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Brad sat on the couch, angry that he had to be here at this wake. He wanted to be with his high school buddies at the swimming hole. Yes, he thought it was horrible that his father’s co-worker died in that accident, but he only met the guy and his wife once.

The only saving grace to this was getting to look at Cindy, the daughter of the deceased. He hadn’t seen or even thought of her since she graduated two years ago. Although she didn’t even know he existed, he remembered her from when he was a Sophomore at the high school. He would be senior when he went back this fall.

She was part of the elite, the untouchables. She was like a goddess in his eyes. One of the cheerleaders dating the star wide receiver, Derrick. He got an instant boner every time he just caught a glimpse of her.

Today was no exception as he spied her across the room. He kept his hand over his lap to hide his excitement. He couldn’t believe that she seemed to be even more beautiful than he remembered. He thought it should be against the law for a girl to be that hot and sexy.

She was over two years older than he was, but at their age, it might as well be a hundred years older. He knew he would never have a chance with her, but it certainly didn’t stop him from gawking at her. He knew that sometime later that night he’d be wanking away in some sexual fantasy with her in his mind.

"Oh, there you are, honey. Your dad needs you to talk with Marsha. I mean, Mrs. Johnston. Mr. Johnston’s wife, his widow…" his mother said and then sniffled, trying to hold back more tears.

Brad let out a long sigh, ensuring that he kept a hand over the front of his pants as he stood up.

"Ok, mom. Can we go after that?" he said annoyed.

"Brad! Show some respect," she said and sniffled again wiping her nose with the worn tissue in her hand.

Brad rolled his eyes and said, "Sorry, mom," he said as he felt his boner twitch as he caught another glimpse of Cindy out of the corner of his eyes.

"I think they’re over there. Follow me, Brad," his mother said and started walking across the room to where he had just seen Cindy.

Brad followed his mother through the crowd of people across the room being careful to keep his hand covering himself. Thankfully he was relaxing as he waded through the people behind his mother.

"I found him, honey," his mother said as she stepped up beside his father, Charlie.

"Oh good. Thanks, Fran," his father said and then smiled at Brad.

"Brad, please come here and pay your respects to Mrs. Johnston," his father said.

"Oh Charlie, there’s no need to be so formal. You’re like family to me. It’s Marsha," Marsha said and smiled at Brad. "It’s so nice to see you, Brad," and offered her hand to him.

Brad took her hand and shook it and said, "It’s nice to see you too, Mrs. Johnston," as he looked at her. Now he remembered her when they came for dinner. He thought she was so pretty then and now.

"Brad, as I just said. It’s Marsha, please," she said smiling warmly at him and adding her other hand to their grasp.

There was something about Marsha that made him feel very comfortable. Maybe it was her warm smile or perhaps the twinkle in her eyes. Or perhaps it was the fact that even though she was an older woman, she looked beautiful.

Even in her black funeral attire, the front was low cut enough to show plenty of cleavage and clung to her nice slender body. Her smile was contagious.

"I think you may have gone to school with Frank’s daughter, my step-daughter Cindy. Didn’t he?" Marsha said as she pulled her hands away and turned to Cindy standing right next to her now.

Brad couldn’t help it as he felt a boner coming on as he turned and looked at Cindy.

"Oh my God, Brad? Of course I remember you. I remember you played trombone in the band. Weren't you on the swimming team too? Wow, you’ve really filled out since way back then. How have you been?" she said and then stepped right up to him and hugged him.

"Oh my God. She knows my name and who I am," he thought to himself as he got a full-blown boner as she hugged him tightly against her. He couldn’t believe that she was hugging him as he hesitantly raised his arms up and gently placed them on her back.

She giggled in his ear and said, "Wow, I’m glad to see you too," and giggled some more, causing his cock to flex even harder between them.

As they pulled away from the hug, Brad quickly moved his hand down in front of him to hide his boner. He noticed that Cindy took a quick glance down at his hand in front of his trousers and smiled.

"Anyway, Brad. Mrs… I mean, Marsha wanted to ask a favor of you," his dad said.

"Oh?" Brad said and then looked at Marsha who was still smiling at him.

