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  "I'll change into my swim trunks and join you in a moment," I said.

  "Pfft, who needs trunks. Just strip off and jump in."

  I was a little surprised by her bold suggestion. "I'm not skinny-dipping, Mom."

  "Why not? It's my pool. I make the rules around here. If I say it's okay to get naked, by all means, get naked."

  I didn't waste time explaining how awkward it would be to undress in front of her; surely she had enough common sense to figure that out for herself. Unless of course she'd been drinking again. Sure enough, as I headed back towards the house, I saw the collection of empty cocktail glasses sitting beside her favorite patio chair.

  "Aw, Dean, don't chicken out on me. None of the neighbors will see you in your birthday suit, if that's what you're worried about. The fence is high enough."

  I hesitated. Even though I was a rational, mature adult, it irritated me to be called a chicken. Especially by my own mother.

  "Fine." I turned around and unbuttoned my shirt. "But I'm not stripping all the way. I believe in a little thing called modesty."

  "Modesty? Never heard the word before," she said with a grin.

  I hung up my shirt on the back of a patio chair. My boots and socks came off next, followed by my jeans. I stood at the edge of the pool in my black boxer-briefs and rubbed my hands together as I prepared to make the leap. Even though the water was set to a comfortable temperature, I knew it would be a shock to my system when I plunged in for the first time. I was in no hurry to get wet.

  "Wow, Dean, have you been working out?" Mom exclaimed as she looked me up and down. "You're even bigger than you were before you left for college. When did all those new muscles sprout? Hot damn, my little boy has turned into quite the man."

  I'd started pumping iron in earnest when I was away at college—mostly to keep the freshman fifteen at bay. I'd added even more layers of muscle at my summer job with the construction company. Secretly I was flattered that someone had finally noticed the big changes in my body. Even if it was only my mom.

  I took a running leap and cannonballed into the pool. Mom shrieked with laughter as I caught her in the wave. I surfaced again and flicked the hair out of my eyes.

  "Seriously," she said, "you're in fantastic shape, honey. If any of my girlfriends were here right now, they'd be all over you in a heartbeat."

  "Is that so?" I said, vaguely flattered. Most of her friends were the same age as her: in their late thirties. Quite a few of them were divorced and—just like Mom—had also decided to indulge in a second youth. They called themselves the Cougar Squad.

  "I was thinking of throwing a cocktail party with the Squad this weekend, but now I'm having second thoughts," she said.

  "Why's that?"

  "There'd be very little in the way of partying. Those horny ladies would spend the entire time trying to jump your bones."

  "Yeah sure, Mom," I said with a disbelieving snort.

  "I'm serious, Dean. They've all told me how lucky I am to spend a whole summer around a sexy hunk like you. A few of them said they'd give anything to trade places with me."

  "Whatever." I pushed off from the wall and began to swim laps, unable to fathom why a gaggle of my mother's friends would be smitten with a guy who was half their age.

  The water felt cool and refreshing on my skin, and the day's tension washed away with each stroke. After a good ten minute workout I hauled myself from the pool and grabbed a towel from one of the storage cabinets on the patio.

  I was drying my face when Mom emerged from the water as well, slicking her hands back through her long, wet hair. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was nothing covering her big swaying breasts. Her dark nipples had hardened into tight points. At first I thought she'd accidentally lost her bikini top while she was swimming, and was unaware that she was uncovered. But as she came up the steps at the side of the pool I saw she was bottomless as well. Her curvy hips swayed from side to side as she came across the patio towards me.

  Her nudity wasn't any kind of accident. She'd been skinny-dipping on purpose this whole time! Tilting her head to one side she gathered up her long blonde hair and wrung it out. Water splattered at her feet.

  "Mom, where the hell is your swimsuit?"

  She glanced up at me, totally unabashed by her nakedness. "There's no need to be worried, Dean," she said, squeezing the last droplets from her hair. "I told you before, the fence is high enough. The neighbors can't see."

