Brad walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. Wow, this is nice, he thought to himself as he took in the size of the master bathroom. He'd only ever seen bathrooms like this in magazines. One wall had his and her sinks with a mirror from the counter all the way up to the ceiling and the whole length of the room.

Right in the middle of that was a built-in vanity with drawers, a chair and a special makeup mirror that had lights all around it. He walked over to the vanity and pulled the chair out. Then he put the speedo on the counter.

He unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his shorts down to his knees. As he turned to sit in the chair, he caught himself in the mirror. He wasn't as hard as he was, but he thought it was so cool to see himself like that in the huge mirror.

He sat down and removed his shorts and put them up on the counter. Then he picked up the speedo, immediately thinking this was smaller than his. The one he put on right before Cindy picked him up. He wondered if it would even fit him as he stretched them out in front of himself with both his hands.

"I don't know about this," he said to himself as he bent over and put his legs through each of the leg holes and pulled them up above his knees.

He looked in the mirror again and chuckled as he stood up facing the mirror. His big cock dangled down in front of him as he bent down and started pulling the speedo up his legs until the waistband hit the underside of his cock.

He let go of the speedo and looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. That's when he noticed that the light blue material matched the light blue of Marsha's bathing suit. His cock started to swell a little bit at the thought of Marsha again.

Then he hooked his thumb inside the front of the waistband, right beside his cock and pulled it out in front of him. He grabbed his cock and stuffed it inside the speedo and let go of the waistband.

"Ouch!" he said out loud as his cock shifted and the waistband caught his shaft just below his corona. His cock head sticking right up above the speedo. He laughed as he looked at himself in the mirror again.

"Oh my God, this thing is tight," he said as he grabbed the waistband again and pulled it out slightly from his body.

He shoved his cock head into the speedo, then he grabbed his cock and moved it around trying to get it in a comfortable position. He wasn't hard, but his cock was still big. He finally got it where he thought it would be alright and let go of it and the waistband.

He looked in the mirror and said, "Oh my God." It was so tight against him. The material stretched to accommodate his cock. He was a little shocked as he ran his fingertips along the length of his cock over the speedo. The material was stretched enough that you could clearly make out the entire outline of his cock, his corona and cock head most prominent. The speedo wasn’t exactly transparent, more translucent; however, it clearly left little to the imagination.

His cock started to swell as he imagined going out there and the girls looking at him. His big cock was at an angle from the center to the right-hand side. You could clearly make out his cock head, which was just an inch from the top of the waistband.

"Oh shit," he said as he stared at himself. He tried to push his cock down a little further from the outside, but it wasn't working. "Well, here goes nothing," he said to himself and picked up his shorts and left the bathroom, then the bedroom.

He went to Cindy's room and put his shorts in the top drawer and then turned to go join the girls outside. He quickly walked through the house and back outside. He was thankful that the girls were both already in the swimming pool.

He quickly walked over to the pool, keeping his hand over his crotch and then dove into the pool. They swam for almost a half an hour. Needless to say, his excitement was up and down between Cindy in her skimpy thong bikini and Marsha’s big breasts and that sheer material over the rest of her body. He was thankful the cool water managed to keep his cock in check.

It didn’t take much to imagine what either looked like naked. To top it off, both of the girls' nipples seemed to want to poke right through the material they were wearing. They were all standing in the shallow end of the pool. The sun had already gone down, but it was still light.

"Well, I'm getting thirsty and it's going to be dark soon. I think I'm ready to dry off," Marsha said.

"Yeah, me too," Cindy agreed as she put her hands up on the side of the pool and pulled herself up and out.

Brad couldn't help it as he watched her bare ass in her thong. His cock immediately started to swell.

Marsha went over to the steps and walked out of the pool. Brad decided he would take that route to exit the pool too. Although he didn't have a full hard-on, he kept his hand over the front of the speedo as he walked over to the table and grabbed a towel.

They were all drying off and Brad kept getting harder and harder watching Marsha's big boobs bouncing all around as she dried herself. And watching Cindy and that damn thong with her sexy fucking ass on display.

