Watching Them Grow – Part 2
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“Love, let me get you another margarita,” Cassie said as she lifted up the pitcher.
I tugged at the bottom of the bikini I was wearing. It was several sizes too large and I felt like it would slip off. Still, the woman made a mean margarita and I held my glass for a refill.
As I followed her out onto the deck that they’d recently put in, I felt a twinge of jealousy. Cassie had an hourglass figure. Her string bikini was a very sexy fit on her nicely proportioned hips. And the way her tits poked out would have made her husband horny for her, had he not been finishing up some work at the office. He was supposed to get off before dinner. I hoped he would make it. It would really disappoint Danny if his dad missed the boys’ little birthday party.
As I sat down in the lounge chair beside Cassie, I repositioned the bottoms and tugged at the strings on my back. Cassie was somewhere between a C and D cup, and on my best days I might fill out a B cup. This wasn’t one of those days, so the cloth hung loose across my chest.
As she saw me adjusting, my friend said, “Sorry about that. But it looks good on you.”
Cassie was so sweet. A bad liar, but sweet. “Thanks. It’s just nice being able to enjoy the sun without having to worry about work today.”
Tony and Danny were playing in the above-ground swimming pool that Dan had installed at the beginning of the summer around the same time as he’d had the deck put in. They were dressed appropriately for their birthday, in just their birthday suits. Both boys jumped into the water at the same time, folding themselves up into cannonballs as they splashed into the pool.
Cassie said, “Hard to believe they’re already eleven. Where the hell have the years gone? God, and what does that make me? Oh, Jesus, Sue. I’m thirty-five years old.”
I had just turned twenty-seven at the start of the summer, but was pretty sure Cassie didn’t need to be reminded of that. I played it safe, “And you look marvelous, girl.”
She did. Her boobs were still in pretty good shape, given that she had breastfed Danny when he’d been a baby. The girls still had some bounce left in them. Her hair was still a shiny blond. And when she walked, her hips swung back and forth seductively. She had it all, as far as I was concerned. A loving husband and a handsome son.
When I told her that, she blushed. “Aw, Sue, you’re right. I shouldn’t complain. Dan is good to me. And Danny is a great boy. I gotta say that Dan and I did good with him. He’s so freaking handsome and he’s only barely aware of it.”
I should have left the rest unsaid, but the margarita was heavy on the tequila. “You may have to lock him away in his room to keep the girls off him. He’s developing nicely.”
Cassie giggled into her glass. “God, don’t I know it? He’s so big for his age. Makes me glad he still lets me give him a bath sometimes.”
I nearly choked on my drink, “You still give Danny baths?”
Cassie’s eyes slid over to me. Was there a look of seductiveness there? “Sure, don’t you still bathe Ant?”
I shook my head. Sure, I let my little boy run around the house naked, but he’d started wanting to bathe himself about a year ago. “No. Does Danny still like those baths?”
Cassie winked, “Yeah, girl.” She leaned over and whispered, “His little cock sticks out four inches, can you believe it?”
I shook my head, even though I still vividly recalled watching him cum in Tony’s bed a few weeks earlier.
Cassie sat back in her chair. “It’s a shame Ant doesn’t let you bathe him anymore. He’s a very pretty boy, too.”
“I know. Before we know it, they’ll be in junior high and then high school.”
Cassie gulped the last of her drink down. “Don’t remind me, Sue. Let me enjoy looking at them the way they are today.”
She got up and added, “Come on, Dan didn’t put the pool in there just for Danny’s enjoyment. I’m going for a dip.” Sure enough, she jumped in the pool and splashed the boys as she landed. I drained my glass and followed her into the water.
As we splashed the boys and they splashed at us, we had fun. A bit after we joined them, Danny swam over to his mom and threw his hands around her neck as he gave her a bear hug. As he wrapped his legs around her, I couldn’t help wondering what Cassie felt as his dick pressed against her abdomen.
Before I could carry that thought any further, Tony squealed as he lunged for my neck. He’d always been affectionate as a little kid. But over the last year or so, he’d wanted more space and I suspected he only tolerated my kisses because it was the only holdover from when he was younger. Now, my heart sped up as he grabbed me around the neck. I wrapped my arms around his back and squeezed while letting myself sink in the water.
Tony clung tightly to me as our heads submerged. I opened my eyes to see that he was still looking at me. When I smiled, his own grin split his face from ear to ear. I couldn’t resist myself, and I leaned forward just enough to plant my lips on his.
