CHAPTER TWO

Thursday

I woke up with a splitting headache, and when I stumbled downstairs, desperate for coffee, Sean was already in the kitchen. He wore his usual pair of boxers and nothing else, and a proud morning erection pitched a straining tent in them.

“Looking hot, Elena!”

His compliment perked me up a bit, though it did bring my attention to what I was wearing. Just a t-shirt and a pair of panties. In my frenzied self-pleasure last night,I must have forgotten to put on shorts. No wonder he’s hard. I thought guiltily. Look at how I’m dressed. I’m not even wearing a bra behind this shirt.

“Well thank you very much young man.”

But something about the compliment, and my response, felt a little too flirtacious. So to keep the conversation casual I added, “God, I was up too late masturbating last night.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so forthright, but what did I really care? Cool moms are open books about when they masturbate.

And it was the truth. I’d gotten carried away and went for much longer than I anticipate, getting caught up in this ridiculous fantasy of–

“Nice.” Sean said with a satisfied grin. “Very nice.”

“What time is it?” I asked, putting last night aside.

“11. When’s the last time you drank that much? You had like a whole bottle.”

“Urghh…” I moaned.

“Still. So cool that you love to get wasted.” Sean winked.

Sean’s recognition made the hangover worth it. Even as a mom, I could still party.

Last night was a blur, and I tried to recall all the things we had talked about, and all the things Sean said about cool moms. Cool moms go by their first name. Cool moms are open books. Cool moms love to dish.

All reasonable ideas. And all things I wanted to live up to.

There was something at the end, though, that needed examining. Something I shouldn’t have agreed to.

“You don’t mind if I rub one out, do you?” Sean pulled out his penis, which I politely looked away from.

“Go for it…” I mumbled, still trying to track my memories for anything over the line.

“Thanks Elena. You’re so cool about that. It’s just teenage urges, right?”

“Yeah.” I said, more sure of myself this time. Just teenage urges. Cool moms understood this about young guys. At that age, they lived in a sea of testosterone and hormones, their brains more a series of impulses than logic. “You can jack off wherever, and whenever you want, Sean.”

A cool mom wouldn’t care if he jacked off whenever, and wherever, he wanted.

The where and when was here and now. Standing dead center in my kitchen, Sean reached into his boxers and gripped his erect penis.

I wasn’t going to just sit around and watch, so I went ahead with my own morning routine. I was starving, so I finished my coffee and got to work on breakfast, enjoying for the first time, an actual quiet morning for Sean.

Except for those small little groans he made, under his breath, but rising in frequency. He pumped himself while I cooked, his breath growing more and more haggard, and eventually pulled his penis completely out of his boxers to pump it in earnest. It was a little awkward, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about this and make him feel ashamed.

Occasionally, I slipped past him, doing my best not to interfere, but even close brushes against his shoulders couldn’t distract him from his mission.

Impressively, he still found time to sneak peaks at my butt or try and catch a view down my shirt any time I bent over. But I was getting used to that, and I couldn’t deny that my butt looked good in a pair of panties. It had kept its shape over all these years, even with a little extra weight on it, and its thick roundess was only flattered by embrace of white cotton.

“Urnnghh…!” He groaned, deep and guttural, finishing. It was good timing, because I was just bending over to pull the frittata out of the oven so we both could eat.

His ejaculate splashed across my tiled floor in white ropes. I winced at how much there was, and how didn’t even have the courtesy to do it into a towel. Casually, he put his penis away and sat down for breakfast and ignored his own mess. Instinctively, I grabbed a napkin to clean up after him.

The puddle was hot and sticky through the napkin, and the sensation shook me alert. Why had I done that? Cool moms love to clean, but this was Sean’s semen. This was not for me to touch. This was his mess.

But Sean was already serving himself a plate, barely regarding me. I sighed and finished wiping down the floor. He’d been leaving his dishes, beers, and dirt behind all week. What was one more mess?

“You know, he’s actually been fine.” I said to my daughter. I sandwiched the phone between my ear and shoulder while I made Sean’s bed.

“Come on, mom. You can be honest with me. He’s driving you crazy, isn’t he?” Sofia said through the line.

“Okay, sure. He’s a lot. Cocky as always and making himself right at home. You won’t believe the mess he made at breakfast.”

