"Do you think they've been doing it?"
"Doing what?" her mother asked.
"Cathy and Bobby. Do you think they're... well, you know... having sex?" she asked blushing.
"What? Look at them mom... she's all over him."
"They're far too young."
"Gina thinks they're doing it. Her sister was in their class this year."
"He's still a virgin," the mother insisted as she watched her son Bobby and his girlfriend Cathy kissing through the kitchen window. "When did you see Gina anyway?"
"She got home from school on Sunday. She says her sister told her that Bobby's the hottest guy in her class. All the girls like him."
"That doesn't mean he's sleeping with anyone. Cathy's a nice young girl."
"She's a cheerleader, a blond."
"So that's why you're mad," Patty's mom said laughing. "Gosh, you're the prettiest girl in town and you're jealous of your little brother's girlfriend," she teased her daughter.
"I'm not... it's just he's having sex and I'm still..."
"There's no hurry sweetie," her mom said as she put her arm around her shoulders, "you'll find Prince Charming one of these days."
"Yeah right, like when I'm a thirty year old 'old maid'."
"Stop complaining, you've got more boys chasing after you than any of your friends."
"I know ma," she sighed. "But I still think those two are screwing."
"They're not! And your vocabulary certainly hasn't improved since you went off to University."
"I'm going to ask Bobby."
"Don't you dare."
"And I don't think Bobby's that little... I mean it was just something Gina said," Patty replied, blushing again.
"What'd she say now?" her mom interrupted.
"Do you think Bobby's big? You know... his penis."
"That's disgusting! Talking about your little brothers penis."
"I know... its gross," she said with a grimace. "Still, Gina's sister told her that Bobby's got a reputation. A beeeeg reputation," Patty added grinning as she held her hands a foot apart.
"In my day girls didn't talk about boys penises."
"Hah! You had me when you were seventeen. You must have known something about them back in the old days," Patty answered with a big grin.
Blushing back, the tall, dark haired thirty-six year old mother answered, "Not enough. I was pregnant before I knew what was happening."
"Yeah, but look, you had me," her daughter smiled in response.
"Luckiest day in my life," her mom laughed, hugging her daughter tighter.
"I love you ma. Gosh, I really don't want to go back to school next fall... I missed you so much this year."
"I missed you too Patty... at least we'll have the summer together. Now come on, let's have lunch; it's time to leave the lovers alone."
"So you don't know if he's big," Patty persisted as they turned away from the window.
"I haven't seen your brother naked since he was about eight," her mother lied. "And it was teensy then," she laughed as she wiggled her little finger. But she knew she'd never forget the image that was burned into her brain. Her son, asleep, naked on top of his sheets, his blood filled cock thrusting angrily upwards.
"I don't think it's that size now," Patty answered laughing.
"His dad... your dad... was big," her mom finally admitted, still thinking of the recent morning when she'd found her son's door open when she went to wake him. His huge erection had mesmerized her for minutes before she'd finally slipped away.
"What? He was? How big? Mum."
"Hi Mrs. Coursey, hi Patty," Bobby's girlfriend said with a big smile when she and Bobby came into the kitchen fifteen minutes later.
"Hi honey," "Hi Cathy," the two women answered.
The three women talked for minutes as Bobby hovered in the background. And he couldn't stop the thought that came to him as he watched his blond girlfriend standing between his mom and sister. It was an idea that had insidiously invaded his conscious mind when he'd first become aware of females as sexual creatures years ago. It was a thought that had never left him completely since. Simply stated it was an acknowledgement that he found both his sister and mother more exciting than any other woman he'd ever seen.
He'd hoped that maybe with Patty away at school, and that with his recent sexual explorations, that his sexual desires, shit, his lust, for his mom and sis would fade. But just watching Cathy next to them, even as he remembered the ecstasy he always felt when buried deep inside of his girlfriend, he knew she simply couldn't compare.
"No date tonight?" Bobby asked his sister when he entered the den and found her curled up under a blanket on the sofa later that night.
"No... I'm just going to watch a movie. You see Cathy off?"
"Yeah... they're gone. Where's mom?"
