Chapter 21: A Family Affair

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I watched our game that night, another win, what a great season we were having. I didn’t stay long after the game, but of course I did stay long enough to lift the top and shake the puppies for all my teammates to chant their now traditional “Boobs, Boobs, Boobs, Boobs”

I still enjoyed this, and it really made me feel like a part of the team. I couldn’t help the team on the court, but I could be a good teammate in the locker room. The good thing was that my bruised boobs had healed, and my shoulder was feeling much better, I knew I would be ready to return to action soon.

I found Bob after my time in the locker room, and we walked to his house where he and his mom were going to have a nice meal and maybe even some birthday cake for me. I was surprised to see that my mom was at their house when we got there. Mom and Jean were deep into a conversation about living without a man in their lives. Although my mom and Jean had become single for different reasons, they were still connecting in a way that made both feel comfortable.

They were sitting out by the pool; mom had obviously been told ahead of time because she was wearing her nice bikini. And she looked hot, and of course, Jean did too in her bikini.

When Bob and I arrived, we went out and said hello to them, Jean asked Bob if he could get the barbeque started so that we could cook some steaks for dinner. Bob did as his mom had asked, and I took a seat beside mom and Jean.

Jean asked how my injuries were, and if I was getting any closer to getting back to playing volleyball. I told her that the bruising had gone but that my shoulder was still a little bit tender. I told her that I could wear a bra if it were only covering my boobs, but the reason I wasn’t was because of the pressure the strap put on my shoulder. Then I said, it would be the same as a bikini too, I guess.

Then I asked: “Have you and Mike had any communication?” I looked with a concerned look.

Jean answered: “He has been staying in a motel, he goes to work and then back to the motel as far as I know, is he messing around with other women? I don’t know Rachel. He may be, I just don’t know, but honestly, I really don’t think we are going to solve this.”

I looked straight into her eyes and said: “That is so sad Jean, but I guess that is the price you pay for infidelity.” and I thought for a minute and continued: “That is all because of that fucking Mr. Skye, we should find a way to let his wife catch him in the act of fucking someone.”

Jean looked at me, and with a bit of a smile, just answered: “I doubt that would solve anything Rachel, yes, it might fuck up his relationship, but would it really fix mine, I doubt it would make any difference at all.”

I thought about what she said and then answered: “You are probably right Jean, but it was just a thought.”

Then she said: “And besides, I’m the one that kept going back to him for more, and I’m the one that kept opening my legs for him, and I’m the one that loved getting his cock time and time again. It was my fault Rachel, it was all my fault, and now I’m paying for it, how can I blame anyone but myself.”

Bob said that dinner would be ready in about half an hour, so if anyone wanted to take a dip in the pool, now would be a good time. Mom and Jean looked at each other, then they looked at me, and we all decided to take a dip. Mom and Jean had their bikinis on, but of course I didn’t, so I just peeled my sweatshirt off, pulled off my shorts and panties and jumped in naked.

We played around in the pool for several minutes, I eventually moved over to my mom and playfully undid her bikini bra, of course she didn’t mind at all and just laughed as we continued fooling around in the pool. We then decided it would be a good idea to get Jean’s top off as well, she knew what we were thinking and said: “It’s okay, I will gladly take it off.” She did, and we continued having fun in the pool.

Being naked or even just topless, whether it was in the pool, or anywhere else for that matter, was something that I enjoyed. Maybe it was how I was raised, I don’t know, but I have always enjoyed going topless whenever I can. My mom was the same, and now Jean was enjoying the fun as well.

Bob was getting an eyeful as he was preparing dinner and walking along the pool deck, I knew that he loved seeing me naked, and now he was enjoying the sight of my mom’s big boobs as well as his mother’s tits.

I yelled up at him from the pool: “Getting horny Bob, do you like all the boobies you can see?” We all laughed and jumped up and down to give him a bit of a show. Then I asked: “Got a hardon for us Bob? Let’s see.”

Bob was getting used to my openness, and his mom had already had sex with him a couple of times, so he didn’t seem to mind pulling his shorts down and showing us his hard cock. “Here it is, you always make me hard Rachel, and our moms look hot too.”

The three of us gathered close and fooling around, having fun with each other when Bob announced: “Okay girls, dinner is ready.” We all climbed out of the pool, me naked, and Jean and mom were wearing only their bikini bottoms. I am sure that Bob must have been happy to see us in that state. I walked over and put my naked arms around Bob, gave him a nice big hug, I felt his hardness through his shorts, and I whispered in his ear: “It’s still hard Bob, your cock is still hard.” He smiled and planted a nice kiss smack on my lips, I liked it, Bob was starting to grow on me.
After dinner, we were all sitting around the pool, me still naked, mom and Jean still topless, and of course Bob was not wearing a shirt, just his shorts. We began talking about Mike, and if Jean had any updates on how the separation was going.