The blistering hot LA sun beat down on me as I tried my best to enjoy my run. Yet, with every step my frustration grew. My run became reminder of how much I had lost due the sudden emergence of the coronavirus.
I was twenty-two and had been living the best year of my life. I killed it during indoor track season and was preparing for NCAA outdoor track. To celebrate, my friends and I were going to let loose in Cancun, but the sudden emergence of Covid-19 put all that on hold.
Running had become my escape from the constant news alerts about how to stay safe from the virus. But today, all it felt like was a reminder of how much I missed my friends and the life I left behind at school. What was supposed to be two weeks to stop the spread had turned into a month long stay at home with my mother.
As I walked into the house, the blast of cold air gave me goosebumps. My black sports bra was soaked, and beads of sweat dripped down my cleavage. My run was intense, and my body was drenched from head to toe. All I wanted to do at that moment was jump in the pool to cool off.
I rushed up to my room, passing by my mother in the process.
"How was your run?" She called out.
"It was hot out there today, but I killed it," I yelled.
Rummaging through my things, I decided to wear one of the bikinis I had bought for my vacation. Cancun was supposed to be about letting loose, and that meant taking some chances when it came to my swimwear.
My sports bra and shorts clung to me like a second skin, making them hard to get off. I wiggled my way out of them, grabbed a simple black string bikini, and carefully tied it to my sweaty body.
The suit was tiny and left little to the imagination. As I made my way to the backyard, I wondered what Mom would think when she saw me. Mom tended to be overprotective. It had become a point of contention the longer I was home.
Today, I decided to say fuck it. With so much of the world feeling out of control, I needed to do something that made me feel alive.
I walked over to the edge of the pool and dipped my toes in. The water was colder than I expected. I took a step back before diving into the water. The cool water enveloped my body, providing me much needed relief from the heat.
As I surfaced, I saw Mom watching me from the patio. She had a small smile on her face, something I rarely saw these days.
"Having fun, Kelly?" she asked.
I swam towards the edge and pushed myself up. My wet hair was matted against my shoulders, and water droplets beaded on my skin.
"Absolutely, Mom!" I replied. "You should join me. The water's perfect!"
She chuckled before responding. "Another day."
Mom's eyes roamed over my wet frame. My bikini clung to my soaking wet body, making it even more revealing than it was before I jumped into the pool.
"That bikini doesn't hide much, does it," Mom remarked.
"Oh, I hadn't noticed," I responded.
Mom shook her head and decided to leave it alone. I spent the rest of the day by the pool, tanning, listening to music, and reading while Mom worked remotely.
This became Mom's and my new routine. I would wake up early, go out for a run, and then come home and lay by the pool. Mom would often come out around lunch time to take a break from work, and keep me company.
While I enjoyed our time together, after a month, I was dying for something to spice up my life. I never expected that spice to come from Mom.
The day was particularly hot, and despite having lounged in the pool for an hour, my body couldn't cool itself off post run. I was sweating bullets while lying by the pool in my red string bikini and was about to go inside to cool off.
A loud slamming of the backdoor brought my attention to Mom. She was sauntering towards me in one of the new bikinis that I had bought for my vacation to Cancun. Despite being home for a couple of months, I had yet to wear that bikini. The swimsuit was practically indecent, and I worried what Mom would say if she saw me in it.
The fact that Mom was wearing it took me completely off guard.
"Mom!" I yelped.
"What, you don't like it? I can go back in and change," Mom said, slightly embarrassed.
"No, no. You look great. I just..." I replied before being cut off.
"I just saw you in your little bikinis, and I thought it would be fun to try one out. This one still had the tag on, so I thought. Oh, never mind. I'll go change," Mom said.
As she turned around to head back to the house, Mom's whole ass came into view. Despite being twenty-five years older than me, her ass stood just as high and was even tighter than mine. I reached out and grabbed Mom's hand, preventing her from leaving.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to make you feel self-conscious. I just didn't expect you to come out in one of my bikinis, especially that one," I told her.
I held her hand longer than I should while looking her up and down. My cheeks turned beet red as she saw me take in her body. The black string bikini was minimalist to the max, barely covering her vulva and leaving her whole ass exposed to the sun. Mom's breasts, while not large, flowed out of the tiny top. Mom looked really sexy. I found myself looking at her in a way I never had before.
"Did you wonder why that suit still had the price tag on?" I asked.
"I guess I figured you hadn't gotten around to wearing it," Mom innocently replied.
"I haven't worn it yet because I thought you would kill me for wearing it. I don't know if you have noticed, but it doesn't cover much," I teased her.
"Well, it is the end times! I figured if I can't show off now, when could I," Mom laughed.
She was right. With the world going to shit, we might as well live life to the fullest. Even if that meant being out of our comfort zone.
"Besides," Mom continued, "You aren't exactly the picture of modesty. All month, I've had to stare in wearing your skimpy bikini. That hasn't exactly been fair, especially when I'm stuck at home without any relief."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did Mom just admit to lusting after me and needing sexual relief? I must have been mistaken, I convinced myself.
"Well, you better put on some lotion if you don't want to burn," I remarked.
"I was actually thinking of taking after you and using some of that tanning oil. The mother and daughter who have crazy tan lines together...," she trailed off.
I passed Mom the tanning oil and watched as she started lathering it onto her thin frame.
My eyes were transfixed as Mom took her time applying the oil. My bikini barely covered Mom's body, leaving most of her skin exposed. Mom rubbed the oil into her skin, making every inch of her glow in the midday sun.
There was something about Mom wearing that bikini that was undeniably sexy. The longer I stared at her, the more I enjoyed the show she was putting on.
Without thinking, my thighs began to rub together. The moment I noticed, I stopped and tried my best to recenter myself. There was no way I was getting turned on by Mom, I told myself.
Yet, it was undeniable that I enjoyed seeing Mom oiled up and almost naked.
