The community swimming pool in Pleasant Hill was, in normal times, one of the town's more boast-worthy features. Nearly Olympic-sized, it was endowed with funds from a former resident who had made a fortune elsewhere and wanted to "give back" to the community of his youth. On warmer days, the shimmering blue waters were a popular destination for parents and their children, to attend swimming lessons, dive, or relax on deck chairs arranged around the foot-searing white pavement that surrounded the pool.
As Naomi Cross lay on a sun chair, feeling the heat of the afternoon sun on her shapely midriff and thighs, she reflected on the strangeness of this shift, and of the past three days overall. She knew something unprecedented was going on, and she further knew that she was no longer herself. Her previous desires and goals were still there, but they had been superseded, drowned out by a greater desire as a light bulb might pale before the full illumination of the sun. She was still Naomi Cross- capable, resourceful, a licensed medical doctor, and shapely underneath her lab coat, but...
"...now I've got some extra motivation," she murmured to herself, eyelashes flickering.
Brooke, just one chair over, gave her the side-eye. The blonde was face-down, her golden body looking more at home in the sun, her bikini top untied to prevent a horizontal tan-line across her shapely back. Despite the fact that the community pool was filled with underage children, Brooke was wearing a barely-there thong bikini and her shapely, squat-sculpted MILF butt-globes jutted in a lewd display.
"Talking to yourself again, doctor?" Brooke used the term teasingly, a habit that had started to grate on Naomi's nerves.
"It's nothing."
It was day four of her adventure, and Naomi was still not sure how to reconcile her desires with the life she had left behind. She herself was wearing a black slingshot bikini that was utterly immodest, nothing but strings and three strips of black fabric. It was better-suited to Girls Gone Wild video than a community pool. Still, Brooke had insisted they go suit-shopping, that it was time to "represent the family". The fabric strips weren't enough to cover her nipples up top and did almost nothing to hide her pussy below. Her breasts bulged inside and around the tight restraints in weighty, succulent expanses. Beside the two women lay Aiden, who was bare-chested and taking the sun wearing a pair of large board-shorts that cut off a couple of inches below his knee. He'd not yet ventured into the water, but Naomi shuddered to imagine what he might look like emerging from it after a dive with the suit clinging to his thighs, outlining every detail of what was below. For a moment her mind swam with images of water beading on 9-year-old skin that was utterly flawless and tanned, of sandy-blonde, chin-length hair plastered to a slender neck. Unconsciously, she bit her bottom lip.
It was a hot day, and the town had come out in force. The pool was awash with foaming waves from the splashing of a large number of children, ranging from kindergarten age to mid-teens. A few parents were also enjoying the water, but most were content to languish on the deck and soak up the sun, or sit on picnic blankets that were arranged on the grass beyond the fenced-in enclosure, keeping one eye on their kids and one eye on their gossip partners and rivals.
Already a strange divide between in-towners and outsiders had begun to emerge, and Naomi watched it with an interest that was both tawdry and terrified. Nearly all of the mothers at the pool were in unbelievable shape, sporting huge natural breasts, jiggly MILF asses or carved-from-wood physiques born from squats, elliptical trainers and treadmills, hour after hour. Naomi knew this look well- she and Brooke, when they weren't busy tending to Aiden, exercised together out of respect for the boy. The women flaunted these physiques with outrageous swimsuits, a collection of tiny thongs and bulging bikini tops from which their pussy mounds and mammaries seemed fit to burst out at any moment. All sported either flawless and matronly skin, perfect tans, or both.
The competition is picking up.
Most of the women had young sons, and their public displays of affection for them were bordering on the obscene for any normal setting. Naomi saw mothers slapping asses, suggestively rubbing suntan lotion on nubile, youthful chests and thighs, kissing mouths, and even surreptitiously staring at underage crotches without attempt to hide their attentions. The boys themselves seemed a collection of doe eyed and slender nymphs with fresh haircuts and bodies forged in the carefree meadow-running exercise of summer.
A small percentage of the pool-goers were not in on the secret, or hadn't been affected by it, and Naomi was quick to watch their reactions. One middle-aged man had brought his chubby son to the pool and his eyes nearly fell out of his head as he looked over in their direction to see Brooke's bountiful butt and Naomi's near-non-existent bikini. His sunglasses fell from the front of his face and clattered to the pool deck as he covered his son's eyes with both hands.
Not part of the game, are you, dad? thought Naomi, fascinated. You haven't seen any treadmills or done any squats lately.
