Another half hour after that I was naked and lying face down on a lounger by the pool, sweating in the hot sun and occasionally sipping at a cold beer. Unknown to me at the time, Mom was in the kitchen talking to Juana and Esmeralda.
“Juana, why do you put up with the way my son acts?”
“What do you mean, Natalie? He treats us very well here. My pay is very good. He is putting my Esmeralda through college. This is a wonderful home.”
“I mean… I know he’s naked a lot and has sex in the open. Why do you tolerate it?”
Juana said, “I knew that Thomas was the way he is before I took this job, Natalie. But then again, all young men have, or want to have, a lot of sex. My own brother went through all the young girls in our town, and according to rumor he also went through many of the not-so-young women. It is true that in Mexico we are not so open with our bodies and I was not used to seeing naked men. But how is it so bad? We can look away if we wish to, but he is a very attractive man; very sexy. So I look. And he is always a gentleman with us, so I know we have nothing to fear from him. In fact, he is too much of a gentleman.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wish that he would court my daughter.”
“Mom!” Esmeralda said.
“Mija, he is smart, handsome, rich… and we have seen that he is an exceptional and caring lover.”
“True, Mom.” Esmeralda was blushing.
“Because he likes to make love in front of others, if he fell in love with you I could watch him take your virginity and assure that he was gentle and kind.”
Esmeralda just continued blushing.
“Dios,” said Juana, “I would be almost as happy if he showed an interest in me…”
“Goodness,” said Mom. “I’m not used to being the most conservative person in the house.”
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I heard footsteps approaching and then stop next to me.
“Nice ass, son,” said Mom as she sat on the lounger next to me. She was obviously working on putting up a brave front.
“Thanks, Mom,” I said. “I work hard to keep my body in shape.”
“It shows,” she said.
Mom was wearing a conservative one piece bathing suit that covered all the interesting parts with material thick enough to prevent any suggestive outlines from showing through. Still, it couldn’t hide the fact that my mother was a knock-out.
“You’re going to bake in that thing, Mom. We’ll have to go shopping for some bikinis tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said.
“You have a killer body, Mom,” I said. “You should flaunt it a little.”
Mom smiled at me. “Thanks, Dear, I appreciate the compliment. But it seems to me that you’re doing enough flaunting for both of us.” She settled herself on her lounger, face down. She really does have a nice butt, very choice, I caught myself thinking. Holy crap, this was my mom here. I gave my head a little shake.
“Want a beer?” I said.
“Sure, whatever you’re having,” Mom said.
I got up and walked to the house and into the kitchen where Esmaralda was doing something at the sink. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and when I turned back around she was watching me from a couple of feet away. At six-one, I towered over her little frame. As always, she stared at my body for a few seconds before making eye contact.
“Is there anything you need, Thomas?” she said.
And as always, I stifled my automatic sexual reply. Yes, I’d really love to tell you what I think you could do for me, but no, I’m not going to.
“Nope, thanks Hun. Just getting a beer for my mother.” I turned and padded away.
“Here’s your beer, Mom.” I held it towards her and waited while she looked around and then up at me. Her gaze locked onto my groin and held.
“Jesus Christ, Thomas, you’re hung like a horse!” she blurted.
I looked down. I was maybe a quarter erect, as I tend to be almost all the time when it’s warm and sunny and I’m naked.
“People who say that have never actually seen a horse,” I said.
She made no move to take the beer and her eyes stayed on my dick.
“But… it’s big! Maybe too big.”
“It’s not that big, Mom. Eight inches, and kind of thick. But it fits all the important places on Nela just right.”
“Thomas! You shouldn’t talk to your mother about such things.”
“My house, my rules, Mom. But if you really think that’s true, then maybe you shouldn’t be staring at your son’s cock this long.”
She finally looked up at me. “Touche,” she said. She grabbed the beer and took a long drink, polishing off about half the bottle. She looked back down at my dick. “Jesus Christ,” she said again, and finished off the beer.
“Want another before I sit down, Mom?” I said.
“No, thanks. But it was really good. I don’t think I’ve ever had beer that good.”
“It’s Mexican ale, Negra Modelo. What kind of beer do you usually drink?”
“Your father didn’t drink at all. Rob drinks Bud Light.”
“Oh, ick,” I said. “My house, my rules. I’m going to introduce you to some of the better things in life, starting with the world’s decent beers.”