It’s the kind of situation you never anticipate. Yet, here we were, the silence in the car thick as we drove home, both of us grappling with what had just transpired. I stole glances at Mom, searching for any sign of her reaction, but she appeared utterly unfazed, a blank canvas. What awaited us behind closed doors? Would anger erupt, or would she simply pretend the day’s events hadn’t occurred? I felt the need to explain.
Mom had recently relocated to be closer to me during my college years, opting for a house over the perceived limitations of a dorm. Her divorce from Dad, years prior due to his infidelity, and her remote work setup made the move seamless. Moreover, streaming, a significant part of my life, would be far easier in a house.
The idea had surfaced en route to orientation. “Maybe I should pretend to be your girlfriend,” Mom had suggested, “to avoid any assumptions about us being mother and son. I look younger than I am, and I can explore the campus with you without seeming like an overbearing parent.”
I paused, considering her proposition. It was true; she looked nowhere near her forties. Her figure was trim, complemented by long reddish-brown hair and a noticeable bust. I couldn’t deny her attractiveness, though I’d never truly considered her in a romantic light—at least, not until recently. Turning eighteen had shifted my perspective, though I never believed those feelings were reciprocated. “Sure, no one here knows us,” I’d agreed.
“Perfect,” Mom had replied. “Tell people we met in Japan last year before you started school. And if anyone asks, say I’m twenty-four.”
“Got it, Mom,” I’d said, with about ten minutes left in our drive.
“And remember, Max, call me Liz. I don’t want any slip-ups,” Mom had reminded me as I parked.
“Of course, Mom,” I’d nodded. “Just hope no one starts hitting on you. I might have to knock them out.”
“Ha,” she’d chuckled. “Let’s not get expelled before you even start. Besides, you’ve been doing karate since you were eight. They won’t know what hit them. Now, let’s go.” As we walked, she took my hand, leaning slightly on me. I had to admit, I wasn’t completely opposed to this roleplay.
Orientation was just as dull as I’d anticipated. I noticed several guys, and a few girls, were giving my mom the eye. While we were navigating the campus so I could get my bearings, one guy even tried to hit on her.
Then, something unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, she kissed me full on the lips and, before I could react, said, “Sorry, dude, but I’m with my boyfriend.” Then she just continued walking. “Sorry about that,” Mom whispered to me. “Guys like that won’t take no for an answer unless you show them.”
Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out, “It’s okay, I liked it.” Damn my mouth. I felt a blush creep up my neck.
“Oh, you DID, did you?” she said with a smirk. “Well, we have to keep up appearances, you know. Might happen a few times, so be prepared.” I was stunned. Not only had she kissed me, but she implied it could happen again. I have to admit, I felt a thrill of excitement. She ended up kissing me three more times. The last one lingered longer than the others.
We finished our tour of the campus, but didn’t really connect with anyone I’d consider a friend. I was hoping to meet a few people before classes started next week. On the way out, we spotted a bulletin board covered in flyers for pre-semester parties.
“Hey, let’s see if any of these sound interesting,” Mom said, scanning the board. Nothing really grabbed my attention, which was a bummer. Then Mom pointed at a flyer and asked, “How about this one?”
“A hot tub party? Really?” I replied, surprised.
“The best way to get to know someone is to see them half-naked. Plus, you’d get to see your girlfriend in a bikini,” she said with that same knowing smirk. She had to be teasing me.
“Yeah, right, you’ve never worn a bikini before. So I know you’re messing with me.” It was true. She’d always worn a one-piece, even with her amazing figure.
“Well, I might just surprise you.” Again, that smirk.
Okay, time to call her bluff. “Fine, let’s go home and get ready then,” I said, fully expecting her to back down. But again, she just smirked.
“Yes, let’s. We haven’t fully unpacked yet, and I’ll have to find it. We have two hours until it starts. Let’s go, baby.” With that, she kissed me again, even though no one was around, and practically dragged me to the car. Maybe she wasn’t bluffing?
