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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 3

Updated: Apr 5, 2023

In Search of the Final Freedom:

An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

Book One: Unlikely Revolutionaries

Miami Beach

When Bonnie wanted more information , Cooper said she should call his executive assistant, Tina, because she had gone with the LeMarco’s son to that condominium more than once. Bonnie called her almost immediately. Bonnie had been looking for an excuse to get out of the house, and this gave her a good one. So on Thursday, Bonnie took Cooper’s assistant for a long lunch. Bonnie had met the younger woman on many occasions and spoken to her on the phone many more, but this was the first time they had ever sat down together.

Initially the assistant was tense having lunch with her boss’s wife, but that faded rather quickly as Bonnie gained her trust. Tina Clark had worked directly for Cooper for almost five years. From what Bonnie knew, she was very good at her job and an important part of his success. They had bought her a very nice Christmas present the past few years. She was in her early thirty's, and an avid outdoorswoman; kayaking, rock climbing and backpacking. As such she was slim, but clearly fit under her professional attire. She was also tall, as tall as Cooper when she wore flats. She’d never been married, but had lived with two different guys since working for Cooper.

After the initial chit chat, Bonnie asked about Miami Beach. Tina initially said she had not been to the place they would be going, it was way out of her price range; but when Bonnie said Cooper told her she’d gone with Brian LeMarco, the owner’s son, she apologized for lying. “I was told not to tell that I went with Brian, but I guess you know already. You can see that if it got out that I had a sexual relationship with the owner's son it could be bad for office moral.”

Bonnie could see there was more to the story and secretly wondered if she’d gone not with the son, but with the father; however, she did not pry. That issue cleared up, Tina went on to say there was no need to buy beach wear in advance, because Miami is such a fashion Mecca, beach and club wear was actually cheaper in Miami than in Atlanta. Bonnie again sensed she was hedging about details so as not to offend Bonnie, so she stopped the younger woman and told her flat out “Look, you can’t shock or offend me.” She’d so wanted to tell someone about her new approach to married sexuality, but dared not in Sparta. It sounded like Tina was discreet, so she just said “Cooper and I are not monogamous. Years ago I guess people would have called us swingers but I’m not sure if that term is still used. So, what I’m saying, if there is some wild night life you would recommend, we are up for it.” Of course she’d overstated, or perhaps simplified the situation, but it was exciting to tell another woman that she had sex with people other than Cooper.

At first Bonnie thought she had made a mistake by Tina’s face, and then the attractive young woman broke into a broad smile. “Well, Bonnie Campbell, aren’t you full of surprises!” In the next hour Bonnie told her about Jill and Vic, their wild sex and their sudden departure. She even cried a little. It was so good to tell someone. She had many friends from church but she just couldn’t tell any of them about that. They finally made their way back to talking about Miami.

Tina said “I was worried what to say and how to say it because I didn’t want to get myself into any trouble, but I guess that is not really a risk. So I’ll put it like this, when I’m in Miami Beach, I buy just the bikini bottoms because I never have any need to buy the tops….and I rarely buy anything but tiny thongs for beach wear. Going in nothing but a thong is OK at the condo's pool and on Miami Beach as well. It’s hard to imagine Florida is right next to Georgia, it seems like it should be a different planet.”

Bonnie wanted to make sure she understood what Tina was telling her, “You can wear nothing but a thong on some of the beaches?”

“No” Tina corrected “On all the beaches. And at some of the hotel pools as well, including where you are staying.”

That was a stunner. She’d be taking the kids to a condominium where women could go topless. Bonnie actually struggled with that for a little bit before realizing she was being as bad as the prudish old ladies at church. It would be good for Misty and Lamar to see a different way of living. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen mom’s breasts nearly every day in the last month. Just last week Misty had asked when had the women in the Wednesday tanning group started going topless because she had seen them out her window.

Tina went on to tell Bonnie how she loved Miami Beach because the people are amazingly beautiful and “even off the beach I rarely wear more than a cover-up, thong and sandals. That is except to the nightclubs. Dressing to impress is the name of the game at night." She also clued her in on the existence of a public nude beach about a ten minute cab ride from the condo.

