocasta's staff as they scurried through the labyrinthine corridors. "Because I asked you nicely. Did you want me to tell you to walk me down here?"

Henry had no answer, and Jasmine tried not to think too hard about it. She was trying mostly to keep steady on her new sandals, being wholly unaccustomed to wearing a heel of any height, never mind the tall wedges the saleswoman had somehow talked her into. She'd made it sound like such a good idea at the time, but now that she had to occasionally grab Henry's arm for balance she wasn't so sure. At least there didn't seem to be anybody around for her to embarrass herself in front of.

"Is it this way?" Henry asked as they came to a corner. "I fucking hate the way this place is set up."

"Henry, language." His mother chided. Despite himself, her son shut his mouth. Jasmine smiled a victorious little smile, and pointed left. "Down this way." Before long, they came to the door leading into the Heartspring.

"Come on," she said, and reached for the handle. But before she could take it, it swung open and a couple came tumbling out, the man and woman from the cafe, laughing loudly and dripping wet in their robes.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" The woman said, catching herself before they collided with Henry and his mom. Taking her partner's hand she pulled him out of the way, and Jasmine was struck by how much younger the man looked, probably no older than Henry, really. She remembered what Rhea had said about ripe young men, and felt a little thrill by proxy, a little slickness building in her pussy.

They slid in before the door shut. Again, there was nobody else inside the atrium, which was moodily lit by garden lanterns around the perimeter.

"Henry, can you get me a towel?" Jasmine said, looking out over the water, untying the knot in the belt.

"Mom, I'm not-"

"Please?" She said, and let her robe fall to the floor. Henry's breath caught in his throat when he saw that her back was mostly bare; the bottom half of the suit - an off white one-piece that contrasted nicely with the deep caramel of her skin - dipped low over her hips and stretched tightly across the broad meaty curves of her behind, which in turn attempted to swallow the lycra into the deep cleft between her buttocks. A long, smooth expanse of skin led up to a tightly-strained hook closure, then her bare shoulders, hidden beneath the silky black curtain of her hair which fell over the tie of her halter top.

"Henry?" She turned around to look at her son. The suit scooped her breasts up and into a plateau of soft, mature titflesh that jiggled slightly as she moved; large cutouts on either side created a narrow band of fabric that covered her sternum and navel and on down to the bottom half of the suit, following and revealing the dramatic curve of her waist and hips. Henry's hands clenched and unclenched. His eyes trailed down the luscious flesh of her thighs, smooth and brown, and on down to her squatty little toes bunched up in the four-inch wedge-heeled thongs she was wearing.

Suddenly very self-conscious, and very aware that her son had probably never seen so much of his mother before, she said, "I don't look ridiculous, do I?"

"No," Henry said in a hushed tone. "No." He shifted, uncomfortably. Slowly, he dragged his gaze back up his mother's body to meet her eyes, then looked away.

"Can you get me a towel then?" He strode away, and she got a little tingle, watching him obey. "Two, actually. I want one for my hair, too." Henry returned a moment later, and she stepped down from her tall heels. "Here, put these with the towels over on that bench."

"Yes, mom." He said, and bent low to pick up her shoes, then stack them atop the towels and put the pile on a nearby bench. When he turned around, he saw that there was a flush in her face, and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her suit. "Can I go now?"

She turned, and began walking into the water. Henry watched the rocking motion of her hips and the jiggle of her buttocks as she splashed in and jumped under the surface. What was he waiting for? Why couldn't he just go? He didn't need her permission, he was a fucking grown-ass man and-

"No," Jasmine said, firmly, as she broke the surface again. "Wait here, please, honey. I don't want to be alone." She relaxed backwards and floated a moment on her back, gently kicking her feet.

Henry considered leaving anyway, but the thought turned his stomach a little, so he sat down on the bench, next to her towels. That felt better, more natural. He breathed deeply of the heady vapours of the Heartspring, and relaxed. It felt good to help his mom, really. He looked over at the shoes lying on the towels, and reflected a moment on how she'd looked in them, up on a four-inch pedestal like a curvy little brown goddess. He felt a stirring in his pants, and looked away. Jasmine was doing a lazy backstroke in the water.

"You can come in, you know." She said.

"How?" He asked. "I don't have my shorts or anything."

"You've got underwear on, haven't you?" Jasmine floated in the water, the peaks of her breasts skimming just above the surface. "It's okay, honey. You can be a little naughty. It's only your mum here. It's nothing I haven't seen anyway." She chuckled.

"Mom, I don't know-"

"Henry," she stood, facing him. "Take off your clothes and get in the water."

