Mom had flipped onto her stomach now on the raft, only to look up once she heard me at the poolside. I unwrapped the towel, merciful at the sight of my now flaccid member in the Speedo.
“Hey! I haven’t seen that in while”, mom said with a smile, pointing to the Speedo. “Looking good, champ! Camp seems to have agreed with you.”
This was true. I had shed some pounds at camp (the food was terrible) and spent a four weeks teaching trumpet, swimming and rowing on a lake. I was tanned and trim and really felt the best I ever had. I fitted my swim team goggles onto my head and made my best racing dive from the deep end. I swam the length of the pool underwater.
The underside of mom’s raft held yet another visual pleasure for me. Manufactured a translucent orange plastic, I could see through the bottom of the raft. My mom’s tanned body, somewhat wet and pressed against the raft, revealed a few things that I had not yet had the privilege of viewing. The outer circles of both nipples, dark brown and silver dollar in size, were clearly visible to me through both the raft and the bikini top! “Shit”, I thought to myself, as my cock once again stiffened against my Speedo in the cool water. A few more underwater passes and I was able to make out the shadow of mom’s dark brown bush under her bikini bottom. There were several noticeable strands of her dark pubic hair sticking out of the sides of the frayed bikini as well. My dick was pressing relentlessly against the Speedo now.
“So talk to me, Greg”, mom said, as I finally surfaced, “and give your mom a kiss.” I leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips, detecting a faint taste of booze and Bonnie Bell Lip Smackers.
“Well, what would you like to hear first, mom?” I offered, thankful that she could not see my erection underwater with her sunglasses on.
“Did you meet any new friends”, she asked. “A few nice kids, yeah, but lot’s of your typical band geeks-just like last year.” “Any nice girls?” she asked coyly.
“Yeah, one named Samantha who was alright. Played clarinet.” In truth, I had my first sexual encounter with Samantha the week before camp ended, receiving my first hand job from her in the lake boathouse after a campfire.
“Anything else, Greg?” she asked.
Sheepishly, I replied “Awe mom, I’ll tell you at dinner. Hey, where is everyone, anyway?”
She sighed and said, “Your dad has been working nightshift now since you left for camp. He’s away a lot these days.” She added, her voice trailing off a bit tinged with sadness. “Nick left for college football camp this morning and Gina went with her best friend’s family for a 2 night camping trip. It’s just you and me, kiddo.” She was evidently tipsy, as her speech pattern was a bit slower then usual.
With that, she removed her sunglasses and slid sideways off of the raft and into the pool. I jumped onto the raft, stomach side down, hoping to squash my erectness. What the hell had I been thinking by wearing this thing now?! Mom did a few laps with her head out of the water, and then disappeared under the raft. She came up on the other side if the raft, tossing her shoulder level auburn hair back and behind her ears. She had big ears compared to the size of her head, but her hair almost always covered them. They looked delectable to me now as they glistened in the early evening setting sun.
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