LMD Part 2: Meet Mrs. Taylor

The cool water of Freddie’s pool enveloped your bare skin. Taking a dive in the water felt like freedom after long hours of riding the train and carrying your luggage across the hot city.

“I could stay like this for the rest of my life…” You savored the pleasant feeling of drifting on the pool’s surface.

Freddie’s house was amazing. Even though its only occupants were him and his mother the structure was enormous, easily a few times larger than the apartment you shared with your own parents back in your hometown. On top of that, it had a sizeable backyard filled with various flowers, a shed and of course the pool you were currently relaxing in with your friend. And did I mention the hot tub? Freddie had everything you had ever wished for, and now you’d spend half of your summer break enjoying it all!

“Here comes the bomb!” Freddie’s sudden shout preceded a huge wave of water splashing all over your face and waking you up from the daydream.

“Hey, look where you’re jumping, idiot!” You shouted at your careless friend, whose curled body hit the water right next to you.

“Hehe, it’s just water Jonny.” Freddie laughed and splashed some more water on your face.

“You bastard! You’ve got yourself war right there.” You said and retaliated with a splash of your own.

The two of you spent the next hour or so shifting between having water fights, holding swimming competitions and jumping into the pool. The time passed surprisingly slowly while having fun with your friend. And you were surprised to find that it was only a little past noon when the thirst for something to drink struck the two of you.

“Holy moly, all this swimming has worn me out. Why don’t you go and get us some apple juice from the kitchen?” Freddie asked, sitting in one of the pool’s corners with his hands resting on the elevation.

Though sitting in the water was very comfortable, you had to admit that you were quite thirsty, and it didn’t seem like Freddie would be getting up from his spot anytime soon. So, with no other option, you got out of the pool, wiped yourself with a towel and headed towards the back door. However, right when you were about to step into the house, someone else stepped out from behind the corner. With barely any time to react, you managed to stop right in front of them. Or to be more precise, right in front of two big mounds of flesh, contained in a white tank top shirt.

“Hi, you must be Jonathan!” You were greeted by a woman’s cheerful voice.

Standing so close, you couldn’t help but stare ahead, mesmerized by the pair of the roundest and perhaps the biggest breasts you had ever seen firsthand. The white material of her shirt did nothing to hide their shape. Hugging each and every curve like it was struggling to keep the flesh concealed, it made the bust appear like two very firm balls that you just wished you could reach out and juggle.

“H-hi…” You blurted out, finally looking up to see the woman’s face.

Back when you had first met Freddie, you didn’t get the chance to meet his mother. You had just assumed her looks based on what your friend looked like. And so, you were shocked when the person who the goblin, also known as Freddie, apparently inherited half his genes from, turned out to have the face of an angel.

“Are you done playing in the pool?” Mrs. Taylor asked curiously, her face arranged in a cheerful smile.

As difficult as it was, you managed to pull yourself together just enough to provide an answer to her question. “I was gonna get us something to drink…”

“Oh, you go and get back in the water then. I’ll bring you something cold in a moment!” She said and waved her hand, as if it was no big deal. Though the gesture had the effect of sending her big breasts into a jiggle that your teenage eyes traced each slightest movement of. And when she turned around to disappear back in the house, you got a glimpse of her peach-shaped ass wrapped in jeans as tight or tighter than her shirt.

Standing alone in the glass doorway, you finally noticed the raging boner poking through your swimming trunks. And so, awkwardly, you made your way back to the pool in hopes of calming the erection down in the cool water.

“Dude, you look like you just saw a ghost!” Freddie noted jokingly. “And why haven’t you brought the juice?”

“I, uh, saw your mom. She said she’ll bring us the drinks herself.” You explained, doing your best to hide the boner with your hands as you stepped back in the water.

“Hah, I guess I wasn’t too far off! Everyone has that scared look when they see the old hag for the first time.” Your friend replied, making mean comments about his mother.

Though, you weren’t sure if he was speaking of the person that you had just met. In your eyes, Mrs. Taylor looked not a day over thirty. Hell, she looked like a supermodel, with a beautiful face and her smoking hot body. You would’ve never guessed she was a mother, and definitely not the mother of your friend, Freddie!

Suddenly, Freddie turned to you again, and after lowering his voice he spoke out. “Hey, I’ve got an idea…” Grabbing a water gun, he climbed out of the pool and continued. “Try to act normal, I’m gonna do something really funny.”

You watched your friend with sparked curiosity as he positioned himself behind the house’s wall. Holding the gun next to his chest, he did his best to appear like some secret agent, ready to strike a highly dangerous target in service to his country. But instead, he was just going to prank his pretty mother by spraying her with a little bit of water. Speaking of who had just entered the backyard with a tray containing two glasses of cold apple juice. She was even so nice as to bring you some snacks as well.

As her hourglass body made its way to where you were chilling in the swimming pool, you wondered if you should warn her about the incoming attack. On the one hand, Mrs. Taylor had been nothing but nice to you, having had invited you over for summer. But on the other hand, you didn’t want to betray your friend by ruining the prank.

The question faded into the background when the woman finally towered over you. Having to look up from the water level had the effect of getting to see both her long legs and her enormous breasts protruding out of her slim torso at the same time. Only when she leaned down to place the tray on the elevation next to you did her face appear from behind her giant milkers, her brown locks shining in sunlight. But it didn’t take long for your gaze to get back down towards her bust. Something about its smooth and round shape made it hard not to ogle the mounds Freddie had sucked on when he was just a toddler.

“Where’s Freddie?” Mrs. Taylor asked, reminding you of his foul plan.

But it was too late. With a beastlike roar, your friend emerged from his hiding spot and rushed towards his unsuspecting mother with the water gun in hands.

“Take that! Hahaha” He screamed and laughed obnoxiously while letting out a long stream of water right at Mrs. Taylor.

“Ah!” She yelped as soon as the cool water hit her face, her arms and also her torso. “Freddie! I asked you not to do that again!”

Watching your friend get great pleasure out of his dumb prank made it hard to remember that, just like you, he was eighteen at the time. His behavior was no different than a small child’s that cared little about others’ feelings, finding enjoyment in annoying people who had done nothing wrong to them for no reason.

“Look what you have done!” Mrs. Taylor’s upset voice reclaimed your attention and made you look where she was pointing, her breasts.

Thanks to Freddie’s water spraying, her white top was now so wet that it became see-through. The material not only stuck to her skin even more than previously, but it also left all of her cleavage and midriff exposed. If not for her white push-up bra, you’d be able to see her breasts in all its glory, but even being able to see the top of the mounds was enough for your young and horny imagination to fill in the details of what they looked like.

“C’mon mom, it was funny! Right, Jonathan?” The kid and his mother turned towards you when you didn’t respond for a while.

Shit. I stared at Mrs. Taylor’s tits for too long. You thought, worrying that they had noticed what your eyes had been locked onto. “…Yeah, sure.” You mustered out.

Doing your best not to ogle the woman you listened to the rest of the conversation and watched her disappear into the house again, wishing that you could watch her change into dry clothes. Unfortunately, that would never happen. Mrs. Taylor was Freddie’s mother after all, and breaking boundaries like these with her would just be inappropriate.

“Did you see the look on her face? I’ll never get tired of doing this! Haha” Freddie said, grabbing one of the snacks his mother had prepared for you.

“I did, and it was a look of disappointment.” You commented, taking the other snack for yourself.

“You’re such a party pooper, Jonathan! Mom knows it’s just shits and giggles.” Your friend responded, having no consideration for his only parent’s feelings.

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