We broke the surface, sputtering. Tony’s eyes had left my face and were staring at our bodies. I glanced down and saw the C-cup top had slipped over and my tits were exposed. Horrified, I glanced over to Cassie and Danny and they were spinning around the water, oblivious to the world as he still clung to her neck.
I whispered, “Swim suit’s a bit large, Ant. Sorry.”
As I moved the material back into place, I felt his boyhood press against my belly. As we joined the other two, spinning in the water, I just smiled down at my boy.
Finally, Cassie gasped, “Alright, you heathen. Your momma’s getting old. I gotta rest.”
As Danny watched his mom climb out of the pool, I gave Tony a wink and a quick peck on the lips before climbing out and following Cassie back over to the lounge chairs.
Cassie heaved a huge sigh as she sat down. “That was fun.” Glaring at her empty margarita glass, she said, “See, I bet if you asked, Ant would still let you bathe him. He’s still as affectionate as when he was little, I think.”
I smiled back at her, “Perhaps. We’ll see. Danny’s going to catch up with you, soon. He’s only a couple of inches shorter than you.”
She nodded, “I know.” Then she leaned over, “He got a boner when he was hugging me.”
After feeling Tony’s little boyhood against my skin in the water, it was all I could do to say, “Really? Oh, my God. What did it feel like?”
She giggled as our heads nearly touched, “Hard and soft. But then again, I imagine that’s what Dan felt like when he was that age.”
Perhaps Cassie realized that our conversation was treading into dangerous territory. She changed the subject as we talked about the fact that she and Dan were transferring Danny to private school in the fall. While our public school was hardly the worst, I didn’t blame them. I’d have done the same for Tony if I could afford it. Then we talked about the long hours Dan worked. I was thinking about getting up to get us another margarita when Cassie’s cell phone rang.
When she hung up, she smiled, “Dan’ll be home in an hour or so. He’s going to pick up food for our little party. So, no need to cook those damned hamburgers I got at the grocery store, after all.”
I said, “Sounds good. What about us getting another margarita?”
She looked at her empty glass longingly. “I wish. After our birthday dinner for the boys, Dan’s going to take me out dancing.”
I felt that lonely twinge I sometimes got when I saw how much Cassie and Dan loved each other. I’d never known that kind of love. The one boy who I thought I loved is the same boy who got me pregnant at fifteen. He moved away before I could tell him. And after that, my mom’s reaction had been so bad, I ultimately decided not to tell anyone about Tony’s father. None of the guys I’d dated since my baby was born had been worth a second or third date. And if it hadn’t been for the toys under my bed, I’d probably have gone crazy by now.
“That sounds lovely.” I may have been a little jealous, but I truly meant it. I liked seeing Cassie happy. And by almost any standard, Dan was a catch.
As I got up to refresh my drink, she said, “We could get in really late tonight. I was wondering if you’d mind watching the boys. You could stay here, sleep in the guest room tonight.”
I was not scheduled to work the next day, and I really enjoyed spending time at Cassie and Dan’s place. Their house was one of the nicest I’d seen. So, I nodded, “Yeah, that’d be fun. I’m sure Ant would love to spend the night with Danny, too.”
Cassie looked at the boys as they lounged in the water, their heads close together, talking. She said, “Do you think they, ah, fool around with each other?”
I followed her gaze. Their voices were too low to hear, but it was clear whatever they were talking about, they were having a good time. Enough time has passed since I’d watched Danny jacking the two of them off to come to terms with the idea of them experimenting with each other. I wondered how much Cassie knew or suspected.
“At that age, I suppose it’s possible,” I ventured as my answer. “Do you think they are?”
Cassie shrugged, “Maybe. They always have boners after they shower together.”
I wasn’t sure if that was an answer. I shrugged, “Who knows. When boys get to that age, you know they’re going to fool around. If Ant’s going to mess around with anyone, I’d rather it be Danny than anyone else.”
A look of relief passed over Cassie’s face. “Good point, Sue. I’m pretty sure when I tucked them into bed last week that they had been jacking off. I’m still not sure that’s what I saw, but you’re right. If they are, then better with each other than someone else.”
When Dan arrived, we all gathered in the dining room where we ate Chinese take-out. I don’t know how Dan managed to sit there, eating fried noodles so nonchalantly as if there was nothing strange about two women in string bikinis and two naked eleven-year-olds sitting at the table.
After dinner and cake, the boys went back out to swim while Dan and Cassie got dressed for their evening out. I went back to the lounge chair. I think I’d gotten a little sun, earlier. Sitting in the shade, even in the ill-fitting swimsuit, felt nice.
