Chapter 5

"I have to get out..." Jean announced, desperate.

Toby settled back, considering. Was that it? Was that why she was fighting so hard? "You aren't comfortable in the water, are you?"

"Well, no..."

"What is everyone else doing?"

"Lon is talking to Beth..." The pair were neck deep, but the way they were positioned, they could have been doing the same thing she and Toby were...

"Okay. Rick and Candace?" Toby prompted.

"They're... heading toward the edge..."

Jean left out the 'hand in hand' part -- but Toby was suspicious, anyway. He turned to see, holding Jean against him. Rick and Candace were headed for the pool stairs, totally exposed. Toby raised an eyebrow at the omissions; he recognized the position Ma and Lon were in, too. "You'll be out there, naked -- but I guess they will, first..."

"Yeah." Jean obviously wasn't thrilled, but things had gotten to be urgent.

"Okay, let's go," Toby pushed off and tugged her toward the deep end stair.

"You don't have to..." Jean, dog paddling, allowed him to drag her along.

"Well I am," Toby replied. "That way you won't be getting out all by yourself."

The pair stopped at the deep end ladder; Jean looked to her left to watch Candace ascend the stairs at the shallow end, apparently totally unembarrassed by her nudity, her untanned ass and breasts presenting themselves as a weird reversed bikini. Rick followed close behind, obviously too intent on drinking in Candace's nudity with his eyes to be worried about his own -- and sporting a considerable erection! Jean took it all in, surprised; the last time she'd been allowed to see Rick's penis, it had been about finger-thick and four inches long; the heavy instrument he was sporting at this point had THAT outclassed by an order of magnitude, at least! Her son was a man, after all...

Candace turned and approached Jean and Toby, making for the triple pile of towels halfway along the pool edge, apparently thoroughly unconcerned about exposing her clean-shaven pudenda (the hussy!) She picked up a towel and began to dry her hair -- but she left drying the rest of her body to Rick, who neglected his own until he'd wiped her every available surface. Jean sighed; obviously, Rick wanted to have intercourse with Candace, badly -- and just as obviously, Candace was going to let him. So much for the 'give ground until they get chicken' tactic...

Sighing, Jean hauled herself up the ladder, Toby close behind after a quick side-trip to toss his goggles and collect his eyeglasses. Candace's example set the standard for getting toweled off -- she'd be unable to avoid Toby's attention without being seen as a total bitch. She covered her pudenda with her right hand and attempted to mask her titties with her left arm -- until Candace, now lounging -- still nude -- in a deck lounger wearing her sunglasses admonished, "Jean, stop being such a baby!"

"I'm not comfortable exposing myself..." Jean sputtered hotly.

Candace cut her off, her voice full of scorn, "So you wore that hunk of string and a couple of pasties? Give me a break -- you're making a fool of yourself, here!"

Jean hung her head, gathered herself, and dropped her hands. Toby had passed on to the towel pile, and stood there, holding one for her. When she raised her chin, he began beaming. Behind her, as she stepped off, Candace groused, "The little minx has a body I'd kill for -- Hell, she still looks seventeen, for God's sake! -- and she acts like a Jehovah's Witness..."

Candace's comment gave them something to think about as she stepped into the towel that Toby held open to wrap her. He reached down and collected a second towel for her hair, eyeing her -- was she going to dry herself and stay all wrapped up, or was she going to take the towel for her hair and allow him to dry her? Jean paused, thinking about it -- but Candace was already riding her... She reached for the second towel, allowing Toby to resume control of the one wrapped around her body. After all, he'd been chivalrous, after a fashion, hadn't he, risking that she would return the towel? He could have denied her any control by just going to work on her...

Toby, thrilled to death, proceeded to do a thorough job of drying Jean off. Maybe now that she was out of the water, she would settle down a bit... He was critically aware that he had lost ground in the pool, and recovery was going to be difficult, if she kept fighting...