"She went over to see Millie, said she'd be back by midnight. Are you all packed?"
"Yup. Watcha watching anyway? You mind me joining you?" he asked as flopped down on the sofa next to her.
"Sure, c'mon on," she offered as she lifted the blanket that was covering her.
"Sexy... very sexy!" Bobby said with a whistle when he saw his sister was just wearing a low cut tank top that reached down to just cover her waist.
"Yeah right. Miss Sexy with no boyfriend," she groused as she nestled comfortably against her brother, her full breasts leaking from their thin cover.
"Poor girl," he answered as he tousled her hair, his eyes watching the movement under her shirt.
"You'll miss Cathy a lot, won't you?" Patty asked her brother wistfully. The Coursey's were leaving the next day for their annual four week vacation at the family cottage on the ocean.
"Not so much," he finally answered softly. "Besides, I'll have you and mom all to myself for a month. What man could ask for more," he teased.
"Yeah sure... Bobby, do you two do it?" she asked timidly.
God, had his older sister had just asked him if he was having sex. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, could feel Patty's breast against his arm, could feel her leg curled against his... "Yes," he finally answered, whispering in her ear.
"I knew it," she mumbled almost inaudibly. "God, you're so young."
"I'm eighteen. I'm a man," he insisted as he put his arm around her and hugged her.
"Yeah right. How long have you been..."
"Doing it?" he interrupted. "A while."
"Do you like it?"
"You must know," he answered as he caressed her arm, his eyes furtively sneaking more looks down her top. His cock was rock hard as he caught a glimpse of her nipples, thick, hard, dark stubs so unlike his girlfriends. "So?" he asked when she didn't respond.
"I'm a virgin," she whispered.
"Liar," her stunned brother spat out.
"I am," she insisted.
"But what about all your boyfriends... Johnny, Ricky... Sid? Christ you two went out for months. You're almost twenty."
Seeing her slowly shake her head he added, "We all thought you were the hottest girl in school... everyone..." he sputtered.
"All my buddies. When we were sophomores and you were a senior... they were always asking about you... who you were sleeping with... what you looked like nude... had I ever..."
"Those perverts! What'd you tell them?"
"Bobby!" she insisted when he started grinning.
"I may have exaggerated, made up a bit," her brother finally said chuckling.
"What'd you say?"
"Oh... that you walked around the house in your bra and panties... that I'd seen you in a little skimpy yellow lace bra... that I saw you making out with your boyfriend... that I'd seen your breasts, your nipples... that I saw you naked after a shower... your hair, down below," Bobby answered grinning, ticking off each of his points on his fingers.
"They loved it. You were the most popular girl in the whole school for my friends. They always wanted to hear my latest story. They were always staring at you in the cafeteria or when they saw you in the hall... wondering."
"How'd you know what my underwear was like?" she demanded.
"I checked... from time to time," he admitted blushing, but with a cocky grin.
"You went in my drawer? You touched my underwear?"
"I didn't say that," he answered but she knew he had.
"You didn't show anyone... do anything with them, did you?" And then, after not getting any answer from her brother, added, "You're horrible." But even as she said the words she wondered if he'd ever put a pair of her panties on his penis, rubbed it, put his cum on them. Felt a little shudder between her legs.
"Was it Cathy's first time too? When you did it for the first time?" she finally asked. What?" she added when he didn't answer.
"Cathy wasn't my first," he answered hesitantly.
"WHAT!" Who was?"
"Just someone. You probably don't know her," he said, not wanting his sister to know his first had been one of Patty's best friends.
"So you've slept with two girls?" Seeing his blush deepen, she demanded, "More?"
"Three," he finally admitted.
"I can't say... it's a secret... I promised."
She could see his cock straining against the front of his shorts as he talked. Yearned suddenly to put her hand on it, grab it, milk it, suck it... Jesus... he's my brother, she thought, then begged, "C'mon Bobby, tell me... please."
For seconds he hesitated, then finally admitted, "Cathy's mom... it's why I'm glad we're getting away from them for the summer."