When Dan and Cassie made an appearance, I did a double-take. Cassie wore a beautiful, red dress that showed off her cleavage and figure to her full advantage. Dan wore a sports coat with a tie that matched his wife’s dress nearly perfectly.
He said, “Thanks, Sue, for staying over. Hopefully, those two hellions won’t give you any shit.”
Cassie put her hand on his arm. “They’ll behave, I’m sure.”
Dan laughed. “Before you civilized me, I was just as bad as those two little imps. If they get too bad, put `em in separate corners and tell them to stop playing with their peckers.”
“Dan!” Cassie gasped, as she giggled.
Dan pulled his wife into an embrace as he said, “When I was eleven, I couldn’t leave it alone. If my mom had told me I couldn’t touch it, I’d have died of embarrassment.”
Cassie steered her husband back toward the house, and said over her shoulder, “Don’t wait up. Sometimes we don’t come back until dawn!”
As the sun finally touched the horizon, the boys had enough of the pool. They came over and sat on the lounge chairs as they air dried. Tony said, “Can we watch a movie in the living room?”
“Sure. Is there one you have in mind?” I said.
I hadn’t heard of the movie, but it was available on Netflix, so I figured it would be okay. Back in the house, I grabbed a light blanket from one of the chairs and lay it over me as I sat down on one end of the couch. The boys grabbed a blanket from behind the couch and spread it over them. I briefly thought about going and putting something on other than the loose-fitting bikini, but as I looked at the boys’ smooth chests, rising above their blanket, I decided I was decent enough.
The movie was the typical comedy that seems to be written for an audience of twelve-year-olds. Fart jokes competed with ass-jokes to the point that I tuned it out and decided I had two gorgeous boys to enjoy looking at. As I gazed at Danny’s well-defined abs, I felt guilty until I realized that Cassie looked at him every day, and from what I could tell, she thought Tony was beautiful, as well. Which meant she’d been checking my boy out. Sliding my eyes over the two of them, I decided turn-about was only fair.
As the movie droned on, I noticed the boys were sitting almost on top of each other, hip to hip. At one point, Danny slid his right arm around Tony’s shoulder, almost in a hug. My son responded by shifting enough to drape his right arm across the bigger boy’s chest. The boys’ other arms were under the blanket and even though I could tell Danny was trying to be cautious, the blanket over his lap kept moving. I could just imagine him wanking his little boner, all the while thinking that I wasn’t seeing what he was doing. After a moment, the blanket stopped moving as he moved around a little. Then the blanket over Tony’s lap started moving.
I was so turned on, realizing my son was being jerked off. A bit more shifting happened and then the blanket over Danny resumed its motion. My pussy tingled as I realized my lovely little boy and his best friend were masturbating each other. Unbidden, one of my hands moved under my blanket. As my fingers moved aside the fabric from the bikini bottom, I realized that there was at least one benefit to a bottom several sizes too large. I played with my clit as I watched the blanket move around, the boys pretending they were watching the movie.
After a few minutes Tony looked toward me and, a moment later, his hand jerked out from under the blanket and he sat up straight, taking his other hand off Danny’s chest. Danny, reacting to Tony’s expression, pulled his hand out. They were worried they’d been caught playing around with each other.
I left my hand on my damp pussy as I wondered about what was going through their minds. No doubt, Tony was worried I’d busted him. All of this sex play had happened too fast for me to tell Tony what I thought of it. Of course, most mothers simply want to stick their head in the sand and pretend nothing is happening with their sons. Even Cassie, who really enjoyed looking at Danny, seemed to be in that camp, too.
I’d already made my peace with Tony and Danny experimenting with each other, and if their expressions were any indication as they pretended to watch the movie while stealthily glancing my way, it would be better if they knew I was okay with their sex play.
I cleared my throat and watched both boys jump. “Ant, don’t you and Danny take all of your showers together when he spends the night over at our place?”
A tint of red colored Tony’s face as he nodded.
“And, Danny, don’t you and Ant take all your showers over here together?”
Danny was looking at the TV as he nodded.
I regretted the need to pull my hand away from my damp pussy, but I scooted down on the couch until I was next to Tony, my blanket still strategically placed.
I placed my arm around Tony and rested it on Danny’s shoulder, “How many times have I seen you come out of the bath with your, ah, stiffy on display?”
He shrugged as his face turned red, “I dunno. Several, I guess.”
I looked over at Danny, “And how about you? You’re not exactly shy when you walk from the bathroom to the bedroom.”
Danny looked down, his face flushed, as an embarrassed grin spread across his features.
