She was getting close to coming, and I fell silent and concentrated on her. She started to come, her pussy wetter than before, her nipples hard through her bikini top. This time a small cry escaped her lips, and she clamped her thighs around my hand, bucking her hips slightly. I acted casual, looking out at the water as she came. When she finished I withdrew my hand, looking down at her.
“God, I’m such a slut,” she said, grinning.
“I’m not complaining,” I said. Then I had a thought, “how’d you see my mom’s boyfriend naked?”
“Oh, I walked in on them once, when they were home for spring break. They were going at it, and I opened the door and there they were.”
“Details,” I said simply.
She laughed. “Well, she was bent over the bed, and he was doing her from behind. And when I walked in he pulled out of her, and so I saw the whole thing. I’d rate him average, but really thick. I’d never seen one that thick. He was pretty nice, I think his name was Michael.
“Anyway, Maggie told me to get out and after I shut the door I could hear them going at it again. I leaned against the door and rubbed myself off while they were doing it.”
Again, the vision of my mother getting taken from behind like that popped into my head. There was nothing odd about having a black boyfriend or girlfriend, but for some reason it was erotic just to know anything about my mother.
“Our neighbor, he had a small one,” she said, “but god, he knew how to use it. I used to come three or four times with him. Probably the best I’ve ever had.”
She sat up and took my hand. We went swimming, enjoying the warm gulf water and sneaking the occasional feel or kiss when no one was looking.
“Tell me more,” I said. “Did you, and your dad, did you ever actually do it.”
“No,” she said simply. “Apparently there are some lines I won’t cross. I mean, blood relatives and all. Besides, I think Mom liked keeping that to herself, you know. And anyway, I once took on a boyfriend and his neighbor, and when I moved to college I had a new boyfriend, and another and another. And then I married my ex, and that turned out just great.”
She laughed bitterly.
“And now?” I said.
“And now I’ve got a horny nephew, who isn’t a blood relative,” she grinned. “Come on.”
I followed her out of the water, watching her bikini hang off of her ass as she walked. We grabbed our towels and blanket and rinsed off in the beach approach shower. When we buckled into my car she looked around the parking lot. While it was mid-day, we are alone. She grinned, and untied her top, letting it fall away.
“Just drive,” she said, sinking low in her seat. I pulled out of the parking lot, driving slowly past a large, older gentleman whose eyes opened wide at the site of Jen’s tits. “Well, he got an eyeful,” she mused as we drove onto the main road. I found it hard to concentrate with her tits out like that. She rode low in the seat, so only her bare shoulders were visible.
“Is it weird to tell you about old partners?” she asked.
“Not if you’re going to take your top off,” I joked.