So I went back down and Kurt whistled. Of course I blushed and told him he was being naughty. I jumped in and we all started playing with the volleyball; we played a few games, with me switching sides. Then we switched to Marco Polo and thrashed around together and a few times, as I brushed up against either Josh or Kurt, I thought I could feel the well-filled crotch of their swimsuit but that may have been wishful thinking. What was real is that both Josh and Kurt were not bashful about brushing against my tits or ass, and once Kurt’s leg got between mine and it seemed like he was in no hurry to move it, and I guess if truth be known I wasn’t either. Finally we stopped, all pretty sapped by the thrashing around. Kurt asked if we had any beer around and I told him that we didn’t buy it much anymore since Josh was not at home. He volunteered to go get some so he slipped on a shirt and left.
Josh sat on the side of the pool and I stayed in. We chatted about his moving to San Francisco and what that would be like, and about how he and Louisa would manage. It was very pleasant to have him around, just being a normal mother and son. I was going to miss that when he moved.
“So mom, how have you really been? Is everything going okay?”
“Sure, things are going fine. I miss having you and Amy around the house but you know I still play lots of tennis and volunteer at the museum so that keeps me busy. I have also started dabbling in painting again and doing a little writing as well, or at least trying to. It’s harder than I thought it would be.”
“Painting and writing huh? That’s great. I know about your painting; you have some talent. I’d love to see what you’ve done so far. And what kind of things are you writing about?”
“Well, it is definitely non-fiction; I guess you could call them essays. Just things about life.”
“Wow,” he replied, “do you mention me? Can I read it?”
“No, you can’t. Once I get a little better, maybe, but not now.” Obviously, I didn’t want to tell him that, through a little bit of the writing, I had been re-living those times when we were having sex. I actually tried not to at first because I knew it was the wrong thing to do on most levels, but it was also the most sexually stimulating part of my life and I think about it every day and, on a visceral level, yearn for it constantly.
“Well, it’s great to be home for a few nights. By the way, I will be here three nights. I can drive back early Friday morning so we’ll have tonight and tomorrow night together. It’ll be like old times, Rita, just visiting and talking, and, having fun…”
We heard Kurt drive up so he didn’t finish but nevertheless I blushed. I had no idea what he was going to say and I was very, very conflicted when I tried to imagine. I know we all have those things in our lives, where we really, really know we shouldn’t have something, but really, really desperately want it at the same time. But most of the time, it involves something like alcohol or ice cream, not your son’s cock!
When Kurt came around the back, he had a funny expression on his face, almost like he was walking in on something. Not for the first time, I wondered if Josh had ever shared with him what we did.