MOM’S BIG PLUNGE

MOM’S BIG PLUNGE
Playing with his tool in the cool pool was hot!

by Oediplex 8==3~


Jimmy, my son, sat beside me in the car, on our trip up the New York Thruway. It was a two hour trip to the lodge, a two week stay we had planned. Our friends, the Jansens had asked us to house-sit their posh second home in the Catskills. It was just going to be Jim and me. My husband, Ted, was tied to his work in the City for the duration, on a critical project he had to supervise. I would miss Ted, but my kid was a fine companion, and Jimmy was eager to come along.

Just having finished a tough freshman year, and turning 20 in a few weeks, he needed a break. So did I, for that matter. I had been run ragged, with my own work as a store manager, for a local shop in our village. When we were offered this opportunity, to look after their property in upstate NY, it was just the ticket. The Jansens were on a European tour, for the fortnight; we were to keep an eye on things. There had been break-ins the previous summer in that area, and they were nervous about their lovely spot, which they called ‘Miz-B-Haven’.

I wasn’t sure of exactly why the nomenclature, but it certainly had all the amenities for a grand time. They had a pool, Jacuzzi, the latest high tech in audio-visual equipment, video games galore, a well stocked bar (that would get good use), and a wine cellar also. While it was too bad it was so isolated, with a satellite dish, we could have the latest movies. Groceries were a half hour down the road, but the lodge was well stocked, and had a big freezer. The kitchen had everything you could ask for in appliances. It was going to be “uh ton uh fun”, as Jimmy put it.

I noticed Jim glancing my way, quite often, as we flew up the highway. He was a good looking fellow, much as his dad was, but he had my fair hair instead. Taller than me, but then most people were. My spouse kidded about having married ‘Tinkerbell’. I was petite, and still looked like I was the High School cheerleader he had fallen in love with. Only, the magic had lately been missing, from our never-never-land. Or rather, our love life, was more never-land. Between his commute to the city, from Connecticut, and my crazy shop manager problems, we seemed never to get a chance for romance, in the last several months.

Which is why it was a damn shame, that hubby was tied up in the Big Apple, for this adventure. It would have been the chance to fool around. Even with Jim along. We could always ask for privacy, it’s not like our son didn’t know his parents had sex. One time, he even walked into the living room, and got a quite a surprise, when he caught us doing it on the couch. He was supposed to have gone to the movies for a couple of hours. I can’t remember what spoiled his plans, what I won’t forget is that he strolled in, just at the critical moment.

We couldn’t stop, not right then. I was screaming as I climaxed, and his father was in the middle of squirting a huge wad of jism, up my pussy. That was last Christmas vacation when he was home from college. He stood there, and stared at the home porno scene. Then as we finished our throes of passion, he calmly said, “I hope you used protection, you two horny kids.” The cheek that boy has sometimes! (I have an IUD.) Then he calmly went up to his room. But that was a facade. As we went past his door, going to our room where we finished, we heard him masturbating. Smack, smack smack; he was beating his meat. I didn’t blame him, it must have been a hot sight.

A few days afterwards, he told me I had the sexiest ass he had ever seen. I let that pass by without any reply. I mean, what do you say to your son in that situation? ‘Thank you, Honey, can I see yours?’ My husband told me, Jimmy asked him if I was as good a lay, as I had been when we were first married. I was dumbfounded. “What did you say?” I asked. “I told him – better!” Jim answered. So okay, that was a compliment. However, from that time on, Jimmy looked at me sometimes with, well frankly, lust in his eyes; and a slight smirk in his grin.

The damn thing was, it was starting to get to me. Okay, it’s nice my son thinks I’m sexy. It’s good to know, that I still have the physique that puts the wood in men’s pants. But my own son, ought not to think of me that way. Even more disturbing, is since the screwing has diminished lately, my son has become more of a subject for an occasional fantasy, in my own head. I imagine that he catches me masturbating one afternoon, and says he will take care of me, since he knows his dad is not being attentive in that department.

He strips, and comes boldly to the bed. I’m on my back. He gets between my thighs. He is hard. He is big. I am wet. I have no will power to stop him. He places the beautiful hunk hanging from his loins, at my entrance. I put my arms around him. He presses inward, and goes deep. GOD! I’m getting wet sitting here driving, with Jim in the seat right next to me. He is looking at me with that ‘smile’ that says he wants me. I look down at his jeans, sure enough there is a long lump in the crotch. I look at the road straight ahead. I wonder if my shorts are showing a wet spot, my panties are definitely damp.

I have on pinks shorts, and a loose sleeveless shirt. I decided the day was going to be too warm to wear a bra. I like to feel the breeze in my blouse, when I am driving in the summer. With my arms up on the steering wheel, Jimmy’s angle is able to view sideways at my right boob. He can’t peak at the nipple, but if he saw it, it would be like an oversize pencil eraser. As it is, my buttons clearly are poking their perky points, under the thin cotton. I lick my lips, it is warm, but the sexual tension has made the atmosphere, that much hotter. Good thing we’ll be there soon!

Our arrival is down a dusty dirt drive, to the meadow setting of the luxury lodge, ‘Miz-B-Haven’. A haven it is from civilization, but with all the conveniences. Like a love-shack, at one of those Pocono resorts. Though the Jacuzzi wasn’t heart shaped. The Jansens had us all up for the Forth of July, two yeas ago. They shut it down between November and March, but this was August now, and the place was left ready for our visit, while they were away. We were on our own if anything went wrong, except they left all the numbers, for plumbers and other repairmen if needed.

After the long drive, Jim and I both agree the first item of business, was to take a dip in the pool. The air-conditioning would need some time to crank up, so we would change, and then dive in. In fact, I had been a diving instructor at one time, at the local Y, and Jimmy had taken lessons that summer too. The pool had a board, not as good as the country-club’s, but we would use it to have fun. I had packed the swim-suits in my case, since my son had insisted on stuffing his duffel with his camping gear. We also brought a large trunk for our stay. There was a washer-dryer, but it was a compact one-piece unit, and I didn’t want to wear it out.

I took the master-bedroom, and Jim was bunking in the spare room. We left their daughter’s room alone. I was changing into my bikini, when the door burst open, and Jim walked in. I was in the middle of just putting my top on. So those firm little apples of mine, with the strawberry centers, were on display to my son’s eyes. We each of us froze, I felt like a deer in the headlights, stunned by the unexpected intrusion. My son was zeroed into his mom’s mams, and a look of astonishment was the expression on his face. I was not one for making any big deal about nudity within our household, it happened by accident sometimes.

In fact, I had walked in on Jim, coming out of the shower a couple of times. I kept my cool then, and now. But I didn’t let things go for long back then, I didn’t want either of us embarrassed. I had merely turned around, and let him grab a towel. I had seen the meat he was packing, nice and long, and thick enough. Semi-rigid, as if he had been jerking-off. That was what I had been envisioning in my fantasies, that delicious sausage. Now, I finally brought my top up, to cover my exposed tits. He had seen his mother’s bottom in December; here in August, he got a gander at my ta-tas.