Toby's efforts were sweet, if intrusive; the care he took with her thighs and crotch was particularly embarrassing, but the time and effort he took on her little breasts would have done credit to Beth's... She let him lead her to a lounger next to Candace's and settled in, Candace's warning glance an admonishment to ditch the towel.

Beth watched all this from the water, her legs wrapped around Lon's waist. "I think I'll just stay here..." she muttered. This was good; Lon was being nice to her, and his gallant reflex was seated in the channel between her pussy lips. Thank God he was a horny teenager -- if he were a bit older and pickier, his cock would probably be a shrunken thing and he'd be holding himself aloof, rather than pressing his crotch against a fat woman...

Lon didn't see it that way; he had a double handful of plush ass cheek, and Beth's big titties were floating before him, their fat brown nipples sticking out like the tips of his little fingers, extended beyond areolas that were probably usually the diameter of a soda can, but were currently tightened to a wrinkled mass half that size -- not to mention where his cock was! "Why?" he asked.

"Thin and naked is one thing -- fat and naked is quite another."

"It would be different if you were as fat as you THINK you are..."

"Hon," Beth sighed, "you have both hands on my butt. It's..."

"Plush," Lon interrupted. "I'm lucky, I think -- Toby's gonna have a helluva time convincing Jean to take that horse-cock of his..."

"Wha?" Beth shifted her attention back to poolside. Previously, she'd been watching her contemporaries, and blocking out the 'boys' out of embarrassment; now, she took a look. "Oh, my!" Toby was, well, HUGE! She shifted her gaze to Rick for comparison; he appeared to be what she remembered as being 'nicely hung' -- but Toby's cock was incongruous on his smaller, less-robust frame.

Jean was in the midst of the same discovery. Previously, embarrassment and the mechanics of getting her dry had taken her attention -- but now Toby was standing over her, drinking in her nudity. Looking up to comment on how rude he was being brought his penis into sharp focus. "Oh!" she gasped.

Toby blinked. "What?"

"You're... big..." Jean's experience with penises was limited to children (mostly Rick) and Hugh, who had been on the low side of normal, at about five and a half inches. Nobody was carrying a measuring device, but Toby topped this figure by half! Jean involuntarily glanced to her right to take in Rick's erection, which wasn't markedly different from her experience with her husband, (actually, there was a good three-quarters of an inch more there, but at fifteen feet? Who knew?) -- and shifted her gaze back to Toby's appendage.

"Oh. That..." Toby blushed. "It's no big thing, I'm sure. There are bigger out there..." Porn flicks had told him that.

"Really?" Jean was trying to look at the thing out of the corner of her eye -- without being caught, if possible. "I guess my experience is limited..."

Candace, her attention attracted, gave Toby the once-over. "Mine isn't -- he's big, all right." She locked eyes with Toby, "Very impressive! And circumcised, too!"

"Yes..." Toby wanted to turn around, or run -- or SOMETHING to relieve his embarrassment -- but he couldn't POSSIBLY disengage... "Well, it's not a problem, really..."

Candace looked at him over her sunglasses for a second, ruminating, then glanced at Jean. Yeah, if she didn't say something... "He's right, you know, Honey. We girls adapt quite readily." This wasn't going to be enough of a distraction to get Toby off the hook, though -- and besides, it wasn't assisting her plans, either -- so Candace turned to Rick, "Rick, Honey -- I know I'm tanned in general, but I'm showing some places in particular that have been... neglected. Do you think you could be a dear and oil up the more vulnerable spots?"

'Huh! Could I!' An invitation to play with Candace's titties, ass, and even her pussy was being tendered here -- there was NO WAY he would pass THAT up! "Oh, sure, sure!" He began casting about for sunblock.

"There's some in my beach bag, hanging off the chair back, Honey. Thanks loads!" Candace gushed.

Toby got control of his nerves first, then his voice, before calmly observing, "You need protection worse than she does."

There it was -- the door of the trap yawning open. Jean locked eyes with Toby for a moment, but he was being deliberately non-confrontational. She looked away, composing a comment about needing to do something or other indoors, when her eye lit on Candace, who was glaring at her over her sunglasses, daring her not to chicken out. "Yes..." she found herself muttering.

