Caught Out

It wasn't a particularly busy or difficult day at work, but it was bloody hot. The weather had gone from a few weeks of nice clear days in the mid to high twenties, Celsius that is (that would be mid-seventies to eighties for those in the U. S). Then, out of the blue, we were hit with two days in a row of forty degrees (one hundred and five Fahrenheit). Hardly unheard of in Australia, to be sure, but it still kicks your ass when it hits. On top of that, it happened to be a day when I had to be at several house showings. I'm a real estate agent, so it meant that I was walking around in the heat for much of the day. The only respite was the air conditioning in the car.

On the drive home, I remembered that Zoe, my daughter, was working until later that tonight. I had been trying to work out what I was going to do for dinner because there was no way I was in the mood to cook tonight. The reminder that Zoe wouldn't be there triggered my memory that Patrick, my son, was supposed to be staying at his friend's place tonight, and of course I knew that my husband Ben was away for work this week. He travelled interstate every couple of months for a week at a time. He had been doing this for the last five years so we had gotten used to the routine.

I felt a small thrill of excitement that I would actually have the house to myself this evening, at least until Zoe got home after eleven. I wouldn't have to run around for anyone else or cook. I could make myself something simple to eat, have a wine and just relax in the pool all by myself and let the heat of the day leach out of my body.

That was when I had the exciting thought that I could even go skinny dipping if I wanted to. It was something that I loved to do occasionally, and I always found it exciting; it just didn't happen very often. I could probably count on one hand the number of times it had happened since the kids were born, though, and they were both adults now.

That excitement of wandering across the backyard, completely naked, knowing that the only way the neighbours could see you was if they were deliberately trying to. Who knows, maybe they did like to sneak a look when they could. I didn't think that any of them would but the thought was still a little exciting. Feeling the air caress your naked skin and then the water cooling you down and touching you in a way that felt strangely more intimate than just having a bath or shower. It was that feeling of heightened sensation that came with being naked, proved by the fact that even your bare feet seemed a little more sensitive to the grass underneath them when you had no clothes on.

I felt a shiver of anticipation move through me, and the fact that I was already horny just made it that bit more exciting. One weird side effect of the hot weather for me was that it never failed to make me ridiculously horny and summer was my husband's favourite time of year for exactly this reason. It had been the case for as long as I could remember. I don't know exactly why it did, but the combination of wearing as little as possible, feeling the heat on my skin and getting sweaty, always made me wet and horny.

It didn't help that the last client of the day was a very good looking man in a beautifully tailored suit. Everything about him was yummy. His physique, how well that suit fitted him, the fact that despite the heat he was still immaculately groomed, and the expensive cologne that didn't quite mask the subtle smell of man sweat that made me think of the smell of good sex. That raw, sweaty, fucking that left you with limbs of jelly.

I reached down between my thighs and let my hand slip under my skirt. I very lightly ran my fingertips over my panties, just giving my clit a very light tickle, as a tease of what's to come. My nipples were begging for some attention too but they wouldn't be able to get anything more than a gentle tease until I got home, thanks to the bra and blouse I was wearing. I liked to be naked outside, but in the safe confines of my enclosed backyard, not in the car driving home. Exciting as that thought was, I had a professional appearance to upkeep.

I pulled into the driveway, grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and stepped out of my car. I was quite proud of my little car, it was nothing really flash, but it wasn't a base model either. It was the sports model with two doors but I wouldn't go so far as to call it a genuine sports car. It was, by far, the fanciest car I had ever owned. I bought it after my first year of successful real estate sales. I had worked damn hard, not just for this car, but also for my position, as well as the success of the company that I worked for. I was no real estate mogul who would be making millions, not by a long shot, but I worked hard and I brought home a nice salary.

My husband also brought home a good wage due to the fact that he had been instrumental in bringing the company he worked for from a devastated shell of a company, almost completely destroyed by the previous owners illegal activities and gambling addiction, to a thriving sales success. He had worked damn hard for years and for several of those years he had been doing it for wages far below what he was entitled to. As a result he had quadrupled the companies sales in the first two years for the new owners and it has been steadily growing since.

They knew he could have left and earned more years ago and it would have left them in a terrible position, yet he stayed. He remained loyal to the company and took real pride in his achievements. Turning it from a nightmare, running at a loss into a multi-million dollar success story that continued to grow. The owners rewarded his loyalty and hard work with a wage that more accurately represented his efforts. We weren't wealthy by a lot of peoples standards but we were far from poor. We had been poor for long enough to appreciate what we had and not blow it on unnecessary crap.

The two exceptions I would say for me were this car, which was now five years old and would stay with me until it was no longer mechanically safe to keep, and the pool. We lashed out and got a lap pool, although it was wide enough to play volleyball in, installed in our back yard. I got the pool because I have been a swimmer my whole life and I hated the times when I didn't feel fit. Wanting to stay fit, and with teenage kids at the time it felt like a justifiable extravagance.

I felt a very exciting tingle as I stepped out of the car and my pussy lips slipped across each other. My clit was already tingling in anticipation of that naked walk across the lawn and into the cool waters of the pool. My nipples were achingly hard and were demanding attention. I couldn't wait to get naked. In my head I had already decided to wait until I was outside before I would touch myself. Tease myself by not touching where I desperately wanted to until I was outside, in the hot, summer, open air, before I finally slipped my fingers inside my needy little pussy.

I was grinning like a loon as I opened the front door. I walked through to the kitchen and felt the smile slide off my face as I heard music coming from the back yard. My handbag hit the bench and my keys rattled next to them. I watched in disbelief as my son and his best friend walked past the window. They had no idea that I had arrived home yet and they were laughing at something.

I was pissed off. I felt completely irrational being angry at him. This was his home and of course he was always welcome here but I was so wound up and suddenly nothing was going to happen. It's not like I could just go up to my room, strip naked and make myself cum with my son and his friend right here. I could feel the mood slipping and that was frustrating as hell. It was then that I saw two more of his friends wander past.

"For fuck sake. Can I please catch a break?"

I sighed heavily as I accepted the simple fact that my much needed alone time just wasn't going to happen. I opened the door and walked out onto the deck. Patrick, my son turned at the sound of the door. He still had a smile on his face and I tried to respond in kind but it felt forced. I watched as his smile slipped a little and felt a fresh wave of guilt at feeling annoyed at him.

"Hi, Mum."

"Hi, mate. What's going on?"

I gestured broadly at the three boys sitting on the edge of the deck talking. Seemingly on cue they all turned to face me with smiles and I got a chorus of "Hi mrs. D." from them all.

"Hi, boys."

I couldn't keep the sigh out of my voice as I looked back at Patrick with a questioning look.

"Yeah, sorry, Mum. We had an unexpected change of plans. Seeing as it's so hot and we have the pool I kind of suggested that maybe here would be better. I'm sorry, I should have asked first."

He was obviously picking up on my frustration levels but it wasn't entirely his fault. I certainly didn't want him to feel unwelcome in his own home. I guess I just had to cop it on the chin. I made a mental note that he owed me big-time, though.

"It's fine, I was just looking forward to a quiet night."

Yeah, a quiet night of being naked in the pool and playing with my incredibly wet pussy. I could feel myself blushing as the thought went through my mind and I was grateful that my already hot face would help disguise the blush that I could feel creeping up my neck.

"Sorry Mum."

"It's alright, just try to keep the noise down. I don't want to upset the neighbours."

He looked across at the sound system he had brought out from his room but before he could say anything I set him at ease.

"It's fine as it is, just don't have it too loud, okay?"

The smile he gave me was one that always made me give in to him.

"Thanks, Mum. I love you."

The second half was said a little softer in the hopes that his friends wouldn't hear. He may be legally an adult but he still had some of the habits from when he was a kid at school and it made me smile.

"I love you too, Pat."

I turned and walked inside, sighing again as I entered the air-conditioned space. I picked up my bag from the counter and proceeded upstairs to my bedroom. I dumped my bag and lay flat on the bed for a moment, sighing as the weight came off my feet. I even considered having a snooze but two things stopped me. The first being that I could already feel the mattress heating up underneath me and the second was my pussy practically screaming for attention.

I contemplated having a cold shower to try and cool myself off but I knew that what I wanted to do was go for a swim. I stood up again after kicking my shoes off and walked over to the window that overlooked the back yard. I couldn't see the deck from here where I knew the boys would be sitting around talking shit. The swimming pool was glistening in the late afternoon sun and was calling to me.

"Fuck it! It's my pool, they're not going to keep me from it."

I went to the drawers on the other side of the room and pulled out a one piece bathing suit that I had purchased recently but hadn't worn yet. I laid it out on the bed and made sure that I had cut all the tags off it then began to get undressed. I was down to my underwear when I heard a sound from in the yard so I walked back over to the window. The boys had taken their shirts off and were tossing a ball back and forth to each other. None were looking in my direction but I had the sudden realisation that if they did they would be able to see me standing here in my underwear. Well, they would at least be able to see the top half of me anyway.

My first instinct was to move away from the window but then I wondered if any of them would look up this way. I stood there for a little bit longer in just my bra and panties, which were a sodden mess by now.

It was exciting and I couldn't deny the effect it was having on me, watching these half dressed young men run around the yard. I slid my panties down my thighs and glanced down at them. They were indeed a creamy mess and I knew I would have to have a wash before I put my bathers on. Standing there with no panties on, regardless of the fact that they couldn't see that far down my body, was incredibly exciting. My fingers began to wander through the short landing strip of pubic hair until they found the slippery folds of my pussy.

It didn't take long at all for the first tremors of a small orgasm to begin. It left me feeling even more daring and after double checking that none of them were actually looking this way I reached behind my back and popped the clasp of my bra. I held the cups in place for a moment before getting the courage to let it drop to the floor. I stood there for as long as I felt brave enough to, feeling my heart pound in my chest and the tingles began again in my pussy. It felt like I stood there on display for ages but it was probably no more than twenty seconds.

One of the boys, Zac, threw the ball wide and Josh ran to grab it and I watched as he picked the ball up and turned in what seemed like slow motion directly towards me. I darted to my left as quickly as I could. I don't think he saw me but there was definitely a split second there where he absolutely could have.

I stood there naked with my back now to the wall next to the window, nervously giggling like a school girl up to no good.

I went to the en-suite and proceeded to splash cool water on my face and used a wash cloth to clean myself up. Once I felt a little more presentable I went back to the room and, steering clear of the window, I put my new bathers on. I was surprised to find that they were a little firmer fitting than I had thought. It was odd, they were the same size and brand as the ones I usually got but the hips were cut just a little higher and they felt just a little bit tighter fitting than my old ones.

I went and inspected myself in the mirror and decided that maybe I was just feeling a little sensitive because they looked fine. In fact I quite liked the way they looked on me.

I grabbed my towel and made my way downstairs again. There was that awkward moment when I walked out the door and the conversation the boys were having dried up. It made me wonder what they had been talking about. Was it juicy gossip or just the usual inane stuff about computer games, sports, etc.

I could feel their eyes on me but I did my best to ignore the looks. Men are simple creatures and when something grabs their eye they lose all understanding of subtlety. I know it can be a bit unnerving when men men just stare but after the first five seconds or so they seemed to recall where they were and who I was. The three friends all looked at Patrick as though expecting a rebuke from their friend but there was none coming. Not until Andy opened his big mouth that is. Andy had always been a bit of a loudmouth and was apparently born with an excess of ego.

He was possibly the least shy person I had ever met. He had an over abundance of confidence and, through some random stroke of luck and extraordinary genes, he had the looks to go with it. It was particularly unfair for his friends who were all quite good looking young men with fit, healthy bodies. Andy was just blessed to be that one step ahead of them all the time. Even with his inability to keep his mouth shut he still managed to charm his way out of any potential awkwardness.

"Damn Mrs. D. You're looking mighty fine."

