With his hands trembling slightly he carried two tall glasses over, handing Helen hers first, before going and standing in front of his mother. Holding out her glass he couldn’t take his eyes off the soft white tops of her breasts overflowing out of the swimsuit.
“John, honey?” Madison said softly.
“Yeah Mom?” he mumbled back, his eyes never wavering from her chest.
“My eyes are up here sweetie,” she replied, unable to prevent her nipples from stiffening as her son’s eyes devoured her exposed flesh.
“Oh, sorry Mom,” he stammered slowly backing away. “I think we need more ice.”
Giggling Helen leaned over and whispered, “Told you he’d like it,” as they watched him disappear into the house with the half full ice bucket.
She didn’t have to be told the obvious; her son’s lust-filled eyes had conveyed that tidbit of knowledge loud and clear. What wasn’t so obvious to her was why she’d gotten such a thrill out of having him molest her with his eyes. Her nipples were still painfully stiff and the dampness at her crotch continued to spread. Downing her drink in several large gulps she stood up and walked over to the serving cart.
“Well I’ll be damned! He got you hot just looking at you didn’t he?” Helen snickered.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Madison asked shyly, taking her seat, a fresh drink in her trembling hand.
“Don’t play coy with me, if your nipples were any harder they’d pop right off your tits. Admit it, your son just turned you on,” Helen continued.
“That’s nonsense,” Madison replied weakly.
“Is it Madi? Let me ask you this. When’s the last time you got laid? Can you even remember that far back?”
“I date…occasionally,” she mumbled.
“I’m not talking about dating, I’m talking about the last time you had your world rocked by a thick hard cock. I’m talking about the last time you got fucked so hard it took two days before you could walk normal again. That’s what I’m talking about,” Helen whispered conspiratorially.
“My God Helen, you don’t have to be so crass,” Madison said, then took another healthy gulp of her drink.
“Listen sweetie, you’re not getting any younger. You’ve got to grab life by the balls and squeeze everything you can out of it.”
“What are you lovely ladies talking about?” John asked as he approached.
“Oh, just girl talk. You forgot the ice honey,” Madison told him, noticing the only thing he’d brought back was the bottle of tequila and a half full glass.
“Geez,” he grumbled.
“I’ll get it,” Helen announced, getting up and heading toward the house, her ass swishing back and forth the entire distance.
“She’s something else,” Madison said more to herself than to anyone in particular.
“That she is,” John agreed sitting down in Helen’s vacant chair and turning to face his mother. “Listen Mom, I want to apologize for how I stared at you earlier. You just look so good in that suit I couldn’t help myself.”
“Thank you John, I’m flattered that you think so. But I wish you’d do me a favor and not drink too much, okay?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he said, tipping the glass and draining the rest of his drink before standing and saying he was going for a swim.