My Best Friend's Mother Skinny Dipping
Jake's best friend mother skinny dips with him.
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I’ve never told anyone this. Not Tyler. Not a single buddy from school. But that summer I turned twenty-two, home from college and crashing at my best friend’s place because my own parents were renovating, I finally crossed the line I’d been staring at for years.
Vanessa was forty-six, divorced, blonde, and built like every dirty fantasy I’d ever jerked off to in high school. Full heavy tits that strained whatever tank top she threw on, a thick ass that filled out her yoga pants, hips that swayed when she walked barefoot across the kitchen tile. She’d always flirted lightly—lingering hugs, a hand on my shoulder that stayed a second too long, comments about how “handsome” I was getting. I used to blush and stammer. That weekend, Tyler left for a bachelor party upstate, and it was just the two of us at their secluded lakeside house. The private cove. The wooden dock. The outdoor shower. And the way she looked at me over her wine glass that first night and said, almost casually, “Moon’s perfect. I’m going skinny-dipping. You’re welcome to join me, Jake. Unless you’re suddenly shy.”
I wasn’t shy. I was hard before we even reached the water.
We walked down the path in silence, the only sounds the crickets and the soft lap of the lake. Vanessa peeled her thin dress off without ceremony, and I stopped breathing. Her body was even better naked—soft stomach, shaved pussy catching the moonlight, those breasts hanging full and natural with pale pink nipples already tight from the cool air. She glanced back at me, smiling, and said, “Your turn, college boy. Don’t leave a girl waiting.”
I stripped. My cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy between my legs. She didn’t pretend not to look. Her eyes dropped and stayed there while she bit her lower lip.
We waded in. The water was cool silk against hot skin. I swam out a few strokes, then turned and found her floating closer, breasts bobbing, hair slicked back. She treaded water right in front of me, close enough that her knee brushed my thigh.