Selva Narayan undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on.
But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness. Selva had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal. He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment’s notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his own mom.
Selva ‘s mother was in her mid forties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced.
Summer had arrived, Selva was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house. Selva ‘s mother knew he was ‘at that age.’ She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Selva had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Selva standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Selva knew she had seen him.
But she hadn’t said anything about it, so Selva had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom. He thought about his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Selva on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky nightee or full long nightee.
And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Selva had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he’d seen her naked.
He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark naked. But she hadn’t acted embarrassed when Selva saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress…. Selva walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio.
He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini. Kalyani Narayan was in her prime, and despite having a midteen son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and Black, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the ‘bare necessities.’ Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed. Selva watched her as she stepped up onto the diving board.
God, she is so sexy! he thought. He felt his dick start to grow and stiffen. She stood for a few seconds on the board and then dived into the pool. Selva ‘s cock stood at attention. It throbbed and ached.
She saw him standing by the pool and called out: ‘Come on in, the water’s fine!’ Selva jumped in and swam toward his mother. She smiled and swam away with Selva in pursuit.
They began playing in the water, splashing each other and playing tag. He caught her from behind and she laughed and splashed and squirmed to break away. Her rear end brushed upon his crotch and he gasped with the sensation. She was still squirming around and trying to break free and once again her rump swept across his groin. With a groan, he pressed his crotch forward. He hissed when his prick made contact with her butt.