I stopped myself before elaborating further. Something told me I shouldn’t mention the masturbation incident. I was trying to ease Sofia’s concerns, not give her reason to freak out.

Besides, what was I complaining about? I liked cleaning.

“Where is Christian in all this?” Sofia asked. “Isn’t his semester over now?”

“I told you, he’s staying on campus for a summer program this year.”

“Right. Well can’t he like, text his friend and tell him to behave?”

“He’s only here for a week,” I reminded Sofia. “I’m just trying to be cool about things for now. If anything, it’s making me appreciate how responsible you kids are.” I gathered a handful of wadded up tissues, dry and crusty, that scattered the room. Guns and explosions echoed from the living room where Sean played some game.

“Well, you’re gonna have a big upgrade when I come home and replace him. It’s gonna be a girl’s summer without Christian!” Sofia said.

I hadn’t thought about that before. “Oh my god, yes!” I said excitedly. “Drinks by the pool, a little gossip, some bonding. We have so much to catch up on.”

Sofia paused. “Huh?”

“Maybe you can tell me about any guys you’ve been seeing…” I floated the idea, caught up in my own excitement. Sofia was a college girl. She must have tons of good stories to dish about. “God, I need to get back out there. I can’t believe it’s been seven years since I.. uhm…”

I swayed where I stood. I was a cool mom, and these things were totally normal to talk about. So why did it feel like I’ve never had that kind of relationship with my daughter before? Shouldn’t I tell her all about how I frigged myself silly last night for the first time in forever?

“Mom, are you okay?”

Was I?

“Uhm, I gotta go. I’m sorry.” I hung up the phone before I could get myself into trouble. Sofia’s tone set off alarm bells, but they were dull, and fading fast.

I stood for a minute in my son’s bedroom, a wad of Sean’s used tissues in my hand. Everything felt off, like living in a dream. Talking to Sean was a bit like that, where logic seemed to bend to his rules.

I’d spent the morning cleaning Sean’s dishes, picking up after him, dusting the house, and waiting on him. I went out for errands, buying him more beer and a couple bottles of liquor, and more food to cook for him. And I’d even cleaned up his semen off my kitchen floor. I could still feel it seeping, hot and wet, through the tissue I used to wipe it.

And I did all this because, well… I liked doing it. Cool moms made life easier for everyone. Wasn’t I a cool mom?

Then there was the other stuff. The first thing I did when I got home from errands was remove my uncomfortable pants. Right down to my panties. I was eager to do it, and I didn’t care that Sean saw. More than that, I was certain he would compliment my butt eventually, and that excited me more than anything.

Where did my usual behavior end and the weird stuff begin? Drinking with him, telling him about my masturbation habits, and letting him do it as he pleased.

I needed to talk to Sean. I needed to re-establish boundaries, or, I don’t know, have things make sense again. Sean was good at making things make sense. In any case, it had been awhile since I’d checked on him. Maybe he needed something…

“A footrub??” I asked.

Sean hardly looked at me. His twitchy fingers operated the controller while he shot digital zombies on the TV screen. “Yeah, thanks. You can just kneel down here and do it.”

“Sean, this is what I came here to talk about.” I said, picking up his trash and handing him a fresh bottle of beer. I placed a plate of snacks on the table. “Don’t you think you’re imposing a little too much?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean– I was just talking to Sofia and– You know I never did any of this stuff for my own kids. I’ve been really cool with you this week and you’re abusing it.”

During my little speech, I must have gotten into position on the floor, because I felt soft carpeting on my knees. As if on auto pilot, I took a foot in my hands and started to rub it.

“Abusing how?” He asked. “You asked me if I needed anything else. I said it’d be really cool to get a footrub. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I rubbed my thumbs circularly into the sole of his foot, getting a little lost in the motions, feeling woozy and warm. “Okay… then I’m going to stop.”

But I kept going.

I thought to myself, over and over, to stand up and tell him his luck was over, but then Sean would say something like, “That feels amazing…” and my resolve would shatter.

Besides, now that I’d started, it wouldn’t be cool not to give equal time to both feet…

“About Sofia…” Sean said eventually. It felt like an hour had passed, but in truth, I had no idea. “You didn’t tell her too much about my stay here, did you?”

“Not really,” I said honestly.