Marsha finished drying herself first and hung her towel on the back of her chair and sat down. She was facing Brad as he continued to dry himself off as she sipped her lemonade, enjoying the view. That's when she caught a quick glimpse of the front of Brad's speedo and gasped. Now she remembered why Frank refused to wear them: they were almost transparent when they got wet!

Cindy finished drying off and hung her towel and also sat down in her chair and gulped down some of her tea. "Good thing you had that spare swimming suit, mom," she said.

Marsha gulped as she kept her eyes on Brad drying off and said, "I'm not sure Brad is going to think so in a moment, but I sure am. I'll bet you will be too."

"Huh? What do you mean, mom?" Cindy asked confused.

Marsha looked at her and then leaned in and whispered, "I forgot why your dad wouldn't wear that speedo."

"Why? What's wrong with it?" Cindy asked, now a little concerned.

Marsha smiled from ear to ear and whispered again, "It's transparent when it gets wet," and giggled.

"You're kidding," Cindy said immediately looking at Brad as his back was to them as he hung up his towel. "Oh my God, I can see his ass," she said and then looked wide-eyed at her mother.

"I can see yours too," Marsha answered giggling. "But we both know what we want to see when Brad turns around," she added and they both giggled and stared at Brad's ass.

Brad hung up his towel on the back of his chair and turned around facing the girls. He was shocked when he looked at them and they both gasped and covered their mouths, staring down at his crotch.

He was only a little bit hard at the time. That's why he didn't cover himself, but as soon as he saw the girls staring at his crotch with their hands covering their mouths, his cock immediately started to swell.

He looked down at himself as his cock quickly grew right in front of everyone. He couldn't believe it as he could clearly see it right through the speedo. Not just the outline - the whole fucking thing, almost like he wasn't wearing anything at all. His cock got fully hard.

"Oh my God. Oh my God, Brad!" Marsha said, her eyes wide like saucers.

Just as she said that, he felt it. His cock flexed hard and his cock head stuck out the top right-hand side of the waistband. It was like watching an instant reply in a football game in super slow motion in full 4K UHD clarity.

"Oh my God, mom. Look. Look. Holy shit," Cindy said and jumped up from her chair.

"Oh shit!" Brad said and quickly tried to stuff the head back under the waistband. "Shit. Shit," he said as it kept popping right back out when he pushed it back in.

Marsha stared mesmerized. Cindy stepped right in front of him and said, "Can I try? Let me give you a hand," she said and smiled at him.

She turned to the side slightly, as she wanted Marsha to be able to see. She hooked her thumb under the waistband right in the middle and pulled it out slightly. Then she ran her finger over the exposed part of his cock head.

"Oh. Oh, God," Brad moaned out as pre-cum oozed right out.

"Oh my God," Marsha gasped again, but couldn’t stop watching intently.

Cindy licked all around her lips and said, "Oh my, someone is really excited," and giggled.

She added two more fingers and tried to push his bulbous head back under the waistband, but it popped right back up and oozed out more pre-cum.

Both Marsha and Brad were now breathing hard.

"Maybe we should just start again," Cindy said and without any warning, yanked the waistband down in front and Brad’s cock stuck straight out in front of him.

"OH MY GOD!!" Marsha yelled out.

Then Cindy wrapped a hand around it and said, "Maybe we just need to get it soft again," and she stroked it quickly. On the third stroke, Brad yelled out loud as she felt his cock grow even bigger, flexing tightly in her hand. She felt the pulse as his cum rapidly moved from his balls through his shaft and spurt out. The stream was so forceful it arced into the air and landed right on Marsha’s chest.

"OOOH!" she shrieked out loudly.

"Oh, Marsha. I’m sorry. Oh shit. I’m so sorry," Brad yelled out as Cindy let go of him. He shot out again as Marsha stood up and his stream splattered onto her stomach and right hip.

His hard cock flexed again and shot out again on her stomach and pussy as Marsha screamed out again, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" as she looked down at the monster-sized cock spewing on her. It flexed one more time and shot out a small rope of cum and hit her foot.

She quickly ran to the door and went inside.

"Oh my God. I can’t believe I just came on her. Oh shit," Brad said horrified as he looked at Cindy.

