"Come on you two! or maybe you're chickening out?" I tried to ease up the tension the odd situation had created, and I knew Tim couldn't resist a challenge, always wanting to win every possible contest. So he lunged himself towards me, taking a pair of quick strokes, then as he approached, he stopped a few feet away from me. Then SPLASH, a rain of water drenched my face as Tim hit the water with his palm…

"What are you doing?" I yelled at the sudden attack, laughing…

"Let's se who's chickening out?" He yelled, giving me several more splashes. Then there was war, me and Tim splashing water on each other and suddenly John was in the battle too, only he was on my side… Timmie fought bravely, but was doomed to loose, not liking it, he took a couple of strong strokes, and off he went…

"I'm going to take a swim…I'm heading for those rocks, to get a sun-tan" he said, lunging himself towards a couple of rocks some 100 yards away, along the shore, probably setting up a new challenge.

"Be careful.", I said, like any mother would…even though I new my sons were good swimmers.

"Sooo, we won!", said John happily.

"Sure did", I took a step closer to him, feeling the soft sand tickling my toes, the waterline at my shoulders…

Then, splash!

"Oh, you little…", I never had the chance to speak out, another splash, now it was John who were giving me a hard time.

I tried getting away, but he kept scooping water on me, so I I went for the kill…but I ended up bumping against him, my big, soft breasts pressed against his naked chest, my long legs against his muscular, but then, there was his semi-erected penis, between my legs, barely parting my cleavage, slightly pushing at the entrance…twitching, tickling my clitoris, following the rhythm of the undulating water movements… I was melting from the treatment…and he was growing…his penis reaching full stiffness, full erection, really deserving to be called a manhood…