I was born and raised in good ole' southern Louisiana by my beautiful, single Cajun mother. I am short, have brownish-dirty blonde medium length hair, which is often worn loosely around just passing my shoulders, and piercing blue eyes. I love sports (Geaux Saints) and have an athletic slim body. When I turned eighteen, my mom decided that it was time to live her life and start dating someone seriously again. My dad left us when I was only 10 years old. Since then I had always craved the presence of a strong man to lead me. Not so much later, my mom found a new man, Jeff, and as it turned out, he was a fellow southerner from Florida. I only saw him briefly when he picked up my mom for a date. He was a tall, handsome guy with a well-trimmed beard, blond wavy hair, and green eyes. This past summer, he invited us to visit Florida because he wanted to introduce us to his family and so that he and I could get to know each other better. He paid for my flight and even treated me to first class as well as paid for a hotel suite just for me. He made sure hat it was next door to my moms. We arrived in Florida where he had a limo pick us up from the airport and we checke dinto our hotel. After a brief dinner with his parents and his brother, we all went to bed. Mom and Jeff went to the room he got my mom and I went to my own. I can never sleep the first night in any place new so I woke up at 3am and I could hear them making love. The moans made me so horny that I fingered myself to a quick orgasm while they fucked, only one wall separating them from me. The next day, we drove to Jeffs remote weekend house at a lake shore. The family had prepared everything for us, including great food and tons of laughs. We enjoyed the day playing tag football and Jeff even showed us how to row his boat. We had a blast and I was so happy for my mom. That evening, when my mom went to the bathroom, he asked me if everything was okay. I said yes. He then asked if it was tough for me being away from my boyfriend for three weeks. Maybe he had realized how noisy they were the night before. "I don't have a boyfriend," I answered quickly. This was true because younger men were so selfish and my sex with them had been less than satisfactory. When mom came back, we fell silent, both of us blushing. After dinner, we made smores and shared stories, which was a lot of fun. Tired from the days events, we all went to bed fairly early. That night, too, at 4am, I could hear them fucking again. And again, I satisfied my wet pussy with my fingers. The next morning, Jeff apologized when mom was out of hearing distance. "Hey Leanna, I am sorry to have made you feel uncomfortable yesterday evening by asking about your boyfriend. I didn't know that you are more into women." "I am not a lesbian!" I replied snappishly, and I could see that he blushed. The rest of day went as normally as it could, but Jeff seemed to avoid making any type of eye contact. The three of us swam a bit in the cold lake, making my nipples rock hard. Mom and Jeff touched and kissed in the water. I could tell they were totally in love with each other. I had been getting a bit more jealous every time I saw them together since we had arrived. Back home I had had some short flings with older men, and it seemed that those three sexless weeks were getting tougher for me than I thought. When I got out the water, I could notice out of the corner of my eye how they both looked at me in my bikini. I pulled the bikini bottoms out of my butt crack, turned towards them so Jeff could see my hard nipples on my perky B-size titties, waved at them and ran off to go inside. That night I heard them again. I got wet thinking that Jeff thought about me while he was fucking mom. I got hornier every day. Not having someone to fuck was getting on my nerves. Every night I finger fucked myself. Jeff and I grew closer day by day, too. We chatted about many things. The three of us did everything together during the day. But at night, Jeff was there for mom alone. A few days later, mom went out to go shopping. She would be gone for a few hours and I knew I could finally get some alone time with Jeff. Since Jeff loves swimming, I asked him to join me in the hotel pool. So, we jumped into our bathing suits as soon as mom left he driveway. I jumped in the pool and turned around to splash water of Jeff. I loved to see his hairy chest. We laughed and splashed around in the water. After we played around in the water, I swam up to him, treading water. "Thank you for this wonderful time here." He beamed as he said, " I am so happy you like it here." I closed the last meter between him and me and hugged him. I gently kissed on his cheek. He retreated and looked at me uncomfortably. "Look," he stumbled, "I am in love with your mom. I like you, but that is all. Just... This is wrong. You are too young." "It's not fair. I hear you all night making love. I am no lesbian. I may be young but I am a woman who needs sex, too." I swam to him and hugged him again. "I have had sex with older men." And I gave him a kiss on the mouth before he cold recover from the shock that I was such a slut. I backed away from him. I reached to my back and unfastened my bikini top. I slowly rose to the surface, and he could see it floating on the water, "Leanna, we are in hotel's pool, anyone could see you like this!" I reached down and unfastened my bikini bottoms