I completely ignored the comment, even if it did send a tingle of excitement through my body. The other boys looked at Patrick as though he may pull out a gun and shoot him where he stood. Instead, he raised one eyebrow questioningly.

"Really, Andy?"

"Hey, sorry dude, but your mum is a regular MILF."

"Enough."

There was an edge of danger to his voice that I had never heard before. And it intrigued me. I didn't need him to defend my honour but it was kind of nice.

Andy just raised his hands as though surrendering and didn't say any more, but it didn't stop his eyes roaming all over my body. It made me extremely conscious of every bit of skin that was showing and it made me wish that I was showing a bit more.

I shook my head a little and smiled to myself. I was feeling a little rueful at just how incredibly horny the hot weather was making me. I decided that the best thing I could do was go and cool down in the pool. If I stayed out here being ogled and drooled over it wouldn't be long before I was drooling myself and undoubtedly showing a nice little wet patch because of it.

I walked over to the pool, leaving my towel on the edge of the deck. I dived in and felt that instant relief from the cool water. I swam a very lazy lap of the pool and then rested my arms on the tile edge, placing my chin on my forearms. It felt so nice to just let my torso and legs relax completely and just float.

The boys had gone back to what they were doing and were mostly just lounging around and talking. For my part, it surely would have looked as though I was half asleep as my eyes were mostly closed. Behind the hooded lashes though they were doing a very thorough inspection of Patrick's friends. I have always admired their fitness, each of them was an athlete in his own right, but strangely, I had never really looked at them from a sexual point of view. Sure, I recognised that they were good looking, but I had never considered any of them fuckable. Right at this moment though, that was definitely the gauge I was using. If I were single, would I fuck them? I was embarrassed to admit, even just to myself, that the answer to that was a resounding yes.

The hot weather, the anticipation of some quality alone time and the little tease I had already given myself, all conspired to make me as horny as a teenager. At least the water was having a cooling effect on my body if not just yet on my mind. It was definitely helping me to control my body, despite the seriously dirty thoughts running around my mind.

All of the boys were doing their best to act like everything was completely normal and limited their glances in my direction as best they could, except for Andy. He was straight-up looking at me like I was the tastiest snack he had seen in a very long time. It felt good to be desired, I can't lie, and when I thought about what he had said before about me being a MILF it sent a shiver of excitement through my body.

I know it's inappropriate to think about any man other than my husband in a sexual way but, surely there's no harm in fantasy. I mean, we all have silly little fantasies, right?

MILF. Mum I would Like to Fuck. The words rang through my head like a bell. He had literally just said out loud, in front of me, his friends, and my son, that he wanted to fuck me. He wanted his cock inside me. He wanted us both naked, our bodies entwined. He wanted to thrust himself inside my wet pussy until we both came. Until we were both covered in sweat and I had his cum dripping from my well fucked pussy.

Well, maybe that was a bit more than what he said, but that was the gist of it surely. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was so turned on. Just the mental image of my fantasy was almost enough to make me come. Then the fantasy morphed, as fantasies often do. Suddenly I was surrounded by Patrick's friends. All naked and with their glorious hard cocks on display for me to choose from. Each watching as they took turns fucking me and letting me satisfy their hot, young bodies however I pleased, and I was very pleased.

"Jesus, woman. Get a hold of yourself before you make a fool of yourself in front of your son."

I muttered to myself. I was so embarrassed by my thoughts that I knew I was blushing wildly. I took a deep breath and slid below the surface of the water, trying to cool myself down again while also diverting my eyes away from the young studs lounging around my yard.

There was no escaping the fact that the thought of them appreciating my almost naked body was turning me on. I swam back up to the wall and resurfaced. I couldn't just stay out here and ignore them all could I? Surely that would be rude.

I called out and began talking to them, asking them how they were going with their sports, their work, their girlfriends etc. I raised myself further out of the water and rested my breasts on my arms, suddenly making a whole lot of cleavage visible to them and I took great delight in seeing their reactions. I kept turning from one to the other randomly. I was just talking to them and paying attention to what they were each saying but at the same time I was trying to catch them out while they were looking at me and trying to sneak peaks down my cleavage.

My fantasies fired up again and in them I let a lot more of my breasts spill out of the top, or even just slipping the shoulder straps off all together and just letting them ogle my naked breasts and hard nipples. I didn't do it, of course, but fantasy me was doing it big time, and loving every second of it. One look at Patrick, though had my brain scrambling with confusion. He is my son and I absolutely shouldn't be behaving like this in front of him. It made the confusion even greater when I caught him getting a good look at my tits as well, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

Is he embarrassed? He doesn't appear to be. He certainly doesn't seem upset and... Holy crap, did he just squeeze his cock when he thought I wasn't looking? Is he as hard and turned on as the other three? I should be absolutely mortified but the only thing I am feeling, apart from seriously confused, is fucking horny.

For fuck sake, woman. You are an adult, A grown-up, married, woman who has always been faithful, and that is your son. So why was my clit so damn tingly?

"So how come you are all here, Pat? I thought you were staying over at Josh's place tonight?"

Didn't we clarify this earlier?

His eyes kept flicking from my nicely squeezed cleavage to my eyes then back down again. It was like he simply couldn't control them at all, or that it was at least a massive battle.

"Um, Josh's sister invited her friends over to stay and his mum said we couldn't stay there as well, because we were planning on having some drinks."

It made me smile that the boys seemed to think that they had been hard done by when I could see that Josh's mum was really just defusing a potentially messy problem. Four good-looking, hormonal, drunk, young men surrounded by equally hormonal sixteen year old girls was a recipe for disaster in anyone's language.

"So you all came here instead. I see."

He at least had the grace to see that I was a little annoyed at not having been consulted about it.

"Yeah, sorry, mum. It was all last minute and well, we've got the pool."

"Indeed, we do. It's a shame. I was planning on going skinny dipping when I got home."

I don't know what possessed me to tell them that but it had a great result. Three of the boys had looks of complete shock on their face, but Andy had developed quite the evil grin. I could tell he was having no troubles with the mental image I had placed in his mind. Josh and Zach seemed to be struggling with conflicting emotions. They were clearly both shocked that I had just admitted that skinny dipping was something that I do, but at the same time they were both very intrigued by the idea of that. Poor Patrick was trying to laugh it off as though I had told a funny joke but the look on his face was questioning my sanity at having said that in front of his friends.

Perhaps he was right. Perhaps my sanity was in need of a thorough check-up. I simply couldn't deny the pleasure I got from their reactions though and I knew that each and every one of them was now picturing me naked in here. That sent a fresh shiver through my body that terminated right at my clit, making it practically buzz with delight.

"You shouldn't let us stop you then. We won't mind."

I should have known Andy would have something to say. Cheeky shit, trying to call my bluff. I just turned to him and laughed.

"You wish. It's not going to happen."

Pat looked at him with absolute contempt for a moment.

"Seriously, Andy?"

Andy just laughed it off though.

"Just saying, Pat. Your mum's hot."

"Dude, learn to shut up."

There was no real tension, this was just banter and a little bit of embarrassment. Normally I would have been really put off by such boorish behaviour, or at best I would have just ignored it, but there was something in the air tonight that was affecting me. It felt kind of nice and exciting to be so openly desired, especially by someone who was particularly hot.

I slipped one hand below the surface of the water. I made it look as though I was just adjusting the position of my arms for comfort, and seeing as the lower half of my body was against the wall of the pool none of them could see that I was slowly rubbing my pussy through the material of my swimsuit. It was so exciting knowing that they were right there in front of me and they had no idea of what I was doing. The danger just added to the excitement and had me wanting to do more.

Thankfully I still had a little bit of common sense left and I didn't slip my fingers inside the suit. I doubt I could keep a full blown orgasm a secret right in front of them with them all looking at me.

I was getting a bit too keen to come, though, so I forced my hand away from myself. It was a hard won battle if I'm being honest. Having an orgasm in front of the boys seemed like such a fun thing to do.

I realised, once my brain could think about something other than my pussy, that I was getting thirsty. The problem was that I didn't want to get out of the pool yet, so I turned to my son.

"Pat, can you please get me a glass of the wine I have in the fridge?"

"Sure, mum. Umm, it's alright if the boys and I have a beer or two isn't it?"

Technically they are all adults and it wasn't my place to say no to something they were legally allowed to do, but I was glad that Pat was showing me the respect of asking first. I'm not sure what would have happened if I had said no. Would they have gone elsewhere?

Pat brought out the whole bottle of wine and poured me a glass, leaving the bottle in the shade near the edge of the pool so I could reach it. I went to take a sip and it was like my body took over. I was really thirsty and the first glass just disappeared. I looked at the remains in the bottle and realised it wasn't going to last very long. The boys hadn't opened their drinks yet because Pat had just gone back into the house to get them. When he walked out the door I spoke up.

"Before you open those boys, I want you to have something to eat first."

There was a collective groan and I couldn't help but laugh. And another thought occurred to me.

"I had no idea I was going to be feeding you all tonight so I haven't got anything out of the freezer. I wasn't even planning on cooking for me, so if you want anything you will have to go get something to cook for yourselves."

Pat just smiled as I already knew what he had in mind. He loved to barbecue and he was quite good at it. Sensing an opportunity to show off his skill to his mates I could see his mind begin ticking over. He looked at me and I nodded. He didn't need to ask, I knew the situation.

"Just go get my card and my keys, Pat. Get enough meat for all of us, but don't go crazy."

He nodded and smiled, then pointed his chin towards my bottle of wine.

"Want some more wine while I'm out?"

I knew exactly where this was going and smiled.

"Yes, get me some more wine and you can get some beer for you and the boys. No more than a slab between you though. I don't want you all hammered and puking everywhere, or drowning in the pool."

He grinned at me.

"Thanks, Mum."

I just nodded but silently wondered if I had opened a fresh can of worms.

Patrick turned to his mates.

"Supplies run. Who's coming?"

Josh stood up and called shotgun. Josh has always been Pat's best friend, ever since they met on their first day of kindergarten together. He was a good kid and a faithful friend to Pat.

The other two made no such move however. Pat looked at them as if to say "come on."

Andy looked back at him and shook his head no.

"It's too hot for us all to cram into a small car together today."

I had to admit that I was in two minds. I knew on some level that he wanted to stay so he could perv on me. I didn't feel threatened by him but I was kind of glad that Zach decided to stay as well. Besides, right or wrong, it was turning me on a bit to know that they wanted to look at me like that.

I swallowed the last of my second glass of wine as Pat and Josh walked through the house, closing the door behind them to keep the cool air from the air-con getting out. I heard my car start and pull out of the driveway. I was feeling a light buzz from the wine so I decided that the best thing I could do was a couple of laps of the pool. Using some energy and letting the cool water sluice over my body might help take some of the edge off.

I began by pushing off from the wall and started to do some freestyle. It was always my "go-to" stroke since I began swimming competitively as a kid. It felt as completely natural as walking to me and I didn't have to think about it as I went through the motions because it was all just muscle memory for me now. I got to the end of the pool and did my usual tumble turn, but I was mildly surprised and a little irritated to discover that this new swim suit rode up a little bit when I went into the crouch position mid tumble, then pushed off from the wall.

It hadn't ridden right up but I could tell that it had begun to pull into my ass crack just a little. I wasn't sure just how much more of my butt cheeks would be on display but I didn't think it was all that much. Maybe half an inch more either side than was showing before. I doubted the boys would even notice.

I smiled to myself as I thought, "It's not like I have a G-string on." The thought of wearing a bikini with a G-string bottom suddenly seemed very exciting though. Imagine doing those tumble turns with that on. Those boys would be able to see my ass hole every time I did a turn. I found it quite amusing to think what their reaction to that would be and suddenly I found myself fantasising about it as I reached the other end of the pool.

I rolled through another tumble turn and felt the material slip another half an inch in. Holy shit, if it keeps doing this I may well end up looking like I'm wearing a G-string.