When we got home, she ran inside and immediately began rummaging through boxes. We’d only moved in last week, so everything was still in disarray. I started to wonder what was really going on. Was Mom just doing this to help me make some friends before school started? Or was there something else going on? Was she actually flirting with me? My mind raced through all these possibilities. I must just be overthinking things… I sighed.
“Mom, should we change before we leave or wait until we arrive?”
“Let’s change here, but put casual clothes on over our swimwear. That way, we can easily remove them without needing a changing area. You can just throw on a t-shirt since swim trunks are basically shorts anyway.”
“What if I was planning to wear a speedo?”
“You don’t own a speedo. You’ve been wearing the same black and blue swim trunks since you were fifteen.”
“They’re getting a little tight, though.”
“Yes, they are. They don’t leave much to the imagination these days. You’ve certainly grown. But you never bothered getting new ones. Maybe we should look for some after today.”
Wait, did she just imply she was checking me out down there?
“Ah ha! Found them!” she called from her room. “Hurry up and get changed, I want to get there close to when it starts.”
“Okay!” I yelled back, getting ready and waiting by the door.
Mom rounded the corner and said, “Yeah, we definitely need to get you new trunks tomorrow. The girls there are going to go wild. But you’re with me, so they can’t have you.” She gave me that smirk again. She was wearing a dark blue shirt and shorts, and I couldn’t tell if she had a bikini on underneath. She’s teasing me on purpose, I’m sure there’s just a one-piece swimsuit under there. “Come on, let’s go,” she said, practically pushing me out the door.
We arrived about twenty minutes after the party started. The GPS took me on a wrong turn… sigh. It looked like people had been there for a while already, so it probably didn’t matter much. We had to park down the street. “Hot tub party” was an understatement. I was expecting a pool with a single hot tub. Instead, there was a pool, but then about ten hot tubs were in the backyard, as we could see walking up to the house.
“Welcome!” said a guy by the gate to the backyard. “Hey, I’m John. What’s the password?” Password? Crap, I didn’t actually read the flier, I only heard what Mom told me.
“Soak all night,” Mom replied without hesitation.
“Great! We just need to make sure people saw the flier. Which one is the student?” John asked.
“I am, my name is Max. This is my girlfriend, Liz,” I said as Mom squeezed my arm tighter and smiled.
“Nice to meet you, Max and Liz. You’re welcome to enter, but there’s only one rule. Couples stay together, and when you’re in the hot tubs, the girlfriend must sit on the boyfriend’s lap. It makes more room for everyone else and shows who’s taken. We keep things clean here. Got it?” John said. We both nodded. “Good. You can change in the house right through this door here,” he said, pointing to the door on the other side of the gate, “or right here if you’re already wearing your swimsuit underneath. Your clothes will be safe. Like I said, we keep things clean here.”
Then it happened. Mom said, “Okay,” and started to take off her shirt. I watched as she pulled it over her head, revealing a dark blue bikini top, and tossed it to the ground. I stared at her boobs as she reached for her shorts. “Come on, baby. Take off that shirt and let’s go,” Mom said as she kicked her shorts over to where she’d thrown her shirt. I took off my shirt and tossed it with her clothes. We took off our shoes, and again, she grabbed my hand and started to drag me towards a hot tub. I was looking at her in awe and I was starting to get hard. She’s so fucking hot.
“Have fun. I’ll take care of your things, so don’t worry,” I heard John say as we walked away.
“Here’s an empty spot, baby. Get in so I can sit on you.” I doubt she was comfortable being so exposed in front of people, she probably wanted to be submerged in the water.
I started to get in, saying, “Hi, I’m Max, and this is my girlfriend, Liz,” to the other people in the hot tub. They all said hi and introduced themselves as my Mom got in and sat on my lap. I thought she was going to sit sideways, but she did NOT. She sat straight down, right on my semi-hard dick. Her barely covered pussy, in that thong bikini bottom, WAS ON MY DICK! I screamed internally. Sure, I had trunks on, but they were old and thin. Needless to say, I’m fully hard now.
