“It was a real eye-opener. That’s for sure.”
“Yeah, I could tell. Especially in those pictures you sent.”
Those words left my mouth before I had time to think. I instantly regretted bringing up the nude pictures my mother accidentally sent me. But she didn’t seem too upset about it. Instead, she gave me one of those motherly looks that only she could give.
“This conversation was inevitable I suppose,” she said.
I nervously tried to backtrack. “We don’t have to. I mean, whatever you’re doing is pretty cool. As long as you’re happy, right?”
“Come on. Pour yourself some juice and let’s go outside. We need to talk.”
*
A moment later, we laid on separate lounge chairs outside. We were facing the nice view that we had of a hiking trail; trees, big rocks, hills, ect…
Next to my mother, on the floor, there was a small unmarked box. I was sure that my mother’s vibrator was inside.
We took sips of our juice and I waited for my mother to say something.
“I really need to apologize for some of those pictures,” she finally said. “We took those for fun. And obviously they were supposed to be private. I was in such a hurry to email you that I forgot that some of the images were inappropriate. I realized what a horrible mistake I made a few minutes later, and I prayed that you hadn’t seen them yet. But obviously you have.”
“I’ve seen tits before. It’s no big deal.”
“But you’ve never seen my tits before,” she emphasized. “And frankly, you shouldn’t have seen them.”
Things were getting uncomfortable as the conversation became serious.
“I hope you’re not embarrassed by…”
“Listen,” she said softly, cutting me off. “You shouldn’t have seen my breasts on those pictures. But frankly, I don’t really have a problem with it.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Why should I? I’m a woman. And women have breasts. That’s a simple fact of life, and basic human biology. And I’m proud to be a strong & confident woman.”
There was pride in her voice. I had never seen my mother enthusiastically proclaim her feminine side before.
“I like your new attitude.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because you saw my tits? Because you saw my colleagues naked?”
“That’s part of it,” I playfully shrugged. “But mainly because, I like strong women. I think it’s great. And I like seeing you so confident instead of being so insecure all the time.”
“You know, I never truly understood my power until that trip. The power that all women secretly have.”
“Power?”
“Girl power,” she explained. “When I first took my top off at the beach, I was so nervous. But my friend told me that I was doing it wrong. I needed to be confident and bold. Stand up straight. Chin up. Boobs forward. Then I’ll see the results. Sure enough, when I walked around the beach with my breasts out, I could have had any man I wanted.”
My cock was stirring in my shorts. I was becoming aroused. By the sound of mom’s voice, I could tell she was getting aroused too.
She continued, “My breasts had a magnetic effect that morning. Men turned their heads. Some women too. I felt as though I could have whatever I wanted. People would do whatever I wished. That’s power. True power.”