"Yes, honey. Unfortunately with Frank’s passing and with Cindy now away at college, I’m going to need to move out of the house. I was wondering if you might be able to help me pack things up for the move and get the house ready to sell. Cindy has to drive back to the college in the morning to get to her summer session registration in the afternoon. Your father said, that you needed a job for this summer and I’ll gladly pay you for your help. What do you think? Would you mind helping an old lady out?" she asked.

"Well, ummm… Sure, I guess I could do that," Brad replied.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much, Brad," Marsha said and suddenly stepped right up to him and gave him a tight hug.

Brad had to move his hand from between them and hug her back. His cock was still hard from hugging Cindy. Now he could feel Marsha’s boobs rubbing right against his chest causing his cock to flex more between them.

'Oh my goodness. Is that an erection? Does he have an erection?' she thought to herself as she felt something hard between them pressing up against her. 'Oh my, it is. He does have an erection and oh my, it feels big. Really big,' she continued to think as she felt it flex between them.

She hadn’t felt a hard dick in years. It sent a warmth through her body that she hadn’t felt in quite some time. She pulled away from the hug and glanced down, catching just a glimpse before Brad hid it with his hand.

"So, Brad. Would it be ok if Cindy came over to pick you up in a couple of hours? I’d like to get a fresh start early in the morning. If it’s ok for you to spend the night? Actually, I’m going to need you all week if you could just stay? If not, I guess I could pick you up each morning and bring you back at the end of the day," she said.

"Well, yeah. I guess that’s alright. I mean… You know, just stay with you if that’s ok with my mom and dad," he said as he felt his cock flex more behind his hand.

"Of course," his dad said.

"Yes, of course. That would be fine," his mom said.

"Oh thank you. Thank you both so much. And you too, Brad. Oh, by the way, pack a swimming suit. We have a pool. We won’t work tonight, but I’ll show you around and the things that I need your help with. After that we can relax in the pool or the hot tub, if you prefer that," she said and smiled that beautiful smile of hers again.

"Wow. Ok. That sounds cool," Brad said.

"Oh, thank you. Let me get another hug, honey. You give the best hugs," she said and without delay hugged him tightly to her again. "You do give the best hugs. I’m probably going to need lots of them this week," she said as she once again felt his hardness moving between them.

"Well, I guess I’ll see you in a few hours. You can just wear your swimming suit when you come over later, then you won’t have to change if you want to," she said, smiling at him and again glanced down at the front of his trousers.

"Well, I’ll see you in a couple of hours, Brad. Thanks for helping," Cindy said and she hugged him again too. She giggled when Brad flexed his cock again between them.

Brad couldn’t believe this was happening as he quickly covered himself when he and Cindy pulled away from their hug.

"So, can we go now?" Brad asked looking back and forth between his parents.

"Yes, son. We’re going to go now. I’m proud of you, Brad. That was very nice of you to offer to help Mrs. Johnston. Especially now with what she must be going through with Frank’s passing," his father said.

When they got home, Brad almost ran to his room. He still had a boner and needed to jack off before he would burst. As soon as he closed the door to his room, he unzipped his fly and fished his hard cock out through his zipper.

He started stroking his cock as he walked towards his bed. He closed his eyes imagining what Cindy would look like in her bikini at the pool. Her gorgeous long blonde hair hanging down to just above her sexy ass. He wondered if she’d have a bikini-style bottom or a thong over that ass of hers.

"Oooh, fuck," he moaned out as he thought of her ass. "Please be a thong, please be a thong," he said out loud as he stroked his hardness even faster. Then he wondered what kind of top she would have. He couldn’t wait to see her beautiful breasts bouncing around in whatever top she wore.

"Oh God, oh God," he moaned out even louder as he imagined her removing her top as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He was getting so close to coming as he moaned out.

"Brad? Brad? What are you doing in there? You need to get a shower and packed up before Cindy gets here for you. Make sure you hang up your suit properly. Don’t throw it into a pile on the floor, Ok?" his mother said after knocking on his bedroom door.

'Oh shit,' he yelled out in his mind as he tried to quickly stuff his hard cock back into his pants in case his mother came inside. "Ok, mom. Ok," he yelled back.

