LMD Part 3: Strange things are happening

Hours spent playing in water with your friend made you tired, and so you had found a foam pool float to lie on and rest for a little bit. You enjoyed every minute of sunbathing in the quiet neighborhood. Even Freddie wasn’t bothering you too much, spending most of his time staying underwater to try and keep his breath for as long as he could.

Reluctantly, you looked over at the glass pane doors to Freddie’s house that you heard open just now. But, as quickly as it had come, your **** went away when you realized that Mrs. Taylor had just entered the backyard in nothing but a black bikini. Well, nothing except for the towel wrapped around her waist that hid her bottoms and most of her thighs.

With sudden curiosity, you watched her walk up not to the swimming pool but to the hot tub instead. “You boys don’t mind if I unwind here for a bit, do you?” She asked, having retained none of her earlier annoyance at her son.

“No, of course not.” You answered for yourself and the boy that had spent the last minute or so under the water.

Next, completely ignoring your perverted gaze, Mrs. Taylor took off the towel to reveal a black thong that matched her black bikini top. Watching her from the side, you noticed that the thong was far from modest, showing off almost the entirety of her right buttcheek.

You’d only put the admiration of Mrs. Taylor’s body to a stop when she looked in what seemed to be the direction of your crotch and giggled softly. Instantly you noticed that the erection that you had been thus far able to calm down sprung back up and formed a tent in your swimming trunks. With cheeks flushing red from embarrassment, you quickly dropped back into water to hide your hard-on, but it was a little too late for that.

“Sixty-nine!” Freddie suddenly emerged from underneath the pool’s surface to proudly announce his newest score.

With the sun slowly preparing to set for the day, the air and water began getting colder. Though the temperature was still perfectly fine to sit in the pool for another hour or so, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about the sexy woman sitting in a hot tub merely meters away. Sitting in the pool’s corner you pretended to watch your friend’s struggle to maintain his breath for two minutes under the water, while sneaking peeks towards the jacuzzi. However, it seemed like you hadn’t been as secretive about it as you imagined.

“Jonathan, why don’t you join me in the hot tub, honey?” Mrs. Taylor’s sweet voice asked to your surprise.

“Okay, Mrs. Taylor!” Like a puppy that had been offered a treat, you ran out of the pool.

Though not before Freddie emerged once more and asked what you’re doing. “If you’re going to the tub then so am I!” He announced.

And so, you, your friend and his mother sat in the round jacuzzi, each away at the same distance. The water there was much warmer than in the pool and you felt bubbles brushing against your skin, performing a sort of massage. A perfect way to end the day, if not for the fact that your erection has once more sprung up in your trousers, this time right next to the woman who caused it.

You had to sit with your hands in your lap, so the bikini clad woman or her son wouldn’t see the rod poking through your shorts’ material. Completely unaware of how tense you were before Mrs. Taylor’s legs brushed over yours as she straightened them in the tub. The sudden contact with her smooth skin caused you to jump a little, though Freddie didn’t pay much attention to it, and his mother just giggled softly, just like she did before.

Unfortunately, it appeared like you’d have to wait a while before you’d be able to rub one out. Getting out of the tub right now would certainly not leave the erection unnoticed. And it’d only been your first day there. You didn’t want to get on Mrs. Taylor’s bad side, especially not this early into summer.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jonathan.” The woman spoke up, remaining in a leant back position in the hot tub. “Freddie told me a lot about you…”

“…Really?” You asked in concern.

Knowing your friend, the things he had told her were likely the worst and most embarrassing about you. Like the fact that you asked a camp counsellor out on a date, or even worse how everyone on the summer camp had found out. You wouldn’t want Mrs. Taylor to think you were a weirdo or something, but once again the chances of that were slender.

“Yes, he told me about how you kept him out of trouble last year. I know my Freddie can be a little… unbridled at times.” She explained.

“Hey, that’s not true at all!” Freddie protested but to no avail.

“He also told me that you’re planning on moving here to attend our college.” She continued. “If you’d be interested, we could find you an extra room in our big house.”

Holy crap! It would be great to rent a room at Mrs. Taylor’s house. Not only was it huge and beautiful, but it was also within walking distance of the college you were interested in. The only problem, though, would be the money. “Thank you for the offer, Mrs. Taylor. But… I don’t think I could afford that…”

“Nonsense! I would gladly house you if it meant having a young ripe man to help around.” She said.

Her last words were emphasized by her long leg slowly brushing up and down against yours. The continuous contact sent shivers down your spine, as you imagined different ways you could help Mrs. Taylor out. You’d happily massage her well-kept body, help her pick out the sexiest clothes to wear or straight up milk her huge bonkers with your hands.

“Besides… Freddie would finally have someone to hang out with instead of sitting at his computer all day…” She mentioned your friend, who you had briefly forgotten sat right next to you.

“Hmm?” Freddie looked at his mother, having previously been preoccupied with picking his nose.

Christmas was exactly half a year away, but it was better than any gift you had ever gotten under the Christmas tree. However, one question lingered in your mind. Why was her foot still rubbing against your calf?

“I… I don’t kn-“ You tried speaking, obstructed by the touch-induced sensation.

“You don’t need to answer right now. You’ll have all summer to decide if you like it here.” She said in a very seductive voice, right before her leg did something you’d never expect to happen.

Out of nowhere, Mrs. Taylor’s foot moved from your lower leg straight over to the place between your legs. Having had to support yourself in the hot tub due to the earlier sensations, you had left your lap uncovered. And like a predator, the woman used this chance to gently put her foot on it.

Feeling like in a dream, you sat still, enjoying the footjob for what seemed like hours. Mrs. Taylor’s toes expertly wrapped around your shaft and moved over your trunks to stimulate your young penis beyond comprehension. And you’d bust a nut right there in the water, had it not been for Freddie speaking up suddenly. “You okay, dude?”

His voice swiftly brought you back to the reality. Instantly, the foot rubbing along your rod caused guilt to wash over yourself. And looking for a way to escape, you excused yourself to the bathroom hurriedly.

Inside the bathroom, you peeled the wet swimming trunks off your hard dick. Its size exceeding the longest it had ever been by inches. You grabbed the length with one hand and started stroking, lost in thoughts about Mrs. Taylor’s sexy body and the brief footjob she had given you a few moments before.

Knowing her for a few hours was enough to make you completely fall for her allure. And now the only thing on your mind was her luscious snatch. Oh, how you’d love to have a smell of the same hole your friend came out of eighteen years ago. You thought, before you noticed a pair of gray thong panties in a laundry basket.

Trying your hardest to control yourself, you ultimately gave in and snatched them from the pile of dirty clothes and brought them to your face. Mrs. Taylor must’ve taken them off only a while before because they kept a very intense scent of what had to be her vulva. And before you knew it you were about to cum. So, once more acting on instincts, you moved the gray thong down to the tip of your dick and unloaded everything you had stored into the smooth material.

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