Jonjo was perched next to her, staring intently into her eyes. Without saying a word, his finger slid along the lips of her pussy once more. Caroline’s arousal, which had quickly disappeared when he had spoken to her, immediately returned. She should have told him to stop, to appear furious at what he was doing, but her mouth refused to work, and her mind wanted him to do more. His stoking continued through the flimsy material of her bikini bottoms; she wanted to scream at him to finger her, to perhaps fuck her. But with her arousal nearing its summit, she just needed to climax.
The sensations started deep down, the sudden release of building pressures as her climax made her body rigid. Clamping her thighs together, she gripped her son’s wrist tightly, holding it in place as his finger continued to gently rub her vagina. Caroline tried to stop her groans of pleasure, but they crept out anyway, her buttocks and shoulders pushing against the lounger as her spine arched, and her head was thrown back.
She was still recovering from the enormity of her orgasm when she felt Jonjo’s hand withdraw. By the time she was breathing slowly, and her eyes opened again, he had disappeared. About to go after him, Caroline realised she needed to take a dip in the pool before entering the main house; the gusset of her bikini bottoms was a different shade from the rest due to the juices she had lost.
By the time she exited the water, dried her body, and then went to her room and dressed, Jonjo was downstairs with her parents. Try as she might, for the rest of that day, whether it was coincidental or whether it was intentional, she could not manage to get him alone.
‘Well, at least on the journey home it will only be me and Jonjo,’ she thought to herself.
Her plan was scuppered when her mother asked. ‘Why don’t you and Jonjo stay over and then we can have a BBQ tomorrow.’
Before Caroline could say anything, her son had agreed. The rest of the day, she found, was frustrating. Now that he had touched her, she wanted an explanation. In reality, what she wanted was for her son to touch her some more, to ultimately, if he was up for it, have sex with her. As bedtime rolled around, all four of them retired. Dressed in a borrowed robe, she was deliberating whether to go to her son’s room once all activity had died down and the house was quiet.
A soft knock came at her door, and she opened it to find Jonjo outside. He slipped around it dressed in a borrowed pair of pyjama bottoms, and closed it behind him, giving her no chance to say anything, as he spun her around so that she was pressed up against the door. Her eyes went wide with surprise as his face drew closer to her own, and then he kissed her.
Despite having attended a boys-only school, it did not mean that he was ignorant of women. The local town had boasted a multitude of young girls and even women, all eager to catch the eye of this tall handsome young man. He’d had more than his fill; his strong libido meant that he had begun entertaining more than one or two during opportunistic evenings and weekends since his birthday.