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Mom Does Anything:>Ep41

| went upstairs and returned downstairs faster than Mom had, wearing my gray board shorts and nothing else.

Jenna arrived a minute later, wearing a loose white T-shirt over her bikini bra and a beach towel around her hips.

As soon as she entered the house, she un-tucked her beach towel and showedthe front of her small bikini

panties--it was a red thong that just allowed the outermost sides of her fat labia to show.

She spun around, whipping her towel to her left side and showing off the thong running between the firm cheeks

of her bubble butt. The nylon was thick enough to cover her crack and the inward sloping sides of her cheeks. It

narrowed at her perineum, then widened against her pussy, holding her muff-meat so tightly that it outlined her

every cunny fold. She remindedof those Japanese massage videos where sperverted masseuse drips oil

all over the pussy of the woman he was about to molest.

"That's hot," | said as Jenna spread her legs and bent over at the waist.

"Do you think your mother's going to get mad?" she asked.

"Don't know," | said. "It's a bikini, and she said to put on your bikini."

"I know," Jenna said, turning around. "She didn't say a bathing suit, or one-piece--which she knows | have--she

said, 'Bikini."

"As long as we're not fooling around." | grabbed Jenna's hand. "Let's get outside before my mom comes down." |

pulled Jenna through the house. "Oh, and she's going to chaperone us."

"You're kidding!"

| laughed as | led Jenna into our backyard.

By the tMom had entered the backyard, we were already swimming. Jenna's top matched her bottoms, a

deep red bra that darkened as the water seeped into its fabric. The cups sat low-cut on her heavy breasts,

leaving all but her nipples and areolas bare, and it wasn't big enough to hide the sides of her ample tits, their

perkiness keeping them high and tight to her curvy yet toned body.

"What do you think she'll say about my top?" Jenna had askedbefore my mother had entered the backyard.

"You are a bad girl," | had said, standing arm's length away from her in the rippling water, my gaze drifting from

the naughty glimmer in her eyes to the rock-hard nubs capping her tits. They weren't as long as Mom's diamond

cutters, but they were thicker, and my mouth watered as | thought about taking one of them into my mouth.

Our concern for my mother's reaction to Jenna's bikini faded away the moment we saw my mother. She was

wearing a pair of sunglasses, had her lotion in one hand and her towel in the other, and was wearing something

that could have been a bikini if companies made bikinis out of dental floss.

Attempting to cover my mother's breasts were black strings with triangle cups that left three-quarters of her tits

bare. The tiny bra strings wrapped around her sides, connecting in the back, and below her waist, she wore a

pair of matching panties, with two nylon waistbands riding her hips while a tiny, triangular patch of cloth slid

vertically down between her legs, cupping her inner lips and barely covering the inward folds of her outer lips--

which left so much of her pussy meat bare. Half of her bright, blonde landing strip lay above the low-slung

waistline of her bikini panties, and Jenna's eyes widened at the sight of those sunlight pubes.

"You two go ahead and cool off," Mom said as she sat in a lounge chair to the right of the pool. "I'm going to

enjoy the sun." She set her towel down. "Behave yourselves."

Mom uncapped her lotion and poured sinto her right palm. She rubbed her palms together, then rubbed the

lotion into her skin, starting with her arms and shoulders, and then her chest, stomach, and breasts, her fingers

cupping the exposed portions of her tits with a soft caress. Mom did her thighs next, opening her legs and

running her hands between them, from her ankles to the sides of her pussy and up to her hips, pulling the

strings of her waistband outward and slipping her fingers beneath them, seeming to pay extra attention to

lotioning her entire body.

Holy snatch attack, Batman, | thought, the sound of my voice a whisper between my ears.

"Jesus," Jenna said when Mom stood and did her backside, though she stood facing us. "Is she trying to make us

uncomfortable?"

| shrugged, grabbed Jenna's hips, and turned her sideways to Mom; then | looked to my right, where Mom lay

with her legs spread and the swells of her pussy pressing against her G-string. The exposed portions of her labia

flowed into her thighs with a natural beauty.

"I don't know, but it's working," | said, shrugging again. "We better behave ourselves."

Jenna growled.

| offered her a soft smile and dove sideways into the water. Our swimming lasted about five minutes before

Jenna said, "Let's get ssun. Do you think your mom will let you rub slotion on me?"

"Let's ask," | said. "Mom, can | rub lotion on Jenna, or is that something we can't do?"

"As long as you behave yourselves, you can do whatever you wish," Mom said. "Just remember not to cross any

lines that you shouldn't."

"What lines are those?" | asked, stepping in front of Jenna so she couldn't seesmiling at my mother.

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Mom tilted her head upward to look at us, though her tinted glasses hid which one of us she had focused her

attention on. | guessed Mom was looking at Jenna when she said, "Anywhere not covered by Jenna's bikini is

okay with me." She laid her head back down.

Jenna looked at me, widening her

eyes and making an, oh, really, face,

then she smiled and headed for the

steps. As her thong-co ered byttn

broke the waters wool my cock

tikgled, the head swelling as a ring of

pleasure encircled the corona. |

looked at Mom, who lay with a slight

spread to her glistening legs, her

pussy lips kissing the then fabric of

her panties from beneath, and |

wondered what | had done to deserve

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this break from Mr. Mason's decree.

You still can't do anything with her, | thought, and maybe so, but anywhere without a bikini? There was a lot of

anywhere on Jenna's body at the moment.

Jenna grabbed a towel and dried her

body off. | pushed myself out of the

water at the side of the pool, goed

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Mom, | grabbed Mom's oil--the same

oil I had used on her a few days

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ago—and | sat on the side of Jenna's

chair as she lay down on her

stomach, using her towel as a pillow.

"Don't let Jenna burn," Mom said in a soft voice, followed by a softer yawn. "Make sure you rub the oil deep into

Jenna's skin. Take your time. I'm going to have a nap. Wakein ten minutes and remember: Behave."

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| pulled my thoughts back to the present as | poured a handful of lotion into my left palm. More memories of

Japanese massage porn cto me, and | thought back on the times that | had massaged Jenna in her room

while she watched one of those videos on her phone.