  "I don't care if the neighbors can see," I said, holding up a hand to shield my eyes from her nakedness. "Put on some clothes!"

  "Honey, I always go around in the nude when you're not here."

  "Mom, I don't care what you do when I'm not at home. Can you please make an exception while I'm staying with you? This is totally inappropriate."

  She put her hands on her hips. "Don't be such a prude, Dean. There's nothing wrong with being naked. It's the middle of summer and it's hotter than hell out here. I want to get some proper sun without any nasty tan lines. They look so ugly."

  Mom grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the picnic table and reclined on one of the loungers. She leaned back and stretched out her long legs. As she tucked her hands behind her head her massive breasts tilted up on her chest. The brown nipples pointed towards the sun.

  For the first time in my life I felt flustered around my mother. She'd never acted like this before. Sure, it was her house and she was entitled to do as she pleased, but didn't she find it the least bit uncomfortable to be parading around naked in front of me? I know she had a hard time during the divorce and probably wanted to embrace her new found freedom. But did that freedom have to include wandering around without any clothing?

  Mom tipped her glasses down the end of her nose and glared at me. "Dean, stop it!"

  "Stop what?"

  "You keep staring at my crotch."

  "I'm doing no such thing!"

  "Yes you are. Is there something wrong with me? Have I got a pimple on my thighs?" She sat upright, opened her legs and began to paw at the skin around her groin, searching for imperfections in her otherwise flawless flesh. Before I could avert my eyes, I noticed that my mother didn't have a single trace of pubic hair. She was as smooth as a Barbie doll.

  "Well, there's nothing here as far as I can tell," Mom said. "So why were you staring at me, Dean?"

  "I wasn't!" I couldn't believe she was accusing me of things I hadn't done. She'd either had one too many drinks, or the pot she smoked earlier was making her hallucinate.

  "You're probably wondering why I don't have any pubic hair. Is that it?"

  "No, Mom, I wasn't wondering that at all."

  "Just because I'm an older woman there's no reason why I can't groom myself like you young folks do today. I've had a big bush all my life. It makes a nice change to be smooth."

  "Congrats, Mom. Now will you please close your legs."

  She ignored me and continued. "The Squad and I met up a few weeks ago and had ourselves a mutual grooming session. Mrs. Davis—you remember her, from down the road?—she did this for me." She ran a finger absently across her smooth slit. "We tried out a whole bunch of other things too, not just Brazilian waxing. There was anal bleaching, and—"

  "Okay, enough!" I said, holding up my hands. "I don't need to know all the details about what women do down there."

  "It's not just women," she replied indignantly. "For your information, men do it too. It's important to look tidy and well groomed. Speaking of which, I hope you take care of yourself, Dean."

  "What do you mean?"

  "It's not just the hair on your head that requires regular trimming."

  "Not that it's any of your business, Mom, but I prefer to keep things au naturel in my bathing suit region."

  "Oh, Dean, how could you?" She said it like it was the worst thing in the world.

  "The girls I've dated at college so far haven't complained."

  I had a tasteful amount of hair on my pecs and stomach … as well as other places. Th
e thought of getting rid of it all and becoming one of those metrosexual guys was off-putting.

  "I'll bet those girlfriends of yours don't like it so much when they go down on you," she said.

  "Can we really not talk about stuff like that, Mom!"

  She rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, Dean, we're both adults here. We both know what blowjobs are. You've received them. I've given them. Speaking as a woman, I know how unpleasant it can be to swallow a guy and get a big mouthful of hair."

  Was I really having this conversation with my mother? It felt surreal. I didn't want to hear her talking about cocks. What made it even worse was that her comment put me on the defensive. "I haven't had any objections from my girlfriends so far."

  "I'm sure they were just being polite."

  "Fine," I said, throwing down my towel in irritation. "Maybe I do have a lot of hair, but I refuse to change. I'm not going anywhere near my junk with a pair of scissors. I'd probably loose a ball in the process."

