As if on cue, the friends in the backyard yelled out, “Yay, the DJ is here.”
Satisfied that they had their answers, they piled off the bed and stood their looking down at us as Mom pulled herself off my hard cock. She groaned as she came off and slid her body to the edge of the bed and stood up. I rolled the other way onto my back and my cock slapped down on my stomach. June and Julie watched my cock and then looked at each other with smiles on their faces. I could almost read their minds. They both giggled and left Mom’s bedroom.
Mom went to the bathroom and I went to one of the three nearly floor to ceiling window looking out on the backyard where all the activity was. I pulled back the lace curtain so I could see. I scanned across the yard, examining each of the twin’s friends in their bikinis while I stroked my cock. I completed my scan and noticed that Sophia must have seen the curtains move and she was looking up at me. Nearly my entire body was visible in the window. She grinned up at me and raised her right hand giving me the universal sign for masturbating. I let the curtains fall back together and stepped back with a face flushed with embarrassment. I went to the bathroom and climbed into the shower with Mom. We hugged and kissed while she lathered up my dick and that action quickly turned into her jerking me off. I fondled her tits and rolled my index fingers over her nipples. She moaned on my lips.
I dried her off and she dried me, using the towel to continue jerking on my cock. I had to pull away from her as she chased me with the towel, like I had chased her once. There was always payback. We both went back to her room and dressed. A load feedback squelch came from the DJ’s equipment and then music started playing. It was loud and Mom hurried down the stairs. I watched through the lace curtain and Mom hurried over to the DJ and I could see her talking. The music quieted considerably to the complaints of the twins and their friends.
I was careful to stay out of the way for the rest of the day by staying on the periphery. The girls were having a good time as were the friends. I pretty much had a hard-on all day from watching seven beautiful girls in their skimpy bikinis as they danced on the wide concrete decking around the pool. When they started playing “Marco-Polo” in the pool, I went back inside wishing that I could go back in time and kill the person who invented that game.
Mom was in the family room reading a ‘People’ magazine. She laughed when she saw my erection tenting on my shorts. She said, “I don’t know why you insist on torturing yourself with those girls.” She flipped a few pages and put the magazine down on the coffee table. She motioned for me to come over and then patted the cushion next to her. I came over with zero embarrassment about my obvious tent.
Mom ran the palm of her hand over the top of my tent and said, “Oh my. You really are hard.” I nodded and watched to see what she was going to do next. She wrapped her fingers around my shorts-clad shaft and squeezed. My erection got harder as I let out a groan.