”“I don’t watch porn,” Susan said, “what makes you think l would.”“Everybody watches porn these days Mum.”“We’ll l don’t,” she...replied.“We’ll perhaps you should do,” he laughed.“I didn’t realise you did,” she said.“Mum l’ve been watching it for years,” he said, “it gives me ideas about things to do with the women and it’s great when l just want to masturbate.”Susan could feel her face flushing, she suddenly felt rather uncomfortable but couldn’t resist the need to persue the conversation.“So. Bobby’s groans of joy blended with Mrs. Parker’s as his juices exploded into her. He hung on for dear life as his legs went rubbery. They clung to each other until their legs were once more steady. Then they finished their bath and returned to the bed. In the gently rocking water bed, Mrs. Parker snuggled against the young man, buried her head in his neck, kissed his ear, then licked the spot she’d kissed. Spent by their exertions, they dozed off. Bobby was dreaming, and in his dream, someone. He does not feel the same way about me as I do about him, so Iwould never even think of bringing up the subject with him.One night, as I lay in bed thinking about his beautiful, manly hands and his massive cock , which I had seen before peeking on him in the shower, while I touched myself, I heard the front door open, signaling mom was home. Way to go, thanks for spoiling the moment.The next morning was Saturday, and surprise, mom was not home. I woke up around 8:30 and got up to go get some. Once we got about up to our necks Bethany swam over to me and grabbed on. We were in the trough of a wave and invisible from the shore, when she gave me a salty kiss. I kissed back running my hands up her back to hold her closer.“This is fun,” she laughed as a wave lifted us up.“Yeah, but I’m getting hungry. I wonder what they have to eat back at the house?”“You can eat me,” Bethany suggested with another kiss.“Count on it,” I said as I gazed into her gorgeous blue eyes. “At some point this.