Rick, a puddle of sunblock already poured into his right palm, flipped the bottle to Toby, "Here you go, Man." Turning to his mother, he added, "At least you know he does a good job..." After THAT little comment, he had to turn his face away to conceal his smile -- not that it kept Candace from tittering.

Jean blushed, but at that point, all she could do was minimize things. Getting her voice to work, she got out a strangled, "Yes, he does..."

Rick, however, had moved on; he was busy applying sunblock to Candace's left breast, detailing the slightly saggy but well-rounded shape with loving care. The texture was just incredible! Soft, cushy -- and the nipple! Wow! He was in Heaven, given an excuse to tweak a woman's erect nipples...

Jean watched Rick distractedly, too embarrassed to acknowledge Toby as he began applying sunblock to considerably more of her surface area than Rick was attacking on Candace. Rick's obvious enchantment was an embarrassment to her, too, but then it was a bit easier to deal with, since she wasn't directly involved. Still, Toby avoided her face and started at her neck -- and all too soon was moving slick hands over her breasts. She flicked a nervous glance at him over the invasion, but Candace was watching again. "Don't be a baby!" Candace chided -- then smiled at Rick and shamelessly arched her back to present her breasts for more attention. Jean found herself fighting a losing battle against arousal; Candace and Rick were involved in what was nothing less than sex play right before her eyes, while Toby oiled her body, moving from surface to surface without regard for modesty or propriety, touching her in places that no one had touched her since her husband died -- and every time she raised a hand to object, Candace insisted that she was acting childishly, sapping her resolve...

"More oil?" Toby asked, then flipped the bottle to Rick when he nodded assent. He was working Jean's ribs, primarily, but one side at a time so that he could include a breast in the sweep. She was pretending to ignore him, but the way her nostrils flared he knew that it was a ruse. Lying nearly flat, her titties all but disappeared, but her nipples were pink spikes and his palms easily detected the pad of fatty tissue. He cupped her left breast, lifting it back into a cone and rubbing her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a quiet "Mmmph." Yeah, she knew he was there, all right. Smiling, he switched sides. In a moment, he murmured, "Done?" and Rick smoothly returned the bottle.

Down below, Lon and Beth watched the goings-on on the pool deck with some interest; Candace, in particular, was acting absolutely shameless. Beth sighed, "I wish..."

"Let's go, then," Lon replied. "I'd be happy to..."

Beth shook her head. "You boys would vomit, and that would ruin the mood." She sighed.

On the deck, in plain sight of both of them Candace brought her knees up and spread her legs to grant Rick access to the white, untanned area left by her bikini bottoms -- and specifically her crotch. "Make sure you do a good job there, Honey," she crooned. "It's not protected since I shaved off my pelt..."

Beth mused that Candace seemed to have a double-entendre for every occasion, adding aloud, "But I could certainly use some TLC..."

"You'll get it," Lon promised, turning them around and heading for the shallows, slowly.

"No, I can't, really!" Beth exclaimed.

"Shhh! You really need to be less down on yourself," Lon argued. "How about this? If I see something objectionable, I'll stop and we'll go back to the deep end. Otherwise, we can settle one chair over from Mama, which will give us some distance, and I can be in the way a little bit without anybody giving you a rash about being a big baby over being naked -- besides, they're pretty busy..."

Beth was presented with a fait accompli; while Lon was making his presentation, he continued to walk them toward the shallows. By the time he finished his presentation, they were already only waist deep. He stopped, eyes twinkling. "We're going to keep going," he announced.

Beth got down, watching his face as his eyes swept over her. Without support, her big breasts sagged splayed on her chest -- but they were just riding low, and her nipples still pointed out and just a bit upward; Lon's smile continued undimmed. He urged her forward; she moved, but she continued to face him, backing, as her belly appeared above the water, with its scars from her appendectomy and her caesarian section. Lon continued to press, his fingers interlaced with hers as the water level dropped below the swell and began to reveal her somewhat wild pubic thatch. Beth had thick, curly hair -- above AND below -- and her suit had only dictated that she perform minor maintenance; now, as her pubes cleared the surface, water ran from them while they failed to hide the open thick outer lips of her pussy -- a gap that Lon's cock had been holding open only moments before.

