Before he could reply or react in any way, she slid a hand behind her body, covering his hand, and helping him squeeze her round ass cheek. “I know you don’t want me to have to tell your father that you were being naughty out here in the pool. He’s likely to send you to bed without dinner… or worse. So, be a good boy, hm?”
Carla could not help but enjoy the absurdity of the quickly moving afternoon, and truth be told, he was making her pretty hot, both from his responsiveness, as well as his sexy body.
He cracked a little grin as she returned the lewdness, eyebrow raising up. The hand helped him squeeze her cheek, and he made it putty in his hands, squeezing and massaging the flesh before slowly pulling it back to rest on her hip.
“Well, I should be a good boy for Mommy, shouldn’t I?” He replied teasingly, looking at the back door, praying that nobody was watching or headed out the door. “How about we go into the pool house and dry off a little bit? Get out of these awful wet clothes.”
“Sounds fine to me,” she agreed, hopping up out of the pool easily. Standing at the edge of the pool, looking down at him, her eyes glinted with mischievousness. Flipping her long hair over her shoulder, she wrung it out slowly, letting the drips fall down onto him.
“You should lose the shorts here, I think. Lay them out on the chair over there. I want to watch you walk across to the pool house, wearing nothing.” Her eyes were locked onto his, challenging him, waiting to see if he might falter, or show apprehension at being overseen from the house.
A flicker went to his stomach; that really was a daring move. Nervously, he looked to the house, then back at her and shrugged, pretending the thought didn’t terrify him. Zack quickly pulled his shorts down and hoisted himself up and out of the water. Standing there completely nude, right in front of his new mother. His half-hard cock was throbbing as it dripped from the pool water, matted down black pubes all around it.
He tossed the shorts to the chair, then slowly made his way to the pool house, walking behind her for a moment. As they got closer, he sped up to a bit of a jog, cringing at the ridiculous way his dick bobbed in the air, to open the door for her.
“What nice manners you have,” she said with a smile. Her blue eyes traveled down the length of his body, staring at his half-erect cock hungrily. He was already plenty big enough and she just knew he would be glorious at full strength. Oh, lord, this was gonna get her in trouble, she thought. But she had no intention of stopping.
Carla knew they were alone, aside from the staff in the main house, for at least the next few hours. Her husband was punctual and a bear about sticking to a schedule, so his workday would not end one minute earlier than he planned for. They were probably safe… but who knows what might happen?
Slipping into the dim pool house, Carla walked across the floor and selected a towel off the wall hook. Wrapping her lower half in the towel, she sunk down into a comfortable chair, leaning back to look at him silently for a few minutes.