  "That's why you should have someone else do it for you," Mom insisted. "Someone with a steady hand so accidents can be avoided. Look, if you want, I can help you."

  "Help me with what?"

  "Duh! Grooming your bush."

  I took a step backward. "No! No way in hell!" Having my mother anywhere near my crotch was the last thing I wanted.

  "It looks to me like you could use some help, honey. You're a pretty hairy guy from what I can see."

  "I'm fine, Mom. Trust me."

  "A proper trim could really improve your love life."

  "Mom, can we drop the subject."

  She gave a little huff of disapproval, swung her legs over the side of the lounger, and marched towards the house. God help me, but I watched those rounded buttocks of hers wiggle back and forth as she disappeared through the screen door. For all my complaints of her nudity, Mom had a gorgeous ass. Oh crap, what was wrong with me? How could I even think something so perverted? With any luck she was going inside to put on a proper bikini to cover herself up.

  I finished drying off, glad that our inane conversation was over. I can't remember her ever behaving like this before I went away to college. The Cougar Squad was clearly having a bad influence on her. This is what happened when you got a bunch of horny, newly-divorced women together.

  I folded the towel and gathered up my garments. The patio door slid open behind me. To my horror my mother was still buck-naked.

  "Mom, for crying out loud, put some clothes on! I'm not going to ask you again."

  She padded towards me carrying a pair of scissors, a can of shaving cream, and one of my disposable razors.

  "Wait, where did you get those things? Have you being rummaging through my bathroom?"

  "Honey, just sit down and take off your boxer shorts."

  "I beg your pardon?"

  She knelt at the foot of the lounger and patted the seat; a clear invitation for me to join her. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Dean. It's obvious to me that you need my help in the grooming department."

  "Mom, I don't want you to see me down there."

  "Ah-ha!" she said triumphantly. "So you really are ashamed by the state of your bush."

  "I'm not ashamed about anything. I just don't want you to see my junk."

  She let out an impatient sigh. "Dean, in my lifetime I've seen more genitals—both male and female—than you could possibly imagine. You haven't got anything in those boxer shorts of yours that will be shocking to me."

  "I don't care. I'm your son, and this doesn't feel right."

  "Will you stop being such an uptight prude. You're going to love how it feels when I'm finished with you. Your girlfriends will actually enjoy going down on you for a change. I can guarantee you'll get a ton more blowjobs when you go back to college."

  "Can we please stop talking about blowjobs, Mom?"

  "Only if you come over here and let me work my grooming magic."

  I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head.

  She pouted out her lower lip. "All I'm trying to do is help you, Dean. As your mother I only want the best for you." Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes. "You've been living with your father all these years, and I rarely get a chance to see you anymore. Why won't you let your mother help you in your hour of need?"

  I clenched my teeth, determined to stick to my guns. But a woman's tears were always so difficult to resist. She looked so sad and pathetic as she sat there on her knees, quietly sobbing.

  "All right, fine," I grumbled, knowing I was making a huge mistake. "Let's get this over with fast."

  She beamed at me and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. "You won't regret this, honey. I promise you."

  I trudged towards her like a man heading towards his execution. "I'm going to lose my balls for sure," I muttered. "I don't trust myself with a pair of scissors, why should I trust you."

  "Oh, don't be such a big baby. I won't hurt you at all. Now strip out of those boxers."

  I hesitated for the longest time. Everything about this situation was wrong. My mother was on her knees in front of me, naked as a jaybird. There was no telling how much she'd had to drink already. And now I was about to strip out of my clothes and let her shave my crotch. How many more red flags did I need before I got the hint that this was a bad idea?

  "I'm not getting any younger, honey," she said, and gave the lounger seat another pat.

  Against all rational judgment I closed my eyes, swiped my shorts down my legs, and dropped into the chair. The sooner this was over, the better.

  The breeze was gentle between my legs. The sun was warm against my cock. To be truthful I'd never been naked in the great outdoors before. Mom had been right about one thing, it was kind of liberating to be in the nude.

