Opening her bag a huge smile filled her face.
“The naughty little boy!” Allyson exclaimed out loud.
So this is where Josh disappeared during lunch. He had found the knit bikini and it was in her bag now instead of her other two bathing suits. As she rummaged through the bag, they were nowhere to be found. The clever boy, Allyson, thought to herself. He wasn’t taking any chanced.
Allyson put on the knit bikini and was dismayed just how skimpy it was. The thong style bottom wasn’t much more than a couple of strands of yarn strung to the tiny triangular patch of beige knit fabric that barely covered her labia. Thank God, Allyson reminded herself, that her husband had insisted that she have all of her pubic hair removed permanently with lasers, as well as the hair under her armpits.
The bikini’s top was no less brief. It too, was just a couple of strands of yarn and two tiny triangular patches that only covered her nipples and areolas―barely!
As Allyson briefly posed for herself in front of the mirror, it suddenly hit her―when she went through her bag, all of her bras and panties had been missing too. Now she also remembered that the panties, thongs and bras she had left in the dresser drawers were missing as well. What the hell!
“The sneaky little bastard!” exclaimed Allyson to no one other than herself as she shook her head in grudging admiration. This was sizing up to be an interesting two weeks, Allyson told herself. Now she was beginning to wonder what her clever boys had in store for her. She would have to remain on her toes.
It occurred to her that she might not have to decide for herself whether to give up her virtue or not. Her horny little ‘Lucky Seven’ just might make that decision for her. The question on Allyson’s mind now was―Was she up for it? Would her own libido and two years of abstinence override her better judgement?
Sighing as she unlocked the bedroom door, Allyson already knew the answer. Her therapist had already warned her that she was playing with fire when she told her about the trip with the boys.
Her therapist Irene reminder her that they were no longer ‘her little boys’, but virile young men, full of the nature urges that such young man have. And her therapist had been right.
On the way out to the pond, Allyson retrieved a beach towel from the hallway linen closet and made her way to the front door and down the hill to the boat dock.
All the boys were in the water, hanging around at the edge of the new floating platform at the end of the dock. Each of them had a beer in front of them and she could see a cooler filled with more beer close at hand.
As she walked toward her boys smiling, she enjoyed watching them ogle her body. The nearer she got to them, one question kept echoing in her mind, and it was starting to get louder and louder. How far was she willing to let things go? Each time the answer was the same ― ‘I don’t know. We’ll see!’
“Hi, Mrs. C!” shouted Chris as she walked down the dock toward the new platform.
“Hi, guys!” exclaimed Allyson cheerfully as she approached the boys. They were gathered in the water at the far edge of the platform, shoulder to shoulder.
As she walked onto the platform, she noticed that all the chairs and chaises were neatly stack at the end of the platform nearer the dock. The lone chaise that remained on the platform was at the end directly in front of the boys, and squarely in the middle, facing her seven horndogs.
“Thanks for saving me a seat, boys,” deadpanned Allyson as she approached.
“No problem, Ally,” said Mike, calling her by her first name, for the first time ever. “Like I told you earlier―we aim to please!”
Two can play this game, thought Allyson wickedly, as she bent over at the waist putting her beach towel on the chaise. She was facing the boys as she bent over and she knew from prior experience that her nipples and areolas would pop out of the tiny triangles of fabric that vainly tried to contain them.
It got very quiet all of a sudden and Allyson could barely restrain a smile as she walked to the end of chaise, ostensibly to flatten out her beach towel. Her naked breasts swayed back and forth as she walked. She pretended not to notice.
Turning away from her boys, she bent at the waist, this time spreading her legs apart. As he bent forward, the flimsy string on the bottom of her bikini rode up into her ass crack and the boys got a really good look at her puckering asshole.
Also exposed were the swollen lips of her labia and the soft pink ripples of flesh between them, and then her vaginal canal dilating nervously just beyond. Allyson consciously held her pose for several seconds to make sure that all the member of her ‘Lucky Seven’ got a really good look. She was hoping to give her mischievous boys a case of blue balls for their bad behavior earlier.
Allyson made a show of getting her towel spread ‘just right’ before standing upright, turning around and lounging back into the chaise with her legs spread slightly apart. It wasn’t until she had reclined the chaise backwards that she finally adjusted the triangles of fabric back over her rigid nipples and areolas.
“You boys are awfully quiet,” said Allyson nonchalantly. “The cat got your tongues?”
“More like the pussy!” one of the boys muttered. Without even looking, Allyson knew it was Andy.