I know I could have stopped at any time but a part of me, the naughty, wine soaked, horny part, was urging me on. It's just a look at your butt cheeks. Even if it pulls all the way in, they still won't see more than that. They're already imagining you doing this naked so this is nothing. Where's the harm in giving them a little thrill? Besides, it's turning you on knowing those fit, healthy, young, men are looking at your ass and imagining all the possibilities, isn't it.

I simply couldn't deny that it was very much turning me on. To the point where if I hadn't been in the water yet and my swimmers were dry, they would be able to see a wet spot where my pussy was leaking. Just thinking about that seemed to inflame my desire even more.

The next tumble turn had it pulling in a little more although not as much as the last two times. I began to alter my stroke pattern to a far less efficient stroke that did, however, mean that my ass was being displayed a little more prominently as I glided across the water. I was sneaking glances in their direction with every breathe I took and was quietly pleased to see that they were both now standing and paying closer attention.

I know I shouldn't have been doing this, and it really shouldn't feel good to have men, other than my husband, ogling my body, but it felt great to know that I was still attractive to young men. It's one thing for my husband to say that he still found me hot, but that was his job, he was supposed to be turned on by me, in the same way that I still found him attractive. That doesn't mean that some unbiased admiration from a couple of young men, that were physically attractive by pretty much everyone's standards, wasn't going to make me feel pretty damn good about myself.

At the next turn, I displayed terrible form in my tumble as I began my turn much later than I normally would and pulled myself into a very deep crouch against the wall. The plan, such as it was, was to make my costume ride a little bit higher. What happened though, was my costume completely gave up trying to hang on to me cheeks and slipped completely between them. My entire bare ass was now on display for the boys. The only thing that cloth was covering now was my ass hole and my pussy. As my head cleared the water for a breath I saw them both staring slack-jawed at my derriere as it too cleared the water.

I actually felt my pussy contract at the sight of them staring at my naked ass. my nipples were so hard I felt sure that they would be like two rudders in the water, steering my path down the length of the pool. I had never been an exhibitionist a day in my life and I never thought I would be, but I knew that tonight, visitors or not, I would be making myself cum once I was in my bed and thinking about this moment.

Without even thinking it through I immediately changed to breast stroke. My bare ass now humping in and out of the water outrageously as I swam another two laps. I looked across and noticed that the boys were no longer standing by the pool but were sitting with their feet dangling in the water. They were much closer to me now than they had been and I knew they were getting a much better look at my ass. It made me nervous to have them so close that it scared me a little bit, but it excited me a whole lot more.

I didn't want them to touch me, I had no plans to do anything as outrageous as letting them fuck me. I had always been a good, honest, faithful wife. At least that's what I was telling myself as my pussy clenched and released repeatedly. I knew I would be a dribbling mess if I was out of the water, but at least in here, no one could tell that my pussy was creaming as hard as it ever had.

I got so distracted that my stroke pattern collapsed completely and I came to a stop right in the middle of the pool where I waved my arms slowly back and forth treading water. I moved over to the edge of the pool on the opposite side as the boys sitting there watching me. Being that it is primarily a lap pool it isn't overly wide but it did give me a small amount of distance between them. We were still close enough to talk to each other quite clearly without having to raise our voices though.

I turned to face them and supported myself by placing my arms beside me and slightly to the back, on top of the pool edge. Although it wasn't the plan initially, it did an excellent job pushing my breasts out and up. At first I was shocked when I looked at the boys. They were both sitting there having similar reactions but showing it in completely different ways.

Zach, was trying to look everywhere but at my breasts and the hardened nipples protruding from them but his eyes kept sliding right back to them like they were magnetised. He was hunched forward in a way that didn't really look very comfortable and I realised that he was trying to disguise an erection. Andy, on the other hand, was leaning back on his hands and was quite proudly showing his swollen cock bulging out the front of his swimming shorts. He was blatantly staring at my breasts as though I had specifically asked him to evaluate them.

I glanced down and realised that my nipples were, as I already suspected, standing out quite prominently. It's not like my bathers were see through but the out line left absolutely nothing to the imagination at all. In fact I could even see the slightly puckered skin of my areola in detail. They were sitting just above the water line and if I relaxed my arms just the smallest amount then they would slip below the water and be a lot less visible. I didn't though.

I had no idea where this attitude had come from, other than the wine and the heat, but it was, quite surprisingly, giving me an incredible thrill. It was like an exchange had been agreed upon where I would allow them to stare at my body and I figured that if they could look, then so could I.

Both boys were quite good looking and fit but Zach was obviously more reserved, a bit shy. He was nice to look at but I felt like I was being a pervert looking at him. Andy, though, was basically inviting me to look, he even flexed his muscles just a little, making his already decent looking body swell even more. Whether it was a conscious act or something he did without thinking I wasn't sure.

I was never overly interested in, or particularly attracted to, the jocks when I was younger, I saw them every day as a teenager and involved in sports. It was nothing new to me and it didn't hold the mystique it does for so many, but I have to admit, he is a very attractive young man. The thing that drew my eye was the the outline of what appeared to be a rather thick cock. Admittedly, it could just be the shorts he was wearing that made it look so thick but I couldn't help but wonder if he was indeed packing some real girth in those shorts.

I had the crazy mental image of swimming across the pool, slipping his cock out of his shorts and seeing if I could wrap my mouth around it like a real slut. I even began to salivate just thinking about it. God damn this weather making me so damn horny. I wanted to reach down and slip my fingers between my pussy lips to tease my clit but I couldn't do that and stay on the edge of the pool like this at the same time. If I let go of the edge I would have to tread water again.

I shook my head as though trying to clear my mind of these dangerous thoughts. What the fuck am I thinking? Am I really that close to cheating on my husband? Am I really so horny that I am beginning to lose control of myself?

It was at that moment when I heard the car pull up then the sound of the doors closing. The boys heard it too as both of their heads turned toward the noise. I released my arms and sank to the bottom of the pool where I sat for a moment trying to clear my head. I heard the muffled splash as the two boys dropped into the water as well and I looked across. Unable to hide their erections, and not wanting them to be on display when their friends walked back out into the yard, they had obviously decided that the safest place was in the water. I watched as they tread water for a moment and Zach swam over to the steps and sat down.

I turned back to look Andy, and I would have gasped if I wasn't under water and holding my breath. He had pushed his shorts down to his upper thighs and had released that very thick and veiny looking cock of his. The cheeky shit was deliberately flashing his large, hard cock to his friend's mum. At first I was a little bit outraged, but then, did I not just do the exact same thing? Maybe not deliberately at first, but I had made no effort to hide my ass and in fact went out of my way to show them. Plus, I let them stare at my hard nipples. I was no less guilty, but still.

I took one last longing look at that delicious cock and pushed myself up off the floor of the pool. I straightened out the back of my bathers so that they were now sitting where they should be and covering my ass instead of being wedged firmly between the cheeks. I completely ignored Andy and swam over towards the steps.

I was walking out of the water when my son walked through the door onto the deck. He had the meat tray and utensils and Josh was carrying the box of beer and my bottles of wine.

I was halfway across the deck when the door closed behind Josh with a resounding click. A click that sounded more like the lock going into place than just the latch closing. I had that moment of annoyance where I was hopeful that it was my imagination but pretty sure it wasn't. My hand hit the handle and pushed down and absolutely nothing happened. Fuck it. The bloody door is locked. I turned to my son.

"Tell me that you have the keys on you."

The look on his face was enough to tell me the answer but he still did that frantic pocket pat to be absolutely certain. His head bowed down and he shook it slowly.

"Sorry, Mum. They're on the bench."

"God damn it. I wanted to go get changed. Is the front door unlocked?"

I hoped for the first time that he had done the thing that I always warned the kids not to do, but unfortunately, I had trained him too well.

What was I supposed to do now? Just sit out here in a bathing suit surrounded by four horny, drinking, teenagers? Two of which that had already seen too much of me. Surely that was a recipe for disaster. Now, I know the boys could spend the night out here and sleep under the stars but I wasn't going to be doing that. I couldn't even go to my sisters place for the night because I didn't have the car keys and there was absolutely no way I was walking across town in the evening wearing nothing but bathers, bathers that liked to ride up my ass at that.

Don't get me wrong, in a dream or a fantasy that might be interesting but in reality it was asking to be raped in this town. I could always ring my sister and find out if she still has a spare key though.

When she answered her phone I could hear party music in the background and my heart began to sink. I bet she's been drinking already. I told her what had happened and she at least had the grace not to laugh at my predicament, but my heart sank even lower when she reminded me that she wasn't in town because she was helping her best friend from high school to celebrate her fortieth birthday.

"What about Zoe? Where is she?"

"She's working the late shift and you know she can't answer the phone at work."

"That's unfortunate. Although, I can think of worse scenarios than to be stranded, with nothing but food, booze and four barely dressed young studs to keep me company. Sounds like a Mills and Boon kind of dilemma."

This time she did laugh and I had to agree it was kind of humorous but she wasn't aware of the way my mind had been working tonight. I lowered my voice into a course, dramatic whisper so that it wouldn't carry to the other side of the yard where the boys were gathered around the barbecue.

"God damn it. This heat is having it's usual affect on me and I have already seen one cock more than I intended to tonight thanks very much."

"Holy fuck. Lucky girl."

It was clear she had already been drinking and wasn't thinking about my marriage

or my husband stuck in his dingy motel room half-way across the country on his own. Probably bored out of his mind and watching internet porn while he lazily stroked his cock and hopefully thought about his wife. My fucking imagination was working overtime again as I imagined this scenario. The thing is, I knew exactly the type of porn he would be watching because we often watched it together. Damn I wish he was here so we could snuggle up in bed and watch it together then he could fuck me until I cum while thinking about the boys downstairs and their firm, ever-ready, young cocks. God damn it! Stop it.

"Hello?"

Bloody hell, I hadn't responded to her comment because I was too far into the fantasy again. I back tracked the conversation in my mind to find the appropriate response.

"I'm here, sorry. No, I don't think I am a lucky girl. This is awkward, beyond awkward, downright concerning."

"Just have another wine and relax. Zoe will be home before you know it and you'll be rescued. In the meantime, tell that son of yours that I want a photo of them all. I want to see just how much trouble you are in girl."

She laughed like a maniac and all I could do was shake my head. We said our goodbyes and I told her to have fun.

"You too little sis, and I'm not joking about that photo."

"Yeah, yeah. See you later."

I had to laugh, I mean, from her position it was a pretty funny scenario. I decided to grant her wish, more for a laugh than anything else. I walked over towards the barbecue and held up my phone.

"Hey boys, bad news, we're going to have to wait for Zoe to get in before we can get in the house, so if you need to go to the loo, you're going to have to go around the side of the house. Nobody pees in my pool, got it?"

There were murmurs of agreement and none of them looked particularly concerned.

"Now, Pat, that was Aunt Jas, she's out of town at a party so she can't help either but she did ask if I could send a photo of you and your mates."

"What for?"

I laughed as I thought, probably so she can play with herself while she looks at your friends if she doesn't pick up at that party, but chose not to say that.

"Who knows, it's Aunt Jas. I doubt even she knows why, but you know she will pester the hell out of me if I don't, so suck it up."

The boys all got together and each had their arms across the shoulders of the person next to them and posed in what actually turned out to be a really nice photo. One of them asked about who it was for and when my son explained about his crazy Aunt, Andy said, let's give her a good one boys. They all seemed to be in on the joke and even my son didn't baulk. They all stripped down to their bathers, and stood around in various poses where they flexed and preened. It was done as a joke but I knew that these photo's were most likely going to be kept by Jas. If I'm honest, there was more than a good chance I would keep them for myself as well.

I could feel myself getting moist again as I thought about Jas playing with herself as she looked at these studs, but it was weird to associate my own son with them. Finally after all the showing off they nagged me to get in a photo with them too.

"I'm not getting in a photo with just my bathers on."

"Why not? We all are."