Cindy was staring transfixed at Brad’s pulsing cock. It was only semi-erect now, pointing towards the cement, cum still dribbling down off of his tip. She’d given a few hand-jobs before, but she’d never seen anyone cum as hard as that. Now, even with his dick almost soft, it was still bigger than any other that she had seen, let alone touched.

"Cindy? Cindy? Is she going to hate me? Should I go in and apologize to her? Oh shit. I can’t believe this," Brad said.

Cindy dropped down to her knees and grabbed Brad’s dripping cock in her hand and looked up at Brad and said, "Let me clean it, so we can put it back in. Then you can… apologize or whatever," she said and leaned forward and licked the end of his cock.

"Cindy! Oh shit," he said as he looked at her and his cock twitched from the touch.

She then slipped his cock head into her mouth and quickly ran her tongue around him and then pulled him right back out and looked up and smiled.

"Oh, Cindy," he just moaned out as his cock started to swell again.

"Oh no. Let’s put this back away," she said as she reached up to his speedo and pulled his waistband out from his body.

She stuffed his semi-hard cock in and then adjusted the waistband. She saw the huge outline of his cock flexing and growing again in his speedo right before her eyes.

"I have to apologize, Cindy. She’s gonna hate me," Brad said, turning and walked quickly to the back door.

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Marsha ran into her bedroom and straight to the master bathroom. Images of Brad’s big cock cumming all over her flashed through her mind. She had never witnessed anything like that before. She went to the sink, looking at her cum-covered swimming suit in the mirror.

"Oh my God," she said out loud as she looked at herself in horrified disbelief.

That can’t be me, she thought as she looked at the reflection in the mirror. That’s not me. I would never have let a young man come all over me, she thought to herself. I would never ask a young man to wear a speedo just so I could see his hard penis.

She felt her pussy pulse and moisten with arousal as she cupped it in her hand. She then realized her hand had cum all over it. His cum. A seventeen-year-old’s cum. She quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy and held it in front of her face.

"Oh my God," she said in just above a whisper, staring at the spunk on her hand. "Oooh," she moaned out as she again saw Brad’s big cock spurting out all over her as her pussy got wetter. The muscles in her pussy squeezed together as she unconsciously stuck her tongue out and flicked it over her palm, collecting some cum on it.

She pulled her tongue in and swirled it around her mouth as if savoring a fine wine. The taste of his cum in her mouth felt like eating a chocolate bar after dieting for years. It had been so long since she smelled and tasted it.

"Oooh, mmmm," she moaned out loud with her eyes closed, Brad’s hard cock in her mind.

She reviewed what she saw. At first, she was just surprised at seeing his big cock in that transparent speedo. Then amazed as it grew bigger and harder right in front of her. Her pussy contracted when it flexed and popped out. Cindy shocked her when she pulled his speedo down and stroked it. Then she was shocked as she saw it start to spew out his cum. At first, she was disgusted as it hit her body, but now… now, she was excited. She was sexually exhilarated like she had never been before.

"Mrs. Johnston? Mrs. Johnston? I’m so sorry. I didn’t… Oh God," Brad said as he walked through the open door of the bathroom.

Broken from her newfound sexual arousal, Marsha jumped and opened her eyes, startled from the sound of Brad’s voice.

"Ahhh!" she shrieked and turned to see the Adonis before her.

Brad was shocked, embarrassed and scared all at the same time as he once again looked at Marsha covered with cum. His cum. Cum that he spurted out from his cock right over her just a minute ago.

"Oh God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… Mrs. Johnston. I’m so sorry, so sorry!" he said, now almost in tears.

She looked at him, a little startled that he was here in her bathroom with her. She felt bad for him as she gazed over his young bare chest. HIs muscles weren’t big but were clearly defined. Her gaze looked down his young body and there it was again.

She gasped as she saw it again. That huge cock, barely contained in that little transparent speedo. She could clearly see its length and girth as the material stretched around it. She could even see the veins that ran the length of his shaft, the head much larger than the shaft, the corona clearly defined at the bottom of the bulbous head.

"I’m so sorry. Can I help clean you up?" he said as he looked at her.

