It wasn't just hot for October, it was hot, period. My first semester at the community college
had been going well. I'd got in the habit of hitting the library to study between classes;
sometimes I'd just hang out in the cafe with a few friends. This morning, though, I was
uncomfortable. The week before had been normal October cool and I guess some genius in
maintenance had decided to shut down the air conditioning system. I nearly fell asleep twice
in Economics. My sweaty white blouse was giving everyone a pretty good view of my pink bra.
Fortunately I had a two-hour break between Economics and
American History. I'd never make it through Mr. Broughton's droning lecture if I didn't
do something to wake myself. A quick dip in the pool seemed like the perfect thing.
I knew my mother hadn't had our pool shut down yet. She was at work by now. I figured I had
just enough time to grab the bus home, grab a quick dip, a change of clothes and get my sweaty
little butt back to campus for some titillating words on the Treaty of Paris. Looking back, I
was wrong on several counts.
The bus stopped several blocks from our house. With the heat and humidity, it felt like I'd
walked several miles before I got to our driveway. When I saw the pool guy's van parked out
front and my mother's car in the driveway I cursed. Of all the days to shut down the pool for
the winter! I calmed down a bit when I realized she'd probably made this appointment weeks ago.
She'd been pretty busy the past few years trying to raise my brother and me and work her real
estate job. My dad, I guess, still managed to send her some money but it hadn't been easy for
her since he moved out. She was still kind of pretty, her redhair was natural and she kept
herself in good shape. I'd inherited her red hair and sleek frame but I was starting to give
up hope of ever matching her marvelous 36 Cs.
So, OK, a quick dip was probably out. I decided to settle for a cold shower and a change of
clothes. Sometimes you have to settle. Sometimes you get unsettled. I didn't realize how
unsettled I was about to get.
I let myself into the house and headed for my bedroom without a word. I figured Mom was
probably in the back with the pool guy. My bedroom window faced out back to the pool. I quickly
peeked through the curtains and froze.
I'd expected to see my Mom in back with the pool guy. What I didn't expect was to see them
naked. Pablo was just a few years older than I was. His dark Latin body rippled with muscles
as he stood behind my nude mother and nuzzled her neck. She was wiggling her naked butt against
his crotch. Her large, firm breasts were shaking a bit with her motion. It looked like her
pink nipples were standing tall. Though her legs were together, a patch of red pubic hair was
peeking out below her belly button. I backed off from the window a bit.
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