Kevin Sellers - Hot mother next door

"No, that's okay, Mom," Bob said. "We were just, uh…"

Abruptly realizing that he had a hard-on his mom couldn't possibly miss, Bob scooted hastily into the pool. Chad followed immediately and both boys stood in the waist-deep water, blushing fiercely.

Shara smiled, not at all fooled. She'd noticed their scrumptious, young hard-ons the moment she'd stepped out the back door. How could she have missed the sight of two teenaged pricks standing up with such obvious exuberance?

"I thought I'd get in an hour or so of sun before fixing supper," she explained lightly, uncapping the lotion and dribbling some into her hand. "Your father's out buying steaks. We thought it might be fun to grill by the pool this evening. All right with you?"

"Sure." Bob brightened, pretty sure his mom hadn't caught on to what they were talking about.

Then her cool green eyes turned on Chad. "You can join us if you want, dear. There ought to be plenty for everybody."

"Uhh, no thanks, Mrs. Jenson." Chad stumbled, watching her smooth the wet, filmy lotion over her long, slender legs. "I think we've kind of got plans."

"Well, maybe next dine." Finishing her legs, Shara reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her top. "But you don't know what you're missing, Chad."

Both boys gaped as she let the cups dangle loose over her tits and rubbed more lotion on her stomach and shoulders. Her fingers dripped unselfconsciously into her bared cleavage, making it shine with moistness.

Their blatant stares, combined with the vivid picture of those two massive, swollen cocks, had Shara's cunt creaming furiously.

God, she was horny!

And there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it.

The unpleasant thought made her frown slightly. Shara was not a woman who considered herself obsessed by sex. She wasn't one of those cock, starved housewives who took every opportunity to wrap themselves around any stiff prick. But it had been an unusual day. It had started well enough – during her shopping excursion a familiar glow of lust emanated from her pussy making her practically race home for a few loving strokes of. Sam's ever-ready prick.

And that's when the unusual thing happened. Instead of reacting with his normal insatiable lust, Sam had begged off. He'd pretended he was too tired and had too much on his mini when she'd laughed off his excuses and grabbed for his prick, he'd actually pulled away.

In twenty years of marriage Shara had never known her husband to pull away from anything before he was finished. He'd almost acted, well, guilty.

But what on earth did Sam have to be guilty about?

That question had plagued her all day, with only Sam's evasions and mumbled excuses for answers.

And the glow had built up in her cunt, unquenched and blossoming.

Now, as she rubbed herself down with lotion in front of her son and his friend, she felt the glow burst into a flame that melted her pussy.

"You know," she went on lightly, "you both really ought to put some of this on yourselves as well. It'll keep you from burning."

They glanced at each other. Then Chad answered politely. "Thanks, but we're pretty well tanned already, Mrs. Jenson. I don't guess we need any."

"Still, it wouldn't hurt. And I know, because I burn so easily."

In the midst of her idle chatter, Shara found herself thoroughly enjoying their stares. She arched and flexed her shoulders in perfectly innocent motions as she rubbed them, motions that made her dangling cups flap dangerously and show off fleeting glimpses of her firm tits. Despite the fact that her admirers were her own son and his teenaged friend, she was having more fun than she'd had all day.

It was Chad who gave her the chance to enjoy herself even more.

"Can we help, Mrs. Jenson?"

"Well…" Shara hesitated. She hadn't come out to purposely torment the boys, but to cool off. But the thought of having lotion spread over her by two horny teenagers was an enticement she couldn't refuse. "All right, if you really don't mind. If you'll do my back, Chad, then Bob can do my legs."

They looked at each other again and she caught the small questioning shrug of Bob's shoulders. He'd never seen his mom act quite like that before.

"Okay."

They clambered out of the pool, their hard-ons almost gone.

With malicious intent, Shara brought both their hard-ons right back to life when she turned away and shed her top completely, then slid onto her stomach on the lounge divan.

"There, that'll make it easier for you," she explained over her shoulders, watching the two crotches swell up with renewed interest. "And don't hurry – I want to enjoy the massage."

Bob didn't seem to know what to do next. His mother had never acted so sexy before. In fact, he'd never even thought of her as sexy until then. He was just beginning to understand how a brother and sister could fuck each other.

Chad stepped forward and poured out a handful of the liquid, then rubbed both his hands together and placed them lightly on her shoulders.

"Is this right, Mrs. Jenson."

"Umm, that's just fine." Shara glanced back. "Bob, you aren't going to make Chad do all the work, are you?"

"Uh, no, I guess not."

Bob followed suit, moistening his palms and lowering them to his mother's legs, one coming to rest on each of her slender calves.

His heart began to thump and his cock tented up his trunks like a massive pole as Shara sighed and relaxed, taking full advantage of the situation.

"Hey, this is kind of fun." Chad said, watching the wet trails his fingers made over her skin. "It reminds me of finger-painting when I was a kid."

She chuckled at his enjoyment. "You can finger-paint all you want, but be sure not to miss a spot. I want a nice even tan when the painting's done, you know?"

Laughing, he complied. His cool, wet hands ran up and down her bare back in long leisurely strokes, sliding from her neck all the way down to the border of her bikini and back up along her sides. The tips of his fingers brushed the outside of her mashed tits slightly.

Shara purred at those furtive little brushes, urging them on without being obvious.

Though Bob was slower getting started he was soon carried away as well by their activity. His palms worked on one leg at a time, gliding from ankle to thigh and back down. Growing bolder, soon his upstrokes went all the way to her bikini edge and the rise of her ass mound that was exposed there, lingering subtly before slipping away.

It was the most delightful rubdown she'd ever had and Shara couldn't resist helping it along. "Now don't be shy, darlings. I'm certain you're getting every inch of me. Chad, you're not going far enough down, a little further… yes, that's it."

"Like this, Mrs. Jenson?" Chad's fingers rippled over her lower back, pushing against the elastic border of her bottom and forcing it back a bit.

"Mmm, yesss," she groaned, tingling wickedly. Amazed at Mrs. Jenson's unembarrassed attitude but glad to oblige, Chad worked his hands over her with fresh enthusiasm, inching the bottom of her bikini down further with each sweep of his hand, hoping frantically that she wouldn't notice.

Observing it all in mixed astonishment and arousal, Bob gasped as his mom's bikini peeled back to reveal the first hint of her tight asscrack peeking between the up curve of her flesh asscheeks. Chad's fingers hovered over the inch or so of bared ass mounds, kneading them with obvious delight and forcing the material down even more.

Bob couldn't believe it was really happening. He knew his mom liked to run around the house in skimpy outfits and sheer, translucent nighties, but that had seemed normal. Except for sneaking an occasional glimpse at her lithe, model's figure, he'd hardly given her a thought.

But at the moment he was seeing his mother in a totally new light. Still horny from listening to Chad's eager confession, he found himself staring down at the shapely, almost – nude body stretched before him and seeing her the way she really was – a beautiful and desirable woman who couldn't possibly miss what was going on, but who didn't seem to care a bit.