"FUCK!" he said out loud as he heard his mother’s footsteps walk away.

Now that he lost his boner, he took off his suit jacket, opened his closet and hung it up. He pulled his trousers down and sat on the edge of his bed and removed his dress shoes. He pulled his trousers off and hung them up. He put his shoes away and went to the bathroom in just his boxers.

After his shower, he started packing his things up. He couldn’t help it as he continued to get spontaneous boners as thoughts of Cindy kept entering his mind. He still couldn’t believe that she actually remembered him and that she knew his name. He thought that he was completely invisible to her.

After he packed up his things, he remembered that Marsha said that he should just wear his swimming suit when he came over. He pulled his boxers off and threw them into the hamper. He thought about that hug Marsha gave him. He remembered how he got a boner from it.

He shook his head as he closed his eyes remembering it. 'God, did I really get a boner from an old lady like that?' he thought as his cock started to grow and straighten in front of him. "Oh, shit. Really? I’m getting a boner right now thinking about her?" he said at the realization and opened his eyes and looked down at his hard cock flexing on its own, sticking straight out in front of him.

He wrapped a hand around it. He stroked it slowly as he remembered Marsha hugging him tightly and telling him what a good hug he gave. "Oooooh," he moaned out softly as he remembered her nice big breasts pushing into him. "Ooooh, Marsha," he moaned out softly as he remembered her smile and her eyes when she looked at him. "Oh, God," he moaned again as he remembered her eyes. That twinkle in them that he couldn’t even describe, but turned him on to no end.

'Oh shit! What the fuck am I doing jacking off to an old lady!' he thought to himself and let go of his cock.

He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of swimming trunks. Then he thought that he should probably pack a few pairs since he’d be staying all week. He pulled out two more pair of trunks. Then he saw his speedo. He smiled to himself as he remembered Cindy mentioning it. He wondered if he could wear it. Would Cindy like that? Would Marsha like that?

His cock flexed hard as he thought of himself, wearing that speedo with both Cindy and Marsha staring at his hard cock. He knew what happened when he got a boner in his speedo.

He pulled the speedo out and pulled it up until his hard cock prevented him from pulling it up further. He grabbed his cock with one hand, while pulling the speedo straight out with the other and stuffed his cock in.

"Oooooh," he moaned out and squeezed his boner in his hand, deciding there was no way that he could wear that in front of them. He knew he’d be hard before he even went out to the pool. His cock flexed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He glanced at the clock radio on his nightstand. He knew Cindy would be picking him up in the next fifteen minutes.

His thoughts of Cindy picking him up soon made his cock flex harder in the speedo. He ran his fingertips over the length of his cock over his speedo after closing his eyes.

"Oh, Brad, is this nice big cock for me?" imagining it was her running her fingers over his cock.

"BRAD! BRAD! Cindy’s here!" he heard his mother yell from downstairs.

"SHIT! She’s early," he said out loud opening his eyes to see his cock flexing hard and now creating a wet spot at the tip. "Oh fuck," he said realizing he needed to change. No way he could wear that speedo.

He quickly opened his dresser again and grabbed the first pair of shorts he could find. He quickly changed into them and just threw the speedo on the bed, grabbed his suitcase. He tried pushing his cock down with his free hand as he went downstairs to meet Cindy.

"There he is. Are you ready?" Cindy said as he turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs entering the dining room.

"Oh, hi Cindy. Yeah, I’m ready," he said as he noticed her looking down at his hand over the front of his suit and smiling.

"Great. Let’s go then," she said and turned around. "Nice seeing you again and I’ll probably see you next weekend. Bye," she said and walked to the back door.

Brad followed behind her carrying his suitcase with one hand and covering his front with the other. "Bye, mom. Bye, dad," he said as Cindy opened the back screen door.

"Bye. Give us a call if you need anything or forgot anything," his mother said.

They walked outside and down the back door steps to the driveway. Brad’s cock was going wild as he walked behind Cindy. She was wearing the smallest pair of cut off jean shorts that he’d ever seen and a bikini top.

"Thanks again for helping my step-mom. I wish I could stay and help her, but college has to come first. We’d still need a man for some of the stuff anyway, so I’m sure glad that you’re helping, Brad," she said, turned and looked at him as she stopped behind the trunk of her little Corolla.

