“Tell me about it,” said Judy softly, her mind miles away.
“Mom?”
“Are you getting any?”
“None of your business, young lady,” said Judy sharply, then chuckled, her tone wry. “Not since your Dad left us.”
“Mom! That’s three years!”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Carl would help, I know he would.”
“Caroline! I am not going to fuck my son.”
“You’d enjoy it.”
“That, young lady, is beside the point. It’s wrong.”
“So why are your nipples erect and your pussy wet?” said Caroline softly.
“Because we’re in a swimming pool, or hadn’t you noticed?” Judy retorted.
“Mom, I’ll stay in my own bed tonight and play with my dildo, just in case you want Carl to help you scratch that itch.”
“Fat chance. Come on, I’ll race you.”
“Mom, I beat Carl earlier. He owes me an hour’s slavery. If you want to race I’ll give you a lap free.”
“What do you mean, slavery?”
“We had a race. I won. The bet was that the other would act as a slave for an hour, doing anything the winner required.” Caroline laughed. “He still owes me that hour. I was just trying to think what to ask of him when you came home.”
“And spoiled it for you,” Judy said softly.
“No, Mom, just postponed.”
“So what are you going to ask him to do? Fuck you?”
“He’d do that for free! No, I’ll think of something.” Caroline reached out and touched her mother’s shoulder. “Still want to race?”
“Yes. Handicap?”
“You swim eight laps, I’ll swim ten. First wins an hour’s slavery from the other, just like with Carl. Okay?”
Judy glanced across at her daughter, amused. “Okay. Dive start?”
“Yeah, come on, let’s get out here.”
In the john Carl stroked his erection lightly. He had to jack off, just had to, or else he would be wearing a stiffie all day. Easily accomplished with his sister and his mom wandering around naked. With the two of them firmly in his mind’s eye he began to stroke his hardness, his hand lightly coated with Caroline’s hand cream from the bathroom cabinet next door. As the old familiar feelings began to creep over him he closed his eyes and let the visions take him, visions of his mom on her back, legs spread, his prick moving slowly into her, of his sister sucking his prick while he lapped at her pussy, visions of Caroline eating Judy while he fucked his sister from behind. With a deep groan he came, the excitement taking him quickly, aroused as he was from Caroline riding him earlier. He had the presence of mind to point his prick into the john, bending over at the waist, his weight on one arm, the other firmly around his pulsing weapon.
He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then relaxed, exhaling loudly as he straightened, stroking his prick, squeezing to coax the semen through. At least his prick had softened enough that he thought he could face the others again. Probably go stiff straight away, he thought ruefully, as soon as I see those naked beauties. He laughed at himself, flushed the john, washed his hands and went back out to the pool, coming out just as Judy and Caroline lined up for their race. With their backs to him, bent over as they were, he could see the clefts of their pussies. Surprisingly similar, save that one was bare, the other with just a trace of fine dark hair.
“One, two, three, go!” said Caroline launching herself into a flat dive, her mother a heartbeat behind her. Carl watched, amused, as Caroline quickly established a lead. She was swimming hard, as was Judy, but Judy didn’t have the regular daily practice behind her that Caroline did. In the end, Caroline finished her tenth lap about three yards ahead of Judy finishing her eighth. They hung onto the edge of the pool, panting, until Judy lifted her head and spotted Carl. She smiled and held out her hand.
“Help me out, son. Your sister just blew me away.”
Carl reached out a hand to Judy, hauling her easily from the water. “She beat me, too,” he said, taking note of the fact that his mother was standing easily beside him, naked, showing no sign of the shyness which had been so obvious earlier. He eyed her surreptitiously while her attention was on Caroline, who was now floating on her back, a grin threatening to consume her whole face.
Judy’s tits were a little bigger than Caroline’s, Carl decided, and they hung a little lower, but they were lovely. In fact, they reminded him of Rhonda’s. He made a face at the thought of his girlfriend. In college, they had both had free periods at this time of day and usually took the opportunity for a quick, enjoyable fuck. His Mom’s pubic hair was trimmed to her bikini line, but it was sparse and he could see the line of her cleft quite clearly. His prick twitched and he tried to think of something else, aware suddenly that his mom was speaking to him.
“Sorry, Mom, I was miles away there for a moment.”
“So I noticed. I said, your sister now has two slaves for an hour. You and me.”
Carl laughed. “Tough, Mom. Hey, we outnumber her. Maybe we should revolt.”
“You’re revolting enough, bro,” said Caroline, pulling herself lithely from the pool beside them. She palmed the water from her face and smoothed her hair back, grinning at the others. “Two slaves. Whoopee.” She gave a mock-evil grin. “I’ll think of something for you both, don’t worry.”
“Oh, dear,” said Judy, “now I am worried.” But she didn’t look it, Carl thought. She looked relaxed and unworried, in fact. She smiled across at him. “It’s funny, here I am, naked, and I feel liberated. I was very conscious of my nudity earlier, but now, I don’t know why, it just feels good.”