He couldn’t help it as he stared at her cum-covered body. She was staring at his cock and it started to get hard again under her gaze.

"Oh my, oh my. Oh my God," she gasped as she watched it flex and start to grow even bigger right in front of her yet again.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry," he said as he stepped closer to her as his cock continued to grow larger and harder.

She couldn’t pull her eyes away as it flexed again and suddenly, the head popped right out above the waistband again.

She gasped and drew in a long breath at the sight of it. It flexed again and more of his cock revealed itself above the waistband.

"Oh shit. I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnston. I’m so sorry," he said embarrassed that he continued to get hard with his cock poking out on its own.

He quickly put his hand in front of himself trying to hide it from her view.

Desire took over her body. She wanted to see it again. She wanted to see it in all of its glory. She felt her juices flooding her pussy as her muscles squeezed inside of her.

She reached out and said, "Let me see, Brad. Please, let me see it again," she said in a labored breath as she pulled his hand away by his wrist.

She took in a deep breath as she watched it flex again and become fully hard. It stuck out the top of his speedo at an angle, the waistband pulling it up against his hip as it flexed again.

"Mrs. Johnston?" he said, horrified as she stared at his cock with her eyes wide open.

She couldn’t believe it. It was like she wasn’t in her own body. It was like she was floating above herself looking down at the scene. Like someone else was in her body and had taken over her actions.

She let go of his wrist and reached out and wrapped her hand around his shaft just under his mushroomed head. She had never felt such a mass of man meat before as her other hand reached for his waistband and pulled it down. She did it just like she had witnessed Cindy do earlier.

She gasped again as she felt the massive cock in her hand flex hard in her grasp just as she revealed the rest of its mass. She ran her hand down the hard shaft now sticking straight out from his body as it flexed again.

"Oooh," Brad moaned out.

She squeezed it in her hand and watched the red head swell even larger than it was. It flexed again as she ran her hand back up and pre-cum oozed out of the tip.

"Oooh. Oooh, my," she said in a husky voice that Brad had not heard from her as her hand moved up to his crown and over it.

Suddenly, she let go of him. His cock flexed again as she stared right at it as it bounced up and down on its own.

"Oh my God. I’m sorry. Oh my God, Brad. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be… Oooh, what have I done? Oh shit!" she said, coming to her senses. "Oh shit! Brad, I’m so sorry. So sorry. Please, please leave. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Please go!" she yelled out and turned her back to him. She hung her head down and started to cry in her mixed emotions.

Brad was so confused now as his hard cock continued to bounce around in front of him as he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He tried to stuff his hard cock back into his little speedo in vain.

Oh God, I can’t believe this. Why was she crying? His mind was a wreck.

These things were the most exciting things that ever happened to him, but he made a mess all over Marsha. His cock flexed again at the thought and then again as he remembered her holding him and pulling his speedo down to see him.

"Why did she cry? Why did she touch me and then cry? Oh God," he said to himself, confused as he quickly went to the main bathroom.

When he got in the bathroom, he saw his cock sticking out from his speedo hard and flexing. He wanted to jack off, but at the same time wanted to hide his cock so no one would ever see it again. He wrapped his hand around himself and squeezed it. He closed his eyes in confusion.

After another moment, he opened his eyes again and let go of himself. He wished he could just leave, but that wasn’t an option. He didn’t even have his own room to go to for privacy.

Does she hate me? Is she ever going to talk me? What am I going to say to her? he wondered as he pulled his speedo down his legs.

After pulling his legs out, he stood there naked. He looked at himself in the mirror, his cock still hard in front of him. He looked at the speedo in his hand.

"FUCK!" he said angrily and threw the speedo in the trashcan.

He looked around the bathroom, realizing that he had nothing else to put on. He went to the sliding door to Cindy's room. He opened partially and peered in, but no one was there. He walked in, his hard cock leading the way.

He quickly ran to the dresser with his clothes and pulled the shorts out that he was wearing when he got here. He quickly put them on and then went back into the bathroom. He went to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. He dried his face off with the hand towel. He took a couple of deep breaths as he stared at himself in the mirror.