"Yes, mom." He said. The words made her heart skip a beat. Jasmine drifted aimlessly in the pool a bit, watching as her son stripped off his polo and jeans, revealing his broad, muscular body in the dim lights of the atrium. She noticed that he was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, underwear she'd seen in the laundry on a weekly basis, but had never really considered how...well...he filled them out. Henry eased himself into the water on the far side of the grotto, and Jasmine found herself watching the muscles rippling under his skin, fascinated by the sculpted frame of his body.

"You don't have to be so far away, honey," she said, softly, as he settled into the water. "Come here, Henry." Without a word, he pushed away from the wall and had crossed the Heartspring in a couple of breaststrokes.

"Here," Jasmine said as he broke the surface, taking him by one arm and pushing him towards the granite wall. "Feel the jet of the spring."

Her son settled his back against the wall, and felt the spout of water rushing up from below, bubbles bursting against his pendant sac. He squirmed a bit, but not from discomfort.

"It's good, isn't it?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said in a ragged voice.

"Well, don't hog it." Turning around, Jasmine backed into her son, letting her firm, meaty behind bounce into his torso. "Hold onto your mum, now, and we can both enjoy." His arms encircled her, coming to rest just under her breasts, and an electric trill ran through them both. The heated jet from the spring ran between their legs, and Jasmine bit her lip, thinking of just how bad they were both being. She squirmed a little in his arms, the slick skin of her ass sliding around against his six-pack.

"Isn't this nice?" She said, resting her head against his chest. Henry grunted his assent. "Aren't you glad you came, now? You didn't even want to go until we watched the DVD, and even then you complained the whole way."

"It's good, mom. I like it a lot." He squeezed her tighter.

"Spending time with your mum's not so bad," Jasmine chuckled. "Maybe you should listen to what I have to say more often."

"I will," he said in a hushed voice, breath catching in his throat as the words left his mouth.

"What a good boy," she said, as pleasurable warmth suffused her through body, feeling her labia begin to swell. "And good boys get rewarded." Her slippery behind slid down his torso an inch, and she felt the hardness of his youthful cock pressing into her flesh. Jasmine stifled a gasp, and they both froze. This was so wrong, but the sheer wrongness made it feel so good; she was more excited than she'd ever been in her life, knowing she was violating the most dearly-held rules. She wiggled her behind, just a little, feeling the thick log of Henry's cock sinking into the deep cleft of her ass.

"Are you alright, honey?" She asked, innocently. "Your old mum's not too heavy, is she?"

"N-no, mom." His voice was strained. Jasmine tried not to giggle, and wriggled again. She was being an awful tease, she knew, but she just couldn't help herself. Henry's arms released her torso, and she felt his big hands settling down on her hips.

"Henry," she warned. "You're not doing anything you oughtn't back there, are you?" His fingers pressed into her flesh, but didn't quite pull her downwards.

"No mom," he said again, and the rush of knowing that he was not only listening but obeying made her toes curl. Of its own accord, one of Jasmine's hands slid between her legs, and settled just on top of her pubic mound. Over her suit, of course. The bubbles from the Heartspring played around her fingertips as she pressed her palm down.

"Mmmm, good boy." Jasmine purred, and squeezed her ass around the insistent rod pressing into her. "It's okay to be a bit naughty," she said, rolling her hips a little and grinding the palm of her hand into her own delicate flesh. "But we don't want to get carried away, do we?"

"No, I guess not." Henry's fingers dug a little deeper, hands trembling, but otherwise not moving.

"It's okay, sweetheart," she said. "You just listen to your mum and she'll lead you right."

"Yes, mom." Henry said, grunting. Jasmine hooked her legs behind her son's knees, sandwiching his rampant erection deeper in between her ass cheeks, while grinding her palm harder into her pussy mound.

"That's right," she said. "Mum knows what's best." Henry was breathing heavily in her ear. "You should always do what I tell you, shouldn't you?"

"Y-yes!" He gasped. Jasmine's other hand reached back to entwine itself in his hair. She rolled her hips again, savouring the sensation of skin sliding against skin.

"O-oh, honey!" Her toes curling behind his knees, Henry's mom dug her fingers into the deep cameltoe she'd created in the crotch of the suit. The heated wetness sliding around down there wasn't all from the Heartspring, not by far. Pressing her fingertips in between her plush outer labia, she pushed her ass harder onto Henry's thick slab of meat, surrounding it in a slippery cocoon of soft flesh, even with her suit and his shorts in the way. "It makes mummy feel so good when you do what she s-saaays!" Without warning, Jasmine's body went rigid as a sudden orgasm coursed through her, clamping her generous behind tight down on her son's fat cock. He grunted and held on tight as she felt something hotter even than the Heartpsring begin to smear across her lower back...

* * *

"...that's mad!" Rhea leaned forward in her chair, fascinated. The front of her silky black robe parted as she did, revealing enough ivory-white cleavage that Jasmine was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. "Then what happened?" They were seated in a pair of overstuffed easy chairs in the living room of the apartment above the cafe.