The split second it took me to swing open the pool gate would change my life forever. As I released the gate latch and entered with a loud, “Look who’s back!” I caught my mom quickly remove her hand from her white bikini bottom. “Greg!” she cried out, “I didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow afternoon!” With her sunglasses on, it was hard to tell what her eyes were saying, but her tone of voice indicated a bit of disappointment and exasperation for some reason. Mom could have a very hot temper at times, but she seemed to be holding it back a bit now. As I spoke, a thousand ideas flew trough my mind regarding what I had just seen my mom do.
“I was offered a ride back home early with Tim McGrath’s family, so I took it. I could give Tim a call back to see if I could have a sleepover at his house tonight if you want.” I said, hoping to calm her a bit.
“Don’t be silly, honey! It’s great to see you back! How was camp? Tell me everything!”. Her mood seemed to lighten very quickly, and she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her eyes had a happy/sleepy look I had only seen her have at the cocktail parties she and dad hosted once in a while at our house. She clearly was looking forward to a quite night alone at her home, with all the pleasures that might accompany it. I had evidently spoiled that for her.
“Tell you what, Greg. You can tell me everything over dinner. I’ve made a fresh pasta sauce and we can have a nice meal together later. Why don’t you put on your suit and join me for a quick dip before dinner?” she asked, as she took a long sip from her Seven & 7.
“Sounds great, mom!” I answered as I headed back toward the gate. “I’ll be back in a little while”.
Did I just catch my mom playing with herself? Really? Holy Shit! Maybe she just had an itch. Whatever it was, it had my mind racing with thoughts. My penis was semi-erect from the mere excitement of that fleeting moment, and hopefully mom did not notice any of that through my Levi’s at the pool. I went back into my room and fished out my bathing suit from my camp duffle bag. As I stripped down to put on my suit, I took a look toward the pool out of my bedroom window. It was hard to see much from that distance, but I could still make out the figure of a white bikini on a raft. I ran naked to my big brother Nick’s bedroom and grabbed his binoculars from his closet. My breathing was getting quicker and my heart was pounding. Back in my room, I focused the binoculars on the raft and watched in amazement as my mom reached back into her bikini bottom with her right hand. While I could not detect exactly what she was doing from this distance, her hand was under there for well over 5 minutes. I was frozen in awe as I stood perfectly still at my window, binoculars raised with my cock now at full mast. This was by far the most sexually excited I had ever been in my entire life.
I slipped on my bathing suit and grabbed a pool towel from the bathroom. A thought occurred to me on my way downstairs, and I quickly bounded back up the stairs. My old Swim team bathing suit, on of the Mark Spitz models with an American flag motif by Speedo, had not been worn in well over a year. I found it at the bottom of my underwear draw and tried it on. My dick had gone down a bit now, but with this suit on, my package was pretty evident. I was in such a hazy mental state that I was frankly curious to see if I could somehow turn my mom on. I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed for the pool.
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