What should I do? Where should I go? Should I try to apologize to Mrs. Johnston again? No, she told me to leave. She told me to go away, Brad had a conversation with himself.

He heard water running through the pipes. She must be taking a shower, he thought to himself.

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Marsha stood there crying for a few moments, so confused. She went back through the events that had taken place today.

She remembered when she first hugged Brad. When she first felt his erection, which surprised her as she didn’t realize what it was at first. Then when she realized he was excited from hugging her, she felt excitement. She couldn’t believe that she was having that kind of an effect on a young man like that.

She was flattered and it made her smile. As they talked and her stepdaughter hugged him, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had another erection flexing against her. She also couldn’t help it as she realized just how good it felt. She hadn’t felt a hard penis in so long. It was exciting her.

She wanted to feel it again and she hugged him again at her first opportunity. It was only a few minutes later. She relished the feeling when they hugged again and he was excited again. He had another erection and it was flexing between them. She couldn’t believe how good it felt against her body.

She tried to put it out of her mind, but she couldn’t. It woke up things in her. She just couldn’t stop thinking about it. She even mentioned it to her stepdaughter as they drove home after the wake. She asked if he had an erection when he hugged her, which she confirmed.

Her mind was racing as she recalled when she saw his cock after drying off. She couldn't believe how big it was. She couldn't believe how hard it was. A small moan escaped her lips as she remembered watching his penis flex and poke out of his speedo. Her hand found its way back down to her cum-covered pussy as it pulsed in its aroused state.

"Aaahhh," she moaned out as she rubbed her hand over her aroused pussy as she watched Cindy hold his hard penis in her mind.

A sloshy squishy sound echoed in the walls of the bathroom as she squeezed herself more aggressively and recalled Cindy holding Brad’s erect penis in her hand and revealing the whole thing, pulling his speedo down.

"Oh, oooh, oooh," she moaned out louder as she ran two fingers under her suit and between the lips of her pussy. "Oooh," she moaned out even louder as she replayed Brad shooting his cum out of his hard cock all over her.

Her knees went weak as the first orgasm that she’d had in many years overtook her body. The feeling of his young hard cock in her hand moments ago felt so real as her juices flooded her pussy. Her whole body shook as she fell down to her knees, looking down at his cock in her hand in her mind.

It took several minutes for her to come back to her senses, recovering from her powerful orgasm. Her eyes opened again as she sat on her ankles, one hand clutching the sink counter. Her other hand, covered with Brad’s cum and still clutching her pussy. Her mind, in turmoil as she realized that she had just made herself cum while imagining a seventeen-year-old boy.

Oh, God, she thought to herself as images of Brad’s cock, spurting out and looking at it pulsing in her hand continued to flash in her mind as little aftershocks made her pussy convulse again.

She pulled her hand from her pussy and looked at it in front of her face, his cum now watery and running down her palm. She didn’t know why or even realize she was doing it as she slowly brought her hand closer to her face.

Her tongue snaked out from between her lips and started to lick the cum from her palm. Tentatively at first, then big, long licks and savoring the salty taste in her mouth. Before she knew it, she was sucking two fingers in her mouth like a child sucking on a popsicle on a hot day.

She pulled the fingers from her mouth, shocked at what she was doing. My God, what am I doing? What has come over me? she thought to herself.

She quickly got up and closed the bathroom door. She took off her cum-covered bathing suit off and threw it in the shower tub and turned the water on. She got on her knees naked and started rinsing out her suit.

She squeezed her suit out into the tub and stood back up. She turned and pushed the towel over on the towel rack and hung her suit beside it. As she turned she caught her reflection in the big mirror.

She looked at herself standing naked in front of the mirror. She looked at herself as if it was the first time that she had seen herself naked. She turned slightly to her side, staring at her naked profile. Her breasts sagged slightly but were still ample and slightly pert. She brought her hands up just underneath them. She cupped them, holding them up as she turned to face the mirror again.

"Not bad for a forty-five-year-old lady," she said almost whispering.

Her nipples were still a little erect and she ran her thumbs up over them. She let out a small whimper from the friction.