I wanted to. At least, a small part of me wanted to. It was my first chance to get a neutral party’s perspective on everything. A trusted party. My own daughter, who knew Sean personally, and what he was like.

But I didn’t have a chance. I’d gotten overwhelmed, and then hung up. Then I ran to Sean to… confront him, or something. Or to massage his feet, I guess. My fingers were starting to cramp, and a creeping heat radiated down the back of my neck. The aches of this position had become a strangely pleasant reminder that cool moms love to please.

“That’s cool of you. She doesn’t need to know about any of this.”

Was that true? I could hardly understand my own permissive impulses lately. Would any of this make sense to my strong-willed daughter? She’d blow a gasket if she saw me giving Sean, of all people, a massage.

I thought maybe that was what I needed, someone to snap me out of this fog I was in. But…

He was right. I shouldn’t mention any of this to Sofia. It would only create waves, and cool moms didn’t do that. Sofia didn’t need to know how cool I was being to Sean this week. She wouldn’t understand.

It was only when Sean asked me, “So what’s for dinner?” did I remember that I had other chores to do. I’d been so wrapped up in giving a massage, I’d lost track of time. A little later than I originally intended, I pulled myself away from the task.

I felt unexpectedly good. This felt like a win. I told Sean I was going to stop massaging him, and I did. Eventually. But I think he got the point. I wasn’t going to just kneel there and rub his feet forever. Not if he wanted me to serve him dinner.

I’m sure I made it look easy, because I was so cool, but it was a lot of work to run a household.

“This is just totally unrealistic.”

“What part?” Sean asked.

“Everything! The positions they’re doing it in, how long it’s lasting, the angles. I’m sure none of this feels good!”

“Yeah, but it looks good!” Sean replied.

It was night. Only the TV’s glow illuminated the living room. Sean masturbated, I sat one cushion over, and an overproduced porno played on the screen. A woman with fake boobs lay on her side with her legs in a wide V, and she made exaggerated moans while a guy manhandled her.

Of course, I didn’t immediately sit down to watch this filth. When I walked by and saw what he was doing, I’d intended to go to my room and give him some privacy. Just because he was entitled to do this whenever and wherever he wanted, didn’t mean I had to be there for it.

Then he said, “It’s cool that you’re down to watch this stuff with me…”

He’d totally misunderstood, I was only standing there for a second, mostly in shock. I didn’t intend to stay. I simply couldn’t believe he’d just thrown smut onto the family room TV without even asking. But once I hung around a minute longer, I grew mildly entertained. I didn’t watch porn myself, but I had to admit I was a little curious what people liked about it so much. I was a cool, casual mom. I didn’t mind seeing it.

And then I started to enjoy poking fun at it, like this was some bad movie night and I was Mystery Science Theater.

“And look at their bodies!” I took a big gulp of beer. How many was this? “Those fake boobs, all that makeup and plastic surgery. Plus, nobody shaves themselves like that.”

I was referring to her shaved vagina, a naked hairless parody of actual womanhood.

“All that other stuff I’ll give you.” Sean conceded. “The bolt-ons are a little much. But come on. Some chicks shave their pussies. Don’t you?”

“I– excuse me?!” There he went again, overstepping a line and getting way too familiar. Some things you just didn’t talk about, and my genitals were one of them. “I very much do not. And I’d prefer if you didn’t talk about me like that.”

“Huh. I figured you did.” He shrugged.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I asked. “What exactly about me would suggest that I groom myself like a porn star?”

“Are you kidding?? You’re the cool mom!” He said in exasperation.

It always came back to that, didn’t it? Because I was lax with the rules, because I was casual and fun, and would drink and hang out in my underwear, because I was open about my sex life and unbothered by his masturbating, because I was down to watch porn with him, he took me for some hussy.

“Well just because I’m cool doesn’t mean I do that.”

I crossed my arms indignantly. But when I laid it all out in my head like that, I saw why he might have gotten the idea. Shaving down there wasn’t as common as it was in porn, but women surely did. Even if the social expectation probably came from porn itself. There had to be women that shaved bare down there. The cool ones that enjoyed the sensation of smooth skin on their crotch, that loved a man’s reaction to seeing it, that loved the compliments it won them.

I was a little embarrassed by my outburst, now that I could trace how he got the impression that I was one of those women.

