Joan didn't mind a little flirting. She enjoyed flirting herself. The girl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on his tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawn was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs parted.
It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan found that she, too, was being turned on. She wasn't sure it was because of her son's cock or the sweetness of Fawn's body, and didn't really care. A ripple of heat flowed through Joan's body and she found herself becoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining.
The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned out to be a wrong number. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio and looked down.
Fawn's tits were naked!
The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface of the water. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantastic pink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination. Joan had evidently missed something important when the phone rang.
Fawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely titties. Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about her moist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or his mind had suddenly become numb – he sat there with his cock straining at his trunks, making no effort to conceal it. Joan's reaction to this was a deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely aware that her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.
Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up the swollen curves and around her rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawn was going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant and wanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn't tease a boy Ted's age! A man would be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted's age, something like this could be extremely traumatic.