It wasn’t just hot for September, 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 late-September 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. Dresden’s droning lecture if I didn’t do
something to
wake myself.



A nice swim in the pool seemed like the best 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 fast swim, a
change
of clothes and get my sweaty little butt back to campus for some
titillating
exposure to history. 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 blonde hair was natural and she kept herself in good shape.
I’d
inherited her blonde hair and sleek frame but I was starting to give up
hope of
ever matching her marvelous 36 Cs.



So, OK, a swim 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. Pablo 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 blonde 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.
Pablo’s
hands were now cupping my mother’s breasts, her body was arching forward
and I
could now see the blonde bush fringing her cunt. Watching Pablo’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
Pablo’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 Pablo’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. Pablo’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
blonde hair
covering her face and spread her legs. Pablo 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,
blonde-fringed pussy. My jeans and panties slid to the floor. I slid my
fingers
into my wet pussy at just about the same angle Pablo 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 Pablo 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 Pablo, I imagined fucking Pablo, and I even had flashes of
being Pablo
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 Pablo’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, Pablo’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 little tryst with Pablo did the job, well that was fine with me!    

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