Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II

... I want to hook up with you or something? You’re family, that’s disgusting. Forget swimming. I’m going to go get dressed, we can just hang out until my mom gets home. I need to hook up my x-box, then we can play video games.”

“I don’t play video games,” she called.

“The point is, we will do something that doesn’t require a swimsuit.”

“But I want to go swimming.”

“Then let’s go. It’s okay, we’re family. I promise you, I won’t look. If it will make you feel any better, I’ll skinny dip.”

I heard a giggle from behind the door. “Stop messing with me.”

“I’m serious, I’ll be nude.” I peeled off my trunks and hung them on the door knob. “Here’s my suit, come out when you’re ready.”

I padded out to the pool and dove in.

I was having second thoughts about the whole operation. Maybe she was a little self-righteous, but she did seem like an honestly wholesome girl. If my resentment was about her mom, maybe I was dumping the sins of the parents on their children. Doubts raged through my mind. I floated in the pool and wondered if I should call it off.

Cora didn’t appear. I wandered back inside. I could hear Cora in the bathroom talking on her cell phone with one of her girl pals.

“Yeah, he seems okay. A little scrawny but a nice guy . . . I’m staying for dinner tonight . . . we were going to go swimming but I forgot my suit, I wanted to borrow one but you know her, all she had were these trashy suits . . . gawd, she’s such a slut . . . I don’t know, we might ...

... just skinny dip . . . Him? I doubt it, probably has a tiny dick . . . I probably wouldn’t even feel it going in . . . whatever. Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

Tiny dick. I lost all sympathy I had gained for her.

I got out of the house and back in the pool just in time for Cora to emerge wrapped in a towel and nothing else.

“Turn around until I am in the water,” she ordered.

I complied and a second later a soaking wet nerf ball bounced off the side of my head.

We threw the ball at each other a few times and she modestly kept her shoulders below the water.

I ducked under the water once and opened my eyes. Her body looked like a younger version of my mom’s. Her hips were a little slimmer and her breasts a little smaller, but the same basic plan.

Time to up the ante. I intentionally “missed” a throw and sent it sailing out into the grass beyond our reach.

“I’m not getting out to get that,” Cora said.

“No problem.” I dove under the water and swam slowly over to the side of the pool, giving my cock a couple of tugs to get it a little hard. I retrieved the ball making sure she got a full look at my cock. I threw her the ball, then walked back slowly.

Cora’s eyes were locked on my cock the whole way back. Her stare gave me a surge and I was almost half way to full mast when I dove back into the water.

“Throw me the ball,” I said.

That evil smirk that I had seen on my mom crawled across Cora’s face. It must run in the family. She threw the ball back ...