“Wow, Madi, you look great in that!” Helen exclaimed happily.
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m spilling out all over,” she complained, trying to stuff more of her tits back into the top unsuccessfully.
“It’s suppose to look that way silly,” Helen chuckled.
“Then why do I feel like the Pillsbury dough girl? Why can’t I look more like you instead of a loaf of uncooked bread?”
“Oh sweetie, if it weren’t for the money I’ve spent making myself look this way, I’d look just like you, only with a lot smaller tits,” Helen said.
“I don’t understand,” Madison replied, unsure what Helen meant by smaller tits.
“Honey, I’ve spent thousands on gym memberships, personal trainers… and these,” she pushed her boobs up to emphasize her point, “These beauties cost five grand apiece, money well spent according to Don.”
“They’re fake?” Madison coughed.
“I like to refer to them as being optimized. It’s hard enough for a woman my age to bag a guy who doesn’t need a little blue pill to get it up, without using some tricks. Now, enough about me, let’s go have some fun. I think your son will sprout a woody when he gets a look at you in this swimsuit. I already have, and I don’t even have a dick.”
“Helen! That’s my son you’re talking about. I…I…don’t want him sprouting anything because of me.”
“Oh relax Madi,” Helen chuckled, the flustered look on Madi’s face was priceless. “He’s a virile young man, just because he’s your son doesn’t mean you can’t take it as a compliment if he gets aroused.”
Helen had to practically drag Madison from the bedroom only to find the front room empty. Sounds coming from the back near the pool told them where John was. When Helen started heading that way she noticed Madison hadn’t followed. Turning she saw her standing in the same spot she’d been in with a frown etched on her brow. Stepping back over to her Helen placed her arm around Madison’s waist and gently steered her to the patio doors.
“Trust me sweetie, John is gonna love you in this suit.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” Madison hedged.
“You look fantastic honey, so stop dawdling and get your fine ass out there,” Helen commanded, giving her a gentle pat on the butt.
John was hovering over a serving cart fixing drinks for everyone when he noticed them come through the glass door leading out to the pool area. Helen led the way but when she stepped aside and he got his first glimpse of his mother he almost dropped the bottle of vodka he was holding. For the briefest of moments he thought he was looking at his late wife. The swimsuit his mom was wearing was one of Kathy’s favorites; only she’d never filled it out quite like his mother was doing right now. Blood rushed to his cock instantly creating a tent in the front of his baggy beige swim trunks that didn’t go unnoticed by either woman. Quickly recovering he turned his attention back to mixing up a batch of screwdrivers telling them to have a seat while his heart pounded in his chest.
Helen glanced back and shot Madison a knowing smile. A flush appeared on Madison’s face as her eyes locked onto her son’s bulge. “God, he must be huge” she thought, swiftly becoming disgusted that she would even think something like that about her own son. Her heart beat faster and her breathing became erratic before she was able to tear her eyes off the front of his trunks. Following Helen over to a group of chaise lounges she took a seat and waited for John to bring their drinks.