The water was cold. Goose bumps everywhere. As she went deeper the chill moved up her thighs, her pussy, her abdomen. Her nipples grew hard. Without w...tting her hair, she stroked quietly across the pool. She could hear the slapping of her waves against the edges of the pool and the prarie winds whispering through the big mesquites. A mockingbird in the midst of his morning reverie stopped singing as she moved gracefully back up the steps. Emerging wet with no towel, she picked up her underwear,. You know, Jason is right, why should we try to make sense of us flashing and getting naked, it IS just our bodies telling us to ignore what our brain thinks, and our bodies are always right, when our bodies are in pain they tell our brain to do something about it so why can’t it be the same with pleasure? My pussy wants those boys to see it so just do it.”“I like the way that you think Eva, it does make more sense that society is brainwashing us to do things the way that they want, not what we. I felt at this point I was going to find out in exactly five seconds what path my relationship with my mother was going to take.I pushed her skirt higher again. With my face on my mothers lap I had pushed her skirt right up to just below my chin. She had most of her thigh exposed to me at this point.The uneasiness was coming through now as I continued with the stroking, as she had not mentioned me having to stop. I was now getting to the point where the line was behind me and I was really. However, the urge to go to where the boys are became stronger as spring arrived.Judy was in a no-nonsense mood which was clear as she whipped her brown shoulder length hair up and down across her back. It was evident she was quite perturbed with her daughter, Lauren.“Oh. mom “ Lauren tried to cool her mad mom down.“You were at a ‘boy party’, that you were forbidden to go too”Lauren stammered a little and apprehensively looked at her mom.She knew she was in real trouble. Judy jingled her.