Chapter 9

The following morning Ella and Bobby went to the pool. Instead of the tight-fitting, skimpy bikini she had worn on previous days, Ella wore a one-piece tank suit that somehow managed to hide and disguise the best parts of her glorious body.

When Bobby asked her why, Ella explained that it was best that she not overshadow Mrs. Rouston with her own figure and youth. And, also, the tank suit would be more appropriate for the sweetly-demure mother of an innocent twelve-year-old boy.

"But I'm thirteen," Bobby insisted.

"From now on, you're twelve, Son," she said. "The younger and fresher the meat for our dear lady, the better."

Bobby wore a white bathing suit that was little more than a second skin over his crotch and buttocks. His cock and balls made a prominent bulge in the tightly-stretched material.

They spotted Kay Rouston lounging near the pool. Her body had, at one time, probably been everything Ella's was now. But now, approaching fifty, it had started to sag and fill out in the wrong places.

She wore a tank suit much like Ella's, made of a stretchy blue material. Her tits rose like two balloons above the top and it didn't take much imagination for Bobby to see that without the built-in support from the suit's bra her two mammoth breasts would sag a long way toward her belly.

Other than a few lines around the eyes, barely discernable beneath the sunglasses she wore, her face was fairly smooth and free of wrinkles. Her hair was a streaked blonde and piled high on her head to give her a chic appearance of maturity and sophistication.

Bobby scrutinized her and came to the conclusion that , all in all, it wouldn't bee bad to fuck her. It might even be fun, another new experience.

"C'mon," Ella said, grabbing his arm. "I slipped the pool boy a five. We have the two chairs right next to hers."

Ella settled into a chair two places away from the older woman, leaving the one between them for Bobby.

Kay Rouston glanced up at the redhead, showing little or no interest in her mumbled hello in response to Ella's greeting. Her eyes return immediately to the book she was reading.

It was a totally different story when Bobby approached them and sat down with his crotch o a direct line with the woman's face. She carefully examined the young boy's body and his genital area, which was pointing right at her.

Bobby stretched out and sunned himself while he talked to his mother.

"But I don't need a babysitter," he said. "I'm old enough to take care of myself."

"You're only twelve and too young to be in the suite by yourself all night long. You'll have to stay under the supervision of the hotel nursery while we're gone, even though all those children are so much younger than you."

They argued between themselves for a few minutes longer and then Bobby asked permission to go into the pool.

"Yes ... go ahead," Ella replied, "but we can't stay long. Your father will be here soon for lunch."

Bobby walked briskly to the side of the pool. Kay Rouston's eyes were alive as she watched the boy's taut young buttocks move in the tight swim trunks.

Ella watched the woman. She was sure she saw the woman's thighs tense and the material over her crotch tremble as the boy dove into the pool.

"Your son?" Kay asked.

"Yes," Ella replied.

"He's a fine-looking boy."

"He's wild ... but then I guess all twelve-year-old boys are going through that strange phase ... if you know what I mean.

The older woman laughed. "Oh yes ... I have three daughters ... a little older than your boy, of course. He's big for his age."

"Yes, I'm afraid so," Ella replied. "We have to watch him like a hawk or he'd have every little girl in the hotel up in our suite."

"Really?"

"I'm afraid so," Ella said, knowing already that the woman was hooked. "just yesterday afternoon we caught him with one of the chambermaids. I guess he's like his father, an overactive libido."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. It's quite normal in a healthy young boy. He's becoming curious and has to go through the experimenting stage."

Ella laughed. "I'm afraid it's already gone past the experimenting stage."

"Oh? My, he looks almost too young."

Kay contemplated the boy's long, strong strokes as he crossed back and forth in the pool.

"I'm Kay Rouston," she said at last. "I'm down on vacation from New York."

"We're from the mid-west," Ella said. "Michigan. I'm afraid it's a business trip for us, but we're trying to play as much as we can. I'm Ella Thompson."

"It's a shame your son has to spend his time with the kiddies when you're not with him"

"Yes," Ella replied. "I know it's no fun for him. But it can't be helped. I just don't trust babysitters when we're away from home like this. Besides, they're usually not much older than he is, and I've already told you about that!"

"Yes."

"But we have this dinner we have to attend just down the coast tonight, and I just don't know what time we'll get back."

"It's a shame ..." Kay said, as if she were musing out loud.

"What's that?" Ella asked.

"Oh ... I'm all alone down here and I have this huge two-bedroom suite ..."

"Oh? Your husband's not with you?"

"My husband passed away almost ten years ago. It's a shame my two younger daughters couldn't join me either. One of them will be coming tomorrow evening, but tonight ..."

"Yes?"

"Well, that spare bedroom is just going to waste. I would be more than happy to babysit your son for the whole night."

"Oh, no," Ella said. "That would be too much trouble."

"Not at all," Kay said. "Tell you what ... why don't we have lunch together, the three of us, and we'll talk about it."

"All right," Ella said, smiling with all the charm in the world.

The trap was sprung.

Lunch was a cat-and-mouse game, with young Bobby playing the innocent youth to the hilt. It was finally agreed that Ella would bring Bobby down to the woman's suite about six o'clock. It was also agreed that he should bring his night things with him.

Back in their own rooms, Ella threw her arms around the boy and hugged him. "Bobby, you were beautiful ... perfect."

"Thanks."

"Art, you should have seen him. He was wonderful. He should be an actor!"

"What about the old lady?" Art asked.

"No sweat. She's hooked," Ella replied, "and I mean hooked all the way. You should have seen her. She could hardly keep her hands off him all through lunch. And you should have seen the rings on that old broad's fingers. Art, she'd loaded!"

"I know she's loaded," he replied. "I already checked her out ... remember? She's perfect. Her old man left her bundles when he kicked off. She lives with her two younger daughters in a posh Long Island mansion and her older daughter is married and a pillar of society."

"Sweet ... sweet deal," Ella said. "How much do you think?"

"At the short end," Art said, "it should be fifteen grand. Now, Bobby, be cool! Don't you start anything or be overanxious."

"Okay," the boy replied, feeling as though he were part of some movie.

"Just let her do it all and you go along with it."