Part Five
(Miriam)
The following morning, despite having two sleepless nights in a row, Miriam was up at the first sound of her alarm, which she had set the previous night for 9:00 AM. First, she got online and ordered a mattress protector for her bed, and then she had a quick bite to eat and was soon out lounging around the swimming pool shortly before lunchtime.
She had decided she could sleep just as easily while getting sun instead of lying in bed all day.
As she quickly ate her small meal in anticipation of getting started, she swore to herself repeatedly over and over again that her decision on this matter had nothing to do with the fact that she had discovered what had happened at the beach that day.
"Nothing at all to do with that!" She sharply proclaimed to herself.
It was a bright, hot, sunny day out, and Miriam knew that once Nate discovered her whereabouts, it would not be long before he would quickly decide to join her. She was expecting it. By the time he finally realized she was up and out at the pool, she had already been out there for a while, and she was slowly beginning to drift in and out of consciousness; she could not seem to keep her eyes open any longer.
She was mainly sitting upright in the lounge chair and forced herself to awaken slightly, just long enough to mutter good morning to him softly. She then sleepily set her phone to record and quickly placed it on her stomach so the camera faced outward toward her feet. She spread her legs slightly, softly closed her eyes, and drifted asleep.
When Miriam awoke a few hours later and went inside for a quick shower before preparing them a meal, her feet felt a little moist and sticky between her toes, but she didn't think much of it as she had rubbed them down earlier with suntan lotion.
Later that night, Miriam was shocked as she lay in bed and watched the new recording she had made. She masturbated wildly as she watched Nate stand over her at the poolside and pump his big tool. He had slowly jerked off over her and then blew his hot seed all over her feet and toes while she slept deeply.
She then watched in pure amusement as he desperately tried not to wake her while he very softly and very gently attempted to clean his thick splooge from her feet and toes with a wet towel. After watching it over and over again and cumming like a geyser every time, Miriam instantly knew she had another long, sleepless night ahead of her.
After she finally passed out sometime in the wee morning hours, Miriam dreamt of Nate standing at her bedroom doorway, slowly stroking himself and loudly screaming over and over again, "Where's your tits? Where's your tits?"
Miriam did not understand the dream until they were at the beach much later that afternoon.
After catching Nate staring at her boobs a few times earlier and then after one of the many times she caught herself staring at the hardness beneath his swim trunks, she suddenly, out of nowhere, felt a powerful urge to wet the front of her swimsuit and expose her protruding nipples to him.
She suddenly stood, walked down, sat on the ocean's edge, and began splashing and saturating the front of her white swimsuit with the warm salty water. When she was satisfied that the form of her nipples protruded against the wet material and was left somewhat visible, she rose and slowly made her way back to where Nate sat waiting.
"Ahh, yes, I think I understand now," she thought as she sat back and watched him ogle her wet chest.
Nate had already seen all of her bushy beaver but not even one of her bare breasts yet.
Later that evening, on the short but slow walk back home, Miriam contemplated how she was going to go about letting her son see her bare-naked breast while making it seem to be just an unfortunate accident on her part.
The problem was mind-boggling to her, but as they made their way home, she knew she would think of a way sooner or later with more thought directed towards the matter.
The following morning, after another night of completely draining herself and her phone battery, she awoke still nude and searched for the panties she had discarded the night before. She did not wear a bra before pulling one of her long dresses down over her head. It was a first for her; she had always worn a bra about the house when she was not sleeping.
Miriam didn't have colossal breasts, but they weren't exactly small either. Her grapefruit-sized boobs gently swung and swayed freely beneath the cotton garment as she nervously made her way to the kitchen. Her big pink areolas were puffy and swollen, and her nipples felt hard and stiff as they pressed against the soft material of the dress. When she got the coffee going and had bacon frying on the stovetop, she realized her panties were already growing damp as she sat quietly at the table and waited for the aroma of the simmering bacon to bring Nate from his bedroom.
It was hard not to notice his confused but excited look as she sat his breakfast before him. His mouth hung open, and Miriam thought drool would soon run from it as he gawked at her chest. She felt her breasts swing and sway gently from side to side as she moved toward him, and then they were suddenly thrust forward and pressed tightly against the cloth as she bent slightly to set the plate down before him.
He was completely mesmerized by her gently swaying boobs, and he was perfectly lost to any and everything else that was happening around him.
"It's a good thing he isn't trying to cross the street," Miriam thought with a soft giggle to herself.
They both took a bit longer than usual to finish their breakfast that morning, Nate usually finishing his well before she did. When she noticed him stalling, she slowed down a bit herself. Her braless breast moved gently back and forth beneath the dress as she ate, and Nate barely looked down at his plate at all as he continuously snuck quick little glances at her bobbling chest. He never looked up at her face, and she watched him intently as he ogled her softly jiggling boobs.
When breakfast was finally over, and the dishes were done, she had to go straight to her room and change her sopping wet panties.
It was another cloudy day that led to a not-very eventful day as Nate mostly stayed in his room gaming, and Miriam just lounged about braless for the most part, napping now and then and catching up on some much-needed sleep. At one point, she lay on the couch and rested with the long skirt pulled up to her knees.
"Just in case Nate got tired of gaming," she thought with a nervous little grin.
Later that evening, while researching sex toys on the internet, Miriam was first shocked and then ecstatic to learn that there was a vibrator with a curved tip that was specifically designed to reach the squirt spot. She knew without a doubt that she must have it at any cost. It was a complete necessity. She quickly selected overnight shipping and then, without hesitation, made the pricey purchase.
That night, after just two orgasms, Miriam had to take a break from pleasuring herself as she was just completely exhausted. She spent the rest of the night tossing and turning about restlessly in her sleep as she first dreamt about sending Nate photos of her naked breast.