"CATHY'S MOM? Mrs. Brown?... oh my gawd... that's disgusting!" And yet as she said the words she felt a jealousy for this woman who'd seduced her brother. "She's like forty."
"Thirty-eight, she's just a little older than mom."
"And you seduced your girlfriend's mother? What about poor Cathy?"
"It was sorta the other way around," Bobby said blushing.
"That's revolting. Sleeping with her daughter's boyfriend. Does Cathy know?"
Shaking his head he said, "It's been driving me crazy. I'm tired of both of them. I'm afraid Mrs. B's going to tell Cathy. Christ, I got so I was scared to even go over to their house. You won't tell mom will you Patty?"
"No. I should though. You've become a pervert."
"They're not even that good looking."
"Cathy's nice, cute... but yuck, not her mother."
"You're much better looking than Cathy. Whenever I see her with you, like today in the kitchen, I wonder what I'm doing with her."
"I'm not. Besides I'm your sister."
"You and mom. You're so beautiful. Your hair. Your legs. Your smiles. Your breasts," Bobby said admiringly.
"What about my breasts?" she asked. "You've never seen my breasts... Bobby!" she screeched as her brother put his hand on her top and pulled it away from her body.
"Your nipples are much nicer than Cathy's... or her mother's," Bobby said grinning as he let her top snap back. "Your breasts too."
"You're sick," she accused as she shuffled back from her brother on the couch. "Why are they nicer anyway?"
"They just are," her brother answered, his eyes intently watching the thin, white panties now exposed to his eyes as her tank top rose up her thighs. "You're beautiful."
"I'm not," she protested, then saw where he was staring. Blushing, she stammered, "I'm going to bed... goodnight."
"Night sis... do I get a kiss goodnight?" he asked as she started to stand.
When she bent to kiss her brothers cheek she saw his eyes drift to her now fully exposed breasts, then realized she didn't care, in fact she wanted him to look... wanted him to desire her. She quickly kissed his lips instead of his cheek, then looked down and saw his shaft clearly outlined.
"I'm glad you're home Patty," her brother said to her back as she hurried confused from the room.
She dreamt of her little brother's prick all night. His big prick, and she was now sure it was big, penetrating her. Tossed and turned as images of her deflowerment raced through her mind. What does it look like she wondered? What would Bobby's cock feel like when it was inside her?
Bobby stayed in the den after his sister had fled, simply sat and fondled his thick cock as he thought of what had just happened. "God, I saw her tits," he mumbled out loud as he moved his hand up and down his shaft. Could Patty really be a virgin? She must have seen his penis tenting his shorts... she really didn't seem that angry when he looked down her top.
I'll be her first, he finally realized just as he felt the first tightening in his balls. I'll have all summer to seduce her, seduce mom too he suddenly thought as the fist string of sticky cum blasted outward from his bucking cock.
It was a two hundred mile drive to get to the five acres of land that sat isolated on a remote barrier island and faced the Atlantic Ocean. It was a drive the three of them had made together for the last eighteen years.
It was ten miles from the nearest town and only accessible by an old wood bridge that spanned a wide creek that separated their spit of land from the rest of the sandy island. It had been in the mothers family for two hundred years but the only building still standing, after a fire had destroyed the main house twenty-five years earlier, was a small sleeping cabin that had escaped the conflagration.
They spent every summer there. The mother of course had spent her childhood summers there with her parents. With cousins and aunts and uncles all crowded into the big house. Now the land was hers, and since the fire she had returned each summer with her children. Just the three of them.
They had electricity on the island and after the fire she had converted the three hundred square foot sleeping cabin into a small cottage, one with a small washroom, an open, tiny kitchen, a small sitting area and a bed the women now shared.
Bobby had finally been exiled to a tent he had set up thirty feet from the cabin when he as fourteen, giving the two women their privacy and he his freedom.
The front of the cabin faced the breaking waves of the ocean across a swath of white sand. A small covered porch ran around the front and south side of the cabin, a place the three often congregated in the early evening as they b-b-q-ed their dinner.