"No problem," Brad said still trying to keep his hardness hidden from her, but finding it to be more and more difficult.

She opened up her trunk and said, "Put it in here," as she leaned over, exposing the bottom cheeks of her sexy ass to him.

'Oh God, I’d love to put it there,' he thought to himself as she moved some things around in the trunk.

He started to lift his suitcase up and realized he’d need to use both hands. He reluctantly moved the hand covering his boner and put the suitcase in the trunk.

Cindy watched him and as he stood back up straight, she looked right at his tented swimming suit and giggled.

"I see that you're happy to see me again," she said, giggling as she stared right at his tented shorts.

Brad turned red in embarrassment and quickly covered himself with his hand again. Cindy turned and walked to the driver’s seat and got in. Brad walked to the passenger’s side, but when he tried to open the door it was locked.

"Ooops, I’m sorry," Cindy said, giggling. Then she leaned way over, placing one hand on the passenger seat and reaching over to unlock the door with her other hand.

'Oh my God!' Brad screamed out in his head as he could see right down her skimpy bikini top almost to her nipples.

He opened the door and sat down, making sure he kept one hand covering himself. She started the car up as he shut his door. She smiled at him and then glanced down at his hand in his lap again and giggled.

She put the car in reverse and moved her arm over the back of the seat, her hand right behind his head. As she was backing out of the driveway, she said, "Why’d you look so surprised when I remembered you from school earlier? I mean, it looked like you were really surprised."

"I don’t know. I just never thought you even knew I existed. I mean… You know, you were a senior and a cheerleader and so popular," he said kind of embarrassed and started to blush.

Her hand came up onto the back of his head and ruffled his hair as she giggled.

"Well, honestly, I had to ask Derrick who you were. You remember Derrick, don’t you?" she said as she brought her hand back to the steering wheel after putting the car into drive. "Remember, you were on the swim team together."

"Yeah, I remember him. He was the star wide receiver and your boyfriend," Brad said looking down at the floorboard between his feet.

"Yeah, he was. Live and learn. He turned out to be the biggest asshole and cheater. I mean, I suspected all along, but he always denied it until I actually caught him at the prom with his dick in Lori’s mouth in Mrs. Sanders classroom!" she said.

"What? Are you fucking serious?" Brad said as he turned and looked at her. He was angry that he would do that to her.

She laughed and said, "Glad I found out then, before I went to college. What a fucking joke. He was always bragging about how lucky I was to have him and his ‘big dick’, pfffft," she said using her fingers with an air quote when she said big dick.

She started laughing and turned and looked at Brad and said, "Well, one thing's for sure. He WAS the biggest dick, but that’s got nothing to do with the size of his cock," and she laughed more still looking at Brad and then she glanced down to his lap again.

"I’m sorry, Cindy," Brad said for lack of knowing what else to say.

She giggled again and then said, "No need for you to be sorry, Brad. I mean it’s not your fault… That your cock is so much bigger than his," and looked at him and winked.

"What?" he said.

She laughed and said, "Well, ok. I have to admit that at the time, Derrick’s cock was the biggest one that I’d seen. Of course, I hadn’t seen many before that and I obviously haven’t actually seen yours either, but I that's why I asked Derrick who you were back then. I know you were only a sophomore, but in that speedo, well, it sure looked to me like you could give Derrick some competition! I sure felt it when we hugged and the size of the tent you make with it. You have grown so much since then. Your whole body and your dick. How big is it, Brad?" and turned and looked at him and then down to his lap again, smiling.

Brad now turned beet red. He couldn’t believe that she was talking about his cock and asking him what size it was.

"I don’t know," he said looking at the floor again.

"Oh bullshit, Brad. Every guy in the world knows exactly how big their fucking cock is. How big is it, Brad? Or do you want me to guess?" she said and then reached over and pulled his hand away from his lap.

His cock flexed as it stuck straight up in his lap in his trunks. She looked at it smiling and then back to the road. She moved her hand over and grabbed it the best she could over his trunks and asked, "Should I guess?" and giggled.

His cock flexed a couple of times in the grasp of her hand.