Allyson made eye contact with Andy and it immediately became a stare down.
“Meow!” exclaimed Allyson smiling in a catlike voice.
All the boys started laughing―all except Andy.
“This thing sure doesn’t hide much,” vamped Allyson, continuing to tease the boys. “I don’t want you boys getting any ideas. The only reason I wore this was because Dan asked me to. How do you like it Dan?”
“A lot!” replied Dan succinctly.
“If it doesn’t cover much, why wear it at all,” asked Josh provocatively as Allyson gave him a dirty look before turning toward Dan.
“Thank you Dan,” said Allyson. “All compliments are gratefully accepted.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. C. But Josh is kinda right. That’s so skimpy, why bother. You’ll ruin your ‘all over’ tan,” replied Dan.
“Nice try Dan,” replied Allyson with a laugh.
“God knows, you have a killer body. It’s nothing to be ashamed of―to hide,” persisted Dan. “I photograph professional nude models all the time now. And none of them hold a candle to you.”
“Thank you again, Dan,” replied Allyson. “But if it is all the same to…”
Suddenly the sound of Allyson’s voice was drowned out as Mike and Andy began chanting ‘Take it off! TAKE IT OFF!’ as they pounded their beer bottled on the hollow platform. The sound reverberated across the pond and the platform itself began to vibrate as the other five boys joined in.
Allyson looked over at her stepson for support, but he was smirking. He wasn’t going to be any help. The chant of ‘TAKE IT OFF!’ grew louder, as did the pounding of the beer bottles on the hollow platform. The din grew so loud that Allyson relented and stood up, waving for the boys to quiet down.
“You know, you boys are being very juvenile, don’t you?” scolded Allyson.
“Dad said you used to go naked on the beaches in the south of France on your trips there,” said Josh. “Why not here?”
“But that was differe ―” Allyson started to say.
“Nope, NO! I call BS,” exclaimed Josh.
“What’s the matter, Ally?” interjected Andy. “We’re not good enough to see your couchie, but all those Frenchmen are?”
“Take it off! TAKE IT OFF!” chanted the boys again. This time even louder than before.
“OK! OK!” shouted Allyson over the chant as she waved her arms in a flapping motion. “But you boys better understand, YOU CAN LOOK―BUT NO TOUCH! GOT IT?”
“Sure, Ally,” replied Mike, not very convincingly.
Allyson took a deep breath and stripped off her top, throwing it to Josh like a striptease artist. Next, Allyson turned away from the boys and bent over at her waist, pulling the bottom of her bikini down to her ankles, stepping out of it as her lush breasts swayed back and forth. Without looking back, she tossed her bikini bottom to Matt.
“Thanks, Mrs. C!” gushed Matt enthusiastically.
“I want that back latter, Matt,” exclaimed Allyson as she finally stood upright and turned around looking at her stepson. “The top too, Josh. You can put them back. I think you know where they go!”
Allyson looked at Matt and her son as they responded affirmatively. And then she had to laugh, as she shook her head. Matt was wearing her bottoms on top of his head like a swimmer’s cap and Josh had the skimpy bra tied around his neck like a necklace or bib.
“You guys!” exclaimed Allyson, feigning exasperation. “You’d think you had never seen a naked woman before!”
“Not as beautiful as you, Ally,” said Josh earnestly as the others enthusiastically agreed with him.
Allyson felt a shiver run through her body. That was the first time Josh had ever called her anything other than mom, using her pet name. Long ago, probably about the time he got his first real erection and started looking at her differently, he had quit calling her mom. But this was the first time he called her Ally. For some reason, she felt as though a bridge had been crossed.
“You look like you’ve got something on your mind, Ally,” said Josh seriously. “What is it?”
“Well, that’s the first time you ever called me Ally,” said Allyson, equally serious. “It made me think about the fact that none of you have called me ‘mom’ in years, and I miss that! I’ve always thought of you boys as my own kids. You all know I love you. Don’t you?”
A chorus of affirmative answers erupted from the boys, as well as their expressions of ‘I love you too’.
“The reason I brough it up,” continued Allyson earnestly, “was because I was trying to figure out when you stopped and why.”
All the boys looked at each other, but none of them seemed comfortable answering the question. Finally, Josh spoke up.
“It was when we started looking at you as a beautiful and desirable woman, instead of a mother figure,” said Josh.
The other boys chimed in, agreeing with Josh.
“What do you mean by ‘beautiful and desirable woman’ Josh?” replied Allyson, not really sure she wanted to hear the answer.
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