From the pool, Max suddenly noticed us and raised one wet hand, waving like a complete idiot. He grinned cheerfully, watching a half-naked guy sit right next to his equally half-naked mother without a single suspicious thought in his head.
The pure cluelessness on his face only made the situation feel dirtier.
I set the oil bottle down beside the mat and looked at Heather's thick, exposed body stretched out in front of me. Her soft white underwear hugged every heavy curve, and the knowledge that her son was swimming just a few meters away made the heat between us feel even sharper.
My cock throbbed hard inside my underwear as I reached for the oil, already planning how thoroughly I was going to run my hands over every inch of her mature body.
I placed my hand on Heather's thick thigh as I spoke, my palm resting against the soft, warm skin just below the edge of her white panties.
