Tyler, my sixteen year old neighbor, and I had worked in my barn the entire day. It was an excruciatingly hot day; the cooling ocean breeze had not found us, as we worked installing new support beams at the roof. Watching Tyler’s supple body move the large timbers, eying his powerful muscles strain, on a pulley, or using a chisel to open a mortise for the tenon was very seductive. He was young, hard, and so incredibly sexual.
Day had turned to evening, the labor was finished, and Tyler had gone. Stripping of my wet work clothes I started the water in my tub. Living off grid getting over fifty gallons of hot water for a bath is not an easy chore, but one that is a necessary part of my daily life. I stood and gazed at my body in the mirror. I love my body, not so much for how it looks, being tall and slender, but for what it can do and how it feels when touched. I caressed my breasts, small and hard, with nipples that are large and always aroused. I lowered one hand across my body to my pussy. I was still wet, my juices had soaked the few strands of long red pubic hair, slowly massaged my clit, thinking of Tyler’s body and what I had done to it. I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked in the wetness and for a moment I believed I could still taste, on my lips, the sweet salty cum of my young friend.
As I was about to slip into bliss, the phone rang. It was Tyler’s mom. She asked if she could speak to me. I told her I would be in the tub, but it would be fine.
“The door will be open, just walk in.”
Beth is a lovely woman, a fisherman’s wife, a women used to hard work and disappointment. Her life revolves around her family, her husband, her daughter and Tyler, her baby, who she adores. She is a women, beautiful and sexy, and yet so natural. As her truck drove up the laneway Kizzie, my watchdog, barked and growled as if the Barbarian Hoards were about to sack Rome.
“Zybeath, are you decent?”
A deep and profound question, one that I have often asked myself. Half submersed in my whirlpool, with two of the pulsating jets blissfully caressing my wide open pussy. My fingers gently toying with my erect nipples. A large glass of red wine, emptied for the second time this evening. And thoughts of her young sons cock in my mouth.
“No, but come in anyways.”
There are no interior doors in my house, the ultimate open concept; the bath room has one wall that divides it from the rest of the house. From my tub I can look out the window to the meadow and into my bed.
Beth slowly, somewhat hesitantly, entered the bath room, he jaw dropped; her dark brown eyes darted from the flowers on the window sill, to my naked, partly exposed, body immersed in a sea of bubbles. Beth is not an overtly beautiful, however, standing in front of me, in her light summer dress, sandals and with here brown hair pulled back off her face, she looked like a goddess, so sexual.
“Care to join me?”
She shook her head shyly and sat down in the comfy bathroom lounge. The pale yellow of her summer dress glimmered in the setting sun. She reached for the glass; I had set out for her, and poured a large glass of the wine.
“Zybeath I need to talk to you about Ryan.” I was not sure where this was going, but I noticed she did not have her rifle with her so that was a good sign. She took a deep breath and continued. “He seems to have grown so much over the summer. It’s like he has become a man in just a few months.” I smiled and told her that noticed that as well and that she must be very proud of the way he helps out, on dads fishing boat, not to mention how much he has help me around the farm. “He seems be quite taken with you Zybeath.
But it’s not just that but he has become so much more helpful around the house. Yesterday he even complemented me on his supper.” Beth you are an amazing cook. I smiled at her, she smiled back at me and then it came out. “Last night I heard him masturbating in his bed room. That’s not unusual, he seems to do it several times a day, but last night when he came he called your name.”
I sat up in the tub, exposing my breast to her. “Beth I think that is only normal for a boy to fantasize about the women in his life when he masturbates. I am sure he fantasizes about you as well.”
“Me, oh no that’s impossible I’m his mother.” Her face turned scarlet and her hands quickly went to her stomach. Her eyes searched mine for an answer to an impossible possibility. “Zybeath have you fucked my son?” I leaned back in the tub and started to rub my clit.
