My last summertime home before college appeared to get me in a perpetual state of blue balls. It had been the latest summer in recorded record of our place indicating enough time was spent in the pool. A coincidence, undoubtedly, but with my good friends and their friends visiting almost daily, girls look to get themselves in a continuing competition to see who had the skimpiest swimsuit, the sexiest human anatomy because swimsuit, and the most outrageous behaviour in their bikinis. Mum arrived on the scene to see what the commotion was about on one of our earliest days, to catch girls performing pretty dances and blinking people from their point on the fishing board. All the guys preferred girls flashing one eyes, baring their pussies for an instant, but I was generally a tits and ass man. Busted! Also wearing a swimsuit, Mom stood at the much end of the pool seeing the goings on. The class recognized her almost immediately and named out loud hellos. Needless to say, the amount of...