I started on Mom’s shoulders and her hand fell off the edge of her chair into my lap. I said, “Jesus Mom. Do you want to get caught?” She grinned but didn’t respond to my question. Instead, she ran her fingers to my thigh and inside my bathing suit. I groaned as I moved my cream covered hands down to the fleshy part of her tits. She giggled at my discomfort. My heart was jack-hammering in my chest. I was having trouble breathing. It was just like that first time with her.
I didn’t spend any time on her exposed chest and started to move down to her stomach but she pulled my hand back to her chest with her free hand. She pulled one tit out of her bikini top and said, “You missed a spot.” I was dying and she was grinning. I quickly ran my hands over her exposed tit and pulled her bikini top back in place. She did the same on the other tit and I quickly smeared sunscreen over her nipple. She giggled as I pulled that half of her bikini top up. She squeezed my cock in my suit and I groaned and nearly doubled over. She giggled again and the twins did too. They knew exactly what Mom was doing, even if they couldn’t see anything. Mom said, “Is the cum between my tits all dried?”
I said, “Some is but there is still a lot that isn’t.” Mom grinned and inhaled deeply and she threw me an air-kiss as I moved down to her stomach. She reached down and pulled her bikini bottom an inch lower and her pubic hair was showing. She whispered, “Don’t miss a spot.” I nodded and pushed my fingers down to the edge of her bikini bottom and she lifted her hips up as my fingers went through the edge of her pubic hair. There wasn’t much there. She had shaved it all off except for a narrow strip down just above her sex.
I moved on to her legs and she parted her thighs so I could get sunscreen between them. I quickly realized that Mom was using my hard cock as a feedback system to tell me when she thought I was missing a spot. She’d squeeze my cock with her fingers if I quickly moved past a spot like between her thighs up close to her pussy. I repositioned myself as I moved down her legs.
When I finished up her toes, she released my cock and I thought I was done. Then Mom dropped the back of her chair and rolled over on her stomach facing me and the house. I started on her calves, kind of giving her a massage with the slippery sunscreen. She moaned as I moved up to the back of her thighs. I was a little too careful at the top of her thighs and she reached up to grip my throbbing cock again. She squeezed it hard and said, “I definitely don’t want to burn there. Don’t worry. He’s not looking out the window.” I lathered up my hands and pushed my fingers up under the edge of her bikini bottom and she parted her legs to allow my fingers to move down the top of her thighs. She moaned again as I ran my fingers less than an inch from her pussy. She reached behind her with her free hand and pulled the top of her bikini bottom down an inch to the top of her butt-crack and I smeared the cream and rubbed it in.