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.