  No shaving action was happening down below, so I opened one eye and looked at my mother. Her gaze was fixed to my crotch. Her mouth hung open.

  "What is it? What's wrong?" I asked.

  She swallowed. "It kind of looks like an anaconda has slithered out of the Amazon jungle."

  "For crying out loud, I'm not that hairy!"

  "Dean, trust me, you look like you walked out of a seventies porn flick. You're not a time traveler are you?"

  "Okay, that's it! Forget it! I'm not doing this anymore." I reached for my discarded boxers.

  Mom put her hand on my chest and pushed me back into the seat. "Stay put! I promise I won't make any more jokes. Okay? I'm sorry."

  "We really shouldn't be doing this."

  "Stop being a stick in the mud. You're going to love how it feels when you're shaved. I'll be finished with you before you know it."

  I clenched my teeth as she tested the sharpness of the scissor blades with her thumb.

  "Isn't this awkward for you?" I asked. "Shaving your son?"

  She shrugged. "I've practiced several times on members of the Squad."

  "Yeah, well it's one thing to groom a vagina. I've got a little more to lose if you make a mistake."

  "Stop being such a worry-wart."

  I gripped the arms of the lounger as Mom pulled my legs apart for easier access. She tipped her head from side to side, assessing the situation. Seeing my naked mother with one hand on my thigh, and her eyes fixed to my cock, stirred something deep inside me. How had I let things get so out of hand? Sweat began to bead on my forehead.

  If Mom was aware of my nervousness, she didn't show it. She reached for my crotch. "Wow, so thick," she murmured, and grabbed a tuft of my pubes before clipping them away.

  At one point her fingers brushed against my cock. That's when things began to happen; things that were completely out of my control. I could feel the blood start to flow in a torrent through my flaccid penis.

  I used every trick in the book to stop the rising tide. I tried to recall obscure baseball statistics. I listed off the names of American presidents in alphabetical order. Anything to distract me from my sexy mother who was touching me in such an intimate place.

  For a whil
e my tactics actually worked: I remained limp and unmoving. But then Mom grabbed my cock and shifted it to one side so she could trim the top of my balls. Her simple touch was enough to open the floodgates. Dammit, what was wrong with me! No amount of mental gymnastics could stop my cock from swelling. I shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

  "Mom!" I said, the panic rising in my voice.

  "Dean, stop moving." Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she continued to snip away chunks of hair.

  "Mom, seriously, I think you'd better stop."

  "Just sit still. Everything's okay."

  "No! No, it isn't."

  My cock was growing larger by the second, and somehow Mom wasn't reacting to this new development at all.

  "It's pretty obvious we can't continue when I'm in this state," I said, and tried to sit up.

  She pushed me back down. "This is actually a good thing. Erections help keep the skin tight. It'll make it easier for me when it's time to shave you."

  "You shouldn't be seeing me in this state, Mom."

  She gave a nonchalant shrug and kept working. "A cock is a cock. What difference does it make? I've been around long enough to see my fair share. Granted, yours is the biggest one I've ever encountered, but the fact that you're my son doesn't mean anything to me. This is just an innocent grooming session."

  My cock now stood at a forty-five degree angle, and continued to rise. The organ pulsed and trembled with each beat of my racing heart.

  My breath escaped me as Mom gripped me around the shaft. She moved me this way and that—like the shifter on a car—as she continued to trim away my pubes. Her tiny hand was so soft, so warm, and it made my cock look absolutely massive in comparison. To my horror I could see a droplet of clear liquid gathering at the opening of my spongy tip.

  "There, that's not so bad, is it?" Mom said, releasing me at last and sitting back on her heels to admire her handiwork.

  "So we're done?" I gasped in relief.

  "No, not quite." She reached for the can of shaving cream and gave it a vigorous shake. She sprayed a mound of foam into her hand.

  It took every ounce of self-control to keep from leaping from the chair as she pinched me gently by the tip and held me out of the way while she applied cream to my crotch.