They'd always been happy there. It was their true home. They swam and fished, read side by side, played board games and cards at night, sang old songs and even danced, talked easily. The three had formed a bond in their summer isolation that was perhaps the essence of their lives. They'd always been comfortable together and, though popular and with many friends when at home in the city, the quiet comfort they found in each others company reflected their true nature.
There had always been a physical casualness between them. And although they wore bathing suits during the day, shorts and summer tops at night, there had never been any embarrassment about their bodies. When young the children had often swum and played naked on the warm sand, and all three had seen each other naked under the outdoor shower that sat attached to the north east corner of the building.
It had only been in the last few years, as the children had matured sexually, that the easy near nudity and casual physical contact they'd always shared, had been slowly lost.
They arrived late on that Saturday afternoon but within minutes were comfortably ensconced, their lifetime familiarity with the place making the transition from city person to seaside resident easy. And they all felt the happiness that seemed to envelope them the second they got out of the car and smelled the ocean all around them.
"Will you spot me?" her brother asked her after breakfast their first morning at the beach.
"I want to swim... then Mom and I are going to town to shop," Patty answered impatiently, her body, clad in just a skimpy yellow bikini, almost irresistable to her horny brother.
"We're not going for a couple of hours honey," mom interjected. "Help your brother."
"I'm in my bathing suit."
"Pleeeease Patty," her brother mock begged, sinking to his knees in front of her.
"Oh, all right."
He led her over to where he had set up his bench and weights on the north side of the sleeping cabin, a site protected from the hot summer sun by the shade provided by the large banyan tree his grandfather had planted fifty years earlier.
"You've got bigger," Patty couldn't help saying admiringly when Bobby had peeled the sweatshirt over his head and stood standing next to her in just a pair of shorts.
"I lifted all winter. I want to get stronger for football season."
"Your chest, your biceps... they're nice... so big," she said as her fingers lightly traced his pecs and then ran over his nipples.
"I'm a man," he boasted, then flexed his arms and chest in the classic weightlifters pose. "Feel my biceps," he ordered.
"It's not fair. I used to be much bigger than you. You were just a shrimp," she said as her fingers tried to circle his bulging muscle.
"Hah! Anyway, you're pretty tall... for a girl... much taller than Cathy," he said as he put a hand on top of her head. "She's only, like five-two, a midget, I prefer someone taller, like you. You're what... five-nine?"
"Yes," she said proudly, her sparkling, dark eyes staring into his.
"And you're pretty big yourself," he laughed as he cupped her breasts, squeezed once and then jumped back.
"Well, you touched my chest," he said, a broad grin on his handsome face.
"Pig," his excited sister replied.
"They're much nicer than Cathy's," he said as he lay back on the bench and looked up at his sister hovering above him.
He was wearing a pair of those thin, school grey, cotton gym shorts that come with an inner mesh that keeps a man's cock and balls from spilling out and down his leg. But as he lay on his back, repeatedly lifting the heavily loaded bar up and down above his chest, her eyes continually strayed to his groin, to his thick penis that was clearly outlined each time he arched his body off the bench to lift the weight.
He touched my breasts! My little brother touched, gosh, squeezed my breasts, she thought as she watched him. Her skin was still burning where his fingers had been, she could feel her nipples straining against the thin cloth. Don't look at it, you're becoming a slut, she continually admonished herself as she imagined putting her hand into his shorts and seizing his manhood.
As he pressed the heavily laden bar up from his chest he looked up at his sister standing above him, her hands ready to catch the bar if he needed any help. Her legs were spread and as he strained to lift the bar his eyes were continually drawn to the small patch of yellow cloth that sat at the juncture of her legs just inches from his eyes.
He could see her little slit outlined under he thin cloth, felt himself getting harder and harder as he watched the three or four rogue, curly, dark black pubic hairs that peeked from under the cloth.
After twenty-five minutes of heavy lifting he finally stopped. "You're sweaty," Patty grimaced even as her finger traced Bobby's six pack stomach.
"C'mon... lets go swimming... I'll carry you," he announced, then lifted her effortlessly in his arms and started running towards the breaking waves.
"Bobbbbby!" she squealed in protest even as she put an arm around her brother's neck and leaned her cheek against his muscular chest.
