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Tucker's Summer: Mom's New Swimsuit

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As I stated in the first chapter this story contains ridiculous body part sizes and is not to be taken seriously. If preposterous proportions offend your sensibilities then please DON'T read any further. For those that do, I hope you just have fun with it.

The next day was Saturday and I dreaded going downstairs. Both Mom and Dad would be home. Hiding out in my room really wasn't an option unfortunately. It would only raise suspicions from both my parents, so reluctantly at nine o'clock I grew a set and ventured into the unknown, well aware of my own mortality.

Dad was the only one around as I made my way to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. Dressed in his golfing getup he was calmly sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking his coffee. I began to relax a little. I almost shit my pants when he suddenly folded the paper and told me to join him. Just because he's a banker don't think for one minute that I wasn't going to do what he wanted. Before yours truly was born he used to be a member of Uncle Sam's special forces, and I knew for a fact that he still kept himself in very decent shape. I sat down and nervously began spooning cereal into my dry mouth.

"Now that you're out of school," he began in that deep baritone voice of his, "Have you thought about your future?"

Was he going to give me the ole, "You can either go to college or into the army," speech again? I sat there and waited to find out.

"Our personnel director at the bank thinks you would be a good candidate for the internship program we just started," he said.

"You guys have an internship program now?"

"Just started it. You could be one of the first to use it," he answered, a little pride slipping into his voice.

"I don't know Dad. When would I have to let you know?"

"It doesn't kick in until the fall, after school starts back up. So you will have plenty of time to screw around before then," he told me.

Screw around? Did he know more than I gave him credit for, or was that just his way of saying enjoy the rest of the summer, because come fall you're going to be doing something, or else?

"Mrs. Babcock thinks you would be perfect. You remember her don't you? Lives two streets over on Maple."

Was Dad fucking with me, or what? Mrs. Babcock? Sure I remember her. Brunette, widowed, about forty years old, slim with a nice rack. Sure, I know who she is, I'm supposed to start doing her yard work next weekend. My dick jumped for joy in the baggy swim trunks I had thrown on.

"Sounds like something worth checking into," I said, hoping he wouldn't think I was just trying to placate him.

"Glad to hear that son."

"Where's Mom and Julie," I asked curious, but also wanting to change the subject.

"Believe it or not your Mother has decided it's time to update her swimwear. She took Julie to help her pick out something a little more modern than that old one-piece she always wears," he chuckled.

My mind reeled with this revelation. Something modern? And she took Julie to help her pick it out? Holy shit! If Mom starts prancing around by the pool in a butt thong bottom and tiny patches of fabric barely covering her nipples, then I would have to spend all the time she's home locked in my room. My cock jumped once more.

Now don't get me wrong, but until last night I have never even thought about having sex with my own family. Sure, they're good looking and have killer bods, but that was as far as my mind had ventured until Julie opened my eyes to what was around me. It's not like I wasn't getting laid, but the sheer taboo of banging my sister had made me have the most intense orgasm I've ever enjoyed. Out of the blue my mind wondered what kind of orgasm I would have if I nailed mom. That's messed up dude I silently reprimanded myself. My cock jumped anyway.

"Well I'm off for 18 holes with the guys," Dad said getting up and stretching his six-foot frame.

"Have a good time Dad," I remarked, my mind far away.

"Thanks son. And Tucker, the pool needs to be skimmed," he threw in.

Finished with my breakfast, marching orders in hand, I headed out back. It took almost an hour to skim the floaties from the water, and as I was putting things away Mr. Crenshaw called out to me from the other side of the fence. Turning, I saw him peering over, just barely. The first thought that ran through my mind was how short he was, and a flood of other thoughts followed that, none of them pleasant. Did he find out about yesterday? Had Dottie been unable to clean the slug trail from the recliner? Did she grow remorseful and blab? So many possibilities tortured my young mind as I sidled up to the fence and said hello.

"Dot wanted me to thank you for your help yesterday. She also said she forgot to pay you," he said handing me three twenty dollar bills over the fence.

"I don't need to be paid for helping," I squeaked.

"Nonsense, besides I'm sure she will need your help again soon," he said, then with a leering grin and a wink he left me standing there totally confused.