“Fair enough.” He conceded, thankfully dropping the subject.

We didn’t talk much more after that. Every time I thought about leaving, I remembered that if I did, nobody would be here to clean up Sean’s sticky mess. The thought of missing his orgasm made my stomach turn. Because it would go uncleaned, of course. So I waited patiently for him to finish, watching the movie with detached fascination. In spite of myself, my eyes kept returning to the woman’s bare slit, so smooth and and shiny and cool–

“Nnggh..!!” Sean groaned. With a start, I leapt across the couch to wrap a hand towel around his penis, catching his semen before any of it could land on my couch. I sat there for a moment, holding the towel around his shaft while he ejaculated into it, thanking God that I was here to catch it.

Friday

“I can’t believe I did this…” I muttered to myself.

Fresh out of my morning shower, I examined my body in the mirror. Ever since Sean’s compliments, I’d become more aware of my form. I always knew I was attractive, but a deeper, more primal confidence was returning to me. Chanelling my long dormant Narcissus, I admired as water glistened and dripped down my curves.

But that isn’t what had my attention right now. It happened while shaving my legs, and, well… It was a spur of the moment decision, made all the easier with a razor and shaving cream already in my hands.

My bush was gone. I actually did that. I shaved it off. And now nothing remained on my bare, smooth crotch. By the time I realized what I was doing, the job was already half done. I had to, I just had to finish it.

I didn’t know what to think.

Sean would never know, at least, so I didn’t have to worry about comments from him. But it was he who gave me the idea in the first place, and the notion unsettled me. It would be harder to deny that he’d gotten in my head now that I was walking around with a permanent reminder of it between my legs.

That aside, alone in my bathroom, with nobody else to judge, couldn’t I admit that it was kind of nice? I thought back to the woman in the porno. Her shaved snatch certainly did have an aesthetic appeal during the act of sex. It was a pristine playground for fun. Nice to look at, and nicer to touch.

An uncanny desire to forget about what I just did overcame me, and I stepped away to dry off.

“I’m telling you dude, whatever happened to me is fucking real.”

That was Sean’s voice, coming from Christian’s room down the hall. I could hear from where I stood in my bedroom, but I didn’t plan on listening until–

“Dude, she’s doing everything I say.”

Wait… was he talking about me? I stopped in my tracks, and listened, hair still dripping down the back of my neck. “Nah man, we’re not there yet. I started small. I tried big shit on my parents right away and it didn’t work, they fucking kicked me out. But using little ideas, like a wedge, to lead into bigger ones. It’s fucking working. This shit is real.”

I had crept my way down the hall, wrapped only in a towel, until I reached his closed door. I could hardly hear him over my thudding heart, but he was definitely talking about me.

And… he was kicked out by his parents? He didn’t tell me that.

“Look man, I’m gonna start making moves soon. She’s already walking around in her underwear, and get this, I jacked off right in front of her! Twice!”

I steadied myself against the wall. Sean continued to describe what else happened this week, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

“I mean, yeah. I’m worried I’m gonna go too far and snap her out of it. But after a certain point, man, I’m not sure if anything will be off the table. And you are definitely gonna wanna be here for that.”

He talked like all of this was his idea, but… that couldn’t be. Everything I did, I did because I was a cool mom.

But a thought nagged at me. He said that cool moms shaved their mound, and then I did it. The very next morning.

“Trust me dude. She’s gonna become such a fucking whore.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Forgetting that a towel was the only thing covering my body, I barged into his room, and his immediate panic told me everything. Even if I didn’t know exactly what was going on, I knew I caught him in something.

“Shit!” He said, hanging up the phone and stuffing it under his pillow. “What– the fuck!”

“What the fuck is right!” In my anger, the profanity slipped out. “What were you talking about? What the hell are you doing to me?” “Fucking nothing! I don’t know what you think you heard but it’s nothing!”

“I heard you call me a whore.” I said.

“I wasn’t– I wasn’t talking about you.” Sean’s excuse might have worked, if I hadn’t heard him relay my other behavior. If I hadn’t heard him describe every cool thing I did.

“Oh, is there another mom you’ve been staying with?” I asked.

“Fuck! Jesus! You know– Cool moms give guys their fucking privacy!”