It took a while, but eventually the man left the wire-fenced pool area and approached a parked police car that was in the facility lot. He seemed to speak to the female officer inside, his face stern despite the modest erection obvious through his khaki shorts. Then his face changed to incredulity, then anger. After a further minute of gesturing and conversation, the man simply got into his car and drove away with his son with an astounded expression. Minutes later, a blonde police officer with the countenance of a Valkyrie, a pixie cut and breasts nearly bursting out of the front of her uniform emerged from the car, completing the picture and explanation.
Got told to go fuck yourself, didn't you dad? Bet you'll be moving out of Pleasant Hill soon.
Naomi glanced over at Aiden had a smile on his face as he soaked in the son, slight as it was gentle.
Priorities have changed around here, and we've got the ultimate symbol of power on our side. Brooke wants to live like a queen. But I just want to have her perfect 9-year-old son fuck my brains out with his womb-destroying cock and change my life forever with a son who's as hung as he is.
Naomi's reverie was broken as she heard Brooke speak up. "Hey kiddo. I need someone to help me put some sunscreen on. Up for the job?" She wasn't talking to Aiden (Brooke would never disrespect the boy by asking him to service her that way) but to a passing kid who couldn't have been more than eight years of age. He was wearing a cute little pair of green swim trunks, his eyes were amber rings set beneath an adorable shock of brown hair that was partially laid against his head by the wetness of the pool.
"Are you talking to me?" the kid asked, kneading his thumbs nervously and with hesitation written on his face. Adorable.
"Yes. What's your name, kiddo?"
"Tyler."
"Ok, Tyler. I need a real man to put lotion all over my back and my big ass. And you look like you're up for the job." Brooke looked over at Naomi and winked, as if to say "watch me stir up some trouble". Which was something Brooke excelled at. Naomi, even having only known her for four days, had realized that much. Brooke was, if nothing else, a social predator.
"I dunno," the boy was saying. "My mom-"
"Your mother won't mind," Brooke interrupted. She flexed her ass lewdly as she lay on the chair, letting it tense and jiggle, tense and jiggle. "I don't want to get burned. Didn't she tell you it's proper to help others?"
"Well, ummmm...." The boy's expression became confused and even cuter than before.
Brooke reached beneath the sun chair with one shapely arm and produced a large, white bottle of sunscreen. She held it out to the boy, who seemed to hesitate, but took two steps forward nonetheless, stopping by her chair. His wet trunks dripped a puddle under him, and Naomi thought she could detect the rock-hard branch of a straining young penis beneath. He took the bottle from Brooke, his hands smaller even than her dainty ones.
"Put some on my back," said Brooke. Her bikini top was undone, and as she adjusted herself on the chair and raised her torso slightly, Tyler was given a lewd eyeful of heavy, tanned sideboob. There was a farting SPLURRRT! sound as the boy squeezed a generous dollop of the white lotion onto Brooke's bronze skin. Satisfied with the amount, he moved his hands forward and began to rub it all over her back.
Naomi observed all of this, and further observed Aiden, who had reacted not at all to Brooke's attention to the other boy, not moving so much as a muscle. Instead, he simply remained inscrutable as ever, an idol wearing sunglasses and soaking in the rays.
He's so powerful, he's not threatened, though Naomi, and felt lust for Aiden rush through her body and engorge the delta of her sex. This other kid is like an insect compared to him, and he knows it.
She sighed.
God I want to suck his prick right now and show him my devotion, show these other bitches that I'm his chosen caretaker.
Little Tyler continued to rub lotion onto Brooke's back in a lewd display, an underage kid slathering a barely dressed grown woman. "Lower," urged Brooke, and Tyler at first seemed to hesitate. Having run low of sunscreen after covering Brooke's back, he now had to reapply, and looked at her sexy butt with hilariously adorable apprehension, holding the lotion in both hands.
"Go ahead," coached Brooke, her voice sultry and obscene. And Tyler did, splurting out fat dollops of sunscreen all over the blonde's huge butt-globes. Seconds later, he moved his young hands in and began to knead the flesh. It was like watching mountains move. "Mmmm..." Brooke moaned. "That feels so good, Tyler. I'll never get a sunburn now. You're a good boy." The boy's hands gripped big handfuls of her buttflesh and pulled and rubbed them, apply the lotion, spreading the cheeks and sliding them back together, fingers nearly disappearing into the flesh.
"Spread me wider," hissed the blonde. "Don't miss a spot!"