He threw her out into the surf and then as she surfaced coughing felt him pull her against him. Felt his cock hard against her mound. "Don't!" she ordered as he lifted her and again tossed her into the swirling sea.
She surfaced six feet away from him, laughing now, knowing a breast had slipped from its cover, then watched as her brother's eyes latched on to her dark, hard nipple. She took her time covering her jiggling orb, even stretched her nipple before slipping it under the yellow cloth.
"Much nicer than Cathy's," he finally said.
A powerful thunderstorm blew in off the ocean late their second night at the cottage, one of those summer storms that can deliver a deluge of water in just minutes.
"Poor Bobby," Patty said to her mother as they lay side by side in the one bed in the cabin, a queen size brass bed that dominated the small space. They'd both woken when the thunder had started to roar.
"I'm going to check on him, he may be drowning out there," her mom answered, hopping out of bed just as another peal of thunder crashed overhead.
Her daughter, clad in just a thin t-shirt that barely reached mid thigh, quickly followed her mom out the screen door and joined her on the covered porch. They both peered through the darkness and the pounding rain towards the little clearing where Bobby had set up his tent.
"Oh my god! He'll drown," Patty shrieked when a bolt of lightning lit up the area and the two women saw the pond of water that was forming around the tent.
"BOBBY... BOBBY!" his mother yelled, her breasts moving under the thin cloth of the short nightgown she wore.
"Ma?" they finally heard and when the next flare of lightning hit they saw his head peering through the flap of his tent.
"Come up to the house. You can't stay out there," his mom ordered. Five seconds later they saw him again, momentarily lit up by another flash from the sky, moving towards them, naked, water dripping from his muscular young body.
"Patty, go get Bobby a towel, he's naked," her mom directed, but for seconds her daughter waited, waiting for the next illuminating flare.
"You're soaking," mom almost scolded when Bobby finally reached the haven of the porch's overhang. "You should have come in earlier."
"I thought it was okay... just raining... I was asleep... then I woke up... there was water everywhere... my sleeping bag... my clothes were all soaked," Bobby gasped as he stood dripping in front of the two women.
"Towel Patty," mom ordered as she ran her hand through her son's soaking hair.
"Yes ma," Patty answered as she rushed inside, then was back seconds later with a small bath towel.
"Patty, he needs a beach towel... something to cover himself," her mother complained, but the eyes of both were hungrily locked on the shaft swinging freely between his legs as he dried his hair with the small towel.
Eventually another couple of towels were found and Bobby was escorted into the small cabin, and ended up sitting on the couch, surrounded by the two fussing women.
"I'm okay. I'll just sleep on the couch... you guys can go back to bed," he finally told them.
"No, you'll sleep on the bed... with us. There's lots of room, isn't there Patty?"
"Yes ma," he daughter agreed, her whole body tingling in excitement from what she'd seen.
"Put on some shorts, then come to bed."
"Yes ma. I gotta go pee first though." God, they were both staring at my cock, he thought to himself as he held his streaming hose over the toilet. Felt himself hardening as he thought of their thinly clad bodies that would be lying next to his. They'll have to feel it tonight, he thought.
The two women were lying in bed when Bobby returned from the washroom, and they silently watched when he let the towel fall from his waist and then moved to the clothes closet where he finally located a pair of boxers. They couldn't help but notice how his penis had hardened, and then, as he pulled the shorts up his legs, saw it momentarily caught before Bobby shoved its straining length under the cloth.
"Here, sleep between us," mom directed as she patted the bed between she and her daughter.
"You don't have enough room ma," Bobby said as he snuggled between the two. "I can take the couch."
"Don't be ridiculous. It's three in the morning. Let's just get some sleep," his mom answered even while feeling her son's hardness touch her thighs.
"Do you snore?" Patty asked as she snuggled her breasts against her brother's back.
"Ohhhh, I'm tired," Patty muttered when she finally woke the next morning.
"You're finally awake," mom sang out from across the room.
"What time is it? Who... ," she started to say as felt the body against her. "Bobby?" Then remembered the night before.