There was a lot of back and forth but in the end they won out. I set the phone up on the table top, lined it all up and set the timer. I jumped into line and suddenly found myself surrounded by hard, mostly naked, young men. One of those naughty boys, I don't know for sure which one, but I was pretty sure it was Andy, placed his hand firmly on my ass. I didn't say anything or give any reaction because I knew that's what he wanted so I ignored it. As I began to move away after the photo was taken that hand gave my ass a tight squeeze and it sent a message straight to my clit. I was very wet now and feeling quite flustered. I could feel myself blushing and I knew my nipples were rock hard again.

I moved away from the group and tried to compose myself. I was very hot in the face and my pussy was practically gushing as I could still feel the heat of that hand on my ass. I poured myself another wine to try and mitigate the shock I was feeling, and sent all of the photo's to Jas.

I was hoping for a response from her but the fact that she had been distracted by whatever was happening at the party began to sink in as I stood there holding the phone. I resigned myself to not getting a response as I put my phone down and took another drink of my wine, I took a few deep, steadying, breaths.

It certainly wasn't the end of the world, being stuck outside like this, but it sure was bloody annoying. I was beginning to care a bit less about it, though, as the wine was kicking in and anaesthetising me quite nicely. I had finished the bottle that Patrick had brought out from the fridge earlier and I had just cracked open the first of the two bottles he brought home from the bottle shop. It was very rare for me to drink this much, generally I would have no more than two glasses, three on a special occasion, and I was beginning to feel the effects.

Thankfully, Pat brought me over some of the food he had been cooking. It would have been nice to have some salad to go with it but it was all locked safely in the house with the keys. Still, beggars can't be choosers, so here I was with a plate full of meat and nothing but wine to wash it down with. Had my head been a bit clearer, I would have gone to the tap on the side of the house and drank some water from there but as my brain was now swimming in a vat of booze and lust filled hormones I wasn't in a clear enough state of mind to be using much logic.

It was still bright daylight as the sun hadn't sunk past the horizon yet and I wondered just how long I would have to wait for Zoe to come home and let us in the house. I looked at the time on my phone and was quite disappointed to see that it was only seven o'clock. She didn't even knock off for another four hours and that's assuming she got out on time and that there was nothing that would keep her back at work.

I thought, briefly, about going to her and getting the key before she knocked off, but obviously I couldn't drive there with no keys, not to mention that I would be well and truly over the legal limit to drive. I could call an Uber, but I simply wasn't going to do that while dressed only in a swimsuit. Besides, I had watched enough exhibitionist porn with my husband to even consider that. I sure as hell wasn't going to walk half way across the town in this either. As I said before, that was just asking for trouble.

None of the boys that had their own cars had brought them here because they knew they were going to be drinking. Besides, they were each several cans in now and none of them had had their license long enough to allow them to have any alcohol in their system. I considered sending Pat in an Uber, but turning up to his sister's work at a rather flash restaurant, half naked, several cans in and needing to talk to Zoe could be disastrous for her job. She had worked so hard to get that job and she was so proud of the fact that she was one step closer in building her career as a restaurateur. She dreamed of owning her own high end restaurant one day and the fact that she was the most driven person I had ever known, I believed she could do it.

The reality was that I just had to suck it up and accept that we were stuck out here for hours yet.

As though it wanted to torment me some more, the wine decided that now was a good time to make a reappearance in the form of my bladder suddenly complaining that it was filled beyond normal capacity. I knew there was no chance of holding it until Zoe got home, in fact, this would likely be only the first of many trips to pee once the "seal was broken" as the boys liked to say.

I was sitting on the edge of the deck contemplating my options about letting them know that I was going to pee. Should I let them know or not? On one hand, if I announced to them all that I was going to pee, then, theoretically, there wouldn't be an incident where someone would stumble around the corner with the same intention and see me squatting with my pussy on display. On the other hand, letting them know that that is what I would be doing might give them the idea to sneak a peek, knowing that I would be squatting with my pussy on display.

I know Andy was definitely the type to try. Weirdly, though the thought of them trying to have a look didn't fill me with dread or fear, but rather a shiver of excitement ran through me at the thought. I could feel myself blushing at just the thought of how much it turned me on.

The pro's and con's of telling them were being tossed back and forth in my mind much the same way the boys had been tossing the ball earlier while I had been standing naked in the window, simultaneously hoping and fearing one of them looking up and seeing me standing there. Day-dreaming about my little excursion to exhibitionism land had me staring blankly into space and dangerously close to slipping a hand between my thighs for another little tickle.

My pussy was tingling again and practically demanding some attention. I was saved from myself, by the bell as it were, when my phone began to ring on the deck next to me and making a loud buzzing sound on the hard timber surface. The noise startled me out of my reverie and I looked around at the boys who had stopped talking and were all looking at me. I felt myself blushing even more and wondering how long they had been quietly watching me. I looked down at the phone now in my hand.

My husband, Ben, was making his daily call home. I answered it glancing around at the boys again. They still weren't talking and I had the uneasy feeling that they had been staring at me for quite a while before the phone rang. What had I been doing? I forced my mind to remember all the details of what I had been doing before the phone rang. I know my pussy was demanding some attention, but I was sure I had managed to restrain myself enough that I didn't do anything potentially embarrassing. Although the thought of those young men watching me masturbate was bloody exciting, I'm sure I didn't touch myself... Did I? Surely not. No. I'm certain I didn't, almost certain, maybe ninety percent sure. Shit! I hope I didn't. Although it would be very exciting to do that.

No, Patrick would be mortified if I had. My face glowed even hotter as I glanced again at the boys. Patrick didn't look embarrassed or angry, which made me feel a bit better. Andy, though, had a smirk a mile wide as he brazenly gave me a thorough looking over from head to toe. He wasn't even trying to be sneaky about it and as bad as that was it made my pussy clench and my nipples tingled.

"Hello? Hello?"

"Huh? Oh, crap! Sorry, Ben, how are you doing?"

"I'm okay? Are you? What happened, you're sounding very distracted."

I laughed as I thought about just how and why I was so distracted.

"Well, it has been, and continues to be, a very strange day."

"Considering I am having quite possibly the most boring day of my life, I hope you can entertain me a bit with how your day has been."

I stood up and walked to the other side of the yard so that the boys couldn't listen in and I could have some semblance of a private conversation with my husband. I told him that it had been a particularly hot day at work. It wasn't code or anything like that, but he knew what that meant. I continued telling him how I had been looking forward to some "alone time" and that I was excited to go skinny dipping.

The aroused growl coming back down the line sent another shiver through my already tormented body. I then told him how I was currently locked out of our house with the four boys, wearing nothing but my bathers until Zoe got home. He sympathized, of course, but what surprised me was the fact that he was clearly excited about the fact that I was almost naked in front of the boys.

"Well that sucks. I've told Pat to be careful with that latch. I'll have to get it replaced when I get home. I have to say, though, lucky boys."

He gave a wry chuckle while I tried to decide if I should be appalled at his comment or a bit turned on by the fact that he had known that at least some of the boys would be happy to see me in my bathers and get a good look at my body.

"Oh, so you are okay with a bunch of horny, young, guys checking me out are you?"

"Men are men honey, I could hardly blame them for feasting their eyes on such a sexy woman. I know they'll be depositing those sights in their wank bank for later."

"Even your own son?"

"Yeah, well, that's a bit weird. I bet he's doing his best not to look too much, but I bet the others are getting a real good look though."

I swear I tried to sound annoyed but the husky tone that came out might have betrayed just how much this was turning me on.

"Andy certainly isn't shy about looking, he's being completely open about it. It probably doesn't help that he and Zach may have got a good look at my ass before. My new swimsuit rode up pretty high while I was swimming earlier."

The image of Andy's thick, hard, cock earlier in the pool floated into my mind and my pussy clenched in response as though trying to grab hold of the cock that was in my mind's eye. Again, he gave that deep chuckle that told me he was very turned on by what he was hearing.

"Oh, I bet you hated them seeing that nice tight ass too. I wish I could have seen their reaction. Just how much of your ass could they see?"

I smiled as I thought about what he might be doing as he got turned on by my antics. Was he sitting there stroking his cock as he thought about the boys looking at my bare ass?

"You're getting turned on by this aren't you."

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"Not yet, but I want to. Tell me more about what you did, what they saw."

I couldn't help but chuckle myself.

"Naughty boy. You're sitting there stroking your cock while you are thinking about the fact that these young men were looking at my practically bare ass. My swimsuit ended up all the way between my cheeks. The only people who have seen more of my ass would be you and maybe my doctor."

"Mmm, lucky guys. You know they are going to play with their cocks later while thinking about your ass. They are going to fantasise about sliding their cocks between your cheeks and leaving you coated in their cum."

"Well, that's certainly an interesting mental image."

"Does it make your pussy wet thinking about it?"

It was almost embarrassing to admit that it in fact had me practically dripping wet and desperately wanting to slide my fingers into my pussy. My voice was a low purr now.

"God, yes."

"Are you going to play with your pussy and think about them looking at you?"

"Probably."

"Do you want them to watch you play with your pussy?"

"I don't know. It's an exciting thought, but it's also pretty close to cheating. I don't think I could do that."

"That's fair enough. From a fantasy perspective though, it would be incredibly exciting to know that you are all getting off on each other."

I was somewhat surprised to hear him say this, as though he was encouraging me to do it, surely not though. He might be getting turned on by the fantasy of it all, but he couldn't possibly want me to actually expose myself, deliberately, to them, could he? I thought about it for a few seconds as I tried to wrap my head around it. To be completely honest the thought of it was incredibly exciting. I couldn't help but be aware of the potential pit falls and consequences. But... Mmmm, I was practically oozing cum out of my swimsuit. Adding to my excitement was the fact that I could hear the tell tale sounds of Ben stroking his cock.

Even though I was far enough away from the boys that they wouldn't hear me if I spoke in a normal voice, I still lowered my voice.

"Is your cock nice and hard thinking about them seeing my ass?"

"God, yes."

"I wonder how much it would turn you on if they saw my tits or my pussy?"

"Oh, fuck. That would be so hot."

"You want them to see my pussy?"

"Yes."

I could hear his breathing getting heavier and faster and I knew he was getting closer to an orgasm. I pictured him sitting on the Motel bed, naked, stroking his cock and getting excited over me potentially flashing Pat's friends. I wanted to cum with him so bad. If I was inside the house I would have risked going to my room and making myself cum over and over as I thought about Andy's thick cock.

Speaking of Andy, I noticed him separate away from the boys and casually head around to the side of the house. I was in a corner of the yard where I could see partially down the side of the house. Where the shadow of the house blocked any light I couldn't see very far at all but the first couple of meters was lit by the lights over the pool. I assumed he was going around the corner to pee, as I had suggested earlier and I expected he would walk down into the shadow where he couldn't be seen. I also assumed he would turn his back to me. Neither of these things happened.

He stepped just far enough around the corner to be out of sight from the others then turned and looked at me waiting for me to make eye contact with him. When I did he reached down and pulled his cock out of his shorts again. The cheeky little fucker wasn't taking a pee at all. He stood there with his cock out, looking directly at me and knowing I was talking to my husband at the same time. I would normally get annoyed by such cockiness but I couldn't help but get turned on by his brazenness. I watched as his cock began to swell and grow.

God damn it was a good looking cock and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be filled up by such a beastly cock. As it reached full size he grabbed hold of it and I was stunned to see that his hand only covered half the length of it. That wasn't just big, it was a fucking massive cock. I gasped and realised that Ben could hear me.

"What's wrong?"

"You're not going to believe this, but Andy is standing at the side of the house, out of sight of the others and is exposing himself to me."

"What? He's not just taking a piss is he?"

"I thought that's what he was doing at first but his cock is hard and he's just standing there holding it and looking at me. Ben that thing is a frigging monster. It's not natural."

"And he knows you can see it?"

"Fucking people on the space station could see it. It's ridiculous."

"Fuck, that's ballsy."

