Farm Pond Secrets Unfold

The late afternoon sun beat down on the farm pond, turning the water a shimmering turquoise. Anne adjusted the faded floral print of her mother’s one-piece swimsuit, the material clinging uncomfortably to her skin. It was a little small, definitely too tight across the crotch, a lingering reminder of her grandmother’s youthful exuberance. Ron, in his worn denim shorts, watched her with an appreciative glint in his eyes. The slight bulge of her camel toe, visible through the fabric, was a silent invitation he couldn't resist. He didn’t comment, understanding the delicate balance of their dynamic – one of playful dominance and submissive delight.

The arrival of her younger brothers, boisterous and eager for a swim, shattered the fragile peace they’d found. Anne sighed inwardly. Romance was always on the back burner when her family gathered, and the prospect of shared splashing and cannonballs felt like a significant obstacle to their desires. Ron, however, seemed unfazed. He followed her as she moved towards the upper reaches of the pond, seeking a bit more seclusion from the noisy boys. The water there was shallower, the surrounding cattails offering a natural screen against prying eyes.

As they settled into the quieter corner of the lake, Ron initiated a conversation that had been brewing in his mind for days. He hesitated, unsure of how to broach the subject, but the intensity in his gaze gave him courage. “I’ve been wondering if we need to continue to be as formal when talking about intimate stuff,” he began, his voice low and hesitant. Anne tilted her head, a puzzled expression on her face. “What do you mean?”

Ron continued, emboldened by her confusion. “We call breasts, ‘breasts,’ and your vagina, ‘vagina.’ There are other terms, of course. They’re a bit naughtier, a little more intimate when used just between the two of us. I was wondering if we could use those terms. Just between the two of us.”

A slow smile spread across Anne’s face, a knowing glint in her eyes. “You think you should feel free to talk about my pussy and teats any time you want to?” she teased, barely suppressing a laugh. Ron’s face flushed crimson. He hadn’t anticipated such a direct response. It was a stark reminder of her independent spirit, her willingness to challenge his expectations.

Anne considered his reaction, then decided against pushing too far. The thought of completely shocking him, of unleashing the full force of her desires, was both appealing and terrifying. She opted for a more measured approach. "Maybe some day those words would be okay for them to use with each other one day, but they haven't been married long enough – they still have much to learn about each other.” She paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "Pussy and teats are common enough terms to be more in the category of naughty instead of 'dirty.'"

The conversation hung heavy in the humid air, charged with unspoken desires. Ron felt a surge of heat course through his veins, a primal urge taking hold. The privacy of their secluded corner, combined with the shared intimacy of their words, fueled his fantasies. He pulled Anne closer, initiating a passionate kiss that would have caused a scandal in front of her family. Their lips met with a desperate hunger, a silent promise of pleasure to come.

As they clung together, Ron’s hand began to creep down the back of her mother’s swimsuit, seeking purchase on her firm breasts. The cool water intensified the sensation, while the tight fabric only heightened his anticipation. He could feel the slight bulge of her camel toe, a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. He didn’t comment, letting the unspoken invitation hang in the air.

“It feels good when you hold my teats,” she murmured against his lips, her voice laced with a hint of invitation. The words ignited a fire within him, pushing him to take his touch further. He wrapped his fingers around her chest, drawing her closer still. The scent of her skin, mingled with the earthy smell of the lake, filled his senses.

Anne, feeling the warmth of his touch, relaxed into his embrace. The water lapped gently against their legs, a rhythmic accompaniment to their escalating passion. She allowed herself to succumb to the moment, surrendering to the pleasure that was beginning to build within her.

As they continued to kiss, Ron's hand moved lower, pulling the straps of the swimsuit away from her shoulders. The front of the suit began to slide down, exposing her breasts to his eager gaze. Anne felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She knew she should say something, object, perhaps, but the desire was too overwhelming to resist.

Ron, sensing her hesitation, leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don't be shy," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Let me show you what you've been missing."

With a final, decisive movement, he released her breasts, allowing them to fall freely into his waiting hands. Anne gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The sensation of his touch, so intimate and powerful, sent shivers down her spine. She instinctively reached out to cover his hands, clinging to them for support.

They remained like that for a moment, lost in the throes of their shared pleasure, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating in unison. Ron continued to massage her breasts, his fingers tracing the curves of her nipples, eliciting moans of delight from Anne. The cool water amplified the sensation, creating a wave of heat that spread throughout her entire body.

As he continued his ministrations, Ron pulled his hands to the sides of her breasts, under her arms. The movement caused her to arch her back slightly, further intensifying the pleasure. He massaged her breasts gently, then pushed the straps of the swimsuit away from her shoulders, allowing her breasts to hang freely.

Anne, emboldened by the intensity of the moment, allowed herself to relax further, surrendering to the pleasure that was now consuming her. She could hear her brothers splashing and yelling in the distance, but they were distant sounds, insignificant in the face of their shared passion.

Ron, noticing her increasing arousal, continued his assault, pulling his hands to the sides of her breast, under her arms. The sensation was exquisite, sending shivers down her spine. He pushed her body against him, deepening the embrace.

With a final, desperate movement, he stripped the swimsuit completely from her, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The cool air raised goosebumps on her skin, but she didn't care. She was lost in the moment, completely consumed by her desire.

Ron, feeling the thrill of her submission, began to explore her body with his hands. He ran his fingers along her stomach, her thighs, her hips, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Anne moaned with delight, clinging to him tightly, desperate for more.

As he continued his exploration, Ron pulled her arms around his neck, pulling her close. He kissed her passionately, his lips searching her body, claiming every inch of her skin. Anne responded with equal fervor, her body arching and twisting in his arms.

Just holding Anne wasn’t enough for Ron. He pulled his hands to the sides of her breast, under her arms. After massaging for a moment, he pushed the straps off her shoulders. The front began to slide down off her breast. Anne knew she should say, “No.” but it would have been a halfhearted protest at best. So, she said nothing.

The top of the suit cups slipped past her nipples and her breasts popped free. Anne immediately grabbed Ron’s hands and used them for cover. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Ron enjoyed the intimacy. Anne felt embarrassed but oddly, because she was covered by his hands, she also felt protected.

Releasing her breasts, he pulled her straps back up to her shoulders. One by one, he affectionately returned each breast to its cup. Covered again, Anne felt relieved that they hadn’t been caught, but she also had a tinge of regret. The thrill of risk had gone straight between her legs. She wanted Ron to touch her and not just her breast.

She even had thoughts of taking off her suit top off again herself—and maybe more than the top. But she had been taught that good girls didn’t expose themselves—that would have been just too naughty. And the thought of them actually getting caught made her shiver. She would never be able to explain it to her parents.

The noise of her brothers at the dam went silent. They were getting out to head back to the farmhouse for supper. Ron released Anne and after a little adjustment of her suit (and his shorts also), they climbed out of their end of the lake to join her brothers. Both were thinking about how much fun they were going to have when they got home that night.

Did you like this story? Farm Pond Secrets Unfold look, but like these, here Mother sex stories.