Kathy Andrews: Horny balling mother

Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool.

She didn't blame Ted. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a luscious body. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, at least she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn't so sure.

The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and dangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. Her skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very beautiful hollows and hills and curves. Her bikini was almost nonexistent. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and the top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits.

Joan enjoyed looking at the girl, too. Joan had never denied the beauty of the female form as some women would. She had always enjoyed looking at pretty girls as much as any man.

The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. It was a pretty name for a very pretty girl. Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen, nineteen at the most. Apparently she was independent in money matters. She was never seen going or coming from work.

Joan's apartment was on the second floor, with a tiny balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. She sat out there on the balcony now looking down at Fawn and her son. Ted was in a lounge chair, pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. It was the middle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, her son, and Fawn.

It wasn't long before Joan noticed the front of her son's bathing trunks bulging. She frowned momentarily as she realized her son had a hard-on. But her frown changed to amusement when she noticed that Fawn was, evidently, teasing and tantalizing Ted with her lovely body.

Joan didn't mind a little flirting. She enjoyed flirting herself. The girl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on his tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawn was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs parted.

It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan found that she, too, was being turned on. She wasn't sure it was because of her son's cock or the sweetness of Fawn's body, and didn't really care. A ripple of heat flowed through Joan's body and she found herself becoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining.

The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned out to be a wrong number. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio and looked down.

Fawn's tits were naked!

The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface of the water. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantastic pink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination. Joan had evidently missed something important when the phone rang.

Fawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely titties. Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about her moist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or his mind had suddenly become numb – he sat there with his cock straining at his trunks, making no effort to conceal it. Joan's reaction to this was a deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely aware that her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.

Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up the swollen curves and around her rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawn was going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant and wanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn't tease a boy Ted's age! A man would be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted's age, something like this could be extremely traumatic.

Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing to fuck them. Fawn didn't look like a prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered if her son would be eager to fuck the girl, or if it would embarrass him. From the expression on his good-looking face, Joan didn't think it would. She grinned to herself, thinking Ted would be like a raging bull if he could get his hands on Fawn's lovely tits. His cock seemed ready to burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of her son's prick. But she was too far away to really see it.

Why do I want to see his cock? she asked herself, unable to make her eyes move from it.

A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan's eyes to the pretty girl. Fawn was looking at Ted, too, her eyes steamy even from this distance. Joan watched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just above the top of her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress the inside of one thigh.

Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wanton display of open sensuality. She could not resist touching one of her own titties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The pressure on her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cunt to twitch. The crotch of her panties were wet, almost soaked, with the seeping fluids of her excited cunt.

Joan's eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than her son. Fawn was tracing her finger about the crotch of her bikini, openly stroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled her finger along the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joan heard her son grunt. Ted was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over the lovely girl fondling herself.

Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom and Joan watched. It was obvious to her that Fawn was playing with the hair of her cunt.

On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in the small apartment complex, she knew, still she darted her eyes from balcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed in watching Fawn, and the girl was much too busy to look up at Joan. Lifting her skirt to her waist, Joan ran her palm between her legs and rubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either or both of them at the pool looked up, they would have seen Joan's long, slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, seen her rubbing her cunt. But they didn't look up.

Again Joan heard her son grunt. It came out more as a moan of torment than anything else. Immediately after the grunt, the sound of Fawn's tinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan to realize what had happened.

Ted had come off in his trunks!

She saw the wet spot at the tip of his cock inside the trunks. Her son had come off watching Fawn tease him.

"Was it a good one, Ted?" Joan heard Fawn ask. "Did you come nice and hard?"

Joan saw her son nod his head.

"I told you I'd show my titties to you one day, remember?" Fawn said to Ted. "Now do you believe me?"

Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top and put it back on.

"I came too, you know," Fawn said as she tied the halter over her shapely young titties. "I usually come, too."

This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid no attention, and here this pretty young girl was playing around with her son, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Right there at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there was no one home to see – except Joan. Still, someone might.

Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wanton behavior. Fawn was doing things that Joan had only fantasized about. Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but felt as if they were very close, almost like sisters.