Lifting her head so she could see over the muscular chest just inches from her mouth, she saw her mom across the room standing at the stove. "He hogged most of the bed," she complained, but even as she spoke she was aware of something poking against her stomach.
Jesus, she thought, as she looked down between their bodies and saw the long pole sticking out from the fly of Bobby's shorts.
"He takes a lot of space doesn't he? When I woke up I was almost on the floor," her mom answered in a clearly happy tone of voice.
"Well, I guess it wasn't too bad for one night," Patty answered as she watched her hand move of its own will towards the waiting shaft. Don't, she mumbled to herself, then felt the smooth hardness of a man for the first time.
"What honey?" her mom asked.
"Nothing ma," she answered, lost in the feelings coursing through her. She slowly ran her hand up his cock as her insides opened, lightly fondled his balls as her nipples tightened in desire.
She felt him stir but still held him lightly in her palm, then saw his eyes pop open but still was reluctant to release him. Slowly she finally let her fingers open and pulled her hand back, and then in a complaining tone said, "You're finally awake. Now at least I can escape."
"Are you awake Bobby?" his mom shouted across the room. "C'mon you two, get up, breakfast is almost ready."
"I'm trapped," Patty protested, then started to climb over Bobby's body. Half way over him she suddenly felt his hand between her thighs, momentarily cupping her mound through her damp panties.
"What're you cooking ma?" Bobby asked as she hovered for second after second on his hand, then he lifted his head and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. "Morning Patty," he cooed in her ear.
"Let me out," she ordered, then slid her body slowly over his. "Do I have time for a swim mom?" she asked as she headed to the washroom.
"No. And you get going Mr. Lazybones," she directed at her son. "You've got to hang up the tent and organize all your wet stuff once you've eaten."
"Yes mommy," he laughed as he jumped out of bed and hugged his mother.
"Get on with you," she smiled. "And put some pants on... you're not very modest like that," she said as her eyes dipped downward.
"Whoops," he laughed when he looked down and saw his semi-stiff prick sticking out of the fly.
Christ, he mumbled to himself later as he hung the soaked nylon tent on the clothesline, I showed mom my cock. And Patty touched it! How long had she been holding it he wondered as he hung up his wet clothes? She let me touch her mound, feel her slit.
It was a beautiful day, and after their late breakfast and after finishing their chores the two women prepared for a day tanning and reading on the beach.
"Are you going to be late?" Bobby's mom asked him as he grabbed the car keys.
"The game's at one... I probably won't get back til six or so," he answered, eager to go.
"Drive slowly honey," her mom ordered as she gave him a kiss before he fled out the door.
Patty was surprised when her mom unsnapped her bikini top and let it fall to the sand.
"What?" her mom asked when she saw the surprised look.
"Nothing... I forgot, we used to swim topless all the time."
"With Bobby growing up the last few years I thought I better not," she said laughing.
"They're so beautiful mom," Patty said as she undid her top. "Big and round, soft..."
"They're starting to sag," her mom complained as she put her hands under her full breasts and lifted.
"Yeah right mom. I wish mine were like yours," she said in admiration.
"Mine used to be like yours... firm and high... proud..." she said remembering.
"Yours are bigger."
"Just a bit... they got bigger when I had you two," she said as she moved so that the two women's breasts were just touching. "See, your nipples are above mine, your breasts stand up more."
"Yeah, like a quarter of an inch," Patty laughed. "Our nipples look exactly alike though."
"We both have long, fat ones don't we?" her mom asked laughing as she moved her breasts so their nipples touched. "I used to get so embarrassed when I was young and they'd pop out like this."
"Me too," her daughter answered. "Everyone knows when I'm cold... or... ," she laughed.
"Here, put some sunscreen on my back honey," her mom asked as she handed Patty the tube and turned.
Patty slowly oiled her mom's back, then moved around and started on her front. "What's it like mommy, when you're full of milk, when a baby sucks on your teat," she asked as her hand caressingly applied sunscreen to her mother's full breasts.
"It's nice, you'll like it honey," her mom promised as she took the tube from her daughter and squeezed a big drop into her palm.
