Her top wasn’t tied on though; it lay where she had been stretched out. Her rosy nipples and bodacious bust were bare and there for my eyes to capture in a mental snapshot, even as I was trying to discern what her stress was all about. “THAT FUCKER BIT ME ON THE ASS!” She turned so that I could clearly see a big red spot on her very shapely derrière. She looked back at me over her shoulder; it was a pose right out of one of those pin-up calendars of old. My brain imprinted the sight. Hey! I’m only human and male and a horny youth, what do you expect? I told you that I had a thing for my moms. Just at that moment, the big bad bug buzzed me. Only I saw him coming, and WHAM! I slapped the fly flat onto the ground and stomped on him. He was a grease spot on the boards of the patio.
“Good for you! My hero!” cheered Shannon, “OW!” She added as she tried to sit on the lounge chair where she had been sunning. She didn’t seem to notice she was topless in the midst of the action and with the punishing pain.
“I’ve got the perfect thing for your sting.” I said, realizing my supplies from camping, up in my room, had a first-aid stick that contained a neutralizing /anesthetic ingredient designed for just such insect injuries. “I’ll bring it down!”
“Meet me up in my bathroom, instead.” ordered mother Shannon, as she grabbed her sunglasses and bikini top and headed inside. I followed and sprinted up to my room and dug out the ‘Sting-Stick’ medicine tube. I proceeded to the master bathroom off of Danni’s and Shannon’s bedroom. Shannon was running cold water on a wash cloth. She was dressed in an over-sized towel, wrapped like a sarong around her, held up by a twist and her tits. She took the cold cloth and pressed it to her butt.
“This will do better than that.” I assured her. She turned so that I could apply the ointment to the bright red spot on her lower buttock. I took off the cap and bent down to get an angle to smear the waxy balm. I didn’t bobble, but I got a shock. I was looking straight into the split of her buns. She had taken off her swim suit bottom and she was bare under the terry cloth. I pushed the stick on the bite mark lightly and smeared the cure on her hurt. I could see her red fuzz. As she was bent over providing her rear for first-aid and my inspection, I saw the labia, the pink slit, even the puckered ruddy anus! . . Jeez-Louise! .. I didn’t know what to make of the spectacle. Was this on purpose, my getting to view her womanhood, or was I to be like a physician, strictly clinical in perspective?
Or was her familial nudity a non-sexual necessity, like when you change a baby’s diapers. Well, she was the babe, and I wouldn’t mind playing doctor. Even if I did know of her orientation, that didn’t make me less heterosexual in my reaction to the beautiful woman on such intimate display before me. Surely her nakedness was not meant to arouse me? I couldn’t help the erection her exposure evoked, but certainly she was not coming on to me, was she? She had not invited the freaking fly to bite her in so painful a place in order to play the temptress. Surely not Shannon, the lesbian lover of my mother, poor injured lady I chivalrously was administering to. I shivered with nervousness even so, as my hormones made madness in my mind, as my nose was inches from her center of erotic scents.