her a smile to prove it.
His mother felt uneasy as she sat there, wanting to relieve the tensions between them, but she didn't know quite what, to do. She thought the water might help.
'Let's swim!' she said with a smile, and standing, she took her son's hand firmly and pulled him up from the chair. He wasn't especially in the mood to swim, but he didn't want to argue with his mother either, so he followed her lead and jumped in the blue water. The cool liquid felt good on his perspiring body as he tried to relax. He lay back and let the water take him while his mother watched.
'Is something bothering you today, Billy?'
'Oh, nothing in particular,' he said, then, trying to avoid her, he swam as hard as he could back and forth across the pool three times. His muscles ached as he finished the last lap and finally ended up next to his mother.
'Wow! That was great!' she said, rather impressed by him. He stood up now, the water reaching his waist, and his large, muscular young body glistened in the sunlight.
He looked like the statue of David as he stood there, his mother admiring her son's tremendous body. She thought that he was really a beautiful hunk of man. She hadn't realized, as most mothers fail to realize, that her son was a man now. The years of adolescence had slipped by so fast, she didn't know where the years had gone. She could remember when Billy was a kid, how she and Joseph used to take him to the beach and watch him wade in the tiny waves that broke on shore. And now, as she turned around, a full-grown, beautifully built man stood next to her.
The sight of his muscular young body aroused her a bit, and feeling a tingle of excitement in her she felt a bit ashamed, for this was her own son! She tried to put the thought out of her mind.
'I wonder what happened to your father,' she mused, looking over at the gate, wondering when he was going to come. She moved a bit closer to her son. As she came nearer, he grew uneasy.
'Hem be here soon,' he insisted. As she got closer to him, she saw a sear on his cheek.
'What happened to your cheek?' she wandered. She was coming right next to him now to examine the scar more closely, but he backed away.
'I was playing football. Got it about two months ago.' And he was retreating from her quickly. She wondered what was going an.
'Billy, why are you backing away from me?'
'I don't know, Mother.'
'Do I scare you or something?'
'I don't know. I guess it's just, well, I haven't been around you for so long, it seems like I hardly know you.'
She came closer to him now, backing him into the wall, trying to reassure him.
'Well, don't worry, Son, there's nothing to worry about.'
She held out her hand for him, and slowly he reached out and gave her his. She held it like a mother, feeling the strength of her son, the power of his hand and wrist.
'Maybe we should go up to the apartment,' she suggested. The words stunned Billy, and he retorted quickly.
'No, let's stay here,' he said nervously.
'Why?'
'Because, well, he just said to wait for him.'
'Well, maybe they're tasking and we should join them.' She knew Billy was trying to bide something.
'No, let's stay here,' he insisted, and she could feel his hand tighten around hers. She knew there was something funny going on, and she wanted to know what it was. Billy held her hand firmly now as he gazed down at his mother. Her tits were heaving as she tried to maneuver Billy into letting her, go. The size of his mother's boobs overwhelmed him momentarily.
'I really think we should go up there,' she said, trying to pull her hand from his grip. But she couldn't; he was just too strong.
'It would be better if we stayed here, Mom,' he said, trying to hide his anxiety. But she wanted to go.
'I'm sorry, Billy. I'm going.' Then with all her strength she pulled her hand away from him, swimming to the ladder to climb from the pool.
But Billy was right behind her. He knew that he didn't want her to go up there and find out about the incident.
'Wait!' Billy pleaded, but to no avail. As she placed her foot on the ladder, he reached out to try and catch her. In the confusion, his thumb caught in her strap and it snapped in his hands. She turned around, her left tit hanging down in full view.
Billy was shocked. He didn't know what to do. Embarrassed, he tried to say he was sorry, but nothing came from his mouth. His mother looked at him and her hand reached up to her boob. Her full, pebbly nipple excited him, and she could see that he was becoming aroused.
'I… I'm sorry, Mother,' he said shyly, but she only smiled.
'That's all right, Billy. So you like my breasts?' The excitement that was bubbling inside of him started to arouse Marcia. She could feel his lusty gaze upon her as she rubbed her nipple with her palm.
'Do you think I'm pretty?' she asked, but he remained silent. 'Maybe you'd like to see more,' she added, raising her eyebrows. Billy didn't object, and she reached behind her and loosened the other strap, pulling it down over her other boob. Billy was spellbound.
Mrs. Huston, too, was leaping with desire now. 'Would you like to touch me, Billy?' she said quietly.
Billy continued to stare at her. But then her hand reached down and found his hand, and she placed it on her luscious nipple.
'Rub me,' she said, guiding his hand in a circle around her tit. Her nipple felt different than his sisters and he fingered her lightly. Then he pinched her tits as she drew closer to him. He could feel his heart racing faster and faster as his mother's mouth drew closer to his own.
Her hot breath was upon him now; then her lips brushed lightly against his. They lingered there for a moment, then retreated.
'Do you think I'm beautiful?' she asked him, demanding an answer.
'Oh yes, Mother,' his voice quivered, and then he grabbed her, unable to control himself any more, pulling her to him. His mouth smothered hers and he felt her tongue probe inside. Her hands cupped his head, her fingers playing in his ears and sending wild sensations through him. Her touch was so sure, her tongue so certain and hot. Her hands clawed at his strong back as her mouth went wild, kissing his neck, forehead and chest.
The two of them forgot that they were outside, in the open pool. He twisted her, nipples upward, filling her whole body with a warmth. His hands were strong upon her, and Marcia felt waves of hot passion fill her.
Billy could feel his cock swell to enormous proportions as it throbbed in the water, his mother covering his chest with her sweet kisses. Her hands ran down his back, sending shivers along his spine. The combination of her hot hands and lips on his hot body, and the cool water that wet his dick was a new sensation. He tensed as her fingers scratched the small of his back, her thumbs digging into his trunks.
His body felt so good to her, so young and firm and full of life, that she just forgot for a moment that he was her son. She could feel her cunt pulsing hard for his prick.
'Take my suit off,' she demanded as Billy continued to finger her nipples. Wanting to free herself of the suit, wanting to feel his big cock inside of her, she frantically reached up and pulled her bathing suit down, over her belly, over her crotch, revealing her throbbing cunt. Billy looked down into the water, and he could see her dark pussy mound moving closer to his crotch.
'Let me show you what a real woman feels like, Billy,' she whispered her hands finding his trunks again, her thumbs probing for his butt. She felt him squeeze her waist, and then he moved his hands over her asscheeks.
Billy felt like he was going to burst from excitement as Marcia inched his trunks down over his butt. Then, moving her hands in front, she found his leaping rod.
'Wow!' she cried, amazed at the size and strength of his puking dick. Her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, stroking back and forth his butt tensing with her touch. Then her mouth found his again, and they locked in an mbrace, her hand under water, stroking his solid prick.
