“That was so not fair, mom.” She just laughed, a laugh that came from deep within her chest. An erotic laugh.
Now it was John’s turn again. If she were to fall, the game would be over. She was simply determined not to fall down, wanting to prolong this experience as long as possible. She moved into stomach-deep water. Immediately her son came at her, pushing at her shoulders again. This time, she was ready, and she pushed back, dunking him below the water. One of his hands slid down her chest, over one breast, and a finger caught in her bikini strap. The top was stretched down before his finger broke free, and John’s mom looked down. The top had snapped back against her breast, but it was too far to the side. One of her nipples was fully exposed.
John, having pulled a short distance away, noticed it too. He was too embarrassed to say anything, though, and figured his mom would notice it on her own. He approached her again, this time trying another tactic. He dropped underwater and swam towards her. In the murkiness he saw her legs and bikini bottoms come into view. Some of her stomach was visible as well. John went for her thighs. Reaching around to the back of her legs, he pulled. His hands slipped from his mom’s legs and he tried again, only to encounter the same problem. The third time, instead of reaching for her thighs, he reached for her hips. He grabbed and squeezed his mom’s hips, trying to pull her off balance. One hand slipped to her ass, squeezing it in his frantic tugging, then returning to her hips. Finally, he pushed away and surfaced.
John’s mom was dizzy with pleasure. Her son had touched her hips, her thighs, even her ass. And now, back at the surface, she knew he could see her nipple. But she made no move to fix her top. It was too much of a turn on. She grinned at him.
“I think you have one more try before it’s my turn,” she teased. John watched a droplet of water form on her nipple and then splash into the ocean. Should he tell her? He shook his head and then charged.
His mom knew she would not be able to stand against this charge. She waited for it, her arms wide beneath the water, ready to embrace her son. When he hit her, she fell back willingly. He had come head first, and his face brushed against the breast whose nipple was not showing. She wrapped her arms around him, touching his ass, and pulled him under with her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her crotch pushed into his. Again she felt his cock, but this time it was between her legs. It was not hard, but she did not care. She ground against it anyway in the confusion beneath the water, her thighs tightening. Her son tried to get away, but she squeezed him hard, in a big bear hug. She pulled him into her breasts, felt his skin against her fully erect and exposed nipple. When she determined that staying this way any longer would no longer seem innocent to her son, she released him.
They both surfaced at the same time. John was breathing hard, as was she, although not for the same reason. She felt like a sexed-up beast, craving pleasure on a very basic level. When she took her son’s hand and led him deeper into the water, he followed.