Gary and Randy saw their mother shudder, but they didn't know she had come. They became very excited while watching her rub between her legs.

"You see?" Gary said. "Mom's hot, Randy. She's a real hot piece! If she's gonna touch her cunt that way, that means she's hot, doesn't it?"

"I guess you're right," Randy replied. "But that don't mean you're gonna fuck her. She's your mother, asshole."

"I don't care if she is," Gary replied. "I wanna fuck her so bad."

They fell silent, watching Joanie again.

Joanie turned onto her stomach, her tight, rounded ass swelling up enticingly. The bikini, so very small, exposed the lower half of her creamy ass cheeks. Gary and Randy looked at her for a while longer, then left the apartment.

Joanie heard them coming and lifted her head, smiling brightly at them. "Well, it's about time you two decided to come out. Why don't you swim a while? The water's wonderful."

Her eyes flicked over the fronts of their shorts. There was nothing to see. She decided to buy them each a pair of tight, elastic trunks, the kind that would mold and cup and expose their cocks and balls.

The boys dove in, racing the length of the pool. Joanie turned back onto her back, letting her legs dangle over the sides of the lounge chair. She watched her sons as they splashed water, and since she was close to the edge, she got wet, too. Laughing, she watched them as they rested their chins on the edge of the pool, both of them staring at her. She was amused because they tried to keep from looking between her legs. But Joanie teased them, writhing her ass, trying to draw those young eyes to her crotch.

Suddenly, she sat upright. "Move over. I'm coming in."