The drizzle settled into a warm summer rain. I sat in the chair and watched the clouds move. An hour later, the radio squawked, relieving me of duty. I walked back to the house in the rain in just my shorts, enjoying the relief from the oppressive heat of the last few days.
Mom was standing in the big room when I walked in. Her hair was damp, and she was wearing a different bikini. It covered less than the others. Her pubic hair was pressed flat and sneaking out the edges. Her n*****s were long and hard. She was biting her lip lightly.
"You're soaked. Don't move."
Mom got a big beach towel and set to work, rubbing my hair and then slowly drying my back, chest, and arms. She looked deep into my eyes whenever her position allowed, but pointedly ignored the bulge of my erection, even when