"Oh my. I’d say… Seven? Seven and a half? Am I close?" she said as she squeezed it in her hand.

"Oh God, Cindy," he moaned out and felt like he could cum right then and there.

She let go of him and said, "Don’t you cum in my car, Brad," and laughed. Then she asked again, "So how big is it. Spill it. Was I right?"

"Eight and a half," he said.

"Oh. My. God. Are you fucking serious?" she asked and looked at him wide-eyed then immediately back down to his crotch.

He shook his head up and down, confirming his statement.

"I’ve got to see that. I’ve got to see it. You’re going to let me see it, right? Brad?" she said and again grabbed his cock over his trunks.

"Cindy. Oh, God," he moaned out.

"Oops, sorry. Don’t cum in my car. I just had to feel it again," she said and giggled. "Seriously though, are you going to show me?" she asked again.

"Here?" he asked shocked at her request.

She laughed and said, "No. Of course not. I don’t want to get pulled over. Hell, the whole damn town might see it if you pulled that monster out in the car," she said giggling. "At mom’s house later, Ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean if you really want to," Brad replied, feeling a little self-conscious and overwhelmed.

A couple more minutes went by and Cindy pulled into the driveway. She shut the car off and popped the trunk. They both got out and walked around to the trunk.

As Brad pulled his suitcase out of the trunk and stood there with his trunks tented out. Cindy reached out and grabbed his cock again, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "You’ve got to show me this thing tonight. I’m leaving in the morning you know," then she let go of him, but added, "Of course, you might want to cover yourself when we get inside in front of mom," and giggled more.

Brad blushed again and quickly covered his tent with his hand as she closed the trunk. They walked up the sidewalk to the front porch and up the steps. She opened the door and held the door open for him. He walked inside and Cindy followed him in and closed the door.

"We’re home, mom. Brad’s here," she yelled out into the room. "You’re going to have to sleep on the couch, at least tonight. There’s only two bedrooms. Actually, there is three, but the one by my room was converted to a crafts room. You can stay in my room after I leave," she said.

"Hi, Brad. Thanks again for coming. I’m so happy to have your help. Please make sure that you thank your parents again for me," Marsha said as she walked into the living room in a one-piece swimming suit.

Brad’s cock flexed at the sight of her. Even though she was an older woman and was only wearing a one-piece suit, it certainly showed off her body. It was a sheen light blue suit. The top had spaghetti straps and the front plunged down past her belly button. Her breasts were much bigger than Cindy's and this bathing suit showed plenty of her cleavage. He could see plenty of side boob and could see her nipples poke through the thin material.

The bottom portion had a really high cut, showing the sides of her waist. Her legs seemed to go on forever and were nice and toned and tanned as she approached him with that gorgeous smile of hers. Her eyes twinkled at him as she said, "Welcome, Brad. Let me get one of those wonderful hugs of yours. Put that suitcase down," and stepped right in front of him and hugged him tightly.

He had to move his hand from the front of his swimming suit again. His cock flexed hard as she hugged him tightly into her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt. Even better than before now wearing her swimming suit as his hard cock flexed uncontrollably between them.

"Mmmmm, you give the best hugs, Brad," she said, almost moaning into his ear.

She couldn’t believe the massive erection that she felt from this young man. There was no doubt about what she felt now. The tingle in her nether regions was prominent. A feeling that she hadn’t had in so long. She knew it was wrong to feel this way in the arms of this young man, but she couldn’t help it as she felt her pussy moisten more. Her nipples getting more erect with every flex of the large phallus between them.

Cindy giggled as she watched them hugging. Cindy almost felt a little jealous as she knew what was happening between them.

"Ummmm, mom? Mom? Should I show Brad the rest of the house and where he should put his things?" Cindy said and couldn’t suppress the giggle that left her lips.

"Oh, oh, yes. Of course, Cindy," Marsha said as she reluctantly pulled away and immediately looked down between their bodies before he again covered his excitement.

She closed her eyes momentarily and then said, "Cindy, will you pull the sofa bed out for Brad? Then show him the house so he knows where everything is. I’m gonna get us some refreshments and snacks and then we can relax at the pool or the hot tub, alright?"

