Squatting at the cooler, my shirt rides up over my ass and I know my pussy could be seen if anyone were here. I stay squatted in front of the cooler using it for a table when I could have stood up. It feels wickedly kinky with my pussy flexed open catching a breeze.
Looking down the hill I see Brad under the shower and as he turns I can see his cock sticking straight out.
He’s either got a half hard on or he inherited my breasts gene.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen him naked as an adult. We aren’t one of those “free” families in the house. We close the doors.
I know for a fact Brad ogled me now, because I keep glancing uncontrollably at him.
Shit, he saw everything. Probably even saw my bald coochie.
His dick is really sticking out. I wonder if it’s like those car mirrors, objects in mirror are closer than they appear. I think giggling.
I discretely run my finger to my middle aged pussy, knowing it’s going to be wet. My compression pants created a camel toe that teased me all day.
Fingering my pussy while I watch my son shower. I’m so drenched. My god what a perv I am.
Seeing that Brad is finishing up I quickly suck my finger clean and start moving the cooler inside the tent, trying to look busy when he arrives.
Brad’s s built like a brick shit house, just like me. He’s 5’11” about 220 and all muscle. Broad shoulders and chest. He never lifted weights and didn’t need to. His muscles are natural and he has always known how to use them.
“We better move inside” Brad says, getting off as the rain drops start falling.
“Yeah that ‘s what I was thinking.”
“Let me show you a trick” Brad says and proceeds to take off our 4 wheeler seats and take them in the tent.
“They make decent seats and pillows.”
“Good idea” I comment, looking at the seat on the ground trying to figure out how I was going to navigate it with my sleep shirt. I finally sit on it sideways and stick my legs straight out and cross them at the ankles, pulling my shirt down.
Chuckling, Brad comments quietly, “I’ve already seen most everything mom.”
“You looked! you little perv.” I said covering my red face. “That’s so embarrassing!”
“You looked too” brad says.
“I did not!” But not very convincing and Brad lets it go.
“I only brought those compression pants and I don’t wear panties with them.” I offer as an excuse to the situation.
Brad pops us some beers, saying at the same time “I tell you what, let’s just get a little drunk and forget it,” he says handing me a beer and pulling a bottle of jack out of the cooler.
“Sounds good to me,” Isay looking for any distraction.
Brad takes a swig of jack and hands it to me.
“Here, this will wipe your hard drive.”
“What?” I say ,not understanding as I take the bottle.
Brad smiles a little, “it will take your mind off it,” he explains.
“Oh, now I get it,” taking a little swig.
“I can’t remember the last time I drank this stuff.”
“Take another one. The first one just greases the skids.”
“What’s that?”
“Never mind just take another drink” Brad says.
I take a bigger drink; it didn’t burn as much.