"Is it wrong that it's turning me on, Ben? I would never cheat on you but fucking hell, I am curious about that thing."

"Are you sure it's as big as you think?"

"Ben, you've seen Andy. He's not a small guy with tiny hands. One of his hands barely covers half of it."

"Jesus!"

"I think anyone who took on that thing would need Jesus."

Andy began slowly stroking the length of his cock. Up and down, his hand went smoothly and the entire time his eyes were fixed on me. I was appalled by his behaviour almost as much as I was by my own desire to watch him stroking it. He smiled at me and much to my dismay, I smiled back. He mouthed two words.

"You like?"

Fuck yes I like. I like a lot.

"Jesus, Ben, he's wanking in full view of me."

"Do you like it?"

I couldn't believe he had just asked me the same thing.

"I can't help it, Ben. It's so fucking hot."

I could hear Ben stroking his cock again as he was obviously getting off on the whole scenario. I couldn't believe he wasn't angry or wanting to talk to Patrick so he could put an end to this madness. Then a thought occurred to me.

"Ben, what do you want me to do?"

Part of me expected him to say something like, "Walk away" or "go and tell Patrick". Part of me, the naughty, horny, still unsatisfied exhibitionist part of me, wanted him to tell me to do something much more risky. My thighs were wet with my cum where it had leaked through the crotch of my swimsuit and I could feel them gently slipping together as my body slowly gyrated.

Andy looked me in the eye again and once again mouthed the words "You like?"

God help me, but I nodded and smiled. Fuck yes I liked, I liked a lot.

"What do you want to do?"

"Huh?"

Embarrassingly, I had almost forgotten Ben on the phone.

"What do you want to do about it, baby? Do you want to touch it?"

"Fuck, Ben! I'm not going to touch another man's cock."

He chuckled down the line.

"You want to, though, don't you. I can hear it in your voice. Your pussy is all nice and wet thinking about it isn't it."

I could feel myself blushing because what he was saying was true. I did want to feel it. I wanted to touch it, taste it, find out if I could even get it inside my mouth or my pussy. How would it feel to be stretched out by that monster cock? Even though there was no chance of the others hearing what I was saying or reading my lips, I walked further over towards the fence and whispered my reply.

"Yes. I do."

There was a large oak tree in the corner of the yard. I walked around the other side of it so that the boys couldn't see me. It put me in a bit of a shadow that would have made it a little bit harder for Andy to see me, but not impossible. He stepped back and leaned against the house. This improved his angle of view to me, but it also put him much closer to the corner. If one of the others went for a pee there is no way they wouldn't see him stroking his cock. The brazenness of it all was such a turn on.

I heard Ben groan, and I couldn't have told you if it was a groan of fear and disappointment or if he was on the verge of coming all over himself.

"Maybe you should?"

"What? Are you crazy?"

He just chuckled.

"Well, if it's turning you on that much. Maybe you should."

"Does it turn you on that much to think of me being unfaithful?"

"Not unfaithful. I don't want him to fuck you. But... I don't know, maybe you could satisfy a little curiosity."

"Ben I am stuck in the backyard with our son and several other friends of his. I can't possibly do something that crazy."

"Just letting you know, it's okay if you do."

"I can't... Can I?"

What the fuck was I thinking? Of course I can't. It's ludicrous to even think about.

I dragged my eyes away from Andy's delicious looking cock and back up to his eyes. He mouthed more words.

"Show me."

Show me? Show me what? He must have seen the look of confusion because he turned slightly and patted his own ass. Oh! Holy shit.

"Ben, he's just hinted that he wants to see my ass again."

"Oh, babe. Show him that beautiful ass."

"You really want me to show him?"

"Oh, yes."

"I don't know. I kind of want to, but I'm scared. What if Patrick finds out?"

"Can Pat see you where you are?"

I glanced around the tree and noticed that he and the others were now even further towards the driveway and were looking at something on one of their phones. A part of me was astounded that I was even humouring this. Surely this was madness. I looked back at Andy who was still standing there patiently stroking his large, and increasingly exciting looking, cock.

I made my decision and felt my pussy practically purr in delight. I pulled my swimsuit back up between my cheeks, even deeper than it was earlier. Another glance to confirm the others were occupied, then I turned around. God, it was so exciting. My pussy was going into overdrive and I desperately wanted a cock inside me. I was as wet as I had ever been and my clit was practically buzzing. I wanted to cum so bad.

"Oh my God! I'm doing it. I can't believe I'm doing it Ben. I wish you were here to fuck me. I need your cock so bad right now."

"Oh, God. Jo, that is so fucking sexy. I wish I was there too. I want to watch you doing that. I want to see you tease that young man until he cums for you."

"Oh, God. Do you think he would? That would be so fucking sexy to see that big cock cum."

Crossing the line and deliberately flashing Andy seemed to unleash something in me that I was a little scared that I would never be able to restrain again. I turned to face him and the look on his face was worth it all. He had a look of wild ecstasy on his face and he was stroking that monster cock harder and faster. Without even thinking about it, or the consequences of my actions and not even checking again on the others, I did something I never would have believed I would do.

I dropped my phone on the ground and I slipped my arms out of the swimsuit and pulled it down. Not just off my shoulders, but I released my breasts and their sensitive, hard nipples. The look on Andy's face as I pinched my nipples and ran my hands over my breasts was amazing. His jaw dropped and even from this distance I was sure I saw his cock twitch. I pushed my bathers down over my hips until they were bunched around my thighs. While pinching my nipples with my left, I slid my right hand down across my belly, through the thin landing strip of pubic hair and straight in between my lips. My pussy was so wet that it just about sucked my fingers inside. I dipped my fingers in, then out a few times before focusing on my over-excited clit. I looked up at Andy as the first shivers of my orgasm began to roar through my system. I watched as his knees buckled then a huge stream of cum fired from the end of his cock and landed in the grass in front of him.

I dropped to my knees as my legs wouldn't support me anymore. All I could do was hope that the tree still hid me from the others because there was no stopping the massive orgasm that ripped through me. I did my best to keep it as quiet as possible, not an easy task when every nerve in your body is exploding with pleasure. I know I didn't black out but the next minute or so while I caught my breath is hazy at best. I seemed to suddenly realise the precarious position I was in and looked around in panic. I honestly expected to see Pat and his friends standing there looking at me in horror.

Fortunately, whatever was entertaining them on their phone was keeping them busy over the other side of the yard. I looked back at Andy who was still standing there with his slowly shrinking cock in his hand. The look on his face went from one of shock and awe to a real shit eating grin. He nodded at me and mouthed the word "nice."

I was embarrassed, mortified actually, and aroused at the same time. My body lurched into action and I began pulling the straps of my swimsuit up, trying to cover my naked body as quickly as possible. I was still having after-shocks from the most intense orgasm I had had in a very long time and it made me feel like I had no control over my limbs.

"Hello?, hello? Jo, are you there?"

What the hell? Who was talking to me? Oh shit, Ben was still on the phone. I looked around me and found the phone on the ground. I picked it up and I was panting like I had just been for a run. Between the orgasm, the panic, and now the fear, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

"Ben? Oh, Ben. I'm sorry. I lost control Ben, I'm so sorry."

"Whoa! Calm down, Jo. Tell me what happened. Did I just hear you cum?"

I could hear a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and a touch of fear in his voice. I felt a ridiculous feeling of intense arousal and deep anger at myself for doing what I had done.

"I'm so sorry, Ben. I didn't mean to go that far."

"Jo, you're freaking me out. You need to take a deep breath and tell me everything that just happened. Did he fuck you?"

"What? God, no. I only meant to tease him a little, show him my bum, then I decided to flash my boobs too. Then suddenly my body demanded more and I practically stripped naked and, oh my God, I just masturbated in front of one of Pat's friends. What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh, Ben can you forgive me?"

He groaned and for a moment I thought I had lost him until he spoke.

"Oh my God, Jo. That is the fucking sexiest thing you have ever shared with me. I just wish I could have been there to see it. You sounded so fucking good when you came. It sounded like it was an intense one."

I felt a huge wave of relief wash over me. The euphoria of that relief mixed with the after-shocks of my orgasm and it was so intense that I almost came again in the weirdest possible way.

"You're not angry at me?"

"Honey, I am anything but angry at you. I am jealous that I can't be there to watch you and to make love to you, but no, I am not angry at you. Not at all. I encouraged you, remember."

"God, Ben, I don't know how to feel. I can't believe I would do something like this. I feel like such a slut but there's a part of me that likes it. I am so turned on right now even though I just came all over myself."

"I can't get over how hot this is. You are so damn sexy."

"Do you really like that? I'm a mess, hardly sexy at the moment."

"You are at your sexiest when you are this turned on. You might think you are a mess but I wish I could see you that messy."

"So you like the idea that I have cum running down my legs? My swimsuit is soaked in my cum and I smell like sweat and pussy."

I could hear his breathing becoming ragged, and he was moaning in delight.

"Oh, yes. I would love to see you covered in cum."

I grinned to myself knowing he was about to pop. I wanted to help him along the way and I knew that the imagery was fuelling his fantasy. I chuckled at his response and wondered just how much he wanted to see that.

"Naughty boy. It's not just my cum you want to see on me is it? You want to see me covered in their cum too don't you."

I was getting into the fantasy of it too and couldn't believe that another small orgasm was building in me just from the sharing of this fantasy. My fingers found their way back to my crotch and began working a small circle of pressure directly over my clit.

"Yes. Yes I do."

"So you would have been fine if he had walked over to me and instead of releasing himself on the grass, he could squirt his cum all over my bare tits and pussy."

"Oh, fuck yes."

"And it wouldn't bother you to watch your slutty wife spread his cum over her skin, rubbing it in to my tits and even spreading it around my pussy."

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum."

A shiver went through me and I felt my own orgasm begin to tumble over.

"Yes. Cum for me. Cum all over me, add yours to the mess."

My orgasm took over and I could only grunt now as I heard him call out to me as he too came.

Once we both calmed down we said goodnight to each other but we didn't discuss what had just happened. That would be a conversation for Tomorrow night when he got home. I gave myself the once over, making sure that everything that should be covered was and that I didn't look like someone who had just had several orgasms. I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the tree and casually began to walk across the yard. I could feel the lips of my pussy, and my thighs, slipping past each other as I walked and I knew without a doubt that the crotch of my bathers was soaked. Between the wet crotch and the smell of my cum there would be no denying what I had been up to behind the tree once I got back to the deck with the boys.

The only sensible course of action was for me to take another swim. I dropped my phone in the grass, took a couple of long steps and dived into the water. The cooling effect on my body and face was immediate. It was a very warm evening but the heat I was feeling was coming from the furnace that had been lit in my pussy tonight. I was so embarrassed when I thought about what I had just done, but at the same time it was an incredible turn on.

I began to swim in my usual measured strokes and quickly fell into the rhythm of the strokes. I tried to focus on nothing but my swimming. I would succeed for a while but then thinking about strokes made me think about Andy's strokes and I would be back to square one.

I was coming up to the wall again when I noticed a pair of legs in the water at the end. I looked up to see Patrick sitting there looking at me. At first I was worried that perhaps he had seen something or that Andy had said something, but he didn't look angry at all. I slowed my stroke and glided into the wall, allowing my legs to slowly sink down as I rested my chin on my arms. I looked up at him and I could see he wanted to say something. I didn't want to rush him at all so I just waited for him to set his thoughts straight before he spoke. He waited so long though that I was beginning to get concerned and couldn't stop myself.

"Everything alright, Pat?"

He looked back at me as though he was dragging his mind from somewhere deep.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just feeling a bit weird, you know."

You think you feel weird, I just stripped naked and masturbated in front of your friend while your Dad masturbated down the phone and encouraged me. Obviously, I didn't say that out loud but I was thinking it and I was scared that my face would show it. I tried to sound as normal as possible when I spoke.

"Why's that, mate?"

