Big D

The sound of Big D's voice shocks you, and you try to pull away but your position on the lounger doesn't allow you to move far in any direction.

"David no, stop this!" You plead with him.

"Call me Big D, Beth and say please."

"Big D, please stop this, it's not right."

He slowly pulls his finger out of your pussy and you tun around and sit up, he pops his finger into his mouth his confidence astounds you, you would have expected him to be sheepish at getting caught but he just sucks his finger and says.

"You sure taste nice Beth."

You blush profusely a mixture of shame and anger coursing through your body, shame at being so turned on, anger at his deceit and the way he addressed you as Beth, a shortening of your name you've never liked and allowed no one to call you it.

"I have to say though you would get a much better tan in a nice string bikini, it would show off your body more and I don't mind rubbing more lotion in, I even have some of my own I could use."

You're about to answer when you hear your son David shout. "YO Big D last one in the pool is a loser." As he comes running past you to jump in the pool. Big D squeezes a large bulge in his swim shorts and winks at you before turning and diving into the pool. You hastily head towards the house and the sanctity of your bedroom.