Well let me start off by introducing myself.
My name is Joel, I’m almost seventeen and I live in a nice house in the suburbs with my sister who’s almost exactly a year older than me, and my single mom who’s 38 (but looks a lot younger, as she herself is quick to point out). In fact, when the three of us are out places, people just assume we’re all siblings. It doesn’t bother me at all.
My mom always had my friends eyeing her with admiration, for more than a few have referred to her as a MILF, either thinking that I was out of earshot or just not caring if I overheard them or not. Heck, that never bothered me either.
So my mom’s a hottie.
I’m really okay with that.
I do feel bad for her that she can’t keep a steady boyfriend because all she seems to attract are total assholes. I certainly wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend myself, but that’s life for you. Anyway, did I mention we had a pool?
My adventure began on a particularly warm day in late spring. My sister was over at her boyfriend’s house and my mom wouldn’t be home from work for a few more hours, so I decided it would be a great opportunity to work on my suntan.
It was almost summer, and the weather was getting hot, and since I didn’t have the money to waste on a tanning salon and we had a great pool, I figured I was safe to do a little bit of nude sunbathing without disturbing anyone.
I was sure that once I got too hot, I could cool off with a quick dip in the pool.
I set my towel on a pool chair nearby so I could grab it quickly in case somebody came home early and then I carefully laid down on my back on the chaise lounge.
The sun felt great, and a light breeze made my balls tingle a little bit, which was nice.
After a few minutes, I got tired of squinting up at the sun, so I decided to roll over on my stomach.
Ahhhh, now that felt better.
Now I could tan my pale white ass—as if that really mattered right now since I didn’t have a girlfriend to try to impress by having an awesome tan with no tan lines.
I mostly figured that if I had to shower at the gym or the country club, I wouldn’t want to have my stark whiteness be my biggest concern for grief.
It was feeling good lying there—a little too good.
While fantasizing about impressing some girls at my school, I must have fallen asleep.
It was warm, but with a very comfortable breeze to keep me from getting too hot, I suppose it was just the right condition for before I knew it, I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew, I felt something cold squirt on my back and that woke me up. All at once I realized that:
1) I was hot—really hot.
2) Somebody was rubbing something onto my back.
3) I was naked.
I jumped with surprise.
“Whoa…it’s just me,” said a familiar voice. It was my mom. I was so embarrassed.
“I…I…,” I stammered, trying to either come up with an excuse or apologize for my nudity.
“You…you…didn’t put on any sunscreen, and you’re getting burnt,” she calmly replied, still rubbing lotion into my back.
I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. My towel was behind her on the chair she was sitting on, and well, I had a raging instant hard-on pressed down against the lounge chair.
I was somewhere between titillated and terrified. I wasn’t quite sure what to say other than, “I’m sorry mom.”
“Sorry for what?” She sounded amused. “You should apologize to your own ass for not putting any sunscreen on it.”
And with that, she squeezed a big squirt of cold sunscreen right on my left cheek. Since I wasn’t expecting that, and was about to say something in response, I gasped.
…continued in part 2…