Unspoken Pleasure

I stepped through the dining room’s swinging glass doors and into the sun, the rays of light warming my skin on contact. No shirt covered my upper body, but a white towel hung over my left shoulder, and a pair of colorful boardshorts circled my waist. I had chosen the shorts that Jenna had bought me. They hung low enough on my hips that if I hadn’t trimmed my pubic hairs, more than a few curls would have poked out over the waistband. Mom didn’t like them–not when Jenna was around, and Jenna’s fingers had a tendency to glide across my skin, but maybe that would change now that we were alone. If Mom could show off, then why couldn’t I? (It had taken some effort to pull those shorts from their drawer and slide them up my legs.)

Next to the pool, opposite the granite wall, there was a row of white-cushioned lounge chairs and small glass tables. That’s where I found Mom. She lay on her back, with a white tennis visor on her head and sunglasses over her eyes. Her skin didn’t shine with lotion, and my heartbeat did a double-thump as soon as I saw that. She wore a small, red bikini top over her breasts, the kind made of strings that wrapped around her back and hooked over her shoulders, around her neck. The cups were half-moons that cut an angle across her breasts, covering her nipples but leaving the inner swells and the sides of her tits exposed.

I wanted to whistle. I had never seen my mother wear a top that exposed so much of her tit-flesh, and yet, I had to hide a sigh. I don’t know why I had thought that Mom would have worn less, but I had hoped. Did she think a bikini would keep me from running off to Jenna after her teasing today? And as if she wanted me to run off to Jenna, around her waist, she was wearing a mid-thigh length, white, semi-transparent wraparound skirt. A skirt? Damn it!

“It took you long enough to get down here,” Mom said. “I was about to go inside after you.”

“Ah, well,” I said and shrugged. “I was just picking out my suit.”

“I see,” Mom said. Behind her glasses, I couldn’t tell where her eyes had fallen on my body.

I walked over to her and dropped my towel on the chair next to hers. I was about to sit down when she said, “How about a quick dip?”

“Sure,” I said as the hairs on my body reached skyward.

Mom removed her visor and stood, her butt toward me, and through the transparent mesh of her skirt, I caught glimpses of her cheeks and thighs. Before I could decipher whether she was wearing a G-string or a thong, she unwrapped her skirt, revealing a thick red thong running through the crack of her small, golden, and pear-shaped ass.

God damn it, but my father was a lucky man.

“No tan lines,” I whispered aloud as though my mother wasn’t four feet from me.

“No,” Mom laughed. “No tan lines.” She turned around. “So, do you like my new bikini?”

Oh, dear lord, yes–yes, I did.

The thong riding my mother’s crack swept outward at her lower back, just above her cheeks, leaving them bare. The strings were maybe a quarter-inch thick, biting into her skin a tad, giving her slenderness a faint bulge above and below her waistline. In front, they swept down the cut of her hips to the V of her crotch, where they connected to a red, triangular patch of cloth that didn’t quite cover my mother’s vanilla pie. A quarter-inch of labia lay exposed to the elements. I could see the impressions of what had to be a fluffy landing strip pushing against the front of her nylon panties–panties that rode so low on her mound that I could see several wispy, flaxen hairs poking above the nylon.

My cock thickened, the head expanding at a slow rate–slow enough that the stretching of my glans exploded through my nerve endings.

“Mark?” Mom asked.

I raised my eyes, devouring her long body and her apple-sized breasts, whose just-over-a-handful size looked smaller than they were due to her height. Her nipples stood out straight and hard, stretching the nylon fibers forward and sideways, threatening to rip the threads apart. When I reached my mother’s face, I saw swirls of pink in her cheeks, but her sunglasses hid her eyes. An almost-smile ghosted the corners of her full lips.

“My bikini?” Mom asked.

“It’s breathtaking,” I whispered.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Thanks.” Mom’s smile widened. “I’m glad you like it. I’ve bought more, too, for the rest of the summer.” She breathed in, shivering, and then out, the sound trembling in the air. “And if things go well, maybe you can help me pick out more?”

I nodded my head.

Mom lifted her left hand to her glasses, took the temple piece between her thumb and forefinger, and slid them from her face. There was a smile in her green eyes and something else that I could only call a victory. She tossed her glasses on her lounge chair and turned away, walking toward the pool with her butt cheeks rolling and her long legs slipping one in front of the other with each step. As I drooled over her ass, my eyes caught the heart-shaped gap at the top of her thighs and the tender bulge of her soft pussy meat as it created a hanging crescent in the gusset of her panties.

Oh my god! My cock sprang up so fast, and my balls tightened so hard that I had to clench my teeth to bite back my groan. Mom reached the edge of the pool and dove forward, as graceful as the swan she was. As her steepled hands parted the water, I raced forward and dove in as well. The water coating my body was a crystalline blanket of freshness. I made sure to rise above the water at a depth that kept my waistline and erection hidden beneath the swaying water’s surface.

Let Mom see, my cock yelled at me. Let her fucking see what she does to us!

Maybe later, I mumbled to my perked-up soldier.

Mom came out of the water after I did, having swum to the opposite edge of the pool. Her head erupted through the water’s surface, her hair whipping up and back and flinging globs of liquid through the air. She turned around, running her hand over her face as the water painted her nylon bra to her tits and more ran down her stomach and hips and back into the pool.

“That feels good,” Mom said. “Race you to the end!”

Mom dove to her left, elongating her body as she started a sidestroke. I watched her for a moment, my eyes freezing to the gap between her thighs and the tight roll of nylon hammocking her muff. She had so much pussy meat for such a slender woman–so it looked in the water. My cock jerked, the head trying to rip through my shorts, creating a jolt of pleasure that ran along my shaft. Moaning, I followed my mother’s body through the pool, wishing that I had worn a pair of goggles so that I could better appreciate the light glinting off my mother’s body through the thickness of the oscillating water.