"Oooh," she moaned out as she squeezed her breasts fully in her hands as she again thought of the feel of Brad’s erect penis against her when she first hugged him. "Oooh, Brad. Does this old lady’s body excite you? Does this old lady’s body get you hard?" she continued to moan out remembering how his hard cock flexed between them.

Then she suddenly remembered the first time she felt Frank’s erect penis. They were slow dancing at their second date when they were both in college.

"Oh God, Frank," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Realizing she just buried Frank today, she quickly pulled her hands away from her breasts and looked at herself in the mirror again. She loved Frank. She had never cheated on him. They were very much in love. They had a great marriage. Their sex life was good too, except the last two-plus years after he developed E.D..

"Oh God, Frank. I’m so sorry," she said, feeling guilty getting so excited from Brad.

She hung her head down as she started to cry, covering her face with both of her hands. She pulled herself back together after a couple of minutes and got in the shower.

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Brad was still quite confused, yet still excited. He had dated a few different girls, but none had done this. He’d made out with them. Some of them had touched him in the car. But nothing like this. It was always dark and they'd only reached down inside his jeans and underwear. He’d still not even seen a pussy. Only one of the girls let him go any further than to feel their tits under their tops.

He didn’t really know what to do as he walked out of the bathroom in his shorts. He went back outside. It was still light outside, but fading quickly. He saw Cindy was sitting at the table and eating the snacks that Marsha had made.

"Hey, Brad. Everything alright?" Cindy said as she turned and looked over when she heard the back door open.

"Um, yeah. I guess so," he said sheepishly.

He didn’t really know whether everything was really alright or not. He didn’t know anything right now other than confusion at what had happened.

"Awww, you took off the speedo," she said and giggled as Brad was about halfway to her.

Brad started to blush at her comment, at images of her holding his boner in her hand and exposing him. He couldn’t help it as he felt his dick start to tingle at the thought as he walked up to Cindy.

"Did you get to talk to mom?" she asked him as he sat down in the chair beside her.

‘Ummm, yeah," he said as his cock started to swell as he thought of her holding his boner, like Cindy did earlier.

"Everything alright, then?" she asked.

"I… I don’t know," he said.

"What do you mean? What happened? Did you apologize or what?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, but…" he tried to answer as his cock got fully hard again.

"Did you cum on her again?" she asked and started laughing.

Brad turned bright red in embarrassment. "No, but I almost did. Oh God, Cindy!" he said.

"That was awesome. I can’t believe you came like that. I’ve never seen a guy cum that hard, Brad. Wow," she said sincerely.

"Oh God, Cindy. Stop it. I don’t want to talk about it. That was embarrassing," Brad said turning even more red and unable to look at her.

"Why? It looks like it’s turning you on," she said giggling and then reached over and grabbed his cock, sticking up from his lap in his shorts.

"Cindy!" he said as his cock flexed in her grip.

"Sorry," she said and let go of him. "I don’t understand why you’re embarrassed. That’s the biggest nicest cock I’ve ever seen. I’m sure it’s the same with mom too. You should be proud of it, not embarrassed," she said.

"Oh God!" Brad said and then covered his hardness with his hand.

"What? Seriously, why are you so embarrassed? All guys have cocks and yours is the nicest I’ve ever seen. It’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of. Trust me, Brad," she said.

"It’s just that… I’ve… Well, I mean…. I’ve never…" Brad tried to reply to her, but couldn’t get the words out.

"Brad? Don’t tell me you’re still a… virgin? Oh my God, you are. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?" she said looking right into his eyes.

Brad squeezed his cock hard at her words. He couldn’t look at her as he turned red. His cock ached as it flexed more.

Cindy leaned closer to him and said, "We can fix that, Brad. Later tonight, after mom goes to sleep. Do you want that? Do you want to fuck me, Brad? God, I’d love for you to fuck me. I’d love to feel that big cock of yours in my pussy. Do you want that, Brad? Do you want to fuck me with our big hard cock?"

"Oh, God. Oh my God, Cindy. Seriously? Oh shit!" he said as his cock oozed out some pre-cum as it flexed hard in his swimming suit.

"So it’s a date?" Cindy asked.

Brad just shook his head up and down. He couldn’t speak.