"I don't know. It's like there's just something in the air. I feel distracted, I mean what kind of a dumb ass locks all of us out of the house like that? I feel silly but it's like there's something going on with Andy too."

Other than he has seen your dear old mum with several fingers in her pussy and cum all over herself, I can't imagine what you would mean.

"Really? I haven't seen anything."

Except his glorious, large cock spraying cum for me.

"Zach is very quiet tonight too. Like, normally I can't shut them up, Andy especially, but tonight they're just really quiet."

"Maybe they are just tired or something. I wouldn't worry about it. Don't overthink, mate."

He sighed and pulled his legs up out of the water.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Would you like another wine?"

"That would be great, thanks."

He wandered back over to the cooler where the drinks were and I looked at Andy and Zach. Neither of them was saying much, just sitting there nursing their drinks. Andy had a slightly smug look on his face but that was nothing unusual for him. When I looked at Zach I realised he was looking at me too. I smiled at him and he smiled back but it was a nervous smile. He blushed and I knew he was thinking about what he had seen earlier. As though to confirm it he crossed one leg over the other and made sure his drink was sitting in a way that disguised the discomfort he was now feeling in his shorts.

It made me smile to think I still had the ability to do that to young men but at the same time I felt a little bit sorry for him. I looked across at Josh who was sitting to the side. He had his phone out and appeared to be looking at it but every now and then his gaze would go to the others then flick over to me, then back to the other two. I could see thoughts churning in his mind and I wondered just what was going on in his mind. Should I be worried? I didn't think I needed to because Josh didn't have a mean bone in his body but I was definitely curious to know what he was thinking.

Patrick was walking towards me with my wine and I heard my phone begin to ring in the grass.

"you want me to grab that for you?"

"Yes please."

He handed me my glass and trotted over to grab the phone. He handed it to me and I saw that it was Jas calling back. I pressed answer and before I could even say hello her slurred voice came through loud and clear.

"So which one you wanna fuck?"

I responded in a hushed growl.

"Jesus, Jas. You do realise Pat may have heard that."

I was watching him walk back to the others and he gave no sign that he had in fact heard but it was definitely possible. I could feel my face going red as I wondered what he would be thinking if he did hear her.

"Oh, he knows already. All the mums want to fuck them. Hell, I want to fuck them. Jesus, did you look at the bodies on them? I would fuck them all at once if I could."

My voice lowered to a hoarse whisper, regardless of the fact that they wouldn't be able to hear me from here.

"For fuck's sake, Jas. That's your nephew you're talking about."

"That's a hot young man with a delicious body and a cock that can probably stay hard for hours."

"Jesus. Fuck."

I couldn't tell you if I was shocked, angry, amused or just fucking turned on by this statement.

"I hope your just joking, Jas. I mean, yeah his friends are hot, and just so you know, his friend, Andy, has a huge cock, but surely you wouldn't fuck Pat. Would you?"

Part of me really wanted her to laugh it off and say that she was just joking but there was also a part of me that was already envisioning ways of making it happen. The sick, perverted, horny bitch that had surfaced in my psyche today was greedily thinking about watching my sister fucking my son. It was making my pussy clench repeatedly and my clit was demanding attention again.

I moved further along the edge of the pool towards the shallower end where I could stand with my feet flat on the bottom and spread slightly further apart. It also meant that I was just a little bit further away from the guys on the deck. I put my glass of wine down and swapped the phone to my left hand. I was watching the guys intently to see if they were paying any extra attention to what I was doing but they seemed to be deep in conversation at this point. My right hand slipped slowly below the surface and I immediately ran my fingernails over my puckered nipples, sending a shiver through my body and directly to my clit. There was no physical way they would be able to see me touching myself but the excitement and paranoia of doing it while I could see them was so exciting.

Jas breathed deep and slow into the phone as she replied, as though she was thinking deeply about fucking her nephew.

"I don't know, Jo. If I was as drunk as I am tonight, I probably would. It's been so long since I have had some good, hard, young cock and I am desperate for a good fucking."

A shiver ran through me again and my fingers slipped under the tight leg band of my swimsuit and my fingertips found my throbbing clit.

"Oh, Jas. Surely someone at the party is single and good to go."

"God, I wish. I'm so fucking horny. They're all very much married, gay or damn ugly. I may be horny but I still have standards. Shit, even most of the women are attached, frankly, I would even settle for some tongue action from another horny woman right now."

My fingers increased the pressure and speed of the action as she talked. My breath was getting heavier as I felt yet another orgasm sneaking up on me. I was so surprised to hear her say this that I blurted out the question without even thinking.

"Have you done that before, Jas?"

"Of course I have. Haven't you?"

"No, I never really had the opportunity."

"Really? Not even with Jacquie?"

Jacquie had been my best friend growing up. We had shared a lot of great adventures as teenagers, shared holidays together and had even shared a bed on many occasions but we had never broached the subject of pleasuring each other.

The closest thing to that that I had experienced with Jacquie was one morning while we were on holidays she must have thought I was still asleep I could feel a rhythmic movement next to me. I lay there with my eyes closed trying to wrap my head around what was happening but on some instinctual level I knew not to let her know that I was awake. I could hear her breathing coming faster and suddenly it clicked into place and I realised my best friend was lying next to me and masturbating.

I wanted to watch and I was getting wet and horny as hell as I listened to the wet sounds her fingers were making in her pussy. I wanted to join in so much, but I didn't want to let her know that I was awake and perhaps freak her out, embarrass her, or worse, make her stop before she came.

When she did, she made the cutest little mewling sounds and I felt her legs curl up. I wanted to be coming with her but I couldn't risk it. Seconds after she came, she quietly hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom with her clothes for the day. When she pulled back the sheets to get out of bed I caught the scent of her cum and felt that now familiar pull in my crotch. As soon as I heard the bathroom door click closed my hands disappeared into my pyjama pants. It took me less than a minute to make myself cum and I was even contemplating going for a second one when the door opened again.

I looked up at her and smiled as she smiled back. We each said good morning as she noticed I was now awake. She got a slightly worried look on her face as she asked how long I had been awake but that eased when I told her I had just woken up before she came back into the room.

She looked relieved and if she could smell the combination of our cum she must have thought it was just her own and best to not draw attention to it. I thought about that moment a lot afterwards but never acted on it. I wish I had now.

I still see Jacquie from time to time but a lot less since she got married and moved several states away. I wonder what she would think if I told her about it after all this time. Would she be as curious as I was feeling right now?

I turned my attention back to Jas. I realised I had been busy fantasising about Jacquie masturbating while I played with my own pussy and missed Jas's question.

"What was that?"

"I said, you don't seem too disturbed about the idea of me fucking Pat."

"Well, it's just the talk of a horny and drunk woman, isn't it. It's just fantasy."

"Mmm. At the moment, yeah."

"Really? Are you serious? You would fuck your own nephew?"

"The thought has crossed my mind before when I wasn't drunk. I haven't done it, of course, but I don't think I would put a stop to it if he wanted to. Not that it matters, he's not going to want to shag some old broad when he has all those tight young bodies throwing themselves at him."

I was shocked to find myself defending her instead of telling her off for even considering it.

"You're not some haggard old bar-fly you know. You are an attractive woman Jas, and experience is so much more important than how fit they might be."

Jas laughed.

"Well, I've definitely got some experience I would like to share with those guys."

"Oh, I'm sure you could teach them a thing or two. Hell, you could probably teach me a thing or two."

She laughed but then pretended to be shocked.

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"Not in a bad way."

She laughed again.

"Only you could get away with calling me a slut and make me feel good about it. You know, I get the feeling that you aren't completely opposed to me fucking Pat."

I felt myself blushing as I knew she had somehow seen into my thoughts.

"I have to be honest, it is exciting to think about."

I could almost hear her smile come down the line to me. Her voice became a little heavier, huskier and dropped into an excited whisper.

"It's turning you on, isn't it. You want to see your slutty sister fuck your son, don't you."

I was unable to respond, I tried to speak a few times but nothing would come out. I could feel myself blushing and my fingers, which had stopped moving but not yet left my swimsuit, began to move again in a firm circular motion against my pussy and over my clit. I lost myself momentarily as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I let out a soft moan without thinking about the fact that my sister was on the other end of this conversation and listening to every sound I was making.

"Oh my god. Jo, are you playing with your pussy?"

Her voice, still in a whisper, raised slightly in her excitement. A part of me couldn't believe we were having this conversation but it was undeniably erotic and exciting.

"Hmm?"

My mind couldn't conjure anything intelligent to say so I passed off this nothing question to try and buy time to think.

"You are, aren't you. You're masturbating out in the backyard. God, that's so hot."

I chuckled as I thought about what I had planned to do on the way home this evening.

"I often do."

"Wow. I never knew that. I bet you don't normally with your son and his friends out there though, do you."

"God, no. I didn't mean to, either, but I am so ridiculously horny today."

I could hear the sounds of her moving as she walked and the background noises of the party began to fade away.

"Are you going to cum, Jo?"

I rubbed a little harder and faster, feeling the excitement building.

"Maybe."

"Oh, God, Jo. I think I want to as well."

I chuckled as I imagined her in some strangers back yard with her hand down her pants.

"Don't let me stop you."

I heard some rustling and then a long, slow, shuddering, sigh.

"Oh, God. I can't believe I am doing this, and with you of all people, Jo."

"What has happened to me, Jas? This is so wrong but so damn exciting. I can't believe the things I am doing but I don't want to stop either."

I could hear her breathing becoming more ragged and I knew without a doubt that I was about to listen to my sister cum. The thought of that sent a thrill through my body like an electric shock and once again I felt my orgasm begin to tumble over and I began to lose control of my body.

I leaned harder against the edge of the pool and tried to keep as straight a face as possible as I panted through the spasms wracking my body. I was supported only by one elbow as my legs curled up and my hand rocked my clit back and forth quickly.

I heard Jas as she let out a long shuddering moan and a series of curses as she gasped for breath. I don't know which was more exciting, the fact that she could hear me coming or that I could hear her. The fact that the guys in my backyard would probably know exactly what was happening if they looked my way right at the moment just added more spice to my orgasm. I wondered if Jas was near enough to people at the party that she too was at risk of being caught and was that turning her on as much as me?

I heard her little moans, pants, and mewls as she came. I was surprised and somewhat pleased to hear that so many of the sounds she made as she came were similar to the sounds I made. It was strange to hear them from this perspective but I felt a wave of love for her surge through me as we experienced this together.

There were a couple of minutes of deep breathing that slowed gradually and while nothing was said, a lot was understood in that verbal silence. Eventually, Jas asked in a soft whisper.

"Are you okay, Jo?"

I smiled as I knew she was asking so much more than if I am okay. Am I okay? Are we okay? Have we overstepped the boundaries? Are we going to be alright after this?

"I'm fine, Jas. Are you?"

She giggled and I couldn't say whether it was from relief or nerves, but there was a definite edge to it.

"Yeah, I mean I just came in someone's back yard while talking to my sister about me fucking her son, but sure, I'm fine."

She laughed again and I quickly joined her. I didn't know what the fallout from today was going to be but there was definitely a feeling of relief to hear her say this.

"Jas, you know we need to talk about this again, but I don't think tonight is the night to do it."

"I know. I want to talk about this, I don't want to run from it. But, I think it needs to wait until we're not both full of wine and hormones."

I chuckled again knowing that nothing sensible was going to come from trying to discuss it tonight.

"I agree. I have been hornier tonight than I have been since I was a teenager and I know my brain isn't up to it tonight. You should probably get back to your party anyway, people will begin to wonder where you have gone."

She didn't sound as enthused about getting back to the party as I thought she would. She sighed deeply.

"Yeah, I should probably wash my hands first. Might be a bit confronting for some of them if I don't."

We both laughed and said our goodbyes. I put the phone down, made sure my swimsuit was properly in place then leaned back and began to float. It was a pleasant feeling, post-orgasmic bliss while floating on the water and looking up at the stars.