With the pool cleaned I felt it only right that I be the first to dive in. A few laps in the cool water did help relax my nerves a little, by the time I climbed out I felt pretty good about myself. Stretched out on one of the chaise lounges by the pool I took in the warming heat of the June sun and must have dozed off. The next thing I know I hear the pitter-patter of bare feet slapping on the concrete deck surrounding the pool. Opening my eyes to slits I saw Julie running my way. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. Even with the light pink bra, clearly visible under her blouse, her boobs bounced delightfully as she rushed to where I was. Swatting my feet off the end of the lounger she straddled it facing me, her short skirt hiking way up her thighs.

"Tucker listen, Mom will be here in a minute so we have to act normal," she sounded rushed.

Awkwardly I raised the back of the lounger until I was able to lean back in a sitting position. Naturally the first place my eyes traveled to was the vee between her wide spread legs. I was a little disappointed when I saw that her snatch was completely covered by a pair of white cotton panties.

"How are we supposed act," I asked.

"You know. I call you names, you make snide remarks, things like that."

"Got ya. Mom get a new suit?"

"Oh yeah! You're gonna bust a nut when you see her in it too," Julie snickered.

Mom chose that moment to make her appearance. My jaw almost hit the ground as I watched in stunned silence as Mom sauntered toward us. Julie wasn't right; I only came close to busting a nut. Very close. Mom's suit was snow white and contrasted nicely with the tan on her legs and shoulders. Unfortunately, since she had only worn a one-piece before, her back and stomach were almost as white as her suit. The suit definitely wasn't a butt-thong one, but was never the less quite skimpy. The thought of locking myself in my room for the rest of the summer flirted in the back of my brain.

"Turn around Mom, give Tucker the whole effect," Julie encouraged.

"Oh pooh. Tucker doesn't want to see his old Mother in a skimpy bikini," Mom giggled uncertainly.

"Yeah I do. Model it for us," I damn near begged. Hormones know no bounds.

Mom did something that blew me away. Dropping the towel she was carrying and putting one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, she struck a pose as if she were being photographed for a racy men's magazine. The top of the suit had a narrow cloth band that went under her breasts and hooked in the back. The two triangles of material that did nothing, other than hide her nipples from prying eyes, tied at the neck with tiny strings. The bottoms tied at her hips and the front dipped well below her navel covering what I saw was a prominent mound. When she slowly turned her back to us the blood rushed to my cock like a tsunami. The triangular flap that covered her ass left very little to the imagination. Most of her buns hung out the sides and we could see the whiteness that had been covered in her old suit. I noticed her ass was a little softer looking than Julie's, and she was a tad bit wider at the hips, but all in all I concluded that my Mother was a goddess. When she turned back to us and bent down for her towel, her boobs hung down and swayed hypnotically. An involuntary groan that was heard by Julie escaped my lips.

"You like what you see little brother," Julie leaned in and whispered in my ear.

All I was capable of doing was nodding my head up and down like a bobble-head doll. Mom spread her towel on the chaise next to mine and noticed how Julie was sitting.

"Honey, that's not very lady-like," she admonished her before lying on her stomach.

Julie glanced down and saw how exposed she was, and when she looked back up saw that I had shifted my gaze from Mom and was now focused on her white panty covered crotch. A sly smile spread across her pouty lips. Seeing that Mom had her eyes closed she darted her hand up the leg opening of my trunks and gently pinched the pre-cum slickened head of my cock. Mischief danced in her eyes as she stood up.

"Can I use your car Mom," she asked, then added, "I promised Marge I would have lunch with her."

"Could you rub me down with sun screen first," Mom asked.

"But Mom, I just had my nails done. You don't want me to ruin them do you?"

"Oh sweetie, please. Look at me, I'll look like a lobster in no time without lotion," Mom implored her.

"Can't the creep here do it? I'm sure he's had experience putting lotion on something," Julie said.

"I'll put some..." I started to say, then said "I love you too sis."

Mom rolled partway onto her side and briefly glared at us before letting her eyes settle onto mine, a look of apprehension in them. Giving Mom my most assuring voice I told her that I would be happy to help her out. Just for good measures I gave Julie my best evil eye. Apparently satisfied, and not having much choice, Mom agreed and turned back on her stomach. Julie looked directly at me, stuck her finger in her mouth and pushed it in and out a few times before scampering off for her lunch date. I was leaking pre-cum like an old car leaks oil.

