Gohan's crush

Quietly I sat and watched her

Bright pale skin reflecting sunlight

I know she's a lot older than me

But she really doesn't look it

With her electric blue hair

Hanging down over her crimson-red bikini

"Gohan I see you there,"

It broke my concentration

She hadn't looked up

Just motioned to me

I walked to her

Staring at the half-naked body

She pointed to some oil

"Gimme a squirt?" she asked undignified

I grabbed to bottle

Pouring the oil over her body

Watching it flow over her breasts

Over her stomach

And her thighs…

"Gohan!"

She called out, and I looked at the bottle

Before the bottle had been entirely full

Now it was empty

I walked back to the bushes

Just in time to see Vegeta walk up

He placed his hands on his wife's hips

Running up the oily stomach

Up to the bikini top

For almost a minute

Te bikini was off

Exposing her beautiful breasts to the world

Before her husband's hands were up

Cupping the breasts, rubbing agents her backside

Then he looked up, staring straight at me

Bearing his teeth as he bit her shoulder

I walked off slow, embarrassed

Who was I kidding anyway?

Her son was closer to my age than she

I went home, sad and discouraged

Later that night my dad came to see me

Smiling weakly, carrying an unmarked cardboard box

The box was small, no bigger than a shoebox

But it looked heavy, and the contents were so large

The lid hardly contained it

I opened the lid, and to my surprise

There were photographs, hundreds of them

Of her, almost all of them naked

Even more surprisingly they were not candid shots

She was poising for the camera

Trying to arouse the photographer

My dad was simply smiling

And I couldn't help but wonder

If he knew what he had given me?

Had he taken these?

There was only one way to be sure

I fished out an in particularly naughty one

Showing my dad, watching his reaction

She was propped up on her knees, entirely naked

The woman was obviously aroused

She was licking a long, red lollipop

The large pop was resting on top of her

Leaving a long, cherry-flavored stripe

Over her pasty white breasts

Dad stared at it for a minute

Before sitting down next to me

Resting a pillow in his lap

For five minutes or so

We sat, admiring to beautiful

Finally my dad spoke

"You know that she just called me right?"

I stared at the box, and then my dad

But he was smiling, patting my shoulder

"I can get inside her pants

Keep them, you deserve them"

And he stood up to leave

And I sat transfixed

That is until he closed the door

Then I screamed like a little girl

Dumping the photos onto my bed

Rolling and crying into my wealth