Mom's Story
We stepped into the Surf Shoppe. From behind the counter, a cute, dirty blonde, slender college aged girl smiled at us. I thought she looked familiar but brushed the thought aside.
I was wearing my swim trunks and a T-shirt and sandals.
Aunt Jenny had a closed, mid-thigh cover-up over her string bikini that didn't hide her shape. She was also wearing sandals.
My mom also had on a cover over her two piece, with sandals.
I walked up to the salesgirl, smiled and said loud enough, so, not only my mom and aunt could hear, but the others costumers in the shop could too.
I looked at her name tag and asked, "Alice, I want to buy my mom a Micro G-string bikini. Where do you keep them?"
The young girl gave me a surprised look and then looked over at my aunt and mom.
"My mom's the shorter one. It's for her. My aunt doesn't need one."
With that Aunt Jenny smiled at the salesgirl and opened her cover-up to reveal not only that she was already wearing a string bikini, but to show off her tan and her well-toned, full body.
The young lady looked back at me, with a look like, are you kidding. I restated, "I want a Micro-G-String bikini for my mom. You know the really skimpy ones."
The girl looked at me and then past me at my mom, then back at me and asked softly, "For your mom?"
"Yes."
She pointed to a corner of the store.
"Over here mom", I pointed to the corner and mom and Aunt Jenny followed me. I scanned the room and noticed the few other costumers in the shop were watching us. I smiled at them.
When we got to the corner, a table was full of Micro-G-String bikinis.
I picked up a handful, "What color do you like mom? I'm kind of leaning towards the black one."
Mom shot her sister a glance and then with a hurt look on her face, looked at me, "Michael, I can't wear somthing like this on the beach."
I added in a stern, quiet voice, "Yes you can mother and you will."
I picked up a black set and a white set. "Think these will fit Auntie?" She nodded.
I walked back to the cashier. "We'll take these."
I handed her the bikinis and turned to my mother. "Mom, pay for them."
Mom stepped forward, keeping her eyes down. She looked up for an instant, to see the salesgirl smiling at her as she handed her the credit card.
The girl, ran the card and put the bikinis and receipt in a small bag. She had a big smile on her face, "Enjoy."
I looked back at the young, fresh talking salesgirl and ended with, "Oh, we will."
Back at the beach house, Aunt Jenny instructed my mom to go back upstairs and put on the black bikini that we just bought and come down and model it for us.
We sat on the front porch quietly in anticipation for a few minutes. I looked over at Aunt Jenny. I stared at my aunt looking her right in the eyes.
She looked back at me and asked, "What?"
I asked back, "Grandpa?"
"Oh, him."
"Let's first, get this straight. Your grandfather never touched, molested or abused your mother or me when we were kids. We lost our mom when we were little and your grandfather was a loving caring dad. It was your mother who started everything when she was 18. I found about them later..."
Just then mom opened the screen door and stepped our onto the porch.
OH, MY FUCKING GOD! She looked stunning. Her barely tanned skin was revealed almost completely. The little black cloth about an inch wide of the bikini bra barely covered her areolas. Her nipples were outlined beneath each sliver of material. Her pussy was encased in about an inch of fabric just enough to cover her pussy slit from side to side and to the top. She stood flat footed with her arms at her side. I was so entranced by the way my mother's body looked in the Micro-G String Bikini, i didn't even look at her face.
Aunt Jenny exclaimed, "Beth, you look delicious! Put your hands over your head and turn around."
When mom raised her arms up, I caught a glimpse of her brown areolas poking out the bottom of the bikini bra. Mom turned. The black string of her bikini bra stretched across her back. The black string of her bikini bottom ran across her lower back, just above her butt. Another black string ran down from the center of the bottom string and disappeared in between her ass cheeks. Her ass had a little sag to it, with her heals and her legs were not as well defined, but, GOD, my cock was responding to the sight of my mother standing and turning before me.
When she faced us again, I looked at her face. She looked younger to me, she was biting her lower lip. Damn, she looked so cute.
I was just about to reach out and run my hands over her hips and legs, when Aunt Jenny said, "Michael wants to know about grandpa."
My mom gave her sister a quick look, then looked at me. She sat in the Adirondack chair next to me, crossed her legs and asked, "How much did you tell him?"
"Just that daddy never abused us growing up and that you initiated the whole thing."