But girls, for a boy Steve's age, could cause many complications… like fucking him. Mary didn't want her son to stick his cock into one of those cunts. Not that she was overly jealous, she wasn't.

At least Steve wasn't a show-off like Tom. He wouldn't risk injuring himself just to impress some girl, she thought. Mary was so deep in thought, she did not see her son climbing the ladder toward the high board until Carol brought it to her attention.

"Now Steve is doing it," she heard Carol say.

Mary looked, and her eyes burned with anger. Steve was not a good diver, and she feared for him. Beneath the board stood the girl he had been talking to. She wanted to call out to Steve, make him come down, but didn't want to embarrass him either.

She watched, afraid, as Steve dived. He sliced into the water fairly well, and she held her breath until his head emerged. The girl was clapping her hands. Mary shot her a dangerous glance.

"That's enough of that," she said, swinging her long legs over the lounge and standing up. "I'm going to beat his ass good."

"Bare-assed?" Carol wanted to know, asking in her usual blunt manner.

"Just maybe – bare-assed," Mary replied, squatting on the deck of the pool. "Steve!" she called, waving a hand. "Come here!"

She noticed apprehension in his eyes, as he became aware of her voice. When her son clung to the deck, looking up at his mother, Mary's breath caught. Steve was not looking at her angry face, but between her legs. She glanced down, and a flush colored her cheeks. The crotch of her bikini was stretched, exposing dark-brown cunt hair. She stood quickly.

"I want to have a talk with you, young man," she said sharply.

Turning, Mary knew her son would follow her. What she didn't know was, as he followed her, Steve's eyes were on the tight jiggle of her bikinied ass. She was angry enough to walk stiffly, causing her ass to tighten and sway more than usual.