DID I CUM!! BANG! - Squeeze & flex - Bang! - shutter/flutter - bang! - sweet glow! I guess I’m mixing metaphors? Did the sea foam? I don’t know, my eyes were closed, and I had three to his one. I was a goner!
Of course, the wonderfulness of teens is that they have gonads which regenerate quicker than it takes to microwave a TV dinner! We were just catching our breathe, this was the second time I had to do so in ten minutes, when he whispered in my ear. He told me to relax, that he was going to float me to the shallow end. He then proceeded to put his hands boldly upon my tits (I loved it!), and using just his muscular legs, glided both of us in a most gentle manner to the steps of the pool, in about three feet of water. He disengaged, and I found myself sitting on the third step down, looking into the eye of a one eyed water snake that had rigor mortis, and was heading straight between my legs. It nudged up to my pussy, and without so much of a "how do you do?", it invaded territory that had been inviolate up until minutes ago.
That’s right! My son’s prick split his mama’s hips, and plowed straight up to where his daddy had planted the seed that made him! He was actually knocking against the opening to my womb, he was so deep! I was stuffed! I was fulfilled! I was in heaven again. Jim started to saw in and out, taking my hips from underneath, using my natural flotation to create the best angle for connection. I helped by using my arms on the steps for balance and tilt, and opened my thighs for greater penetration. In that position, we were at the peak of piscine passion, to get a piece of the action. The water splashed against the sides of the pool, as my hot pussy accepted the overheated shaft of my offspring, now become lover.
Our white foam of cum and sperm rippled away, as we continued to agitate the water with the rhythm of our love making. The hills echoed now with wails of wantonness, the cries of ardor, and calls of cumming. Water is such a turn on! Pools may be swum in by day, but they are for fucking by night. Actually, any time is a good time to screw in a pool, if you have privacy. In fact, there is no bad time to have sex, except when you are exhausted, from having too much sex. One would not want to become sore there. And that is just about what my son did to me, on our two weeks of house-sitting.
The saving grace of course, was his talented tongue. That part was to cum in the morning. Then there was the intimate, slow romantic dancing. The frolic in the Jacuzzi. The evening beside the fireplace, on the big sheepskin rug. Each time I had to be a little bit seduced, just to make it interesting. After all, since I had already taken the plunge into incest, I was not all that reluctant to let Jim skinny-dip in my pussy, with his heroic manhood. But as anyone in this neck of the woods will tell you, the thrill of the chase is the best part of hunting game. And I was game!
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