I told myself that they shouldn’t be ashamed of their bodies as I took hold of the edge of the blanket next to Tony and pulled at it. Neither boy did a thing to stop me from pulling it off them. Danny’s dick popped into view. His four inches throbbed in the air and a little bead of pre-cum glistened on his slit. Tony’s little trooper was pointed up at his belly. I told myself that every mother thinks the same thing as I thought, his little two and a half inches were the most beautiful thing in the world.
“There,” I said, “that’s more like it.”
Still blushing, Tony giggled, “Mom!”
Even as he spoke, I saw his eyes dart to my chest. The bikini top was where it was supposed to be. I tousled his brown hair. “You’re too beautiful to hide below a blanket, baby.”
I glanced over to Danny and said, “That goes for both of you.”
Both of them sat back and seemed to enjoy letting their boyhoods wave proudly.
It’s funny. For the last couple of years, Tony has wanted his privacy with his baths and showers, but has never been bothered by walking around naked at home. I gather the same is more or less true for Danny, as well. I’ve seen my baby’s erection dozens of times. But having been caught jacking off under the blanket, they were embarrassed.
I straightened my bikini bottoms, spread my hand over them to make sure they did what they were supposed to, and then set the blanket down on the couch as I knelt in front of those gorgeous boys. I put a hand on both of their bare knees, “Ant, Danny, there’s nothing wrong with playing with yourselves.”
Tony’s head fell to his chest, “Oh, you saw us?”
I ignored the tiny part of me that wanted to take his delightful boyhood in my hand. That simply wouldn’t do. Instead, I moved my hand to his chest and rubbed him there for a moment, “It’s hard to be subtle when you’re eleven and horny.”
“Horny?”
Danny leaned forward, and my hand slid halfway up his leg. He said, “Yeah. She means sexy, Ant. And we’re sexy!”
“Oh,” my boy said.
Danny stopped moving forward when my hand was on his upper thigh, only a few inches away from his pole. He ran his right arm around Tony’s shoulder and then gripped his own dick. He was looking at me, as though seeking my approval. I should have moved my hand back, but I just nodded as he slowly started to jack off.
It took another moment, but Tony’s desires eventually overcame his reluctance to do something with me kneeling before him, and he put his thumb and forefinger around his boyhood and started to stroke himself.
I stood and gave Danny a quick peck on the lips and then kissed Tony, too. I let myself linger a couple of seconds longer, pressed against my son’s warm, dry lips before returning to my seat. I pulled the blanket back over me and went back to massaging my engorged clit.
After a few minutes, Danny made a mewing sound. I knew he was getting close as he stroked his boycock. He leaned back as his strokes became faster and harder.
“Ah, Oh, Ung,” he groaned as his hips shook and his clear semen splattered against his chest and tummy.
I couldn’t help myself, I pulled my hand away from my clit and gave him a little applause.
Danny giggled, “Thanks, Susan. You’re the best.”
Tony and I were so close to Danny and his parents. Truly best friends. Over the past few years, I had always been Susan to Danny and his parents were Dan and Cassie to Tony.
While I’d seen it before, from the hole in the wall, I was still surprised when Tony’s desire overrode his fear of my reaction. He stopped jacking off and leaned over and used his lips and tongue to clean Danny’s spunk off the larger boy’s chest.
When my baby was done, he glanced back at me, his face a bright red. As he gripped his little cock, he said, “It tastes sweet.”
Tony’s action seemed to ease both boy’s nerves. Danny reached over and pushed my son’s hand away from his dick as he took over. This time I could watch without having to hide. I fingered myself as Danny’s fingers flew up and down Tony’s little rod.
It didn’t take long for my baby to start moaning, “Ah, Ah! Oh, God, eeee.”
The last note was as high pitched as I’d ever heard. Tony’s body shook from the power of his cum. As he came down from his orgasm, Danny had put both arms around him and was hugging him and kissing his cheek.
Tony must have forgot I was there, because he turned and started kissing Danny on the lips. It wasn’t long before the bigger boy slipped his tongue into my son’s mouth and they were Frenching. I’d never stopped playing with my pussy, but as they kissed, I was incredibly turned on.
Eventually both boys gripped the other’s dicks and they started jacking off again. Somewhere around this time, I came. I cried out so loud as my fingers grabbed my pussy, both boys jumped and turned to me. I flashed them a smile and said, “I’m good. Don’t let me stop you.”
I don’t think my son had any idea what I’d been doing, but Danny gave me the occasional glance as his hand slid up and down Tony’s boyhood.
After they came again, it was getting late. I made sure they brushed their teeth before bed. And then I slept like a dead woman, still in the borrowed swimsuit.
End of part 2