“Uh huh,” she said, barely listening. She frankly didn’t give a flying fuck what he did with his time. Her mind was far from caring, in the moment. Following his gaze to the pool, she smiled a little and said, “Yes, well, what can you do, right? Gotta be happy, I always say.”
With that, she stood up and said, “This water looks so nice, I think I will have myself a bit of a swim.” With the sun behind her, she stood in front of him, letting her tan skin and blonde hair be illuminated from behind. She knew very well how she looked in the position and lighting and couldn’t help but show off a bit.
She felt sure the dumb kid wouldn’t be interested, as she was old enough to be his mother… nearly. Maybe if she started young. But still, much older. Even so, it was always fun to see if she could garner a reaction from males, despite their age.
He gave her a nod, leaning back into the chair with a sigh. “Yeah. Gotta be happy.” His eyes crawled over her body as she stood up in front of him. Behind those sunglasses was a hungry look, scanning her every detail as he took it all in, wondering what might lie beneath the tiny scraps of red cloth.
Swinging around, he placed both feet on the concrete and moved to face her. “Might I join you? I may just lounge a bit in the water, if that’s all right with you.” He kept his eyes on her body, lowering his head to look at her over the rim of his sunglasses. He was admiring her hips, and her beautifully plump round ass.
Easy peasy, she thought, thoroughly amused. He was exactly like most men, leering at her within seconds of meeting her. She didn’t mind. Liked the attention, in fact. If nothing else, teasing the boy would be a fun distraction, even if nothing ever came of it.
“Of course, honey. Join your new Mommy in the water,” she cooed, barely suppressing a huge grin. The words were absurd, of course, but she couldn’t help but use the title. Would he be mad? Irritated? Less interested? Or maybe MORE interested…?
Stepping into the water slowly, she made a big show of bending at the waist to adjust her anklet for a moment, letting him get a good view of her round behind and wide hips. The little red bottom half of her bikini wedged up in her backside and she slid a finger along the edge of the material to move it back into place. Every movement was exaggerated, overly sexual, purely for the benefit of her audience.
He rolled his eyes at the title, but snickered a little, standing up. “Yes, Mommy,” he replied obediently, teasing right back at her, before walking up to the pool. Though he stopped, right as she bent at the waist to mess with her anklet, eyeing over that backside quickly. His eyes were absolutely glued to it, staring as she moved the fabric back into place.
Zack shook his head from side to side quickly, trying to clear the daydreams building in his mind, as he made his way over to the water. From the pool side, he snatched a long blue pool float, then stepped in and moved several feet forward, stopping when the water was about waist high. Popping up out of the water and on top of the float, he laid back and leaned up on one elbow, floating in the water serenely, eyes locked on his stepmother. “Water is nice, isn’t it, Mommy,” he asked, snickering softly.