Caroline was startled at his declaration. Despite being drawn to her son sexually, she still saw him as her little boy, forgetting that he may now have a mind of his own.
‘I wasn’t thinking of you staying. I’m sure your grandparents would love to see us both and I thought we could take our costumes and use the pool.’
Jonjo relinquished his stance. It wouldn’t hurt to visit, he supposed. But he wouldn’t be staying, even if he had to walk home.
Caroline’s parents were wealthy and well-to-do; their large home, about an hour’s drive away, incorporated an indoor swimming pool. She had packed a costume in her bag, looking forward to lounging by the pool while watching Jonjo swim and parade around in just a pair of shorts.
Relaxing by the side of it in her dusky pink bikini, Caroline watched as Jonjo’s powerful strokes carried him from one end to the other before he executed an underwater turn and headed back towards her. Although her eyes followed him, in her imagination, he was climbing from the water naked, his erection bouncing up and down as he headed in her direction. Her pussy was on fire, and with his attention diverted, her fingers were teasing her distended labia. The bikini top did nothing to disguise her erect nipples, but she was so consumed by the scene she was imagining, that she had become oblivious to her surroundings.
After several lengths, Jonjo slowed and stopped, resting against the edge as he caught his breath. His grandfather had taught him to swim in this very pool, and each holiday, he would train until he became an accomplished swimmer. Whether his mother was not child orientated, Jonjo had no idea, over the years his grandparents had functioned as his surrogate parents.
He wondered if his mother realised that he could see what she was doing, watching surreptitiously as she touched herself. He slid underwater and resurfaced; she was still at it, appearing to be in a world of her own and oblivious to his presence. He found watching her, erotic, his cock automatically beginning to swell and expand. Whatever was taking place in her mind was arousing her; even from his present position, he could see that the crotch of her bikini bottoms had changed hue due to moisture.
With closed eyes, the scene in her head was quickly reaching its culmination, just a few moments longer and she would achieve her climax. Suddenly, she noticed the silence, unable to hear the splash of water as her son worked his way up and down the pool. She sensed that someone was watching her; it could only be Jonjo. Caroline’s hand froze. She wanted to move it away, but that would mean admitting that she had been touching herself. Afraid to open her eyes, she continued to lay motionless, the silence becoming oppressive.
‘You don’t have to stop if that is what you need to do.’
The sound of her son’s voice made Caroline jump; he was close. She was far too embarrassed to even think of opening her eyes now. In a flash, her hand was moved away, and then she jumped again, her eyes opening because suddenly, a finger other than her own had just stroked her pussy.