I hope that every son has dreamt of their mothers in that way at least once; otherwise, I was some kind of fringe-side pervert whose fantasies were better off left unspoken.
Our mothers talked to each other, and I pretended to speak with Justin, then my mother looked at us and called out across the pool, “Can you boys do our backsides?”
Prisha added, “Please, boys? We don’t want to burn.”
I looked at Justin.
He looked at me.
“Be good to your mothers,” Mom said a parent’s over-the-top silliness. “Get your cute butts over here.”
They lay on their stomachs with their feet pointed towards us, their legs spread just enough to let us see up their thighs to the twin hammocks their pussies rested in. Sunshine beat off their buns, and I licked my lips.
“Fuck it,” I told Justin as I turned around and pushed myself out the water, and walked toward our mothers. He hesitated a moment before following my lead.
I was walking to my mother’s side when Justin uttered the soft question: “Umm?”
“I guess boys don’t want to touch their mothers,” Mom teased.
“Timmy,” Prisha said, “why don’t you put some lotion on me, and my son can take care of your mom, okay?”
“Okay,” I said as I kept my brows from furrowing. (I had become too used to touching my sister, I think. I couldn’t just go feeling up my mom, could I?) “Makes sense.”
Justin didn’t speak, I don’t think he could, but he walked to my mom’s side as if in a daze. Mom’s ass wasn’t shiny with oil yet, but it would be soon–her ass?–and that was enough to send another jolt of size through my semi-hard cock and start the unmistakable bulge of a growing erection in my shorts. I knelt next to Prisha’s caramel body and took the lotion she offered me.
We had to share the bottle, so I drew three lines across Prisha’s back, two more across her shoulders, and little ones for her arms. She whispered that I had better not forget about her legs, so I drew two lines across the backs of her thighs and calves. She shook her right leg, and her butt cheeks wiggled. The motion was like half a twerk. The black floss between her buns winked at me, and the pussy meat that her thighs squished between her thickness shifted beneath the clinging nylon covering it. She shook her leg at me again, shaking her ass cheeks again, and I drizzled a few drops onto the dusky hills of her butt. She didn’t say a word against it, but she stopped shaking her leg at me.
I handed the bottle to Justin, who did everything I had done, except for dabbing some lotion on my mother’s butt. Mom’s head faced me, her mirrored shades hiding her eyes. Prisha’s glasses faced her son, who knelt on the far side of my mother. I took a deep breath, the warm sun beating down on me, and I put my hands on Prisha’s shoulders.
The first touch of her skin sent a shiver through my palms all the way up to my neck. Prisha uttered a soft sigh. My mother’s voice followed, and I glanced to see Justin rubbing my mother’s shoulders. I swept my hands up to Prisha’s neck and dug my fingers in, holding her in place while my thumbs rowed in a half-circle across her flesh. She moaned again. I looked down her back and saw the side-swells of her breasts pushing outward against the lounge chair. I slid my hands down her shoulders to her arms and coated her firm biceps in lotion, surprised by the strength in her willowy limbs.
I went all the way to her hands, and when my fingers touched hers, she stretched hers outward and closed them, briefly interlocking them with my mine. My heart raced as a throb of pleasure rushed through my cock, tickling the head. I thought of Diana and wondered what she would say. My breath caught, but then my mother sighed, the noise waking me up and forcing my focus back onto Prisha.
I moved down her back, my fingers catching on her strings.
“You don’t mind, do you, Timmy?” Prisha said and reached back to untie the simple knots she used to keep her top on.
Fuck me–I didn’t mind at all.
My mother did the same without asking Justin if he was okay with it.
Every joke we wrestlers made about our groupie mothers was coming true right now. Fuck. Justin glanced at me, his cheeks reddening and his fingers shaking as they glided over my mother’s skin. Mom’s breasts bulged outward from under her as the strings of her bra came to rest against the lounge chair cushions, uncovering the entire side of her right breast. I glanced at her shaded eyes, and she smiled.
I swept my hands over Prisha’s body. She was different from the absolute firmness of my sister’s CrossFit body. Prisha was softer but tight, a natural firmness that yielded to my fingers and palms. Her flesh gave me something to hold onto as I ran my fingers over her skin, my eyes devouring the tender wave of brown tissue that I was able to push ahead of my fingertips.
Prisha’s skin glistened as I moved my hands along her sides and over her ribs. She stretched her body upward, shimmying her shoulders and lengthening her back. I could see the bumps of her spine, and those small lumps made my breathing deepen. I stopped my fingertips near her breasts. The bulging swells of tit meat called to me, begging for my touch. I had to get up and sit on the side of her lounge chair to reach both sides of her body, but she didn’t object.
Justin stood next to my mother, leaning over her instead of sitting down. I shook my head, watching his fingers slide over my mother’s skin did something strange to me. It turned me on. It shouldn’t have, right? But it did… I didn’t want to see him do the things I wanted to do to his mother, but still, my cock hardened to the point of pain. I noticed the lump in Justin’s pants as well, but he wasn’t being nearly aggressive with his hands as I was.
“Don’t stop,” Prisha whispered. “Spread the lotion all over my body.”
“Yeah, boys,” Mom said. “If we fall asleep, just keep going until you’ve finished.”
Diana laughed in my head; she didn’t sound upset. How much did my mother know about her children? How much did Abbey know about her siblings? How much did everyone know? Why was I asking myself these questions now?
My mind went back to the forced play with Diana. I had pushed against her hands with enough pressure to let her decide if I was going to caress her or if she was going to push me away–it had been her choice. I looked at the back of Prisha’s head: I’d push, but she’d have to let me know how far I could go.
I feathered my fingers across Prisha’s side, tracing the curve of her breast just before their soft edges. I was half an inch from touching her tit meat, maybe less, as I oiled her warm skin. A shiver rippled through her shoulders as I grazed the bulge of her titty mound. Goosebumps rose across her caramel skin, creating bumps with a whitish hue that dotted her body like soft hills. Sunlight glistened against her, and as I slid my hands back down her sides, away from her tits, she sighed. When I moved my hands upward, her breath caught. Back down, back up, only this time I moved closer to her breasts.
Down again.
Up again.
Down again, closer.
“Chedo Mujhe,” Prisha whispered.