The only thing stopping me from falling asleep was the fact that as soon as I relaxed completely my legs began to sink. My eyes were half closed and my breathing was slow and steady. Suddenly I was pulled out of my reverie by the sound of my phone ringing again.

I groaned and wondered who was calling me now. Was Jas realising what had happened and calling to let me know she was upset? Was Ben calling back because he was bored and couldn't get to sleep? I swam over to the edge of the pool and reached for my phone. Just as my hand was about to pick up the phone it stopped ringing. Man, that's annoying. I thought about ignoring it but I had already been pulled out of the relaxed state I was in and I wasn't going to be able to get that relaxed feeling back again now.

I opened the phone and saw that there was a missed call from Zoe. I looked at the time and was amazed to see that eleven o'clock had come and gone. I immediately hit the dial button and waited for her to pick up.

"Hi, Mum."

"Hi sweetie. Is everything alright?"

I asked this because it was unusual for Zoe to ring before coming home from work.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just wanted to let you know that I was going to go out with the guys from work so I won't be home tonight."

Oh, fuck!

"Ah, honey, I've got no problem with you going out with your friends, but I need you to come home first."

She sighed and I could hear that she was annoyed that her plans were being derailed.

"Why? I've got a change of clothes in the car."

"No it's not that, honey. The keys got locked in the house and I have been stuck in the back yard with your brother and his mates all night. Aunt Jas is away and so is Dad. I need you to come and let us back in the house."

I could hear the laughter bubbling away under the surface of her voice as she tried to sound concerned.

"Oh, man. Stuck out there with that lot of perv's. That must suck."

"You don't know the half of it, I'm only dressed in my bathers."

"Oh, God. This truly is an emergency. I'll be there soon."

"Thanks, Zoe. I appreciate it."

"No problem, Mum."

I hung up and sighed with relief.

I checked once again that everything was tucked in where it needed to be and climbed out of the pool. I couldn't believe how tired and weak my limbs felt, but then I remembered that I had had several strong orgasms already tonight as well as a lot of wine.

I stood beside the pool letting the water run off my body while I tried to regain some of the strength in my legs. I looked around myself and spotted the wine bottle and glass. I picked them up and slowly walked back towards the house. My legs felt like jelly and I wondered if my knees would continue to support me.

I felt strangely disembodied as I realised the amount of alcohol I had drunk was having a far greater effect on me than I thought it was. I guess multiple orgasms, followed by lying back and floating in the water were distracting me from the effects of the wine.

I sat the empty bottle down next to the empties the boys had stacked next to the barbecue and put my glass on the table. I must have looked a bit unsteady because Pat left his friends and walked over to me.

"Are you okay, Mum?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Pat. I have just had more wine than I thought. Your sister will be here soon so once she unlocks the house I can go and have a shower and go to bed."

He seemed relieved to hear that Zoe was on her way home.

"Mum, I'm really sorry about locking the keys in the house."

"It's okay, Pat. It was just an accident."

"I know but being stuck out here with us must be annoying."

"Worse things have happened to me."

I chuckled as I thought about the amount of times I have cum tonight and the circumstances surrounding each orgasm. I've definitely had worse nights than this.

"When Zoe gets home, make sure you put your keys in your pocket so if you get locked out again you can get back in. I'm going to go to bed and hopefully not wake up with a hangover."

"Okay, Mum."

"And try not to make too much noise, you don't want to annoy the neighbours."

I could see him fighting the urge to roll his eyes at me and it made me laugh.

"Alright, I'll stop being a mum."

Pat smiled as he knew his thoughts had bubbled to the surface. He turned back to his friends and made his way over to them.

It was less than five minutes later that Zoe arrived home. I have never been so relieved to see her come home. She opened the door and looked at me, trying hard to hide the grin that was attempting to surface.

"Rough night, hey, Mum?"

I chuckled at the understatement.

"You could say that. It's certainly been interesting."

Zoe glanced across at Pat and his friends. I couldn't help but notice a small bite of the bottom lip for a moment and I wondered if there was some history between Zoe and any of the boys.

"Hmm, I can imagine."

She seemed to shake herself out of her reverie after a moment and looked back at me. She blushed a little as she cleared her throat and turned away from me.

"Anyway, now you can have a shower and go to bed and get away from this lot."

She pointed with her thumb back over her shoulder at the guys. She wandered back towards her room, I assume to grab something she had forgotten to take with her earlier. I thanked her for saving us as she walked away.

"No problem, Mum. I'll most likely be staying out for the night so don't wait up for me."

"Okay. Have a good time sweetie."

I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom where I got my nightie and a clean pair of underwear. I made my way into the bathroom and soaked for far too long under the shower. As much as it was still a warm night, I had been in the pool so long that my core temperature had dropped, and I was feeling cool, so it was nice to soak in the warm water.

I was absolutely exhausted as I crawled into bed. I sent Ben a good night message and after a moment I decided to send one to Jas as well. I didn't want her waking up with a hangover and feeling weird about what had happened. I told her I loved her and that when she was feeling a bit more human to give me a call.

I plugged my phone into the charger, laid my head on the pillow and moments later I was in a deep sleep. A sleep that was filled with a constantly evolving array of erotic dreams involving a whole cast of people. Ben and Jas featured in the majority of them, and Andy with his magnificent cock also appeared in several of them. There were even moments with Pat and Zoe, but to begin with it was only as observers of the erotic madness that was pouring from me like some psychedelic trip.

At one point in my dream I was sitting in a chair, naked and masturbating. I looked around and saw that both Ben and Zoe were there too. They were also naked and slowly masturbating but they weren't looking at each other, or at me, instead their focus was on something else. I was amazed that they were doing this in such a nonchalant way and I turned to see what they were looking at.

In front of us on a white fluffy rug were Pat and Jas. They were both naked and as I watched Pat rolled onto his back. His hard cock laying back against his stomach. Jas took his cock gently in her hand and leaned down to kiss it. She slipped it between her lips and Pat moaned in delight. She got back up on her knees but held onto his cock, making it point straight up. She lifted her leg up and straddled his body. As she did I noticed her pussy was completely hairless and oozing cum.

She placed her foot down to balance herself then still smiling at Pat and keeping eye contact with him she lowered herself down onto his cock. Guiding him inside her until she slid all the way down and her ass squashed against his thighs. It was so realistic that I could smell her cum and hear the sounds of wet pussy. I felt someone looking at me and I turned to see Ben staring at me with a hungry look on his face.

I blinked and realised that it wasn't Ben staring at me at all, but there were definitely a pair of hungry-looking eyes staring at me through my half closed bedroom door. Didn't I shut that door earlier when I came to bed? I realised at the same moment that I had stripped my nightie off at some point through the night and I had two fingers buried deep inside my pussy. I also realised that I was on the verge of yet another orgasm. The eyes watching me in the darkness did nothing to deter me, in fact, being watched just added to my desire.

My eyes closed tight as my orgasm rolled over me. My body twitched and heaved on the bed as my hips bucked up against my fingers, trying to increase the pressure. My ass lifted off the bed completely and I felt fluids gushing from me and out between my fingers. My ass cheeks had those fluids dripping from them and running down my back and I knew I would be soaking my sheets but I just didn't care at the moment.

Slowly I calmed down and my butt lowered gently back to the sheets. I was surprised to feel just how wet they were and I was just slightly disappointed to know that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. I was going to have to get out of bed and change the sheets. No way could I sleep in this. My heart was still pounding and as I removed my fingers I realised that I was a little tender. My poor pussy had taken quite a beating since I got home last night.

I turned to look at the clock; three A. M. It was at this moment that I remembered the eyes peering in through my half open door. My head swung back to the door but there was no one there. Had I dreamed it? Had someone been looking through my door in the middle of the night? Someone watching me as I lay here naked? Watching me as I played with my pussy?

I stood up on somewhat wobbly legs and moved over to the door. I looked down the hall but the other rooms had closed doors and there was no sounds coming from anywhere in the house. Maybe it was all just part of the dream, maybe I just wanted someone to be watching me masturbate. I looked again at the door standing half open and frowned. It was incredibly rare for me to leave my bedroom door open, even more so with other people around. It was certainly possible, I wasn't exactly in a normal state of mind when I came to bed, but it didn't feel right.

Knowing I wasn't going to get to the bottom of this any time soon I shook my head and turned to the bed. I quickly stripped the sheets off the bed and bundled them in my arms. The smell of my cum was strong and it made me smile, remembering how good that orgasm had been.

As I walked to the en-suite I realised that I was very sticky and decided that I was too awake to go straight back to sleep now so I decided to have another quick shower before making my bed again.

By the time I crawled back into the fresh sheets it was half past three. This time, though, I didn't fall immediately back to sleep. There were too many thoughts and conflicting feelings running through my head, especially as the details of my dreams came back to me. I spent what felt like hours turning my thoughts, feelings and motives over in my mind, trying to understand where it had all come from and where it was going.

I was no wiser by the time exhaustion overtook me and I finally succumbed. I woke slowly the next day noticing how bright the room had become. This could mean only one thing. The height of the trees around our property meant that the sun didn't shine through the windows until after nine o'clock in summer and much later in winter.

I rolled over to look at the clock and saw that it was half past nine. I also noticed a pounding headache, the sweats and generally feeling like crap. I sat up and waited for my head to stop pounding before I attempted to stand. Once I was steady on my feet I made my way down stairs. I was so thirsty it wasn't funny and I cursed myself for not having a big drink of water before going to bed. It was the number one rule I had for when I had been drinking and it almost always stopped a bad hangover. I blushed as I remembered the other reason I might have been dehydrated and again silently cursed myself for not having water before bed.

I walked into the kitchen and immediately had some pain killers and a huge glass of water. I drank it all down quickly then filled the glass again. I looked around expecting the usual mess the boys left when they had been over but was surprised to see the place looking quite clean. I looked out into the back yard and the bright sun stabbed at my eyes painfully until they could adjust to the bright light.

I caught some movement and tracked it until my eyes focused. My brain was so sluggish this this morning. I saw Pat standing at the barbecue with his back to me. He appeared to be cooking something but I couldn't see what. I made my way out through the door, carefully making sure that I didn't lock ourselves out again. I walked over to my son and put an arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Morning, Pat."

"Morning, Mum. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty ordinary to be honest but those bacon and eggs smell good."

My stomach rumbled in agreement, loud enough for Pat to hear it. He chuckled as he looked at me in surprise.

"Apparently so. I take it you want some?"

"Oh, God, yes."

I blushed again as I realised just how sexual my desire for the bacon and eggs sounded but neither of us commented on that and a slightly awkward silence followed. I wasn't sure if it was awkward for both of us or if I was just being overly sensitive. I decided a subject change was needed.

"Where are the boys?"

"Oh, they left about half an hour ago. Andy had some family thing he had to go to and they decided to share an Uber so they could pick up their cars from his place."

"I'm surprised you are all up and about so early."

"We all kind of fell asleep out here last night so once the sun was up sleeping wasn't really an option."

"Fair enough."

Suddenly I remembered the eyes watching me as I came last night and I wondered again if someone had come into the house to watch me or was it just part of my dreams? I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to know.

"Did Zoe come home at all?"

"No. I think she was staying with some of her work friends. I know she was planning on drinking, so she wouldn't have driven."

Well, that tells me it wasn't her watching me. I wanted to pursue this conversation but at the same time I was afraid to, so I let it drop for now.

Pat handed me an egg and bacon sandwich with barbecue sauce on it and I was salivating so hard my jaws ached. I went and sat on one of the chairs on the shady end of the deck. I was pleased to see Pat follow me after making his own sandwich and turning off the grill. He saw me looking at it and smiled.

"I'll clean it later mum, I won't forget."

"I wasn't actually thinking about that, Pat, but don't forget to, please."

"I won't."

We ate in silence for a few moments then he asked, with a noticeable amount of apprehension.

"So, what were you thinking about?"

