The moment of truth had arrived.
“No.”
She slowly nodded. “Thank you.”
She reached back and undid her bikini top. Then she put her hands in front of her chest and pulled her top away. Her breasts were free. Her brown nipples hard. There wasn’t a single tan line on her chest. Her breasts had become used to being exposed to the sun.
“Would you mind if this was the new normal?” she asked.
“Of course not.”
She simply smiled and laid on the lounge chair to relax. Breasts proudly exposed for me to see.
Part 3 of 3: The Newfound Confidence
A week later. On the following Saturday morning, I was awoken with my mother standing near me. She was pushing my shoulder while I slept in bed.
“Wake up,” she whispered. “The sun is coming up.”
“So?” I groaned.
“It’s going to be beautiful. Come on.”
“I’ll watch the replay on youtube,” I groaned again, closing my eyes.
“Look.”
When I forced an eye open, I saw my mother holding her tshirt up to reveal one of her bare breasts. There was a smile on her face. Both of my eyes instantly shot open.
“What the…oh…nice…”
She pulled her tshirt back down. “Not so sleepy anymore, are you?”
“I’m awake.”
“Outside in 10 minutes. The sun is coming up.”
She left the room and I got out of bed.
After washing myself, I went down the stairs. It was going to be a hot day, and I felt fine wearing a simple tshirt and shorts.
My mother had changed outfits. She wore cotton shorts, a bikini, and a small white tshirt over it.
We sat on the lounge chairs at the perfect time. The sun was coming up. As beautiful as it was, all I could think about was my mother sitting next to me. We were only a few feet apart. I wondered if she had any sexual feelings over showing me her breast a few minutes earlier. I briefly glanced in her direction and saw that her eyes were fixated on the sunrise. There was a look of serenity to her.
I kept waiting for her to say something. After all, she was the one who invited me down to watch the sunrise with her. I figured she had something to say. I hoped she did. I secretly enjoyed listening to her stories of self-liberation. In a strange way, I found it very arousing.
Minutes passed until the sun had risen. We squinted our eyes at the strong light.
“Feel like a morning stretch?” she asked.
“I don’t like doing much in the morning.”
“Are you sure? It’s a great way to start the day.”
“I’m still too tired to move anyway.”
There was a short pause. “Mind if I do it? It’s become a weekend habit for me. It helps relive all of the stress from the week.”
“It’s your body. Do whatever you need,” I encouraged.
She must have sensed that I was encouraging her because she gave a knowing smile, as if she knew I was enjoying things a little too much.
As she got up to stand on the backyard lawn, her body appeared as a silhouette, since the sun was in front of her. All I saw was the shape of her body with the sun in the background. She pulled her shirt away and threw it on the lawn. She took several steps forward and did some light arm movements. Then some light leg movements.