“Make room, champ! There’s plenty of room on that raft for the two of us,” she said. And with that, hoisted her body in one motion onto the raft, smashing into me with wet softness.
“What the heck, mom!” I said, with my engorged member now just inches from her pussy.
“Turn over and tell me more about camp, Greg” mom implored.
Fuck no, if I turned over now, I would be in for the embarrassment of a lifetime. “No mom, I’m pretty comfy laying face down, actually.” I said.
“Fine, fine, but do me a favor and hand me my drink from the cup holder, will ya’ hon?” she asked. To accomplish this task for her, I had to turn over, sit up and twist to my right in order to hand her the drink. I thought about it for a second and though that I could do a quick maneuver without her detecting a thing before returning to my position.
As I began to sit up, I braced myself with my left hand as I reached for her drink with the right. The left hand suddenly slipped on the wet raft. Within a matter of seconds, the drink went up and landed in the pool, I fell onto my back next to her and realized that some thing had gone awry with my old Speedo. The old elasticized waistband had given out and snapped. My throbbing cock was now in full view of my mom’s bulging eyeballs. Simultaneously, she offered softly but audibly, “Holy mother of Christ!” as I tried unsuccessfully to pull my broken Speedo above the head of my dick. I managed only to slide it sideways, toward my hip under the suit, but the boner from hell was still not to be totally hidden now.
“I am so sorry, mom”, I cried, my face now a bright crimson hue. Her eyes were still like saucers but she had managed to close her mouth a bit from its previous drop-jawed state.
After what seemed a lifetime, she said to me, “Greg. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Accidents happen. Let me get you a towel to cover up.” She jumped off the raft and went up the steps on the ladder. As she came back to into the water with a towel held above her head, it was plain to see that her sizable nipples were now at full attention and poking about a half inch outwards. Mom evidently enjoyed this unplanned show quite a bit. I could also tell that her breathing was accelerated by the rise and fall of her boobs. Holy shit, what a predicament.
What happened next is the stuff of pure fable. Mom draped the towel over my crotch, and as she drew her hands away, the right one lingered over and traced the outline of my penis. I made an audible gasp, as she smiled and said, “Honey, I don’t know what you are packing down there but what I saw was WAY bigger than your dad’s.” I had never seen my dad’s penis, erect or otherwise, as he was a fairly reserved and protective person. I had measured my penis may times, and knew it to be exactly 8 ¼ inches. The base was pretty normal, but it grew in girth toward the head like an ice cream come. Samantha could not get over how thick my dick head was at camp.
Mom stopped tracing my cock through the towel, and now grabbed it firmly with both hands. Her eyes held fast to the package in her grasp as she then began a slow but deliberate cock massage through the towel, which had now soaked through with pool water. She was in a veritable trance. I was in utter shock, unable to get much air though my windpipe, let alone speak! The setting sun, cool summer breeze and sight of my aroused mom are forever burned into my memory. She next quickly untied her spaghetti string top, freeing her 36 C’s at just about the same height as the raft. They sagged only slightly due to their weight, but were otherwise perfect summer melons ripe for the picking. Somehow, my erection grew stronger at the sight of mom topless, and as she felt this surge her eyes opened a bit wider and she as gave me an appreciative smile.
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