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It wasn't just hot for October, it was hot, period.
My first semester at the community college had been going well. I'd got in
the habit of hitting the library to study between classes; sometimes I'd
just hang out in the cafe with a few friends. This morning, though, I was
uncomfortable. The week before had been normal October cool and I guess
some genius in maintenance had decided to shut down the air conditioning
system. I nearly fell asleep twice in Economics. My sweaty white blouse
was giving everyone a pretty good view of my pink bra. Fortunately I had a
two-hour break between Economics and American History. I'd never make it
through Mr. Broughton's droning lecture if I didn't do something to wake
myself. A quick dip in the pool seemed like the perfect thing.
I knew my mother hadn't had our pool shut down yet. She was at work by
now. I figured I had just enough time to grab the bus home, grab a quick
dip, a change of clothes and get my sweaty little butt back to campus for
some titillating words on the Treaty of Paris. Looking back, I was wrong
on several counts.
The bus stopped several blocks from our house. With the heat and humidity,
it felt like I'd walked several miles before I got to our driveway. When I
saw the pool guy's van parked out front and my mother's car in the
driveway I cursed. Of all the days to shut down the pool for the winter! I
calmed down a bit when I realized she'd probably made this appointment
weeks ago. She'd been pretty busy the past few years trying to raise my
brother and me and work her real estate job. My dad, I guess, still
managed to send her some money but it hadn't been easy for her since he
moved out. She was still kind of pretty, her redhair was natural and she
kept herself in good shape. I'd inherited her red hair and sleek frame but
I was starting to give up hope of ever matching her marvelous 36 Cs.
So, OK, a quick dip was probably out. I decided to settle for a cold
shower and a change of clothes. Sometimes you have to settle. Sometimes
you get unsettled. I didn't realize how unsettled I was about to get.
I let myself into the house and headed for my bedroom without a word. I
figured Mom was probably in the back with the pool guy. My bedroom window
faced out back to the pool. I quickly peeked through the curtains and
froze.
I'd expected to see my Mom in back with the pool guy. What I didn't expect
was to see them naked. Antonio was just a few years older than I was. His
dark Latin body rippled with muscles as he stood behind my nude mother and
nuzzled her neck. She was wiggling her naked butt against his crotch. Her
large, firm breasts were shaking a bit with her motion. It looked like her
pink nipples were standing tall. Though her legs were together, a patch of
red pubic hair was peeking out below her belly button. I backed off from
the window a bit.
At this time of day, I knew that my window would be reflecting the sunlit
pool. I was invisible as long as I wasn't pressed right against the glass.
Personally, I don't think either one of them were all that interested in
my window. Antonio's hands were now cupping my mother's breasts, her body
was arching forward and I could now see the red bush fringing her cunt.
Watching Antonio's butt muscles clenching as he arched forward against the
pale skin of my Mom's round butt I realized he had a full body tan. You
could see the tan lines from Mom's bikini but he didn't seem to have any.
I began to wonder whether his cock was tanned. Though I still couldn't see
it, I imagined it was probably hard. I began to feel a familiar warmth
between my legs.
When she turned round to kiss the muscular Latino I got my first look at
Antonio's dick. I was right on both counts. His tanned erection stood
tall, proud and a bit bigger than I thought he'd be. My hand drifted down
to my jeans and began idly stroking my crotch as I watched the lovers run
their hands across each other's naked bodies. Mom slid down Antonio's body
and was eye to eye with his big, brown erection. Her lips wrapped around
his rod and I unbuttoned my jeans. While she sucked on his cock she
grabbed his tight butt and dug her fingers into the strong muscles. I
unzipped my jeans and slid a hand into my panties. Antonio's body was
rocking, as the sucking became more intense. After a few minutes of this,
he pulled Mom back up and kissed her deeply. Their crotches were grinding
together as they kissed. I dug deeper into my panties, running a finger
along my wet slit.
They were whispering something together and then Mom put her hands on the
tall wooden fence surrounding our back yard. She bent forward, her long
redhair covering her face and spread her legs. Antonio reached between her
legs and stroked her pussy a few moments. His hard cock was pressed
against the crack of her ass. He then took his dick in his hand and guided
it into her waiting, red-fringed pussy. My jeans and panties slid to the
floor. I slid my fingers into my wet pussy at just about the same angle
Antonio had entered Mom. The three of us began to fuck.
The hard brown cock slid slowly in and out of the wet pussy, the
pale-fleshed butt rocked against the gentle thrusts. My fingers matched
the pace, plunging deeper when Antonio thrust deep, sliding slowly,
deliciously out of my pussy when he withdrew and then plunging deep again.
Their pace and my pace quickened. My brain was swirling, the cum was
building deep inside me. I imagined I was being fucked by Antonio, I
imagined fucking Antonio, and I even had flashes of being Antonio fucking
Mom. It all swirled together in my rush toward climax. Mom's hair was
sweeping the deck, her fabulous ass high in the air as Antonio's hips were
thrusting against her again and again, faster and faster until I felt my
knees begin to shake and a powerful orgasm rocked my entire body causing
me to fall onto my bed gasping for air. For a few moments, I laid there,
my jeans and panties around my ankles, totally spent.
When I got up to look out the window again, Antonio's tanned body was
lying on top of Mom's more pale form. He was lightly kissing her neck.
As I headed for the shower I wondered whether Mom's orgasm had been as
potent as mine had been. I hoped so. She worked hard. She deserved some
tension relief. If a quick dip with Antonio did the job, that was fine
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