Tyler nibbled his lower lip as he spread Brooke's asscheeks and applied lotion to the insides of her thighs and buttocks, revealing her thong and asshole, the first of which didn't do enough to cover the second. The edges of her pink and inviting pucker were plainly visible, and the underage boy rubbed his thumbs over them as he spread the white oil, causing Brooke to moan. She reached a hand out then, manicured and agile, and slid it into the front waistband of Tyler's trunks, searching for his underage cock like the child-fucking pedoslut she was-
"Bitch, what the hell are you doing to my son?!" came the cry. It emanated from several feet away as a woman hastily approached, a pretty, studious-looking brunette in a one piece. But more modest than the other mothers there, less augmented, less concerned with her appearance. She was pretty, and with the right work she might even be beautiful...but in the moment she just looked bewildered and angry. "Get your hands off of him!" she continued, arriving chairside. "Tyler, come with me!" She grabbed the boy by one lotion-slick hand and moved to pull him away.
"You're that cunt from the DMV, aren't you?" said Brooke, matter of factly. She raised herself up on her elbows to talk, and her big breasts dropped freely over her forearms in fat mounds. "I was doing for your son what you should be doing for him, if you weren't such a frigid dyke."
Of course, thought Naomi. Brooke picked this specific child on purpose. She's looking to make a point.
There were gasps of conversation, and the confrontation started to gather an immediate audience. The female police officer approached the wire fence for a closer vantage, and others began to gather as well. The brunette's eyes narrowed at Brooke. "I remember you," she said. "You're that blonde bitch who gave us all so much trouble and wanted special treatment! Well, fuck you!"
She turned away again and began to walk.
"Your son is worthless, you know that?" Brooke taunted. The brunette turned around. Her eyes were blazing, a forelock of her neck-length hair hanging in her eyes, her tight (if not generous) figure heaving with angry breaths. She looked to be breathing smoke. Tyler, for his part, looked terrified, and saddened by Brooke's words. For the first time, even Aiden was paying attention.
It wasn't the brunette who spoke up, but Megumi Ogawa, the 29-year-old Pleasant Hill high school athletics coach. A tall Japanese woman with a model figure that was only possible for women of a certain height - 5'11" or 6'0" at least, her long black hair was done up with chopsticks, with two small flourishes able to fly free from her forehead. Wearing a sexy girl's high school swimming uniform over a figure both lithe and voluptuous, she looked like an Asian sexbomb delivered especially to make penises explode like kamikaze pilots. Though her runway length should have denied it, her breasts were huge and her ass looked like dimes could bounce off of it all afternoon. The tight suit pulled into the delta of her crotch like it was a vortex and clung to her waist and bust like wet tissue paper.
"Who do you think you are, saying that?" said the coach, in her authoritative and somewhat formal tone. "Prove your own son's worth first and maybe your words will have some meaning."
The brunette suddenly looked confused. "What do you mean, prove her son's worth? They're just kids! This is crazy-"
"My Isamu is the equal of any boy here," continued the gym coach. She pointed to the diving board. There, a tanned and gorgeous half-Japanese, half-Caucasian boy with grey eyes, about 11 years old, executed a perfect spinning somersault before slicing into the water without a splash. He emerged from the water quickly, and his tiny, tight speedo appeared to be smuggling grapefruits and a kielbasa sausage. The women present gasped. All except Brook and Naomi of course.
"Look at the super-fat balls on that kid!" one of the onlooking mothers exclaimed.
"I think I'm going to be sick..." moaned the brunette. "Tyler, cover your eyes!"
But there was no time for that. The situation was escalating quickly. Aiden, as if he knew what was coming, straightened his legs on his deck chair and looked over at Naomi, with expectation. Brooke gave Naomi the nod, and it was obvious what needed to be done. Gripping at Aiden's waist and feeling the momentary beautiful heat of his hips, Naomi pulled the boy's board shorts down and revealed it all- the beautiful smooth thighs, the heavy, hairless sack that rested on the chair with sperm-loaded weight, and most importantly, the massive 9-year-old cock that extended to below Aiden's knee. As if to punctuate the lewd display, the pisshole gouted a rush of cloudy pre-cum that slid down the cock-helmet and to the ground.
There were dropped jaws, utter silence. The brunette looked on the verge of a seizure. "Your....sons...c-...c-...co-...cock! Is...huge!"
Megumi, after a second of quiet contemplation, fell to one knee and lowered her head, bidding her son do the same. She addressed Brooke. "If I've offended you," she said, "I'm truly sorry."
"You should be sorry, you nip piece of shit," replied Brooke, nastily. She turned her attention to the brunette. "What's your name, bitch?" she asked.
