Mother stripping son

As I saw Lisa and a few other wives doff their swimsuit coverups as they prepared to enjoy the churning froth of the jacuzzi together, I noticed the lovely Martha Franklin seemed to be berating her son Ben near the stepdown to the jacuzzi. I couldn't make out the conversation over the deck's stereo, but saw her point to the fly of his cargo shorts.

The next thing I knew, her hands headed to the button fly, but her exasperated son pushed his mother's hands away. Nobody else seemed privy to this as the nearby husbands' eyes were glued to a double play in the ball game on the tube and the wives were easing into the recessed jacuzzi. Intrigued by this odd couple since the day before, I continued to watch as the frustrated college boy undid his trous and hauled them down his legs. I was surprised to find him now in only a skimpy pair of red briefs.

Actually, they looked to be a pair of Speedos, judging from the emblem at one hip. It wouldn't have surprised me if the strapping young lad was on a swim or dive team. He did have the chiselled body of an athlete, I begrudgingly mused.

It had probably been a couple of years ago in high school, I decided, as I watched the nineteen year old flush as red as his suit as he tried to adjust the small red lycra under the gaze of the women that were now watching him from their seats under the soothing water of the jacuzzi he stood near. Of course, the sexy young wives' eyes only caused him to need to further adjust his suit. His swelling cockshaft was pushing the helmeted head towards the lowrise waistband.

The music stopped suddenly, and in between tunes, I heard his mother coolly tell him, "Now, be a good boy and get the ladies some wine!" A not very playful swat to the ass sent him on his way.

As Martha pulled off her oversized blouse to reveal a crocheted type bikini, I tried to gauge the reaction of the women in the hot tub to what had just transpired.

Aside from a few lustful glances at the retreating form of her son, none seemed bothered or surprised at what had just gone on, as if it had happened every day. I took a swig of beer. 'Or at least every holiday', I mused. I looked to Lisa. She seemed to be the only one the least bit fazed. She had noticed me glancing over and had given me a 'Can you believe this?' look back.

My interest piqued, I watched as Jeri had filled a tray with plastic stemware with six glasses of wine for the ladies and handed it to the waiting Ben. Seeing the tall blonde eye his teen butt in the bright red suit as he left her, I noticed 'Predators' stencilled in white letters near the waistband of his red racer. It seemed there were more predators in the water he was heading back to than the team he had belonged to.

As Ben gingerly walked the short distance to the jacuzzi entrance, carefully balancing the tray to avoid any spillage, I looked to the six who watched, chest deep in bubbly water.

Jenny sat at one end, relieved of her bartending duties temporarily by her housemate Jeri. She had relieved herself of her mesh coverup and sat smugly looking at the college boy. Next to her was Lori Jones, who I had just met minutes earlier. Her pink bikini top seemed see-through now that it was wet. The ebon-skinned Bonnie Robinson was beside her in a leopard print bikini. My wife sat beside her in her little white number. Martha had just slid in beside her.

I watched as Ben stepped deeper into the aqua-colored water, expecting something to happen besides wait service. I wasn't disappointed.

As soon as he stood on the bottom of the tub, I could see the laughing women nearest him were teasing him, torturing him with their rubbing legs and toes under the surface of the water. It was all he could do to keep from spilling the drinks. They laughed and giggled like teasing schoolgirls as their ministrations had caused the always horny guy's cockhead to poke out of the waistband as his excitement, and cockshaft grew.

Finally managing to serve each drink, Ben seemed to sigh audibly. He looked to his mother for further instruction.

"Put the tray aside and show Lisa what you've learned in your own special way," Martha urged him.

"But Mother.." Ben started to complain, looking around at the other watching women.

"Go to it, young man!" she ordered.

Lisa looked to me. I looked to her and nodded in assurance.

Ben seemed to be hyperventilating. Then he disappeared under the water. The music quieted again and I heard Martha's words to my wife.

"You see, Lisa, Ben's diving experience makes him very good at holding his breath. Couple that with what you taught him..."

I saw my wife's eyes grow big as I realized she was about to be eaten underwater. I could just imagine the lucky lad moving the soaking wet panty aside to get at her pulpy-lipped pussy.

"Enjoy!" I heard her exclaim before the music blared again.

I watched as Lisa felt the tongue of the college boy underwater, saw her squirm in her seat as he expertly performed what she had taught him. The other wives watched her reactions intently, if not a little jealously. As she began to convulse in orgasm, Bonnie and Martha helped to soothe her. The lovely young black woman caressed one boob underneath her white bracup.

I couldn't help but reach down to stroke my cock underneath the bar as I watched my lovely wife being eaten to orgasm in a hot tub by a horny teenaged boy.

"Pretty hot stuff, isn't it? Sure you don't need some help there?" a voice asked, startling me. I managed not to shoot in my pants as a result of the sudden intrusion.