Lon stopped, but he was still smiling. "We're at the stairs."

Beth, her objections apparently unfounded, lowered her eyes -- and found herself looking at Lon's beautiful uncut cock! "Ooooohhhh!" It was incredible -- somewhat dark about the long, curved shaft, thick and smooth, the foreskin just not quite uncovering the tight, shiny purplish head...

Beth had never wanted to touch anything so badly in her life! "That's so beautiful! Maybe I should oil YOU!"

Lon shrugged. "Or maybe you can entertain yourself with it while I work..." He nodded at the stairs. Beth turned around reluctantly and preceded him, giving him a fine view of her ample bottom. It was big and round and shivered a bit when she walked -- VERY erotic! He'd seen her before in baggy pants made of thin fabric, and the play of her ass cheeks under the fabric as she moved had fueled serious masturbation. So what if there were a few cellulite divots? That was a SWEET ass!

Beth took two steps and glanced back over her shoulder, surprising a look of hunger on his face that was totally unexpected. He was ogling that big hunk of lard like it was Jean's for God's sake! He must be REALLY horny... She turned back to the front, contriving to sway a bit while a flash of her favorite fantasy -- her, knelt up on the bed while he pounded that beautiful cock deep into her -- whipped across her consciousness, augmented by her recent view of the reality, causing her lower belly to spasm with need. 'Even if it's only just the once,' she mused to herself. 'I'll have the memory to help me get by...' Even horny boys wouldn't be coming back to HER well any too often...

Lon stopped her on the top step. "Wait; I'll go get the towels. That will keep the parade from messing up what they're doing..."

"Okay." The comment hurt Beth, who was unaware that Lon was just trying to further her request for minimal exposure to the others. She stood there, wondering if she should just go back into the pool, while Lon moved quickly off.

Rick was doing a bang-up job, as far as Candace was concerned, running his right hand vertically along her needy gash while he more or less pretended to work on her hip with his left. He had one finger sliding up and down the opening, while two others rubbed her rubbery outer labia. Candace had the kind of labia that, if you grabbed the little fleshy tabs at their center, you could stretch three or four inches down her inner thighs; tucking them into a thong wasn't always practical, as they tended to pop out on the sides like little wings. That's why -- and it was the ONLY reason why -- Candace wore bathing suit bottoms that covered a bit more of her ass.

Right now, Rick OWNED those lips -- and his middle finger owned her erect clitty as it slid its fleshy hood back and forth over the pea-sized orb of nervous tissue. Candace was aroused like nobody's business -- and she was having trouble keeping the world from being absolutely certain. The one bit of pleasure she was getting from her fight to remain subdued was teasing Jean, and she decided to up the ante on the narrow woman. When Rick had started on her crotch, Candace had brought her knees up, suitably spread, which fig leafed her to Jean to a certain extent. Now, she dropped her left leg and put her foot on the deck, remaining splayed, presenting Jean a full view of her son's efforts at masturbation -- and watching her as she took it all in. Peripherally, she took in Lon, passing back and forth as he collected towels -- but Lon could look, if he wanted -- at this point, she would give guided tours, if it would get her a cock! Unfortunately, she KNEW that Jean would freak...

Lon DID look -- it wasn't an opportunity that you got every day! He'd seen Mama hot before, too -- and she was CLEARLY hot! Rick might have to suffer this afternoon, but at some point, Mama would return the favor she was getting, with interest, Lon was certain...

Jean was drifting, half inside herself, and half beside Candace. Toby had her right foot pressed against his belly alongside his penis as he worked up and down her leg -- and he was deliberately touching her vagina at regular intervals. Jean's will to argue about it was gone; she was fully aroused and waiting for him to get brave enough to emulate Rick's activity.

