John was surprised to feel his mom’s arms wrap around his waist beneath the water. They were deeper now, the water at chest level, and his mom pushed her feet off the sand to close the distance to the surface. Her arms slid up her son’s sides, her hands against his back. Her breasts pushed firmly against the front of his body, dragging up its length until they came to stop against his chest. They were both standing, mostly underwater, her arms embracing him. John tried to break free, playing along with the game, but his mom would not have it. She pulled backwards, trying to get her son off his feet. Her breasts tingled as they ground against him. Realizing that he would not fall, she hooked one leg around his and pulled. Her crotch pressed into the front of his thigh. She did not want to move, but knew she had to keep up the façade of the game. She hooked her leg tighter around his and pulled as hard as she could. Because she was fairly strong, the strategy worked. John lost his balance and fell upon his mother. Together they sunk beneath the surface, their bodies entangled. In his struggles to get free, John’s hand pushed into one of his mom’s breasts. He did not realize what he had touched, but she moaned under the water, air bubbles of pleasure escaping her lips.
They came to the surface together, both smiling. John smiled because he was enjoying the game, but John’s mom was smiling at the possibilities flying around inside her head. What next? She decided to simply stick with what was working.
“Okay babe,” she breathed, her face flush. “Now let’s play fair. We try to knock each other over, best two out of three. Kay?” She stood with her wet dripping breasts fully above the surface of the water, watching her son, gauging his response.
Always one to enjoy a fun game, John agreed. She indicated that he should go first, so he began to circle her. When he was between her and the beach, the water was waist deep. When he came back to the opposite side, the water was just above his neck. He chose to attack from the side, where the water came up to his stomach. He crept towards his mom, but she was prepared for his attack.
Or so she thought. The ferocity of his charge caught her off guard. He ran at her, very fast for being in stomach-deep water, and fully wrapped his body around hers. She gasped in pleasure as his arms embraced her and he pushed her over. Briefly she felt his cock against one of her thighs. Then he was past her. She turned to face him, wiping water from his face.
“Ohh, that was mean!” his mom pouted. He just shrugged and prepared for her turn. Little did he know that his mom was growing more aroused, and that she was quickly losing control. She moved towards him in the now chest-deep water. Gently she reached out and touched his chest at arm’s length. He thought she may be searching for a weakness, or trying to create one in her gentle prodding, so he stood fast.
In fact, she was just enjoying the feel of his chest. God, she thought, did he feel good. His chest was hard and she could not help but stroke it. She moved closer, her hands caressing his sides now. John’s mouth opened a little in surprise, and she kissed his lower lip, their bodies almost touching. And then suddenly she shoved, easily pushing him off his feet. She could not believe what she had just done, and was incredibly relieved that John seemed to think it was all part of the game. He scowled.