Jason and Baxter watched in silence. Tracey noticed out of the corner of her eye and decided to make a little more of a show of it. "Mmmm," she sighed, barely audible, and rolled her head back. "That feels nice." Valerie smiled, knowing what Tracey was up to, and played along.
"I love your skin, Trace," she said quietly. "It's very smooth and soft. I wish I had skin like yours."
"What are you talking about?" she giggled, turning to look at Valerie. "You have beautiful skin. Come here," she said, patting the lounge chair in front of her. "Let me put some oil on you to keep it that way." Valerie simply settled in on the lounge chair between Tracey's legs, facing away. Tracey poured some oil in her hand before handing it to her best friend. Tracey covered Valerie's back and shoulders in oil while Valerie worked her front. Tracey's hands glided across Valerie's sides and hips, down over the outside of her thighs before grazing up over the tops of her knees and sliding back up to the edge of her swimsuit.
Bax had to fight from adjusting himself as his erection was bound up in his trunks. Jason, on the other hand, adjusted it freely, being at an angle somewhat behind Tracey so that they wouldn't see him unless they craned their necks. Both the young men enjoyed the eroticism of the mature women's touches on each other, enhanced by the sighs and gentle moans, and the occasional whispered commentary.
"Okay, boys," Valerie said, standing. "Let's put some on you so we can get in the pool." Both boys tried to hide their erections as they sat in front of their own mothers on the lounge chairs. Valerie and Tracey passed the bottle back and forth while gathering more oil to coat their son's young, firm bodies. Baxter was getting worked up as his mother's hands caressed his upper body, even tucking her fingers briefly into the waistband of his trunks while coating him with sunscreen. What he didn't realize, however, was that his best friend was feeling the same excitement at his own mother's touch. Both wanted to express their pleasure to their mothers, but neither was willing to let the other in on the secret.
"Good enough," said Tracey, jumping up from the lounger. The others stood quickly as she continued. "Val, I think we need to show these kids how grown-ups play volleyball."
"Sounds like a plan," Valerie agreed with a smile, giving a smug look to their sons.
"You're challenging us?" asked Jason.
"Yep. We'll warm up a little and then start the game."
"You're on," he said, Baxter laughing behind him.
"Something funny, kiddo?" asked Tracey.
"Come on, mom. You don't expect us to let you win, do you?"
"Absolutely not! We'll warm up and we'll play a straight game to 15!"
"Okay, okay," he laughed, shrugging at Jason. "We'll play."
They all jumped in the pool and the boys went to the far side. As they swam over, Tracey winked at her friend and pushed her own swimsuit bottoms down a little. Valerie took the hint and pulled the knot tighter on her bikini top so that the shoulder straps had a little slack. She raised her eyebrows at her friend and asked, "Sandbag?"
Tracey briefly nodded.
They warmed up by just hitting the ball back and forth over the net, moving a little to get it, but not making any serious attempts if it was out of reach. They just wanted to get a feel for the ball, they assured their sons. After a few minutes Valerie said they were ready and their sons let them serve first. Tracey and Val both knew that they didn't stand a chance, but that didn't matter. This game wasn't about beating their sons at volleyball.
As they swam and dove for the ball, and as they jumped for blocks, their swimsuits would sometimes show the crack of their asses or a little more breast. Valerie's nipple popped out on more than one occasion, but she acted like she didn't notice, other than to quickly pull her top back into place over it. The ladies also made a show of comforting or congratulating each other with a lot of wet hugs and maybe fixing the other's swimsuit briefly, grazing or touching a breast or butt. The touched each other a lot, laughing and giggling as they played. Neither would admit it right then, but both were turned on, and not just from the knowledge that their sons were getting an eyeful.
"Game point," called Jason before serving. His mother jumped and hit it over, her nipple popping free, but the play was moving too fast for her to fix it. Jason hit it over again and Tracey jumped up, hitting it into the net. Valerie tried to save it on the bounce, but ended up hitting it twice before Tracey could hit it over. Baxter caught the ball and said, "That's game!" Jason cheered, both boys watching as their mothers readjusted their swimsuits while feigning disappointment at their loss.
"Winners get the drinks," said Valerie smugly. She winked at Tracey as the guys made their way over to the side of the pool. When they climbed out, both mothers noticed the clear outline of impressive erections through the wet swim trunks.
