Summer memories

Veronica sat at her computer browsing photos. They had been taken at various points over the summer. There was Matthew doing a flip of a rope swing into the lake. If she remembered correctly there was girl he was trying to impress. Her husband at the county fair, dipping deep fried bacon in a tub of ranch dressing. “And he wonders why he can’t lose weight.” A picture of Martha in the backyard pool with the t-shirt boyfriend.
Veronica smiled, Martha hated that picture. Not because of the boyfriend, there was no lost love there. But because the picture had been taken just before Martha sneezed. There she was, leaning against the side of the pool boyfriend pressed behind her, and the most peculiar expression on her face. Veronica laughed, remembering the look on her daughter’s face when she saw that picture.
Veronica looked at the picture, speculating what else could have gotten that expression on Martha’s face. Maybe if she had been fucking her right there in the pool, in front of the whole family, with no one the wiser. Slipping up behind her dick in hand and pulled aside the bottom to her little green bikini. Sliding it in while she stifled her moans, not wanting the family to notice. Pumping her tight teen pussy with short, sweet strokes, delving deeper and deeper until the rock hard shaft was buried balls deep. Keeping up the slow strokes, teasing her now, not wanting to splash about. Hearing her breath quicken. Reaching around her body and finding her clit, adding to her pleasure. Tits pressing against her back as her head rolled back, face twisting as she held back a scream of ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck!” Veronica gasped as she came, pussy juice flooding her hand. She slumped, quivering as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her. “Fuck, that just happened.”
“Hey, Mom?” Martha poked her head into the room. “Is it alright if I have the last piece of pie?”
“Yes, of course.” Veronica adjusted her pants, thankful that her desk was at an angle to the door obscuring her bottom half from view. “Better get to it before your father does.”
“I will. What are you looking at anyway?” Martha walked around the desk and looked over her mom’s shoulder. “MOM! I thought you deleted that picture!”
“Why would I? You look so good.” she deflected her daughter’s attempts to seize the mouse. “Go eat your pie.”

Later that night, Veronica reflected on her day as her husband lay snoring on the bed. Twice today she had fantasized about having sex with her daughter.The second time leading to her best orgasm in a long time. And in both fantasies she had a penis. “What is going on with me today?” she wondered out loud. Then she winced as Richard gave a particularly loud snort, “I think I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight.”