Against my will, a pang of guilt stabbed my heart. How dare he use that against me? He knew how cool I’d been this week with everything! I’d been so cool. I was so cool, I even shaved my snatch! I wanted to throw that in his face. Open my towel, reveal my hairless naked body, and prove how cool I was.

Something held me back. The vague memory that I needed him not to know about that. Half-dazed, and still fighting the urge to flash him my bald sex, I struggled to find a retort. Sean stared back, first bracing himself for my next barrage, then squinting curiously.

“I– I heard you through the–” Try as I might, I couldn’t summon the same fury that I was just channeling. I’d just commited a cardinal mom sin, hadn’t I? Barging into a teenagers room while he was on the phone. Even so… “You were saying rude–”

Sean jumped in before I could finish. “Cool moms, you know, don’t eavesdrop.” His voice shook a little, but he spoke with purpose now. He spoke like he found a way to win the argument. And that made my heart drop. Because I could already tell he would.

“I wasn’t… You were talking loud…” Why did I suddenly feel as if I did something wrong? He was the one in trouble.

But cool moms don’t eavesdrop, and they give guys their privacy. I betrayed that. Just because he was a guest here didn’t mean he didn’t deserve his privacy.

“And cool moms forget what they listen in on.”

He said this, and took a deep breath and held it, waiting for my response. This was my chance to take control again. He was finally ready to listen. This was my chance to explain myself. Stay focussed. You can do this.

“You were talking about me.” I said calmly. “And I know I shouldn’t have listened in, but. You were staying stuff about me, so I was curious, and…”

What was it he said again? It was something bad, or disrespectful. But I heard it because I eavesdropped, and that wasn’t cool. I should have given him his privacy.

Considering how I intruded to hear it, maybe it was for the best that I was forgetting the details. I would want the same if it were my private conversation he listened in on.

“Look, I don’t remember what it was.” I admitted. And it was true. The contents of his conversation had totally slipped away from me. Cool moms forget what they listen in on.

“Really?” He was alert, poised to jump and run if needed. But when I said that, he leaned back a bit, and thumbed his lower lip, deep in thought. “No. I just– you maybe need to watch your volume a little bit. You talk loud, and… I don’t want to hear anything I’m not supposed to.”

“Thanks, Elena. I’ll be sure to do that. You know, it’s really cool that you can admit when you’re wrong and apologize.”

Sean was right. I came in so hot and angry when I had no right to. I was wrong, and I needed to apologize. “I’m really sorry, Sean. I don’t know what came over me. Can you please forgive me? I just got… a little stressed out, is all.”

My apology did the trick. Sean’s cocky smile returned in full force, and relief washed over me. Thank God that was over. Sean leaned forward after another round of deep thought.

“Stressed? But Elena… cool moms never stress…”

That was how I finally took up Sean’s offer to soak in the sun together. I was way too stressed, though I couldn’t remember why, and I needed to relax.

We lay side be side, him in some trunks, and me in a bikini, on my stomach, drink in my hand. I don’t know how it got there, but it was liquor and juice, and it tasted good. I half-remembered it coming with a reminder: Cool moms never turn down a drink.

Cool moms get wasted. I took a deep, long sip.

“Your ass in that suit is so fucking juicy.” Sean said. He ran his fingers up and down his visible hardness, against the outline it formed in his trunks, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I had a feeling my choice in swimwear would lead to this. The top was a relatively modest, wide band. While busty, it covered my actual cleavage in its entirety. I always opted for that style, and most of my bikinis adhered to it. But the bottoms… my butt did look good in them. They were high cuts that formed V up to my waist, leaving plenty of cheek exposed below. I could have picked another pair, something with more coverage, but… cool moms love compliments.

“But that top is too much. You should take it off.”

“You’re pushing your luck, Sean.” I said. I was a cool mom, but every now and then I needed to remind him of my authority. He was welcome to take care of his own needs, but if he thought I’d give him a show, he had another thing coming.

“You’re taking it the wrong way. I only meant, for the tan. Cool moms don’t have tan lines.”

I blushed. I had a bad habit of jumping to conclusions with Sean, and I’d just done it again. He wasn’t asking to see my breasts, he was just concerned about my tan.

“Right…” I mumbled. “My tan. Tan lines aren’t very cool, are they?”

He pulled his penis out and stroked it lightly. “Take off your top, Elena.”