She had to have felt it. I tried my best to ignore it and talk to the people around me so they wouldn’t think anything was going on under the water. It worked somewhat. To play the part of the boyfriend, I wrapped my right arm around her stomach and put my left hand on her upper leg. She looked back at me and gave me the same smirk as before. She had her hands under my legs to keep herself from floating away. We stayed like that for a long time, talking to everyone as people came and went. Luckily, I enjoyed talking to a few people, and some were even in my classes.
Then something happened. I wasn’t sure at first. I thought she might have just been readjusting herself on my lap. But she pushed down on my dick. Not just once or twice, she kept doing it. And started to rock her hips back and forth under the water. She didn’t even make it seem like she was doing anything. Her upper body looked like nothing was happening. The water was just above Mom’s boobs. It felt really good.
“You guys have been here for like an hour and I haven’t seen you kiss.” Someone said.
“Oh, we were just enjoying talking to everyone.” Mom said as she turned to me and kissed me. With tongue this time. I was making out with my Mother. I held her tight to me.
“I was starting to think he paid her, but you can’t fake that passion.” The same person said. Rick? I think it was.
“I told you,” said the guy’s girlfriend. “Stop being nosy. They just didn’t want to show off.” We stopped our kiss, she looked at me, smirked, and booped my nose. Then went right back to talking away and still grinding on my dick. Was she doing it harder now? My heart is pounding.
Mom suddenly froze, and then it hit me why and I froze too. Uh oh…. did my trunks just rip? They were old and tight. She was grinding so hard it ripped where my dick was. Now it was nestled up against her bikini-covered pussy. It was so warm. Probably wet too, but couldn’t tell because of the water. The way she froze, I don’t think she meant for it to go this far. I think she just wanted to have some fun and tease me a little.
The water was warm and swirling around us in the hot tub, a gentle massage against my skin. Then, a subtle shift, a change I registered deep in my groin before my mind could catch up. I wasn’t certain at first. Maybe she was just adjusting her position on my lap, the jets pushing her slightly.
But then, a distinct pressure. Her hand, I realized, though it didn’t quite feel like a hand, pressed down firmly on my hardening cock through the fabric of my swim trunks. Not a casual brush, but a deliberate, insistent push. Once, twice, then again, each press sending jolts of electricity through me.
She started to rock her hips, a slow, seductive rhythm against me under the water. It was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone watching. Her upper body remained still, composed. She was talking to Krystal, laughing at something she said, her expression completely normal, as if nothing at all was happening below the surface. The water level was just above her breasts, concealing everything from casual eyes.
But I felt it. Every glide of her hips, every press of her sex against me. It was driving me wild. A shiver ran down my spine, a mix of thrill and disbelief.
“You guys have been here for like an hour and I haven’t even seen you kiss.” Someone called out from another tub.
“Oh, we were just enjoying catching up.” Mom replied, her voice light and casual. She turned to me then, her eyes locking with mine for a split second, a flicker of something daring in their depths. And then she kissed me.
Not a peck, not a chaste press of lips. This was a real kiss, deep and wet, her tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring, teasing. My mother. Kissing me like this. My head spun.
I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her body molded against mine, the pressure of her grinding hips intensifying, a silent, secret language only we understood in that moment.
“I was starting to think he paid her,” the same voice drawled, “but you can’t fake that passion.” Rick? I think it was Rick.
“I told you,” a woman retorted, probably Rick’s girlfriend. “Stop being so nosy. They just didn’t want to put on a show before now.”
We broke apart, breathless, our eyes still locked. She smirked, a playful, knowing curve of her lips. And then, she gently tapped my nose with a wet fingertip.
“Silly.” She murmured, her voice just above a whisper, intimate even in the crowded space.
