"Ooooh, so naughty. I think this slutty mom would enjoy a cum shower. I bet she never experienced a cum shower before."Damn, every time my mom said ...omething it drove me crazy with lust. If my friends heard half this, they would probably blow their loads in their pants. Just watching my mom watching me jerking off was incredibly hot and erotic. The way she would open her mouth when she focused in on my cock, it made me think she was debating giving me head. Then she would subtly lick her. Day three and at breakfast on the patio the sun not yet at its full blistering heat, reflecting on her lovely naked body that she asked me what we were to do today. I hadn’t a clue, so I said, “what would she usually do?” she laughed that laugh of hers once more then said, “well probably pop into an arcade, pick up a young lad or two and come back here for a swim, some fun and some sex…” I asked, “if I wouldn`t cramp her style, and did she want me to keep out of the way…” well it just seemed. I was f******n and a pretty savvy girl for my age, but more, as dad and I were like separate entities leading our existences together, dad was my sole guardian, ever since my mother left us some 10 years back.We both learned from each other, sharing our experiences, almost as if we were married, in fact, according to dad, having me in the home now, reminded him of what it was like when he first married mum, only I was younger and prettier, and for that reason, bore no malice or sense of. Freddy volunteered to give me a hand. He would only be able to give me a weekend, but that was fine with me. My wife had no objection to Freddy coming down for the weekend; especially if it meant that the project got done sooner. I’d been procrastinating for some time now, and this would make her happy and I would be able to Freddy again. Needless to say, I couldn’t believe how slow the rest of the week went. The anticipation of Freddy being near in just a few days was horrible. But, the time.