"Where's your sun block Mom," I asked, looking around and not seeing any.

"I must have left it in the house," she answered.

I ran into the house and grabbed a tube of mine. When I returned Mom was in the pool leisurely floating on her back. I sat on the ground near her lounger and waited for her to get out. A couple of breaststrokes, and one scissor kick that propelled her to the bottom of the deep end later, Mom made her way to the pool's steps at the shallow end and climbed out.

My breath caught in my throat. Mom's hands were on her head wringing the water out, causing her breasts to rise on her chest and look even larger than they were. She might have been aware of that, but what I was hopping she wasn't aware of was the water had made her white suit almost transparent. Large dark brown areolas showed clearly through her top and what looked like a healthy patch of light brown pubic hair could be seen through the bottoms. I prayed that I wouldn't have to get the paramedics to come and give me something to slow my racing heart down. I also prayed that Mom wouldn't notice her wardrobe malfunction. Apparently she hadn't, because she ambled over and resumed lying on her stomach.

"I thought I'd take a dip before you put the lotion on," she explained.

"No problem Mom. I'll just dry you off a little first," I said grabbing my dry towel and dabbing her back with it.

The edges of the back of her suit had slipped in closer to the crack of her ass exposing more of her round, soft, pale cheeks. I had all I could do to keep from drooling all over myself when I dried off the backs of her legs.

"Well?"

"Well what," I asked, my eyes locked on her butt.

"You going to put that lotion on, or just stare at my ass," she said.

"Sorry Mom. You're just so lovely I got caught up in the moment," I stuttered.

"You think I'm lovely Tucker?"

"Very," I enthusiastically replied.

"Thank you son. That's sweet of you to say, even if you don't really think so," Mom mumbled, her face resting on her hands.

"But I do Mom. You're a total babe," I insisted.

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and smiled. Leaning over I ran a bead of lotion onto her shoulders and began to work it into her skin. Gradually I worked the lotion further down until I came to the small of her back. She let out a little groan as my fingers kneaded the lower muscles.

"Did I hurt you," I asked worriedly.

"No. That just feels good Tucker," she purred.

I spent a lot of time relaxing the muscles there, inching closer and closer to the fabric of her bottoms. Once I was sure her back was coated and relaxed I moved down to the end of her lounger by her feet. She didn't protest as my hands found their way onto her legs and began to loosen the calf muscles, while rubbing in more lotion than was necessary. This being the first time I've ever touched my Mom's legs put me in heaven. I marveled at how firm they really were as my hands glided further and further up. I was surprised that she didn't stop me when I reached her thighs. Minute moans of pleasure came softly out of her lips while I massaged the lotion into her thighs one at a time. Throwing caution to the wind I let my lotion covered hands travel upward onto the soft pliant globes of her ass. This time she did say something.

"Uh Tucker...I think I can get there myself."

"I've already got it Mom, just relax," I said, continuing to lift and separate her cheeks.

"But..." she weakly protested.

"Be done in a sec," I assured her, spotting a couple of stray hairs at the valley of her womanhood.

Finished, all to soon for my liking, I capped the lotion and moved up to the head of her lounger. Her face was turned in my direction and I saw her eyes were wide open, staring at my leg.

"Dear," she whispered.

"Yes Mother?"

"Baby, you're uh, kinda sticking out," she softly said.

Glancing down I saw that one shorts leg had hiked up and the head of my raging boner was peeking out, square at Mom's face. A drop of pre-cum fell to the ground as I frantically pulled the cloth over my cock.

"God I'm so sorry Mom," I profusely apologized.

"Don't worry about it. And thanks for the compliment Tucker," Mom calmly laughed.

Settling down in my own lounger, my face burning hot from embarrassment, I surreptitiously kept a close eye on Mom's gleaming figure. When she finally rolled onto her back and grabbed the lotion I volunteered to put it on her. She rejected that idea with a chuckle and an "I'll bet you would" comment. I still got to watch her apply it over the exposed portions of her big tits, so I was a happy camper. We baked for another forty-five minutes before Mom said she'd had enough for today.

"Same time tomorrow Mom," I asked hopefully.

"Only if you put on some longer pants," she replied, blatantly staring at my crotch.