Then, just as casually, she turned back to the conversation, her laughter mingling with the bubbling jets. But beneath the surface, the grinding resumed, harder now, more insistent. Was it my imagination, or was she pressing down with more force? My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the rhythm of her hips.
Suddenly, she froze. Her smile vanished, replaced by a look of surprise, then a dawning realization. And then it hit me too, a cold dread spreading through my veins. Uh oh…
Had my swim trunks just ripped? They were old, stretched thin, and definitely too tight. Her relentless grinding, the friction, it must have been too much.
She shifted slightly, and I felt it – the unmistakable sensation of bare skin against bare skin. The rip was right where my cock was straining against the fabric. Now, it was nestled against her bikini bottom, the thin material doing little to separate us. It was unbelievably warm. And wet. Definitely wet.
Her eyes widened, a hint of panic flickering in their depths. She hadn’t meant for it to go this far, I realized. This was beyond teasing. This was… something else entirely. I think she’d just wanted to play, to push boundaries a little. But now…
“You guys okay?” A girl’s voice, slightly muffled by the water jets. I couldn’t even place who it was; my brain was short-circuiting.
“Oh, yeah, we’re fine,” Mom said, her voice surprisingly steady, though her eyes darted around nervously. “But… his trunks just ripped open in the front. I have no idea what to do about it.”
A giggle rippled through the group. “There’s one place you could put it,” the same girl suggested, her voice laced with suggestive humor.
“Oh, Krystal, you are so bad!” another girl exclaimed, laughing. “Don’t make them feel awkward.”
Mom chuckled, a nervous sound. “We’ve never… done anything like that around people before,” she said, carefully avoiding eye contact with me. “Or, ever, really. I wouldn’t feel right.”
Krystal persisted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s under the water. No one would see with all these jets going. But, it’s totally up to you. You wouldn’t be the first couple to do that here.” She was definitely trying to push things further.
Not that it would actually happen. She was just teasing me, pushing my buttons. Any minute now, she’d want to go home, to end this escalating game.
But she didn’t. She relaxed back against me, the tension seeming to ease from her shoulders. She resumed talking to the others, her voice normal, as if nothing had changed. Ten minutes passed, maybe more. And then, subtly, she started grinding again.
This time, everything was different. There was only the thin barrier of her bikini bottom between us, the sensation raw, immediate. I had never been so hard in my life. Seven inches, maybe eight in this moment of intense arousal.
I shifted my left hand, sliding it up her inner thigh, under the water. If she was going to tease, to push, I could play too. My fingers brushed against the smooth skin of her leg, moving higher, closer to the juncture of her thighs.
Her breath hitched in her throat. I felt the rapid rise and fall of her chest against my back. My fingers crept closer, higher, towards the soft mound of her sex. And then I touched it.
Not fabric. Bare flesh. Her bare pussy. All that grinding, shifting, it must have pushed her bikini bottom aside, exposing her completely to me.
A tiny moan escaped her lips, a sound barely audible over the jets, but it vibrated right through me.
Krystal noticed. Her gaze sharpened, fixed on Mom, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She was watching, waiting, almost willing Mom to go further.
Mom started to straighten up, to pull away. This was it, I thought. Time to end the game, to go home. Before I could even start saying goodbye, she moved.
Not away. Down. Her hand, suddenly decisive, reached between us, closed around my throbbing cock. And then, she lowered herself, slowly, deliberately, guiding her pussy right onto my erection. All… the… way… down.
She settled onto me, a soft gasp escaping her lips, and then… she resumed talking. As if nothing had happened. As if my dick wasn’t buried deep inside her.
My dick was inside my mother. Inside her. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. How? How was this happening? Here? Around other people? People we barely knew?
I didn’t want to move. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was terrified of moving, of making this unbelievable moment real. I didn’t want to come inside her. Not here, not now. Not without thinking about… everything. She hadn’t been on birth control since the divorce. Forty years old. She could still get pregnant.
