All morning, he whined about not being able to go out into the deep end of the pool. In fact, he whined about everything.... The car ride was too long, the food wasn't good enough, he was too tired.... She'd spent a month's salary to afford this vacation. She just wanted to give her son something fun, a memory for the two of them to share. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?
According to Jimmy, it was. He was only seven years old, but was a terror. She dreamed about what it would be like to be without him, to be able to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, to not be bound by him.
So she gave in. She let him go out into the deep end of the hotel swimming pool, on his raft. It was early in the morning and no one else was out. She lay the raft out, then punctured it with one of her long fingernails. "Okay, Jimmy, it's all yours!"
"Oh boy!" he shouted, and jumped out onto the raft. She kicked it out, so that it was floating out in the middle of the 9 foot deep pool. "Look at me, mommy! I'm a big boy!"
"Yes, you certainly are," she said, her pussy growing wet at the site of the air bubbles trickling out the bottom. "Mommy will be right over here if you need me. I'll be watching you. Oh yes, Ill be watching."