Now that I thought about it, I really didn’t want to get bad tan lines. Still on my stomach, I reached behind myself and undid the clasp of my bikini. The straps fell off my back. Sean eyed me intently. If I were more suspicious, I’d think he was enjoying the idea of telling me what to do.

He continued to masturbate. “I really appreciate you letting me look at you when I jack off. That’s pretty fucking cool of you.” He said. His eyes were fixed on my butt. Not just a half glance, but a full-bore stare. Was that appropriate?

“Like yesterday morning. Prancing around in your panties and making breakfast. So cool that you let me jerk off to you like that.”

“Oh… It’s no problem…” I let him jerk off, that was true. He could do that whenever and wherever he wanted. But I was so wrapped up in cooking, I hadn’t really noticed that he was jacking off to me. I noticed him glancing, but I was… tbe main event?

I guess it was inevitable. I was a hot milf walking around in underwear, all while Sean pleasured himself three feet away. What else was he going to look at? Innately, I probably knew I was letting it slide. I knew exactly what he was doing it.

Yeah, it was pretty cool of me to let him look at me while he masturbated.

“But it’d be a lot easier if you stood up and posed for me.” He said. “You know, show me your body.”

“I don’t know. Can’t you see enough right now?”

Lying on my stomach gave him a great view of my butt he loved so much. Plus, with my bikini straps undone, he could see my bare back in full. As things stood, I was already picture-perfect. I wouldn’t want him to see more than this anyway.

He was lucky I was so cool about him masturbating to me in the first place.

Sean kept on stroking, but fell silent, as if choosing his next words carefully.

“I thought cool moms liked to show off their bodies.” He said finally.

Instantly, I pushed myself up, holding my bikini against my breasts. My head spun a little bit, and for a second I blamed the drink, but no, I’d only had one. I should… leave. He wasn’t going to stop pushing things. And I didn’t want– Shouldn’t want– Want—

“You know, cause they’re hip and youthful and shit.”

I swayed in place, kneeling on the lounge chair and holding my bikini top in place. What was I thinking?

“Sex positive. In touch with themselves. All that cool stuff.”

I was stressed again, but I shouldn’t be. And I was still sitting there, midway to going inside. Or was I about to stand in front of Sean…? What… was I thinking…?

Was I about to go inside? I could use another drink. I was in the mood to get wasted. Except…

Was I about to leave Sean hanging?

What… was I thinking!!

“Of course I’ll pose for you!” I said, and Sean smiled, and even visibly relaxed a bit. What was he so worried about? What he said made perfect sense. Why was I acting like some stuffy mom who covered up and de-sexualized herself? That wasn’t me. I wouldn’t pass up on a chance to show off my body. I wore this bikini because it made me feel sexy and confident. It would be a waste not to pose in front of someone who wouod appreciate it.

A little awkwardly, I strode up to my son’s masturbating friend, holding my top on with both hands, one on each breast. The straps hung loose, a constant reminder that the top wasn’t actually attached. I turned to the side and stuck my rear out and my chest forward.

“How’s this?” I asked.

“You’re so fucking hot, Mrs. Lopez.” He said.

I loved the compliment, and I liked showing off my body. I even kind of enjoyed hearing my formal name. It reminded me that I had all the power here.

I turned away from him and, legs in a wide stance, and bent over. In this bikini, I could only imagine the view he got of my butt. I couldn’t see him, but his breathing quickened. The poor guy was probably going to finish in no time.

“Do you like my butt like this?” I asked tentatively. Cool moms love compliments. I wanted another one.

“Turn around.” He ordered, and I did. Maybe a little too eagerly.

“Show me your tits.”

I faltered. My breasts were a part of my body. Didn’t I want to show them off? And with my arms free, I could do so many more poses. Even so, the idea of actually baring them for him gave me pause.

“Your top is already undone, isn’t it? ’Cause you’re a cool mom who doesn’t mind her tits being out. You wouldn’t have unhooked it otherwise, right?” Sean rushed out the words, more focused on masturbating than what he was actually saying. It almost sounded like he didn’t believe himself.

But of course he was right. To tan, I would have turned over on my back eventually, and my breasts would be exposed for all to see. So he was always going to catch an eyeful.

That meant I was okay with it.

