A grieving man gets help from his Mom and Mother-in-law

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“Helen! That’s my son you’re talking about. I…I…don’t want him sprouting anything because of me.”

“Oh relax Madi,” Helen chuckled, the flustered look on Madi’s face was priceless. “He’s a virile young man, just because he’s your son doesn’t mean you can’t take it as a compliment if he gets aroused.”

Helen had to practically drag Madison from the bedroom only to find the front room empty. Sounds coming from the back near the pool told them where John was. When Helen started heading that way she noticed Madison hadn’t followed. Turning she saw her standing in the same spot she’d been in with a frown etched on her brow. Stepping back over to her Helen placed her arm around Madison’s waist and gently steered her to the patio doors.

“Trust me sweetie, John is gonna love you in this suit.”

“I’m not so sure of that,” Madison hedged.

“You look fantastic honey, so stop dawdling and get your fine ass out there,” Helen commanded, giving her a gentle pat on the butt.

John was hovering over a serving cart fixing drinks for everyone when he noticed them come through the glass door leading out to the pool area. Helen led the way but when she stepped aside and he got his first glimpse of his mother he almost dropped the bottle of vodka he was holding. For the briefest of moments he thought he was looking at his late wife. The swimsuit his mom was wearing was one of Kathy’s favorites; only she’d never filled it out quite like his mother was doing right now. Blood rushed to his cock instantly creating a tent in the front of his baggy beige swim trunks that didn’t go unnoticed by either woman. Quickly recovering he turned his attention back to mixing up a batch of screwdrivers telling them to have a seat while his heart pounded in his chest.

Helen glanced back and shot Madison a knowing smile. A flush appeared on Madison’s face as her eyes locked onto her son’s bulge. “God, he must be huge” she thought, swiftly becoming disgusted that she would even think something like that about her own son. Her heart beat faster and her breathing became erratic before she was able to tear her eyes off the front of his trunks. Following Helen over to a group of chaise lounges she took a seat and waited for John to bring their drinks.

With his hands trembling slightly he carried two tall glasses over, handing Helen hers first, before going and standing in front of his mother. Holding out her glass he couldn’t take his eyes off the soft white tops of her breasts overflowing out of the swimsuit.

“John, honey?” Madison said softly.

“Yeah Mom?” he mumbled back, his eyes never wavering from her chest.

“My eyes are up here sweetie,” she replied, unable to prevent her nipples from stiffening as her son’s eyes devoured her exposed flesh.

“Oh, sorry Mom,” he stammered slowly backing away. “I think we need more ice.”

Giggling Helen leaned over and whispered, “Told you he’d like it,” as they watched him disappear into the house with the half full ice bucket.

She didn’t have to be told the obvious; her son’s lust-filled eyes had conveyed that tidbit of knowledge loud and clear. What wasn’t so obvious to her was why she’d gotten such a thrill out of having him molest her with his eyes. Her nipples were still painfully stiff and the dampness at her crotch continued to spread. Downing her drink in several large gulps she stood up and walked over to the serving cart.

“Well I’ll be damned! He got you hot just looking at you didn’t he?” Helen snickered.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Madison asked shyly, taking her seat, a fresh drink in her trembling hand.

“Don’t play coy with me, if your nipples were any harder they’d pop right off your tits. Admit it, your son just turned you on,” Helen continued.

“That’s nonsense,” Madison replied weakly.

“Is it Madi? Let me ask you this. When’s the last time you got laid? Can you even remember that far back?”

“I date…occasionally,” she mumbled.

“I’m not talking about dating, I’m talking about the last time you had your world rocked by a thick hard cock. I’m talking about the last time you got fucked so hard it took two days before you could walk normal again. That’s what I’m talking about,” Helen whispered conspiratorially.

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