"Sure, mom," Cindy replied and giggled again.

"Thank you, Mrs. Johnston," Brad said.

Marsha looked at him sternly and said, "Now, Brad. What did I tell you about that? It’s Marsha. Marsha, alright?" and then smiled at him.

"Sorry, Marsha," Brad said.

Marsha giggled and said, "It’s ok, Brad. Just don’t do it again or I might have to spank you," and giggled.

"MOTHER!" Cindy said and then started laughing. "Oh my God, I could just see you trying to give Brad a spanking," she said and then started laughing more and shaking her head.

"Hah, keep it up, young lady. I could give you a spanking too, you know," Marsha said and laughed out loud.

"Pffft. Yeah, right. I don’t think so," Cindy said then turned to Brad and asked, "You want to help me pull the sofa out?"

"Sure," Brad said.

Brad grabbed his suitcase and followed Cindy over to the couch. He set his suitcase down at the end of the couch and asked, "Should I just leave this here or is there somewhere else I should put it?"

"It’s up to you. It’s fine there or you could put it in my room for the rest of the week. It would be out of the way if it was in my room, but it doesn’t matter," she said then she added, "I actually emptied out a few drawers for you since I knew you were staying."

"Oh, cool Thanks. Probably best to get this out of the way then," he said and picked up the suitcase.

"Ok. I guess I’ll show you my room first then," she said and pointed across the room to a hallway.

They walked to the hallway and into the first door on the left. They walked in and Cindy said, "You can put your suitcase on top of that dresser. I emptied the drawers on the righ- hand side."

"Ok," Brad said and lifted his suitcase up, placing it on top of the dresser.

Cindy came up beside him as he unzipped the suitcase.

"Where’s the bathroom, Cindy. I really have to pee," he asked.

"Oh, it’s right there. I have a sliding side door to it, but there’s also a regular door to the hallway too," she said.

"Thanks," he said and walked across the room to the bathroom door when he heard Cindy say, "Do you need a hand?" and then giggled.

Brad’s cock immediately flexed at the thought and he stopped and looked over his shoulder at her and said, "I think I can handle it on my own," and chuckled.

She giggled and said, "I’m sure you can and I’m sure you have many, many times but… Isn’t it always better when someone else gives you hand?" and stuck her tongue out at him.

His cock flexed hard and he said, "Cindy. God, you’re driving me crazy," and covered the front of his trunks.

"Well, it goes both ways and remember… I’m only here till tomorrow morning and remember what you promised," she said looking down at his hand in front of him.

"I know, I know. I will, but your mom is going to be waiting for us now, isn’t she?" he said.

"That’s true. You’re right. Hey, seriously, do you want me to put your things away while you go to the bathroom?" Cindy asked.

"Sure, if you want to. I mean, I can do it, but you can if you want to," Brad said and then walked into the bathroom and closed the sliding door.

Cindy pulled Brad’s suitcase open and grabbed some shorts and put them in a drawer. Then she put his t-shirts in another drawer. As she finished putting his clothes away, she realized that she didn't see any underwear.

She couldn't help it as she giggled and thought, 'No wonder you can see his big cock so easily,' as Brad came back in from the bathroom.

"Did you have any trouble handling everything? Did you have to use two hands?" she said and giggled.

He couldn’t help laughing. He also couldn’t believe that Cindy was like this and that he was feeling more and more comfortable around her. Before, just the sight of her put him into a frenzy and he couldn’t even talk. His tongue would get completely twisted and he sounded like a bumbling idiot.

"I got your clothes all put away. They're all in these drawers," she said moving her hand down the right side of the dresser.

"Wow, thanks, Cindy," he said, amazed at how quickly she had taken care of his things.

"Well, I’m good with my hands. So, I’ll give you hand whenever you need one, Brad," she said giggling.

"Oh my God, you just never stop. Do you, Cindy?" he said laughing as his cock started to swell again.

"Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it, Brad. I know you do," she said giggling looking right at his crotch.

"Well, maybe," he said laughing as his cock flexed.

"Oh come on," she said and reached out and palmed his hard cock over his shorts.