"Holy shit, dude," Jason asked quietly as they made their way to the stairs. "Did you see that?"
"No shit. How could I miss your mom's tit popping out every five seconds?"
"Your mom was showing plenty, too. No offense, but I think I saw a little bit of bush when she jumped one time."
"It's cool. Do you think they were trying to distract us?"
"Dude, you've been watching way too much porn." They both laughed as Jason opened the beers and Baxter poured the wine.
They made their way back down the stairs while Tracey and Valerie leaned on the side of the pool facing them. "We need to play again," offered Tracey.
"Are you sure? You guys got 8 points. That's pretty impressive, considering what you were up against." Jason let Baxter walk in front of him as he made the jibe.
Valerie gasped and splashed water at Jason, but mostly hit Bax, who was carrying his own beer and his mother's white wine. "Hey! Careful!" he laughed. Everyone else laughed with him.
The sons handed their mothers their wine as Tracey added. "We're thinking we should switch the teams. Mothers and sons. Valerie and Jason versus Baxter and me."
"That sounds fair," shrugged Baxter as he and Jason settled onto the edge of the pool. "Kind of. I mean, it's still me and mom versus a couple of losers, but I'll feel better about it."
"Hey!" Valerie laughed.
Jason just pushed his friend, who dropped his open beer into the pool. "Dammit!" cried Baxter, watching his bottle sink to the bottom, leaving a trail of bubbles and foam as it drifted slowly down. Everyone laughed again and Baxter tried to grab Jason's beer, but his friend was too quick, pulling it away and standing.
"Relax," laughed Jason. "I'll get you a fresh one."
"Damn right you will," he laughed, splashing his friend as he walked away. After a moment he called after him, "And open it here so I know you didn't spit in it!" Jason turned and smiled, giving him a thumb's up as he climbed the stairs.
"You don't mind being on my team, do you sweetie?" Tracey asked him, sliding up between his knees and standing there, her hands rested on his thighs.
"Not at all, mom," he said, looking down at her with love. "You know that."
Valerie looked on, noticing how obvious their love for each other was. She drifted back under the net to the other side of the pool, retrieving the ball when she saw Jason walking down the stairs toward them. "Here you go," Jason called, holding up the bottle. "One spit-free beer, just like you ordered."
"Thank you," Baxter smiled.
His mother drifted back away from the wall. She looked over at Valerie. "It looks like you guys are on the other side of net. Your mom's already waiting. Let's get this game going." She took a sip from her son's beer before setting the bottle in one of the cup holders attached to the net poles.
Valerie took a sip from Jason's and put in the cup holder on the other pole. She winked at her son and moved up close to the net before Tracey asked if they were ready and served. Jason and Valerie made a good return. The ball bounced off Bax's hand before landing bouncing into the bushes. Valerie hugged her son excitedly, being sure to rub her body against him, her hand brushing his cock. She winked as she pulled back to serve, his face showing his shock before he looked over and saw that Baxter and Tracey didn't even seem to notice.
The game was a more even match with the young men playing to beat each other and their mothers taking every opportunity to hug and kiss and rub against their sons. Both Baxter and Jason took notice of the look and feel of their own mothers, their oiled skin reflecting the sun, water beading up and rolling down their bodies, and their slick feel as they embraced in celebration or grazed a hand over them in consolation.
"Game point," called Tracey. "Point-12," she said before she served. The ball just skimmed the top of the net, going between Jason's hands as he jumped to block it. Valerie was able to get under it and pop it up, but Jason couldn't get it over Baxter as he blocked it at the net, the ball splashing in the water at the far end of the net.
Tracey and Baxter both cheered and she jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She quickly planted a firm kiss on his mouth and his hands instinctively supported her under her ass. She pulled her head back and smiled at him. He looked nervously at Valerie and Jason, a lump in his throat. Valerie smiled and stood on her tiptoes to reach up and kiss Jason on the lips. She held it for a couple of seconds, her eyes closed, but his wide, looking at his friend. "Good game, honey," she whispered.
"Mom," he said quietly, pushing her away a little. She wasn't upset. He just didn't realize.
"Honey," she assured, "It's okay." She kissed him again and he felt her tongue trace the corner of his mouth briefly. He shuddered at the feeling.