"Gosh, no ones even kissed my breasts yet; I don't think I'm going to have a baby anytime soon."
"Here's a quick preview," her mom said as she dipped her head to her daughters left tit and then enveloped her taut nipple between her lips.
"MOMMMMY!" Patty squealed as her body arched towards her mothers mouth.
"Now the other one," her mom giggled and then ran her moist tongue over Patty's other engorged nipple. "You have puffy nipples just like mine," her mom said when she finally released her squirming daughter.
"They feel like they're ready to burst... oh god, what'll it feel like with a man?"
"You'll find out honey," her mom laughed. "Now c'mon, lets go for a swim."
Fifteen minutes later the two tall women, both with long, thick black hair, and looking more like sisters than mother and daughter, emerged dripping from the ocean. Before lying on her beach chair Patty bent and pulled the wet panties from her legs.
"He won't be back for hours... we're all alone, they're so clammy," she rushed to explain to her bemused mother.
"I agree," her mom answered as she quickly shucked her bottoms.
"We look alike there too," Patty said as she looked at her mom's full, but trimmed pubic triangle.
"God, I'm glad you're not one of those girls who shave everything."
"I tried it once. I looked like a little girl... I prefer some hair."
"Me too," Bobby's mom answered.
They read silently for twenty minutes, both of them luxuriating in the feel of the suns rays on their bodies, before Patty finally said softly, ""I saw it this morning."
"You saw what?"
"Bobby's thing. It was poking me when I woke up. It was hard and he wasn't even awake," she said with a question in her voice. "Sticking right through his fly."
"Boys... well men... they often have erections in the morning... even when they're sleeping... he woke me up too... it was poking my bum," her mom laughed. "My nightie was almost at my waist, he was right against my bare skin."
"Oh, it's not that bad."
"They're sort of ugly aren't they?... And how does he get it all inside of Cathy anyway? She's so small."
"We don't know he and Cathy are doing it."
"He told me," her daughter told her mom.
"He did?" Seeing her daughter's insistent nod she added, "Well, they usually fit honey, somehow."
"He's big though, isn't he? I mean, what's normal anyway?"
"Well, your brother is definitely full sized Patty, in fact we could probably call him an extra large."
"Is it better... when it's bigger?"
"Yessss," her mom answered, a big grin on her face, remembering what Bobby's father had felt like.
"I touched it... with my hand... it was different that I thought it would be. Hard... but smooth. I know I shouldn't have, but it was just sitting there, I couldn't stop myself," she hastened to explain to her now laughing mom. "Bobby woke when it was in my hand."
"I think I'm getting horny mom."
"Oh Patty," her mom said as she hugged her daughter.
"WHAT'S THIS? Nude day at the Coursey's," the two naked women suddenly heard shouted from behind them.
"BOBBY!" Patty squealed as both women's hands flew to cover their bare thighs.
"What are you doing home?"
"They cancelled the game. The other team couldn't get here, apparently the storm last night washed out a road," the excited teen said as he sat at the foot of his mother's chair. He'd actually been watching them for the last ten minutes from a distance, drinking in their naked beauty.
"Don't look," Patty ordered, trying now to cover her breasts with one hand and her pubic pelt with the other.
"Why not? I sorta like the look," Bobby said leering, "and just think of how much you're going to save not having to buy clothes."
"Bobby," his mom warned, but she couldn't hide the amusement she felt. Nor not feel the excitement.
"You could be Patty's big sister mom... or her twin," he said as his eyes roved over her nudity.
"Yeah sure," his mom responded, but he sensed the pleasure she got from the compliment, and couldn't help but notice that his mom hadn't covered her breasts like Patty had.
"You two are so beautiful... so sexy. Patty and Chrissie, two beautiful twins, naked sirens trying to lure lost sailors to their shores," he teased.
"Hah," Patty interjected, but she did let her hand slip away from her breasts. Both women's nipples were straining outwards towards him.
"Well, Chrissie does have slightly larger breasts," her son finally admitted as his eyes flicked from one to the other.
"Bobby!" his mother warned again, then added, "And you shouldn't call your mother Chrissie."
