Her breathing became slightly heavier. So did mine.
She continued, “I’m not saying that I’m a perfect 10 or a glamour model. Believe me, I’m not an arrogant person. What I’m saying is, confidence means a lot. From that morning, I was hooked with the whole nudity thing. So were my colleagues. We sunbathed naked. We swam naked. It was a great time that I’ll always remember.”
“You sound like you miss it,” I noted.
“Of course. And a few other things.”
There was a particular tone in her voice, like she was thinking of something that was a secret, and it only made me more curious.
“Like what?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“After everything you’ve told me so far?” I asked, trying to pry the secrets out of her.
She thought for a moment, looking out into the view. “You remember my paralegal, Christine, don’t you?”
“You bet. She’s pretty.”
“She’s also a lesbian.”
My cock became fully erect at that point. I slightly adjusted my shorts to cover it.
“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“Neither would I,” mom replied. “As it turns out, Christine is very fond of women. Especially older women. It’s her favorite.”
“Now this is getting interesting,” I joked, unsure of what else to say.
She smiled, “It’s about to get even more interesting. We rented a small boat and took it out to sea. All of us were naked. Imagine that, a group of female legal professionals, naked in a boat. What do you think happened next?”
I gulped, “I can only imagine.”
“Christine took turns performing oral sex on us. For us, it was the first time ever experiencing such a thing. For Christine, it was a dream come true. We gladly returned the favor after that.”
I was stunned. Stunned beyond words. Hearing about my mother’s sapphic adventures was an explosive revelation. And it only made me more aroused.
“Are you a…”
“A lesbian?” she asked with a playfully sultry voice. “No. I’m not. It was a chance to explore my sexuality and try new things. I wasn’t going to refuse.”
“I’m surprised.”
“Me too,” she nodded. “I’m not telling you this to be obscene, or to tease you. I’m telling you because you might find out eventually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Obviously I can be a real ditz with computers. Sometimes I leave things around because I’m always trying to multi-task. And I always have a lot on my mind with work. So, it might be inevitable that you see something that’s shocking, like those nude pictures that I mistakenly emailed you.”
“That makes sense.”
“You don’t seem so upset.”
“Why should I? We’re both adults. Plus you’re a beautiful lady.”
“Did you like seeing my breasts? Be honest.”
I cleared my throat. “If we’re being honest, then sure, I liked seeing it. They’re nice to look at.”
“Do you still look at those pictures?”
“Okay, I don’t think it’s…”
She cut me off. “Tell me. I’ve been so honest with you. I think I deserve a little more honesty in return.”
I gulped. “Sometimes. I still look at it.”
“To see me, or my friends?”
“Both.”
“Would you mind if I was topless right now?” she asked bluntly. “I’d like to maintain my tan during the weekends. But I don’t want to feel like I’m sneaking around to avoid you. So do you mind if I did it openly?”