"We should celebrate, don't you think?" Tracey asked her son. "We make a great pair." She kissed him again and this time her tongue smoothly parted his lips and she moaned. Baxter couldn't resist and he returned her gentle kiss with his own tongue, his hands gripping her ass through the indigo fabric that clung to her. He knew she could feel his hardness.
Valerie surprised Jason by jumping up into his arms and he was forced to carry her in the same way Baxter was carrying Tracey. Jason's fingertips were pressed against the fabric covering her pussy and his mother ground herself against his erection. Her tongue thrust even more deeply into his mouth and their kiss became even hotter.
"What do you know, baby?" Tracey said loud enough for Jason and Valerie to hear. "It looks like we have something else in common with Val and Jase."
Valerie pulled away and both of them looked over. Baxter and Jason looked at each other sheepishly, but Val and Tracey shared a smile. A few seconds later, Jason and Baxter eased into relieved smiles at each other.
"Come on boys," Tracey said, sliding out of her son's arms and pulling him by the hand. "Let's get more comfortable." Tracey and Valerie led their sons up the stairs and over to the lounge chairs. Jason and Baxter sat on the lounge chairs and their mothers straddled them before leaning in to resume their kissing. Both the sons felt a lot more comfortable knowing that they both knew and were okay with kissing their mothers in front of each other. Baxter still didn't know what Jason knew so he was hesitant to do anything more.
Tracey, on the other hand, was getting worked up. She wasn't excited just by virtue of being with her son, but also knowing what was hopefully going to happen with the four of them together. She wanted Valerie and Jason to see her making love to her son. She wanted them to watch her sucking him, riding him, coming on him, and being filled or covered with his release. She and Baxter hadn't been together for three days and she was ready for this.
As she squirmed on her son's groin, she grabbed his wrist. His hands had been grabbing her ass, but she wanted him to make a bolder move. She pulled on his wrist and he relaxed, allowing her to place his hand where she wanted: right on her breast. He inhaled sharply and squeezed her while they kissed. She tilted her head back and Baxter nibbled her neck and down to her chest. Tracey winked at Valerie and Valerie winked back, pulling back from her own son's mouth and untying the knot at the back of her neck. The strings fell away and her breasts were completely exposed. Jason didn't care that anyone else was here. He latched onto her perfect pink nipple and made love to it with his mouth. He pulled on her ass with his hands, ensuring that she pressed hard against his erection.
Valerie squirmed on Jason's lap, loving the feel of his hands and mouth on her. "Ooh, baby," Tracey moaned. Valerie looked over and noticed that her friend had pulled off her own top and Baxter was enjoying her breasts. Valerie briefly recounted the taste and feel of Tracey's breasts. The rubbery tip as she flicked at the nipple with her tongue. She knew what it felt like to have Tracey's hand in her hair, pulling her into her breast. Or for a kiss. Or as she came on Valerie's tongue. It was only one time a few years ago, but she remembered it vividly. Not long after Tracey's own divorce Valerie came over to be a companion to her friend in a difficult time. They began to express their sexual frustration and one thing led to another.
But now here they were for the first time, making out with their sons side by side. She could hardly believe it, but she didn't want to be focused at all on Tracey or Baxter right now. She turned back to Jason and pulled his mouth off her breast before kissing him passionately. He slipped his fingers under the crotch of her bikini and eased two of them into her. "Oh, god!" she cried before kissing him even more deeply, pulling herself into him.
Tracey and Baxter looked over to see Jason making out with his mother in the most passionate display they had ever seen. It was positively shameless. Bax noticed Valerie's small, pink nipples, erect and coated with Jason's saliva. They were a little darker than his mother's, which were practically pale in comparison, but he loved them. In fact...
Tracey gasped sharply at her son's attack on her left tit, biting lightly on the nipple and pulling it with his teeth. A shiver ran through her and her cunt pulsed with excitement. She watched him work and then heard Val again.
"Get up," she ordered, rising off Jason's lap. "Lie back."
Tracey followed suit, winking at her friend. "Come on, baby," she said to her son. "Time to feed momma." She stood and allowed her son to lie back excitedly. The two boys looked at each other, and their mothers looked at each other as well. Their sons lifted their hips as the mature goddesses pulled their swimsuits down and off, allowing their erections to spring free. The women noticed that their sons were comparable, both bigger than average, but neither one enormous. Good enough to fill them the way they liked without hurting.