"I told you you're breasts were bigger, better," Patty complained to her mom.
"No one said mom's breasts were better than yours my dear sister. In fact I must say your breastworks are simply magnificent. Extraordinary in fact. One in a million," he enthused.
"You're crazy," his suddenly beaming sister said.
"And I gotta say, you two have the biggest, longest, most exciting nipples I've ever seen."
"Whose nipples have you seen anyway young man," his mom asked, but her preemptory tone couldn't mask her obvious excitement from her son eyes.
"So, anybody want to go swimming?" Bobby asked as he stood and dropped the shorts he was wearing.
"What are you doing?" his sister asked as the two women stared at the three quarters erect penis just inches away from their eyes...
"I sorta like this idea of a nudist colony," he laughed, posing for seconds in front of his mom and sister, then turned and ran laughing into the white-capped surf.
"He's impossible," Patty said smiling at her mother. "And I still don't know where it all goes. It's huge!"
"Bigger than his father," his beaming mom agreed.
"Does it get you excited too mommy?" her daughter asked innocently when Bobby slowly emerged from the ocean. He was fully erect as he slowly toweled himself off fifteen yards down the beach from where they sat. He could feel their hungry eyes on him.
"Did you ever smoke mom?" Bobby asked after they'd eaten their bar-b-q'ed fish dinner later that night and were sitting in the small cabin, Bobby and his mom on the couch while Patty lay stretched on her stomach on the bed. Their mom, who believed in introducing her children intelligently to alcohol, had uncorked a bottle of white wine with the meal and the three of them were perhaps just slightly high. The radio was playing oldies softly in the background.
"It's a disgusting habit. No, of course not. And if either of you," his mother started to warn.
"I mean a joint... you know... marijuana."
"Bobby!" his sister said angrily.
"I just wanted to know. Chrissies not that old... everyone tries it at least once."
"I didn't," Patty protested.
"Well, maybe once or twice," Patty admitted.
"Have you Bobby," his mom asked, a clear concern evident in her voice. "You're so young," she started to add before Patty interjected.
"He's not too young for you know what."
"Did you mom," Bobby asked again.
"Just because I did something once upon a time doesn't mean you should do it," his mom answered blushing. "Okay, yes, I've tried it."
"Mother!" a scandalized Patty interjected.
"I never really talked to you two about drugs... I probably should have. You guys aren't doing anything bad are you? Ecstasy or that awful Oxy stuff?"
"God no. That's for losers. Once in a while at a party we might smoke up... not often... it's better than getting drunk," Bobby admitted.
"Patty?" her mom asked.
"Once in a while. It's around at school. I did it maybe three or four times this year."
"Me too," their mother said.
"What! This year? You're a mother... you're not supposed to," Patty protested even as her mom and brother broke out in broad smiles. "You two are impossible."
"I've got one... a joint," Bobby blurted, "maybe the three of us could..." he said, his voice trailing away in invitation.
"But mom's here," Patty protested again, a protest that probably produced her mother's next words.
"Yes maybe that's a good idea Bobby. Better than doing it behind my back. You're adults now."
"Bobby isn't," his shocked sister muttered.
All three of them were nervous when Bobby reappeared with a fat joint in his hand.
"Maybe we shouldn't," Patty said as her brother struck a match and inhaled deeply. "Oh god mommie," she protested when her mom took the roach from her son and drew a lungful of smoke deep into her lungs.
Still, she took the proffered smoke when her mother passed it, inhaled, coughed, giggled, pulled another lungful, passed it on.
They were all feeling pretty mellow by the time it was down to a half inch long butt.
"That's a song from my day," Mom said as another oldie came on the radio. "I used to dance to that one with your father when I was fifteen or sixteen," she said as she swayed her body to the music.
"I took you for more a rapper, maybe goth... or dance hall," Patty giggled as she mimicked her mom's slow moves. "Not this."
"Yeah, but at the end of the night, when we wanted to close dance," she said, then stood and took her daughter's hand in hers, "then we played these slow ones. Do you want to dance handsome?" she asked her son, holding out her other hand to him.