I got a chuckle out of her when I said I promised. I thought my pants would rupture from the force my rigid member was putting on them as Mom's swaying ass bounced and jiggled until she was out of sight. It was a no-brainer, into the pool I went. Fifteen minutes later I went into the house and had lunch. Mom's bedroom door was partially open, and I could hear the shower through the closed bathroom door as I passed on my way to my room. An image of her standing in the shower, her hands spreading soapy suds all over her bare tits forced its way into my perverted mind. Abruptly turning back from the stairs I went to the garage and grabbed my mountain bike. I was going to have to get away for a little bit and burn off some of my testosterone. A nice bike ride should do the trick I figured.

Cruising around the neighborhood I passed Cindy Ellison's house. Her parents were out in the front yard and as I went by Mr. Ellison spotted me and gave me a look of pure hatred. Mrs. Ellison on the other hand gave me a large smile and a wave, until Mr. Ellison shot her his best version of an evil eye. Chuckling inward I sped up to escape the feeling of his eyes burning holes in the back of my head. Of course, seeing Mrs. Ellison brought back the memory of her hairy beaver sliding up and down my pole, adding fuel to the fire of my raging hormones. I found out it's hard to pedal a bike while sporting an eleven-inch hard-on.

The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully. I hung around the local park for a while, then cruised over and spent some time playing video games at Johnny Macintyre's house. His Mom flashed me smiles constantly and once even flashed me a full on down blouse of her small, saggy, braless tits. I took a closer look at Mrs. Macintyre and made a mental note to spend more time at Johnny's house. Growing tired of games and Johnny's whining about his Mom hovering around us constantly, I headed home.

After supper I went upstairs and put on a pair of pajama bottoms before settling on the couch with Julie. Mom and Dad were in their usual places, but this time they actually watched what was on the box. During a commercial Julie leaned over and whispered into my ear that she wasn't wearing any panties. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, her knees up but locked together, she gave me a shit-eating grin.

"Mom, Julie's messing with me," I whined, just to screw with Julie.

"Can't you two just get along," Mom complained. Dad just looked at us, mostly at Julie, and smiled.

"I'm not doing anything to the creep," Julie protested before realizing I was only trying to act normally. When our parents weren't looking she winked and gave me a quick thumbs up.

The evening turned into night and I was the first to head off to bed. With the goodnights out of the way I went to my room and turned the TV to a dumb sit-com, stretched out on top of the covers in just my pajama bottoms and relived the day's wonders. Roughly an hour later I heard a soft tapping on my door. Before I could say come in, kiss my ass, or anything else Julie slinked into my room. Leaving the door slightly ajar she tiptoed over and sat on the edge of my bed, one of her hands going directly to the bulge in my pajama bottoms.

"Can I play with it," she whispered.

"Only if I can eat your pussy," I boldly told her.

In two shakes of a stick she had my bottoms down to my knees, her nightshirt pulled up to her waist and was straddling my head. The light from the TV cast a blue hue over everything in the room, including Julie's bald pussy as it drifted slowly down onto my face. The tip of my nose poked her asshole as my tongue slithered out and burrowed into her damp slit. I could feel her mouth going lower and lower on my cock until she must have had seven inches jammed down her throat. I was impressed when she didn't gag this time. Clutching her hips in my hands I worked my tongue steadily along the furrow of her sweet slit, savoring every morsel of her flowing secretions.

She bobbed relentlessly on my rock hard cock while I tongued the bud of her clit into a stiff hard nub, her cunt completely soaked from the abundance of fluids pouring out of her. Without warning she pulled her mouth from my cock and inched her way down my body. When she was low enough she worked herself up until she was standing on the bed over my hips. Squatting down, one hand holding my pole straight up, she guided the head into the warmth of her heated cunt. With her back to my face she lowered herself, inch by agonizing inch, until she had eight rock hard inches crammed into her tight hot pussy.

Dropping her knees to the bed and placing her hands on my legs she began to slowly ride my pole in a reverse cowgirl position, lifting up then going down in what felt like slow motion. As I had witnessed with her rubber dick, the inner lips of her cunt stretched out along my shaft each time she pulled herself forward and disappeared inside again as she pushed back. Putting my hands behind my head I lay there unmoving and let Julie do all the work. My cock glistened from her fluids as she managed to sink deeper onto the rigid flesh that throbbed in her juicy hole. Sliding her hands down towards my ankles until her cloth covered tits rested on my legs she increased the tempo of her pumping.

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