His cock flexed hard against her hand. "God, Brad, you're driving me crazy with your big dick. How about a quick preview?" she said as she then clutched the middle of his cock over his shorts. "Please," she said as she moved right into him and kissed him quickly on the lips.

'Oh my God!' he screamed in his head as his cock got even harder and flexed in her clutch. It was his biggest dream in the world come true. He had Cindy in his arms and he was kissing her and she was kissing him back. He brought his hands up to her face and pulled away from the kiss.

He looked right into her eyes and said, "Cindy?"

"Yes, Brad," she answered back.

"Is this for real?" he asked expecting that it couldn’t be and that suddenly he would be at the end of some horrific joke.

"What? I’ve always thought you were cute. Why do you think I asked Derrick way back then who you were?" she said and then she kissed him again on the lips gently and pulled back. "And now… Now you’re going to be a senior and you’ve grown. You’ve filled out and are way beyond just cute. I admit that I’m kinda dating someone right now at the college, but it’s not serious. I mean, we haven’t even had sex," she said.

"Oh God, Cindy," he said and then he kissed her with passion, sliding his tongue between their lips.

After a few more seconds, Cindy pulled away and said, "Brad. We have to stop or we’re gonna do something that is gonna get us in big trouble. My mom’s waiting. We don’t want to both get a spanking do we?" and then they both started laughing.

They pulled apart from each other and then Cindy let go of his cock, but slid her hand up to the top of his shorts.

"Come on, Brad, just one really quick look. PLEASE," she said as her other hand came up and unzipped his fly.

"Cindy? Oh God, Cindy," he moaned, but scared as she reached into his fly and grabbed his hardness in the middle and started tugging.

"It's too big," she said giggling. "I can't get it out," she added and then quickly unbuttoned the button at the top of his shorts and they fell right down.

"Oh my God, Brad!' she gasped as she looked at his hard cock bobbing up and down in front of him. "Wow, Brad. Just... Wow!" she said as she reached out and wrapped her hand right around the middle of it.

"Oh fuck. Cindy, oooooh," he moaned out loud.

"SHHHHH!" she said as she slowly ran her hand up and down his length. "Oh my God, Brad. It's so big. Damn. Ok, ok, put that thing away, before we get in trouble," she said as she let go of it, but kept staring right at it.

Brad quickly pulled his shorts up and shoved his hard cock down inside of it. He zipped his fly, buttoned the top and then looked up at Cindy who was still staring at his crotch. Her tongue was moving over her lips.

"Oh my God, Brad," she said finally looking at him again. "I think I may need a little more than to just look at it later, if you know what I mean," she said with a wicked look in her eyes as her tongue slithered out from her lips and flicked up and down rapidly, causing his cock to flex more and more.

"Come on, we need to get out of here before my mom suspects anything," she said and turned to the bedroom door and started walking.

They walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. The only other door was a little further down and to the right. The door was open and they walked in and she said, "This is my parents… I mean…" she started to say and then paused a moment and frowned. "I mean, my mom’s room. She has her own bathroom over there and pointed across the room to another door that was open.

She then quickly walked back out into the hallway. Brad looked at her and it was obvious she was trying not to cry. He felt really bad for her and he put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek and said, "I’m so sorry, Cindy."

"Thanks, Brad. I miss him so much. I love Marsha too, but you know she’s not really even my mom. She’s my step-mom. She’s really nice, but it’s not the same," she said and then hugged him still trying not to cry.

Brad hugged her to him. He wasn’t hard anymore. He truly felt bad for her. This was a genuine, caring hug. He rubbed his hand up and down her bare back as he heard her sniffle. After another moment she pulled away from the hug and held his hand and said, "Come on, let’s go get your bed taken care of and then go swimming," and lead him back down the hallway into the living room.

They pulled the bed out and Cindy went back to the hallway and said, "I'll be right back." She came back a moment later with sheets, a blanket and a pillow. They made the sofa bed together quickly.

"I wonder if mom has everything ready for the pool?" Cindy said.

They walked together to the kitchen. "Are you ready to go swimming?" Cindy asked her mom.

"Oh yes. Almost done. I just need to put the crackers on the tray. Would you take the drink tray with the pitcher and glasses on it, honey?" Marsha asked.