Then she moved. A slow, subtle rotation of her hips, a deep, internal massage that sent shivers of pure sensation through me. I was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. My mother was fucking me. Right now.
She still didn’t say anything. Just kept moving, her eyes fixed on some point across the hot tub. I reached for her hands, interlacing my fingers with hers, holding her tight.
She stopped talking, her body relaxing against mine. She leaned her head on my shoulder, her eyes drifting closed. I rested my head back against the inflatable pillow, closing my own eyes, trying to ground myself in this impossible reality.
To anyone watching, we were just a couple, tired from the party, resting together. But beneath the surface, under the concealing water, Mom kept moving, her hips gyrating in slow, sensual circles, each rotation driving me further over the edge. It felt… beyond good.
I started to thrust upwards, just slightly, testing the waters, literally and figuratively. A soft whimper escaped her lips, a breathy sound that confirmed what I already knew: she was feeling it too.
The edge was close. Too close. I squeezed her hands, a silent warning, a plea for restraint, or maybe for permission to let go.
Her eyes flickered open, met mine. A knowing look passed between us, a shared understanding of the precipice we were both teetering on. She smirked again, that same playful, daring smirk. And then she kissed me.
Deeply, passionately, her mouth opening wide against mine, her tongue plunging in, a wild, desperate kiss that mirrored the frenzy building within me. And then it happened. The dam broke. I came.
Hard. A long, shuddering orgasm that ripped through me, wave after wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. I held her tighter, my body convulsing against hers, and felt her own body tense, her muscles clenching around me. She started to shake, small tremors running through her, like a shiver, but deeper, more intense.
She came too. Right there, inside me, as I was coming inside her. Her shaking intensified, lasting for a long, drawn-out minute. Then, slowly, it subsided. She sighed, a long, contented exhale, and snuggled into my neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against my skin.
“I think it’s time we get going,” I said, my voice a little rough, a little shaky, breaking the stunned silence. Mom’s eyes widened, a flicker of something akin to panic in their depths. She probably hadn’t thought about the logistics, about how we were going to extract ourselves from this public space without anyone realizing what had just happened.
I yelled across to John, who had stopped letting people in half an hour ago. “Hey, John? Can we get two towels over here? My girl is a little cold, want to get her wrapped up as soon as she’s out.”
“Sure thing, bud,” he called back, already moving, towels and our discarded clothes in hand.
“Thanks, John.” I took a towel, shaking it out, ready to wrap it around Mom.
“No problem, Max. You get her warm and home safe. You guys are welcome back anytime I throw one of these parties. No password needed.” He winked, a knowing glint in his eye.
I nodded, forcing a casual smile, as I helped Mom out of the hot tub. As she straightened, my dick slid out of her with a soft, wet sound.
“Nice dick!” A girl from another hot tub yelled out, her voice loud and clear.
Krystal’s voice cut through the laughter. “Shut up, hoe, he’s clearly taken.”
The whole hot tub erupted in laughter. I smirked, a genuine smile this time, relief flooding through me that the tension was broken, the awkwardness diffused. I wrapped the towel around myself, grabbing our things, and helped Mom get dressed.
She was definitely wobbly on her feet. She must have come harder than she let on. I hadn’t even properly seen her in her bikini. Oh well, this was definitely… way better.
Now, we were in the car, driving home. Silence filled the space between us, thick and heavy. Was she lost in the afterglow of her orgasm? Or was the reality of what had just happened finally crashing down, the enormity of it sinking in?
I pulled into the garage at home, the automatic door rumbling shut behind us, sealing us in. I helped her out of the car, the silence still unbroken. But she clung to my arm, her grip surprisingly tight as I guided her into the house, up the stairs, and to her bedroom door.
I sat her gently on the edge of her bed. She finally spoke, her voice low, husky, laced with that familiar smirk.
“So,” she began, her eyes meeting mine, a mischievous glint in their depths. “If I’m going to be your girlfriend… we should probably sleep in the same bed.”