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The cabin was quite opulent, an imitation log cabin, ranch style, with five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a huge livingroom. We stayed in them pretty much from breakfast to bedtime. They started their days in bikinis and beach covers which would come off and on depending upon the moment's activities which included cooking, swimming at the beach, sun tanning sessions in the afternoon followed by more swimming and more cooking.
Jimmy's father got a new job at a company across town.In my opinion, Gina was the best of the four moms and that was saying a lot in this crowd with one D cup woman already. My mom was as attractive as any of the other mothers.Jimmy was my best friend and he knew about me ogling his mom and the crush I had for her. The tallest of the group, she stood at five seven and weighed about 150 pounds.But, the boys, the sons and not the Four, would ogle her every time she appeared in her bathing suit. She was carrying about 140 pounds on her luscious frame, mostly in the boobs and the butt. Every time she paraded about the campground in her short shorts or on the beach in a matronly bikini, if there is such a thing, my view would focus on that chubby butt of hers.Next was Indhira, of Indian heritage as evidenced by her name. Standing just five foot nothing and weighing maybe 100 pounds, her petite figure made us guess at her bra size but her son, Ravi, gave us the answer as B cups after checking the dirty laundry one week. But my view would be teased away by the sway and bounce of her incredible tits. The other mothers would tease my mother, Diana, about her extra son. Anywhere Diana was found, Jimmy would be not very far away ogling her great body.There were trees everywhere giving it a forested look.
We were lucky in that Indhira had been given the largest divorce settlement which she invested in one of the larger houses in the neighborhood. It had a great swimming pool, a hot tub and sauna, a basketball court, and even a huge patio area, virtually an outdoor kitchen.
The Four would spend most of their time off fishing. I don't know if it was their skill or the abundance of fish in the area but we ate fish almost nightly for two weeks.
Fortunately the moms were good cooks and the provided meals were typically good and included different taste profiles.
Good sized tits, solid C cups, information I shared with the boys, a bubble butt and long firm legs.
There were never any arguments about whose Mom was the best looking from us boys.
It was centrally located to all our homes so it was a natural meeting place for mothers and sons. One of the fathers was overheard to refer to them as the Danville Divorced Bitches Club.