This story is true, mostly. The people in it are not.
"Mom knows that we know."
Heather and I were sunning in her backyard, me in my Speedo, Heather in just her bikini bottoms. It was the summer after our freshman year at college. In the end, Heather chose a college in Colorado rather than the one I went to, but we were still friends.
In a way, I wasn't surprised. Last summer, Heather had told me her mom knew about us, even if her mom never said anything. Heather and I had decided to see if we could create situations where we knew her mother was watching, without letting her mom know.
Starting to sound kind of complicated, and we never did really get very good at it. The other part of our plan was for me to be friendly to her mom, and see what happened. Total success with that part of the plan, as far as I was concerned. Heather's mom and I had enjoyed ourselves in and around the pool for most of the summer, supposedly without Heather's knowing. Of course, Heather did know, and she watched us whenever she could.
But I had wondered about her mother's smiles. I suspected maybe Heather's mom did know what was going on. Looks like I was right.
"What makes you think that?"
"Remember that time last summer, when you were on the grass by the pool and Mom was riding you?"
Oh boy, did I remember that. Hot sun, sweaty nude woman above me, impaled all the way on my cock, riding nicely up and down, her breasts bouncing and swaying, except when I captured them and palmed them and hefted them. And sucked on one nipple, then the other. Of course I remembered.
I had to adjust my Speedo, remembering. Giggle from Heather, watching.
"I sure do."
"Well, I was at the upstairs window, and I must have moved the curtain too fast, or something. Anyway, I saw Mom look up. I ducked, but I don't think I was fast enough."
"She didn't say anything?"
"Not exactly. But that evening, she gave me a special smile and a hug. Just looked at me, smiling. I wanted to ask her what was up, but couldn't quite do it."
"What about this summer?"
"I'm pretty sure Mom hopes you're still interested."
I ran my hand down Heather's back and cupped her bottom.
"You bet I am. What about you?"
"I am, too."
A pause. Looked like Heather had more to say. She looked at me quickly, then away.
"I, um, think maybe I'd like to be there. Watch you and Mom up close."
"Yeah. I don't want to do anything with Mom, but I like watching."
"What about having your mom there while you and I are doing stuff?"
"I think I'd like that, also."
"What about having your dad there?"
"Not sure I want him watching us, but maybe us, or just me, watching him and Mom might be OK. Don't know if he would want you there, but I bet Mom would."
"Did you ever see them with anyone else?"
"Not yet, but I heard them talking a couple of times. They're pretty close with the Fishmans."
It was a week later. Heather and I had walked over to the coffee shop on G Street after a movie.
"I saw them with the Fishmans."
"You're kidding! I thought they always went somewhere else?"
"Not that night. I don't think they realized I was around. It was the other night when I didn't feel well, and you brought me home early."
"Why didn't they see you come in?"
I'm not sure, but I think Heather blushed.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I snuck in."
Heather looked at me kind of sideways. She really was blushing.
"I knew the Fishmans were coming over, and I wondered what was going on."
I reached over and took Heather's hands in mine.
"Heather, kiddo, it's OK."
"I know. I'm just being a little stupid about this."
"So, what did you see?"
"Not what I expected. They weren't screwing each other. I mean, they weren't switching. They were kind of going at each other side-by-side, Mom and Dad together, right next to Mr. and Mrs. Fishman."
"Yeah. When I first got there, they were all fooling around in the pool. They weren't wearing swimsuits, and I figured this was going to be good. It was, just not what I thought would happen."
She kept going.
"Then they got out and stretched out on towels. It was still really hot that night, so nobody needed to cover up. There was a lot of kissing and hugging. I even saw Dad kiss Mrs. Fishman, and Mr. Fishman kiss Mom. I think there might have been a little stroking, too, but that's as far as it went."
"So, they just dove into it?"
"Pretty much. I could see that Dad and Mr. Fishman were hard. Mom got on top of Dad and went to town. Mr. Fishman just kind of slid into Mrs. Fishman, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and started right up. Mrs. Fishman was pressing her breasts, pulling at her nipples, and stuff. Mom kept leaning down so Dad could hold her breasts and kiss her."
Now I was having to adjust myself again under the table.
"It didn't take them all that long, either. I think they were really turned on. Mom came down solidly on Dad, he pushed up a little, then held her hips while I guess he came inside her. Just after that, Mr. Fishman pulled out and spurted all over Mrs. Fishman's tummy and pussy. Then he fell down on her and she hugged him hard."
Heather was smiling as she told me this, but I think she was a little excited, too. Thought I could see her nipples showing a little more.
"So, what's our plan?"
"Let's see what happens if Mom is out sunning with us some afternoon."
Our chance came pretty quick, in fact. Later that week, Heather and I were outside by the pool again, me sitting on her butt putting sun lotion on her. She had her bikini top untied. I was paying careful attention to her flanks, and just about to run my hands underneath to make sure I covered her breasts.
"Mind if I join you?"
Heather's mom standing there, towel in hand.
"Sure, Mrs. Somers."
My cock, already half-hard from sitting on Heather, got a little harder.
Heather opened her eyes and smiled.
Heather's mom stretched out on her tummy beside Heather, reached back, and untied the top of her bikini. Then she raised up a little and pulled the top out and to the side. The nice side view of her breasts had me totally hard.
"My turn, next."
"You bet, Mrs. Somers."
I decided I'd better skip the breast rub I had planned for Heather, but I did go up and down her back again, and I moved down a little to get the top of her rear end.
More goop, then over to Heather's mom. Working her shoulders, then down her back, all over. A little on the top part of her cheeks, too. Then back up to her shoulders, pressing, stroking. Even over to her front a little.
Little murmurs. Guess it was OK.
Back down her flanks, lingering a little, right at the sides of her breasts.
"Heather, OK with you?"
Her mom had raised herself on her elbows again.
"I want him to get everything."
Another smile from Heather.
I was rigid by now. I'm sure Heather's mom could feel me pressing into the crease of her bottom. I had to stop myself from rubbing her with my cock.
I reached forward and slid my hands underneath to cup and rub her breasts. Nipples hard. Grabbed some more lotion, rubbed it into my palms, and back to palm them and massage them, all around. What sounded like contented sounds from Heather's mom.
I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my cock a little along her bottom. Buns clenched once or twice. I guessed she was OK with that.
Back to her shoulders, all the way down her back again. I moved myself onto her thighs, pulled down her bikini bottoms, put more lotion on my hands, and began massaging her cheeks. More contented sounds. Started to dip down and around, heading for her mound. Heather's mom pushed up when she felt my hand underneath her.
Looked over to Heather again.