It was an odd question to sound nervous about and I wondered how much he knew of what had happened last night.

"Just that it was a strange night, last night. It was weird being locked out with you all but it wasn't completely unpleasant. I also had weird dreams, and it's left me feeling a bit strange."

I could see the colour rising up his neck and cheeks and I knew for sure he either knew something, or had seen more than perhaps he should have. He chuckled a little nervously.

"Yeah, sorry about locking us all out like that."

"It was an accident. It happens. We really need to get that door fixed."

"So, umm, what were your weird dreams about?"

I thought that this would be the best opportunity I would get to ask who had been in the house and perhaps get an answer to my question.

"It was weird and, well, very personal, if you know what I mean, it's just that... Well, I'm not sure that it was all a dream or if I was awake for some of it."

His colour went from red to almost purple and suddenly I knew without a doubt who had been at the door watching me cum. I felt myself blushing hard, and I really didn't know how to feel about it. My inner pervert that had so recently discovered the joy of exhibitionism was incredibly excited, but the part of me that was a mum was completely freaked out and concerned.

He cleared his throat and looked at me, then looked away again in a hurry.

"It was you?"

I wanted to say so much more, to ask a million questions that had popped up into my head, but I wasn't game to let any of my curiosity out for fear of what I might reveal to him and vice versa.

He hung his head and then slowly nodded. We were both quiet for a moment before he found his voice again.

"I didn't mean to, Mum, I'm sorry. I came in to grab my pillow and I heard a noise. I stopped in the hallway and listened. At first I thought maybe you had just snored or something and I was about to go into my room when I heard you groan like you were in pain or sick or something. I wasn't trying to be a pervert or anything, I was just checking to see if you were okay. I pushed your door open a bit and I was... Well, I was kind of stunned by what I was seeing. It didn't help that I was pretty drunk and it took a few moments for my brain to catch on to what it was that I was seeing."

I was almost as embarrassed for Pat as I was for myself. What a thing to walk in on. I can't deny that I was curious as to what he thought about what he saw, though. How did it make him feel? Was he sickened by the sight, or did it turn him on? If it turned him on, was he feeling as weird about being turned on by it the way I am right now?

"Well, I have to admit that it's pretty embarrassing that you have seen me in such a personal moment, Pat."

He chuckled and finally regained enough composure to look at me again.

"You could say that, for me too. You know, you always told Zoe and I that it's a normal and natural thing to do, that everybody does it, and we shouldn't be ashamed of it. I just didn't expect to ever see you doing it."

I surprised myself by laughing too, thinking that when I had talked to them about masturbation when they were younger, I wasn't exactly thinking of this scenario.

"Well, it's true. Pretty much everyone does it."

We were both quiet for a minute or so, and I wondered if he was thinking about other people he knew doing it. At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder about him doing it. Would he do it with the image of me in his mind as I came so hard I squirted? Was it wrong of me to kind of hope he did? It was definitely an ego boost for me, and the thought of it sent a shiver through me that I couldn't quite hide.

I noticed him look across at me out of the corner of his eye as my body shivered briefly and the hair on my arms stood up. I just hoped he didn't notice how hard my nipples had become. I was dragged out of my reverie when he spoke again, but I missed what he said.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I just said it could have been worse."

"Really? It seems about as bad as it could get as a parent. How could it be worse?"

"It could have been one of the other guys who saw you."

I felt myself going red as I remembered the show I had put on for Andy last night. I felt my pussy contract, and I noticed I was getting very wet now.

"Oh, they would have been sick for sure. Probably would have run screaming from the house in horror."

Pat laughed and shook his head.

"As if. It's not like you are an unattractive woman or anything; besides, I'm pretty sure Andy at least has a bit of a thing for you. He even called you a MILF last night."

"I know, I heard. I just ignored him at the time."

I laughed, trying to hide my embarrassment and my excitement with the laughter. There was no hiding the fact that my face was now bright red. Pat looked at me and smiled. He seemed to think I was blushing because of what Andy had said and not because of what I had done.

"Last night I noticed him checking you out in your new swimsuit as much as he could."

I lightly punched him in the arm.

"You're just trying to make an embarrassed, old woman feel better about herself, but I like it."

He laughed, and I felt some of the tension in the air begin to evaporate. I finished my egg and bacon sandwich, which was the perfect hangover breakfast, and decided that the only thing that would make it better was a nice cup of coffee. As I stood up, Pat took the paper plate that had held the sandwich from me and cleared his throat. I looked into his eyes, and he had a very sincere look in them.

"I really am sorry, Mum. I hope I haven't upset you too much; it was never my intention."

I smiled at him and then wrapped him in a hug. I was still in my nightshirt and hadn't put a bra on yet, and I felt my sensitive nipples tingle as they pushed against him.

"It's fine, Pat. A little embarrassing, but I'll get over it, so long as you aren't too traumatised by what you have seen."

He chuckled, and I felt his cheek curl up in a smile. I was also surprised to feel something else begin to grow against my hip at the mention of it. I knew in that moment that he was picturing me completely naked, my fingers shoved roughly in my pussy, my back arched and cum running down over my ass as I came, and I knew that it turned him on.

"I think I'll cope, Mum."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it."

I released him and turned towards the back door, but not before taking a quick glance at the bulge pushing out the front of his shorts before he could adjust himself. God, what was becoming of me?

I walked into the kitchen and was amazed at just how slippery my pussy had become. I made myself that cup of coffee that I needed so badly and walked back up to my bedroom. I made sure the door was closed properly and sat on the bed. I took some time to think about everything that had just happened and how it made me feel.

It was time to make some phone calls; Ben would be on the road by now for sure, and I was looking forward to him getting home, but I needed to talk to him now. After that, I would ring Jas and see if she had surfaced yet.

I spoke to Ben only briefly because he was in the midst of negotiating his way through traffic chaos and needed to focus. He was very excited to hear the details of last night, though, and I teased him by telling him there was a lot more to tell, but not until he got home and could take care of my needy pussy while I gave him all the details. He groaned in response, and I knew he would make it home in record time. I was desperate for him by now, and my pussy was drooling at the thought of having him inside me. I wanted to wait for him, though; I promised myself that I would do no more than tease myself until he walked in this bedroom door and stuffed me full of his hard cock.

When I got hold of Jas, she didn't say hello; she didn't make any small talk; there was no asking how I was going. The phone rang, and straight away she opened with.

"Did you fuck him?"

I laughed out loud mainly at the shock.

"Pardon?"

"Oh, come on. Don't tease me, bitch. Tell me you got that sweet, big cock inside you."

"Jas. What the fuck? You know I wouldn't cheat on Ben."

"Oh, I know, but tell me you didn't want to."

I chuckled, and at the same time, I felt another surge of tingles in my pussy. God, Ben, hurry up and get home.

"I can't say that because that would be a fucking big lie."

We both laughed, and we spent a while talking about her party and made some plans to meet up as soon as she returned from her trip away. Somehow I think we were in for a wild ride when we next got together.

Time flew by as we talked, and much sooner than I expected, the bedroom door opened. There stood Ben, looking very excited to see me. The look of hunger in his eyes was undeniable, and my body responded big time. There was no time or way to put it politely to Jas.

"Jas, I've got to go. Ben just walked in, and I need his cock inside me right now."

The look on Ben's face was comical as he realised what I had just said. He dropped his bag on the floor and began undoing the buttons of his shirt while he kicked his shoes off. Jas laughed out loud.

"Go get it, girl. I'll talk to you later."

I dropped the phone on the bedside table and immediately stripped my shirt and panties off. There was no foreplay here, no time to take it slowly; we needed each other immediately. Within moments Ben was completely naked and crawling up the length of the bed. He bent down and kissed my thighs as they spread apart to welcome him. As much as I love it when Ben goes down on me, I was far too impatient for that right now. I was wet and very ready for him to be inside me.

"No, Ben. Get up here and fuck me, right now."

A grin spread across his face that was slightly evil.

"As you wish."

Seconds later I felt the head of his cock slip gently between my lips. I moaned and grabbed hold of his ass, pulling him into me as deep as he could go. I let out a guttural moan as he penetrated me, and I felt my orgasm build to a peak almost straight away.

My hips bucked against his, and my hands were grabbing at his back, desperately trying to get him to fuck me hard.

"Oh, fuck, Ben. Pound my pussy. Fuck me hard and fast."

He did as he was told, and I called out wildly as my orgasm overtook me. The fact that Pat could possibly hear me did nothing to tame me at all; in fact, it just urged me on. I lost all control of my rhythm, but Ben thankfully kept pounding into me. Our bodies slapping together as we grunted and groaned, and the bed made sounds like it was under duress.

Faster and harder he pounded me until, with a huge groan, he shoved into me with all of his strength, driving my ass deep into the mattress, and I felt his cock pulsing inside of me as he released his cum. Another smaller orgasm shivered through me in response, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging to him with all of my strength.

I slowly relaxed back down onto the bed, and I smiled up at him. He was panting as though he had just run a marathon, but he was smiling down at me.

"God, you are a sexy woman."

I smiled at him and then reached up to him, kissing him deeply.

"You certainly make me feel sexy."

"That conversation on the phone yesterday was so fucking sexy."

"Oh, you like the thought of me exposing myself to other people, do you?"

His cock was still inside me but had begun to shrink, and I thought it was about to slip out of me, but as soon as I said that, I felt his cock begin to swell again inside me. It had been many years since Ben had gone more than one round with me, but as his cock swelled, he began to slowly move his hips in a gentle circle. His voice was a deep growl as he responded.

"I fucking love it. I bet Andy wants to fuck you. He has been checking out your sexy body for ages, and after seeing more of it, I bet he wants to slide his cock inside you just like this."

He began to slide his cock in and out of me in a slow fucking motion. I could feel his cum, mixed with mine, sloshing around inside me and then begin to ooze out around his cock. It was running down over my ass, and our sweaty, cum-soaked bodies were making all kinds of sounds that would normally make me blush, but today they just added to the sexy feeling.

"It almost sounds like you want him to."

He didn't say yes, but the growl that came from him, followed by the increase of intensity of his lovemaking, told me enough. I wanted to hear it from him, though. I wanted to hear him say the words.

"Do you want him to fuck me, Ben? Do you want to see his big cock spreading my pussy open? Do you want me to take a young man's cock inside me? Do you want to watch me being fucked like that?"

He paused, and I felt his cock swell. He began stroking into me again, but he still didn't respond.

"Do you want to see that, Ben? Do you want me to do that?"

"Oh, God help me. Yes, yes I do."

"Mmm. Oh, yes, Ben. I don't know if I can, but it's so fucking exciting to think about."

We kept going as our passion grew with the excitement of this new kink we had just discovered. Another orgasm began to grow in me as a scenario played out in my mind with Ben watching me as Andy slid that large cock into me, filling me like I have never been filled before. Suddenly there was more than just Ben watching me. Pat was there watching through the half-closed door, and he was then joined by Jas. Both of them were watching me at the same time Ben was watching, and Andy was driving his cock into me. The fantasy shifted again, and Jas was standing there naked; her hand was down the front of Pat's pants. She was stroking Pat's cock and whispering in his ear as she stood there completely naked. Her pussy was shaved clean and I could see her cum leaking from her. Her nipples were hard and pronounced and the hand that wasn't stroking Pat's cock was squeezing and pinching them.

My orgasm soared over me and the fantasy dissolved bringing me back into the reality of the here and now, just in time to see the look on Ben's face as his own orgasm took hold of him.

We shared a shower and once we were dressed again we descended the stairs, ready to return to reality once again. I made Ben some lunch and made us both a nice cold drink that we were both in need of. The dehydration from the loss of so much bodily fluid, as well as being hungover, was real.

We caught up on the day to day stuff and Ben had a look at the lock on the back door. By the time the afternoon was coming to an end we had organised a barbecue for a fortnights time. I was looking forward to having Jas home and exploring this new deeper side of our relationship.