Toby pretty much knew where she was; the crown to breast-tip flush and her labored breathing were a dead giveaway. But he planned to extend things until she couldn't stand it any more, then accept her surrender -- anything less and she would probably try to cover herself by accusing him of taking advantage of her. Jean was pretty hung-up -- but the flip-side was that she was undoubtedly also really hot! Once the walls were down, he figured the whole thing would be well worth the trouble!

Toby's mind drifted a bit as he slid his hand into her crotch to tickle her thin lower lips for the fourth or fifth time, while he wondered just how it was that he could read Jean so well. The phenomenon didn't extend itself to other women -- definitely not to Ma, or even Candace -- but Jean was... predictable. In some ways, he figured they must be kindred souls; when she showed her fear, he understood where it came from; when he started touching her, he could read the flow of repression and the underlying craving for pleasure in her features. Maybe it was that both of them were shy, intellectual; he just KNEW that she was locked down -- but not tight -- and that there was a wanton underneath begging to be let out. That's how he knew that her agitation in the pool wasn't solely based on his attentions, but that she was too uncomfortable with the environment to relax enough to deal with him as anything but a threat.

Now he switched legs, making sure that Jean's left foot felt his pubes and her ankle banged against his erection, which was bobbing and leaking pre-cum...

The look on Beth's face as he returned to her warned Lon that he'd fouled up somewhere. "What's wrong?"

Beth looked away. "So you DID see a problem..."

"Huh? No... I was just keeping your exposure down, as you asked," Lon replied. "If you'd like, we can get closer -- you just said that you didn't think it was a good idea..."

"Oh." Beth evaluated this response. Lon could be telling the truth -- or he could be trying to spare her feelings -- which was it? She shrugged; did it really matter? "Never mind -- oversensitive, I guess."

"You sure are!" Lon waved at the selected lounger; per his earlier offer, there was one interposed between it and Candace's. "Here? Or that one?" He pointed at the one next to where Candace was being worked over.

"N-no, that one..." Beth pointed to the original selection.

"Lie down and put yourself in the hands of Doctor Carpenter." Lon murmured, faking a professional attitude. "We'll have you all nice and slippery in no time..."

Fortunately for Lon, his mother's efforts at strategic lounger positioning resulted in another bottle of sun-block being close at hand between Beth's lounger and the next one over. In no time, he was kneeling with one knee on the lounger while he reached across Beth, working her left side while Beth eyed the slowly accelerating activity to her left...

Candace was 'way too far along to stop; Rick's efforts at masturbation had her going seriously. Pulling Rick's head to hers, she whispered, "I'm gonna cum, Honey -- but if I make my usual loud noises, your mother will freak and Toby will lose out -- so cover my mouth, please? Don't let me scream..."

"Turn your head away," Rick murmured back, "or she'll see it and know, anyway..."

Candace nodded, sucking in a gasp, "Soon..."

Rick nodded. Candace's eyes were getting wilder and wilder... He slipped his finger into her vaginal opening -- gaping long since in anticipation -- and her mouth opened...

Rick applied his left hand to her mouth, continuing to minister to her cunt with his right. Candace stiffened; her legs drew up and she planted them on the lounger while grasping the sides with her hands, every muscle rigid while she screamed a silent scream of completion into Rick's hand, her pelvis bucking against his fingers, her eyes locked on Beth's.

Beth was under no illusions as to what Candace was doing; the whites showing all the way around her eyes as she surged and clutched the lounger made things clear. But Beth wasn't telling; Beth was getting her sensitive breasts mauled -- and Lon had already stuck a hand between her legs and run a finger up and down her itchy quim! At this point, the sole question on her mind was, 'How much can we get away with?' She wanted Lon's cock, BAD -- in her hands, in her mouth, and -- most importantly -- between her legs! Sun block was a mere excuse -- and a poor one, at that, given Lon's areas of concentration in applying it! Currently, she had two VERY well-oiled titties, and a quim that was oily inside and out! Of course, the inside was her own lube...