“So…explain Denise” I was adamant in getting a response. “Don’t get your hopes up kiddo…I am wearing my suit” I said jovially. “Mark…is it necessary to hang that thing out in front of your Mother?” There was just a little of an edge to my tone. Uhmm…let me get out of your way” as I stepped over him. I hit him in the arm and feigned anger, “Mark…that is not something you say in front of your Mother!”
“Oh, I am sorry, “ he faked having any remorse; “you have nice ones too”. At my totally nude reflection on the window! I could not take my eyes off of them, I was mesmerized…so was my son. “Damn Mom…you are even better up close!”
“Don’t get any ideas, kid” even though a warm flush coursed through my body. Ah…what the heck, we don’t have one at home…I’ll wear my swimsuit…he is under the water.
