The hottest of tubs

Spending hours trying to get to sleep, equal parts terrified and horny... Waking up groggy and sweaty... Feeling the dread creep back into my mind... It was all familiar by this point.

It was 10:00 AM, and everybody else was already up (everybody but Dad, of course, who was still MIA). I could hear them talking, out by the pool: Ella, Mom, and even Claire.

Claire... Is she okay? I picked up the pace, throwing my clothes on and heading downstairs. Just last night, she was catatonic and blown up like a balloon...

But no, Claire was fine--Better than fine. Her belly was flat and toned again, and her smile was brighter than the late-morning sun as she laughed and frolicked with my sister, both of them in their bikinis--No, not their bikinis. I'd never seen either of them wear anything this skimpy before: tiny patches over their nipples, shoestring straps, thongs riding up their perfect asses...

I wasn't the only one staring. Tearing my eyes away from the pool, I saw Mom lounging in the hot tub. She had her back to me, but her newly-enlarged breasts were spilling out to either side--I could tell that she was topless. She was perfectly still, except for her right arm... It was moving back and forth, as if she were stirring the water or moving something around beneath its frothy surface. The other arm sat up on the edge of the hot tub--The perfect picture of a lounging MILF.

Then her head twitched to the side, and I shrank away from the window before she could spy me spying. I stood there tremoring for a while, trying to pull myself together. She was my own mother... The woman who raised me... And the mere possibility of her looking in my direction had me terrified.

After a minute or two outside her line of sight, I began to think more clearly. I'm being ridiculous... She's my mom. I just need to go out there, act like everything's normal, and... Maybe it finally will be.

So I slid open the door, walked out onto the patio, and called out "good morning" to...

...Just my mom?

Ella and Claire were gone, and the pool was empty--Well, not empty. Two bikini tops were floating where they'd been, bobbing slowly in the shimmering water. Their thongs were slightly harder to spot: one was sitting in a damp patch on the hot concrete, while another had landed on the lawn. Mom was still in the hot tub, though, and this time she was staring right at me.

"Good morning," she growled, a huge smile on her face. Both of her hands were beneath the water, now, and the muscles in her toned arms were twitching. "S-sleep well? Ungh..."

"Uh... Um..." I stared back at her, unable to put a sentence together. She didn't look too composed, herself: she bit her lip as she waited for my reply, lids fluttering over her fiery eyes. "I... I gotta do homework," I finished lamely, turning on my heel.

"Good boy," she groaned as I ran inside, raising her voice to be heard over the sound of splashing.

Fuck, I don't... I gotta... Just gotta find somewhere quiet to hide out, I thought, scrambling up the stairs. My bedroom overlooked the pool, so that was a no-go... My sister's was always locked... No way in hell was I setting foot in Mom's...

Of course--Dad's office! Finally, I can get some peace and quiet.