"Sure," Cindy replied and walked over to the counter and picked up the tray and started walking back through the dining room.

Brad walked beside her and then opened the french door for her. They went outside and over to the patio set. Cindy placed the drink tray down on the big circular glass table.

She smiled at Brad and asked, "Tea or lemonade?"

"Tea," he said.

"Me too," she said and grabbed the pitcher of tea and poured out a glass and slid it over towards Brad.

"Thanks," he said and he picked it up and took a sip.

She poured another glass and put the pitcher back and took a sip of her tea. Marsha came out, struggling with the door as she was carrying a big tray of snacks. Brad went quickly over and said, "let me give you a hand."

He heard Cindy giggle when he said that and his cock twitched as he knew why she giggled.

"Oh thank you, sweetie. You’re such a gentleman. Your parents must be so proud of you," Marsha said smiling at him and then said, "If you could just get the door," and then walked towards Cindy.

Brad closed the door and followed behind Marsha. He couldn’t help it as he watched her tight sexy ass swaying back and forth as she carried the tray over.

"Well, we probably only have another thirty to forty-five minutes left of sunshine left. If anyone wants to go swimming, probably now would be the time. It might be a little too chilly after the sun goes down," Marsha said.

"Well, I want to go swimming," Cindy said and pulled her feet out of her sandals. Then unbuttoned those tiny jean shorts.

"Well, I think I’d like to get wet," Marsha said and then looked at Brad. 'My God, does his dick ever get soft?' she wondered as she noticed that he wasn't wearing a swimsuit.

"Where's your swimming suit, Brad. Don't you want to go swimming?" she asked him, smiling.

He looked at her and then said, "I forgot to bring it. I'm sorry."

"Oh well, I guess we'll just have to go skinny dipping," she said laughing.

Brad's cock immediately flexed hard in his shorts at the thought. It certainly did not go unnoticed by either of the girls.

Marsha giggled and said, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind would you?" and nodded her head looking at his shorts.

"Sorry," he said not knowing what else to say.

"Come on, honey, I'm sure we can find you a pair of Frank's to use," she said and gently grabbed Brad's arm above his elbow.

They walked back inside together as Cindy removed her short shorts and walked towards the pool.

When they got to the door, Brad opened and held the door for Marsha. She smiled that beautiful smile at him again and said, "You're such a gentleman. Your parents did a great job with you, honey," as she turned slightly sideways to get in the door. Her hand slid right over his hard cock as she walked through.

"Oops. Sorry," she giggled staring right at it again and then stepped into the kitchen.

Brad followed her inside and closed the door. When he turned back around, he saw her already leaving the kitchen. He couldn't help it as he took a quick look at her sexy ass.

She paused and looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Come on, sweetie."

Brad walked quickly to catch up to her as they went through the house and into her bedroom together. She walked over to a dresser and bent down slightly to open a door.

Brad's cock flexed hard at the sight as the thin swimsuit material stretched over the cheeks of her ass and he swore he could just barely make out her pussy.

"Oh my goodness, what a mess," Marsha said as Brad continued ogling her ass. She closed one drawer and opened another, then another, and then another.

"My goodness. Just unbelievable. I can't find even one pair of swimming trunks in his dresser. Hmmm," she said as she closed up all the drawers, straightened herself up and turned to face Brad.

"It's Ok, Marsha. I don't really have to go swimming. It's cool," he said.

"Nonsense," she said, "I guess we'll just really have to go skinny dipping," and giggled again causing Brad's cock to flex in front of him again at the thought.

"Oh wait... Yeah. Hmmm. Now where did I put that?" she asked herself out loud and then quickly walked over to the closet and in. "Yep. I knew it. Here it is. This should work. Yay," he heard her say from the closet.

She walked back out smiling from ear to ear holding a pair of blue shorts that almost looked like panties to Tom.

She walked right up to him and said, "Well, I couldn't find any of his suits, but I found this speedo that I bought for him a few years ago. He refused to wear it. I think it will fit you," she said looking down at his shorts again and giggled and added, "Well, it may be a little tight, but I think you'll be ok," and handed Brad the speedo.

"You can change in my bathroom if you want. We'll be outside getting wet," she said, giggling more and then turned around and left.