Chapter 839 Mom Does Anything:>9
- I stepped through the dining room's swinging glass doors and into the sun, the rays of light warming my skin on contact. No shirt covered my upper body, but a white towel hung over my left shoulder, and a pair of colorful boardshorts circled my waist. I had chosen the shorts that Jenna had bought me. They hung low enough on my hips that if I hadn't trimmed my pubic hairs, more than a few curls would have poked out over the waistband. Mom didn't like them--not when Jenna was around, and Jenna's fingers had a tendency to glide across my skin, but maybe that would change now that we were alone. If Mom could show off, then why couldn't I? (It had taken some effort to pull those shorts from their drawer and slide them up my legs.)
- Next to the pool, opposite the granite wall, there was a row of white-cushioned lounge chairs and small glass tables. That's where I found Mom. She lay on her back, with a white tennis visor on her head and sunglasses over her eyes. Her skin didn't shine with lotion, and my heartbeat did a double-thump as soon as I saw that. She wore a small, red bikini top over her breasts, the kind made of strings that wrapped around her back and hooked over her shoulders, around her neck. The cups were half-moons that cut an angle across her breasts, covering her nipples but leaving the inner swells and the sides of her tits exposed.
- I wanted to whistle. I had never seen my mother wear a top that exposed so much of her tit-flesh, and yet, I had to hide a sigh. I don't know why I had thought that Mom would have worn less, but I had hoped. Did she think a bikini would keep me from running off to Jenna after her teasing today? And as if she wanted me to run off to Jenna, around her waist, she was wearing a mid-thigh length, white, semi-transparent wraparound skirt. A skirt? Damn it!