That meant that, deep down, I was already cool with it.

And… I really wanted to show off my body more. They were just breasts. It was nothing to be uptight about. Maybe he would compliment them. I really hoped he would.

“Okay. I’ll show them to you.” I told him.

Now that I’d decided, I luxuriated in the anticipation. I pulled the bikini top lower and lower, revealing more and more of my cleavage, and of my huge globes of flesh.

“But… are you sure you want to see them?” I couldn’t tell if I was teasing him, or fishing for his approval.

“Please.” He said, satisfying both halves of mg brain. “Show me your tits.”

I held it there a moment longer, then let the thing fall completely. My breasts swung heavy and free, and Sean’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit…” he muttered.

I took that as a compliment, a really good one. I took massive handfuls and squeezed them together, bending forward to give him a better view. “Here they are. What do you think? Nice breasts?”

Sean groaned. “Enough of this self-censorship. I thought you were a cool mom. Cool moms aren’t afraid to use bad words. They curse just like the rest of us. I know you’re holding back. I know you want to say some filthy shit.”

My head spun again, and I felt a little queasy. Sean said a lot of new things about cool moms today, and the strange feelings from it only got worse each time. He was shutting down every protest. Coming uo with an answer to everything. So much, and so fast.

How did we get here?

“Do you like my… my tits?” I tried. Tits. Such a simple word, and an easy start. Even just saying it alleviated the brief nausea. An urge to go further overtook me. “You like it when I squeeze my big, juicy, tits?”

“Fuck yeah…” he moaned.

How cool I must seem to him, using inappeopriate language.

“You’re so lucky I’m letting you stroke your cock to my big fucking tits.” I reminded him, and I shook my chest a bit. My melons swayed and knocked against each other. Talking dirty felt really fucking good, like I’d been waiting all this time to let loose. My nausea vanished, and it was all because I could finally talk freely.

“What about my ass?” I asked, and turned around again and swayed my hips. My thumbs hooked around my bikini’s waistband and pulled teasingly.

“Do you want to see it? My naked, fat, jiggling ass?”

“Jesus…” he said under his breath. I took that as a yes, but mostly because I really wanted to show off my fucking body. I tugged the bottoms down while continuing my sinuous dance. Dramatically, I pulled slow so that my bare cheeks spilled out from the tight elastic.

“And not just my ass, but my pussy, too.” I added. Because bent over like this, with my panties down, it would be staring him in the face.

It was freshly shaven today. I imagined his reaction to seeing it. My smooth, hot slit. I tugged the band a little lower, still swaying my hips, letting them hug my ass from half-way down.

“I’d bet you’d like to see that, you horny boy. I’d bet you’d like to take a look at my milf cunt.” Is that what he wanted to hear? Was being the cool mom as easy as saying the word “cunt”? I teetered a bit, the drink catching up to me.

“And I have a special surprise…”

I prepared to pull them off the rest of the way in one swift motion– so he could see what I did this morning in the shower– when I was lathered in shaving cream and dripping wet in suds and soap, when was wet.

And I was wet, then, wasn’t I? At the cold touch of steel, when I gave myself a porn star cunt with thoughts of Sean dancing in my head, Sean and his cock–

I was wet right now. Somewhere along the way, I’d let myself get slick down there. Becsuse of Sean and his cock– pumping away– jacking off– thinking of me thinking of him thinking of me thinking of him–

Before I could do it, with the bottoms taut half-way down my ass, Sean let out that strained, throaty moan that I knew to be his orgasm.

It was over. I had no reason to slip them off. Even if it would be so easy to just drop them the short rest of the way. It could be an accident. Flashing Sean my shaved, wet, pussy for a hot second– but no. It was over.

I pulled the bikini bottoms back in place and turned to face him. His chest heaved, stomach covered with his load, and gently, I wiped him with a pool towel.

“How was that?” I asked, taking his dick next and wiping it down. My head felt a little swimmy. I’d said a lot of dirty things just now. Maybe got a little carried away.

And now that he finished jacking off, I really shouldn’t have my tits out anymore. That just wasn’t appropriate. And was I really about to show him my pussy?

Sean didn’t answer me. For the first time since he arrived, he wore a look of genuine disbelief. As much swagger as Sean had, I guess he wasn’t used to cool moms like me.