As Tracey settled onto her knees, Valerie didn't wait. She just bent over at the waist and took her son into her mouth. She gripped the base with one hand, shoving her other hand into her bikini bottoms to rub her clit as she worked Jason over with her mouth.
"Fuck, mom!" he groaned loudly.
"You whore," Tracey laughed, stroking her own son's impressive member. "You couldn't even wait for me?"
Valerie laughed around the head of Jason's slick, purplish dick, shrugging at Tracey's accusation. Tracey just shook her head, still smiling, and buried Baxter in her throat.
Both boys sighed and groaned as their mothers blew them just a few feet apart. Valerie pulled her mouth off and came on her own hand with a squeal. She tried her best to maintain a steady rhythm as she jacked off her only child, but she wasn't having much luck.
"What do you think, Jason?" she breathed, standing up. "You want me to suck you off some more, or are you ready for this?" she asked, rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottoms.
"I'm always ready for that," he said, reaching for her and caressing her hip. He pulled on the strings at her hips and stood as the brightly colored fabric fell to the ground. He pushed her over the chair and she crawled up onto it so that her hands and knees held her weight, but her feet dangled off the end. She squealed again when he forced his mouth against her lips, burying his tongue.
"Baxter, honey, check it out." She nodded toward their friends. He was already watching, though. "Go see if she'll suck you off."
"Are you serious?" he whispered back. She nodded.
"It'll be fine, I promise."
She rested back on her knees and patted his rear as he stood. Baxter was nervous when he walked over. He stood beside Valerie's head, his erection pointing at her from about two feet away. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed her son's mouth, but after a minute she opened them, looking sleepy. She continued to coo and sigh with her mouth hanging open slightly.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Hi, Baxter. Is that for me?" she asked, looking over at Tracey, who winked at her.
"Um... I just... I thought..."
"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled, reaching for his erection. Her tiny hand gripped him lightly and pulled him a little closer. He took a couple of steps forward and straddled the lounge chair, settling in front of her. She moaned as she took him into her mouth for the first time.
Jason looked up over his mother's ass and saw his best friend with his head thrown back and knew what he was doing.
"Don't be jealous, baby," Tracey whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "We've agreed to share." Just the thought of getting to do Baxter's mother sent a pulse of desire to his already-swollen groin. "Just keep eating."
She lowered herself to the patio, kneeling to the side and taking him into her own mouth. She felt almost like she was giving her son a vicarious blowjob. As she worked Jason over with her mouth, his pleasure transferred to his mother's pussy. She in turn drew from his touch and worked harder to bring Baxter off.
Valerie was the first to come, shuddering and groaning around Baxter's shaft and flooding Jason's mouth. Baxter began making noises that were familiar to Tracey and she jumped up from the deck and pulled Valerie up by her hair. "A deal's a deal," she smiled, kissing Valerie on the cheek before plunging her mouth all the way onto her own son's cock. Valerie turned around quickly and took Jason into her mouth. She wasn't willing to invest in a blowjob without a return on her investment: feeling a cock pulse in her mouth and tasting the warm, salty-sweet cream of Jason's excitement flood over her tongue and into her throat.
She heard Baxter grunt with each pulse of his release and knew she wanted what Tracey was getting. She gently squeezed Jason's balls and worked her tongue on his favorite places before he groaned out his warning and forced his cock into her throat. Spasms forced his seed into her throat for the first two pulses before she pulled back enough to taste and feel his secondary fire.
Both ladies cooed as they cleaned their own sons' cocks with their tongues and mouths. Jason didn't say a word as he stepped back gingerly before flopping back into the pool with a splash. He surfaced to laughter from the other three before Baxter yelled as he jumped in.
"Shall we?" asked Valerie with a smile.
"After you," Tracey offered.
Valerie ran and jumped into the pool with a squeal, followed closely by her best friend. Jason wrapped his mother in his arms and kissed her passionately.
"Ugh. Get a room," Tracey groaned.
"No need after that," laughed Jason. "You've seen it now."
"So I guess the secret's out, then?" asked Baxter. "You know about us."
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