“Um, what was that for, mom?” Matt asked as soon as she let him go.
“Oh, nothing baby. Just happy to be here with you.” She smiled widely at him. “I’ve so been looking forward to this trip.”
Jen looked carefully through the clear water down at her son’s swimming trunks, but she couldn’t quite make anything out. She knew it was wrong, but she really wanted to see just how excited she had gotten him. God, I really do need to get laid, she thought, a little embarrassed but nonetheless curious.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get in here so I can hug you too,” Sarah ordered her son.
Always having to one-up her, Sarah stood up further as she pulled him in and wedged her son’s face between her breasts.
“Jesus, mom! What the hell?” he exclaimed, but didn’t pull back. Sarah laughed at his reaction.
“Come on sweetie, I’m just messing with you. Or don’t you like mommy’s tits? Are they too big?” she asked and leaned forward to give him a better view.
“Of course not! They’re fine… um, I mean they’re okay,” Rick stumbled over his words, bright red in the face.
She really is shameless… Jen thought. More impressed than anything else.
Matt cursed his friend for his luck. Rick looked embarrassed, but he would have given anything for his mom to do that to him. Their mothers had very similar bodies, and though he didn’t know exactly how cup size was measured he thought their mothers had D, or even double D sized breasts. Either way they were pretty big, without looking too big. He had fantasized more than once about having his face mashed into them like that, among other things.
He was suddenly splashed in the face with water and turned to find his giggling mother. Before he knew it they were all wrestling each other in teams, the mothers on top of their son’s shoulders. Both the guys were secretly happy they could keep their lower half’s under water. Being between their attractive mothers thighs while they wrestled each other was having the expected effect.
After swimming and enjoying the water in more wholesome ways for a while, they all got up to dry off. They lay in the sun, spread out on their towels. The guys were listening to music while Jen and Sarah talked.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Jen whispered to her friend once she was sure their sons weren’t going to hear.
“What do you mean?” Sarah smiled and feigned innocence.
“You know what I mean. You can’t push your boobs in your son’s face like that.”
“Oh, come on. That was just some harmless fun,” she defended. “I saw that ‘hug’ of yours you know. Are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy that more than you should have?”
Jen felt her face heat up. She hadn’t thought she had noticed that. Sometimes she knew her too well.
“I just haven’t gotten laid in a while, okay?” Jen said in a hushed voice. “It just feels nice to be appreciated, even if that’s as far as it goes.” She held her friends eyes with a don’t-you-judge-me look.
“I knew it!” Sarah said and smiled gleefully. “Don’t worry though.” Her expression got serious. “I know exactly how you feel. I love it when Rick gets all hot and bothered around me. Makes me feel less like an old lady…”