"...Lauren Jones." The woman looked shellshocked and hypnotized by Aiden's beauty and his virile, cum-leaking cock.
"Lauren Jones, next time I'm at the DMV, you take me to the front of the line, and do whatever I want. Are we clear?"
No response. Lauren's eyes danced in her head. Naomi watched with rapt attention at the new social order, teasing Aiden's nipple with her tongue, rubbing his thigh, showing them that she had access to him while they did not.
"Why...I mean...what if..." Lauren stammered.
"If you do as I say," said Brooke, "then maybe I'll let Aiden spit into your mouth a couple of times a week."
Lauren's body shuddered. "Can I...can I...lick his ass?" Her son's eyes went wide.
"Mom!" he exclaimed.
"Shut up, faggot," Lauren replied, showing her son complete disdain. "Real people are talking."
Brooke laughed. "It all depends how nice you are to me. For now, you can apologize to me by sucking your son's pathetic tiny dick in front of everyone here, while my boy Aiden fucks the shit out of me."
By now, all the other out-of-towners had left the pool or been ejected, feeling queasy and unsure about what they had seen. But there was still a sizable crowd to see Lauren drop to her knees in front of her son and rip down his trunks to reveal a three-inch pre-pubescent cock.
"Mom!?" moaned Tyler. There were tears in his eyes. Brooke rose from her chair. Naomi slurped and sucked up and down Aiden's shaft, getting him hard. Brooke straddled him, showing her ass to the audience, ready to get speared to the womb in cowgirl position, once her son's cock was rising like a flesh tower from his chair and she could do all the work herself, working her cunt up and down on it. For her part, Lauren simply regarded her son with shame and disgust.
"Shut up, Tyler," she told the seven-year-old. "Our family is a disgrace because of you, because of me. Now humiliate my face with your watery seed so we can apologize." She easily swallowed her son's cock and sucked on it noisily and lewdly, her eyes blank with shame, humiliation and shock. Tyler wept silently. And the audience took it all in, marveling at Aiden's cock, and plotting, planning, trying to find some way to gain Brooke's favor...or steal Aiden's favor for themselves. In that moment, they all wanted his child in their bellies...his superior seed, to sow the next generation of big-dicked Pleasant Hill babies.
Aiden's jutting prick ripped into Brooke's pussy as she lowered herself, moaning loudly. The cock was as thick as an arm, and it fairly dragged the edges of Brooke's pussy inward as it ravished her. It created a visible bulge in her midsection as it penetrated upward and she in turn thrust herself down upon it, displacing her innards and not caring, only wanting to be ripped apart by Aiden's huge boycock. There were gasps as she took 12 inches, then 13, working his pre-teen pipe like a stripper pole. In that moment, they all felt inadequate to the task of pleasing him. They wondered how much their own pussies could absorb. Some lamented their sons, who could never test them this way. Naomi sucked Aiden's balls while Brooke's ass crashed up and down just above her head, and in between mouthfuls of scrotal flesh and boysweat, she observed it all.
It was only a few seconds before Tyler spattered Lauren's face with a few clear drops of what could loosely be called seed. Tyler then ran weeping to the parking lot, but Lauren stayed to watch with empty eyes as Brooke fucked her son, and joined in the jealousy and subservience twenty minutes later as Aiden flooded Brooke's womb in front of them all, unleashing so much wad that it slopped back out copiously down her thighs. The boy had cum hard...but not his hardest. Naomi could tell.
Brooke settled onto the chair's edge and leaned back, spreading her legs to reveal the extent of the creampie, a thick, white discharge pouring from her gaping folds after the invasion of Aiden's bicep-thick cock. She addressed Megumi, who was still kneeling.
"Asian bitch, come eat the wad out of my pussy," she taunted. "You showed the proper respect."
"Don't do it, mom!" said Isamu, gripping at his mother's shoulder. But she would not be denied. God, Aiden's cum was so thick...and the she needed it in her belly. Knee-walking shortly forward, she placed two hands on Brooke's thighs and shared a smoldering glance with the blonde before diving into her quim and jamming her tongue right into the flow of sperm-smelling white-yellow goo that was pouring out. She drank it in fat, graceless gulps, licking ass and pussy, taking all she could get.
"That's it, you fucking slant. Suck my son's huge load out of my twat and learn what real cum tastes like!" hissed Brooke, having a minor orgasm from the Asian woman's ministrations. Naomi, for her part, was sucking the leakage out of Aiden's softening cock, and though jealous she didn't get to eat the creampie, was satisfied to perform "aftercare".
It had, after all, been a very educational afternoon.