John stood neck deep in water and watched admirably as Helen made her way sensuously to the shallow end and slowly climbed down the stairs until the tiny triangle of fabric covering her mound disappeared under the water. An involuntary groan escaped him when the rest of her slid out of sight. He couldn’t deny that she was one hot woman; the swelling in his trunks confirmed that. Gazing downward through the water he could just make out her distorted figure as it reached his legs. Without warning he felt her hands grab his legs and use them to pull herself up. When her hands reached the hem of his trunks one of them slid up the baggy leg hole and found his ball sack, squeezing it gently before releasing it as her head broke the surface.
“Helen!” he sputtered, staring into her mischievous eyes.
“Relax John, have a little fun for a change. You could always pay me back you know,” she giggled, grabbing his hand and placing it against her mound before he could react.
“God, what am I gonna do with you?” he said, yanking his hand off her mound and stepping around her heading for the shallow end of the pool.
“I have a few suggestions,” she called out, a tingle coursing through her pussy as she watched his retreating muscular back.
Stepping out of the pool John walked over to where his mother was fixing herself another drink. His pace slowed to a crawl as he took in the sight of her backside pointed in his direction. Her suit bottom had crept closer to her crack exposing a good deal of pale white cheeks to his gaze. He knew he should be disgusted with the thoughts that were running through his brain, but he wasn’t. Instead he briefly stopped and admired the view until she turned and reclaimed her seat. By the time he reached the serving cart his cock had gotten thicker in his trunks. He had a little trouble concentrating as he poured himself a drink before taking a seat on the far side of hers leaving Helen’s chair vacant.
“I’m really glad you’re here Mom,” John said as he settled back and began to sip his drink.
“Me too sweetie. Sorry it took so long to visit,” she replied, turning toward him and studying his face.
“That’s okay, I wouldn’t have been much fun to be around anyway.”
“I understand baby,” came her soft reply.
“What are you two talking about?” Helen asked as she approached.
“Nothing really,” Madison answered, annoyed at being robbed of some quality time with her son.
Helen fixed a drink and settled into the vacant chair before asking, “So Madi, have you told John what we discussed?”
Turning to look at them John asked, “What’s she talking about Mom?”
“Oh, nothing dear,” Madison replied, shooting a scathing look in Helen’s direction.
“I would hardly call it nothing Madi,” Helen retorted.
“Tell me,” John said, his interest piqued.
“Well honey,” Helen began, waving a hand in Madison’s direction when she saw her start to interrupt. “Your mother and I were thinking that it’s time you got back in the saddle.”
“Back in the saddle? You mean like start dating or something?” John wanted to know.