Another half hour after that a very naked Nela walked out to the pool and lay down on the lounger on the other side of my mother.
“Oh my,” said my mom. “Great. That body sure takes the wind out of an old lady’s sails.”
I at least had to agree that Nela was pure wonderfulness. Her lovely body was lightly and evenly rotisserie tanned. Every muscle was toned to perfection. Her ass was a perfect firm heart shape. Her breasts were large for her athletic frame, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
“Please,” said Nela. “You’re beautiful, and it’s obvious that you’re in wonderful shape. That’s an expert opinion, by the way. May I ask how old you are?”
“I’m forty-four,” said Mom.
“Shit,” said Nela. “I hope I can find a way to look as good as you when I’m forty-four. I’m not sure I look that good now. If I didn’t know for certain that you had a grown son, I’d never believe that you’re older than maybe mid-thirties.”
Mom smiled at Nela, a very warm smile. “Thank you, Sweetie.”
The three of us lay there mostly in silence for the next hour, drinking beer and enjoying the sun. Every once in a while we’d hop in the pool to cool down. After a while Mom started fidgeting.
“It’s hot,” she said. “Maybe I should go inside.”
I said, “Hop in the pool and cool off, Mom.”
Silence. Then, “It’s not just that. I’m starting to feel weird being the only one who’s dressed out here.”
Nela laughed. “It’s the ‘nude beach’ effect, Natalie. You go there and everybody is naked but you’re too shy to go naked yourself. After a while you realize that you feel different from everyone and it’s only when you finally strip off that you feel less exposed.”
“Why don’t you take your bathing suit off, Mom?” I said. “You’ll be much cooler. And I’m here to tell you from experience that baring it all outside is good for the soul.”
“Shit, I don’t know if I can,” said Mom. “I was raised to protect my virginity and clothe my naughty parts at all costs. I don’t know how you guys can be so casual about this.”
“No pressure. But think of it this way,” said Nela. “Nudity and sex are two different things. We’re naked all the time without having sex. We can also have sex without being naked. And more importantly, there’s nothing wrong with either sex or nudity, we’ve just been taught that there is. You’re with people that like you and love you, and you can trust us not to judge you either way.”
Mom was silent for a while. Then she said, “Okay, I’m going to do it. But I want to trade loungers with Nela. And no fair peeking while I get undressed.”
“Deal,” we both said at the same time. Mom and Nela exchanged loungers, so Nela was now sitting next to me. She automatically reached out and took my hand. I closed my eyes. I admitted to myself that I was looking forward to seeing my mother nude.
We heard some shuffling around, and then Mom said, “Okay… God help me, I’m nakkies here.”
I opened my eyes and looked at my mother. She was laying on her back on the lounger with her eyes squeezed shut, maybe anticipating something terrible.
Oh my God, I thought, this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body was flawless. Her breasts were full and round and her nipples were hard (excited?) and crying out for attention. Her waist was tiny. Her muscles were toned and if there was an ounce of fat on her, it belonged there. Unlike Nela who waxed religiously, my mother had a sparse growth of pubic hair around a pussy that looked custom made for licking and sucking and…
Goddamn, stop it!! I told myself.
“Oh fuck,” said Nela. “I knew it. You’re perfect, Natalie.”
Mom opened her eyes and looked at Natalie. “I’m old and yucky,” she said. “You’re young and beautiful.”
Nela placed a hand on my mother’s waist. I heard Mom’s sharp intake of breath.
“I can double and redouble my workouts and I’ll still never have abs like yours,” said Nela. She moved her hand to cup my mother’s breast and I heard Mom gasp again. “Or tits like these,” she said. “I’m cursed by bad genetics. I’m fifteen years younger than you but right now, looking at you like this, I think your body looks younger and better than mine. What do you think, Thomas?” Both women looked at me, and then down at my dick…
Which I suddenly realized was throbbing at full attention.
My open minded Nela just chuckled, but Mom stared at me with her mouth agape.
“Is… is that for me?” she said.
“Mom, I’m so sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking at all. I was just… You’re… I can’t help it. You’re so fucking beautiful. I have the two most attractive women in greater Los Angeles, naked, right next to me. Give a guy a break.”
“I like that you think I’m pretty,” Mom said in a low voice. She was still staring at my erect penis. “My God,” she said.
“Pretty doesn’t begin to cover it, Natalie,” Nela said. “Your one flaw is that uneven tan line, and from this point forward we’ll work on that religiously.” She reached down into a little purse and came up with tanning oil. “Special stuff,” she said. “Helps you tan while keeping the most harmful rays away from your skin. May I?” She poured oil onto her hands and before Mom could answer Nela began rubbing it onto Mom’s legs and tummy. While this was happening, Mom continued to stare at my hard, now dripping, cock.
When Nela started rubbing oil onto Mom’s tits, Mom’s eyes finally closed and she let out a soft moan. Nela looked at me to make sure I was watching her hands on Mom, then she started rubbing Mom’s nipples with her thumbs. Mom groaned and her whole body shivered.
“I… oh God, what are you doing?” she gasped.
“Just putting some suntan oil on a new friend,” said Nela. She rubbed oil onto Mom’s upper chest and went back and gave both her nipples a little tweak in a finishing touch that made Mom gasp.
“Careful, Mom,” I said. “I don’t think I told you: Nela is bisexual.”
“That’s right,” said Nela, “I am. And any time you need one of my ‘special massages’ you let me know, Natalie.” She turned to me and wrapped her hand around my erection. “Now Thomas, what are we going to do about this hard cock of yours?” Without waiting for a response, she bent down and took every inch of it into her mouth.
I groaned and grabbed her head as it bobbed up and down my shaft. Nela is an excellent cocksucker. She seems to have no gag reflex, and I’ll never know how she builds up so much suction. She started the little humming she does because she knows I like the vibration.
Then I remembered that my mother was here with us. I looked over at her, expecting her to either be gone or to have her eyes squeezed shut.