It was a great lunch and Bonnie got her back to the office late. That evening Cooper asked how it went, but Bonnie didn’t share about the minimal swimwear required; that would be her secret.

As it turned out, to fly the whole family on a holiday was prohibitively expensive on such short notice, but Cooper figured it would only take about 12 hours to drive from their central Georgia hometown of Sparta to Miami. So early on Monday the 2nd of July the family piled into their Suburban, aka the mommy mobile, and headed south for four nights in one of the newest and swankiest high-rise condominium buildings in Miami Beach.

At exactly 5:00 PM the, by then, trashed SUV pulled up the ramp to the gated entrance to The Setai, one of the fine high-rise condos on the island of South Beach. Cooper felt like a real VIP when he gave his name to the attendant and the large wrought iron gate swung in and allowed them into the valet parking area.

As much as Cooper wanted to act like this was a world in which he felt comfortable, he knew full well this place catered to people well beyond his pay grade. The marble floors and fine lobby art stood in stark contrast to the Holiday Inn’s which were his family’s usual lodgings. Though he was somewhat of a tightwad, he could not admit to the bellman that he wanted the family to carry their own luggage, so he had to part with a twenty dollar bill once they arrived at the room

If the public areas were intimidating, the condo itself was beyond belief.

Fourteen year old Lamar ran through the rooms shouting “It’s as big as our house.” Though Lamar was exaggerating, it was enormous for a beach front condominium. It had four bedrooms, and the living room, far bigger than theirs at home had two walls made entirely of glass, one looking directly out to the ocean, and the other looking north up the beach. At the 23rd floor, they had a huge and panoramic view of South Beach.

All Bonnie could say was “WOW” as she stood looking out the glass walls.

Though Bonnie and Cooper would have been content to just look out the windows, the kids wanted to see the pool and beach (from closer than the 23rd floor). Cooper, who had been driving since before 5:00 AM, was in no mood to do anything but rest. He grumbled as he pulled himself out of the deep and very comfortable couch. He did insist his eager family must wait until he could put on a clean shirt. He wasn’t about to walk around this place with jelly doughnut stains on his stomach.

From the lobby it was still one floor down to the ground level were there were shops and two restaurants, at the end of the ground floor atrium was a revolving door leading to the pools. The building had three swimming pools, two large ones shaped somewhat like lopsided kidney beans surrounded by coconut palms and one small round children’s pool. Additionally there was a hot tub adjacent to each adult swimming pool.

Though Bonnie thought it was her secret, Cooper vaguely knew toplessness was permitted on at least some of South Beach. What he did not know was that it was also permitted at some of the hotels and condos. In this case it was permitted at the pool nearest the beach, screened from the other two pools by a row of coconut palms. Thus it was not immediately apparent to the visiting family. Lamar being the most eager to explore was far ahead of the others. When he passed the row of palms he stopped short, and just stared.

It had been just in the past year or two that Lamar had passed the phase where girls were a sort of dangerous animal to be avoided, to that stage were girls were lusted at from afar, but never really approached. It had been just last month when Bonnie walked in on Lamar looking at porn on his laptop for the first time. Now, Lamar was entranced, because as if out from his wildest fantasies, there were two attractive women wearing nothing but tiny thongs sunning and chatting in German not fifteen feet from him. His sister’s hand slamming on the back of his head brought him back to the real world. Though sixteen year old Misty was as shocked as her little brother, she was far more concerned about not making a scene than her younger hormonal sibling.

To Bonnie, the most amazing thing was not that breasts and/or bare butts were on display, but rather that most of the exposure was by grown women, not teenyboppers. Maybe half of the women were topless, she rapidly counted twenty-one bare breasted women, not including the teenage and younger girls with their mothers. She guessed they ranged from their twenties to their 60’s. Most were somewhere around her age. Though only a few were hard-bodies, the majority were either the more typical American type of soft curvy shape or the thin European. Significantly to her, not a single one was the tall, slim and busty blond Playboy model type. The two German women hadn’t noticed Lamar’s staring because they were watching their own young kids playing in the shallow end of the pool. To Bonnie, nudity had always meant sex, but here it seemed as relaxed and normal as, well, as a day at the beach with the kids. She would find that this pool was nearly entirely populated by Europeans to the point that the staff referred to it as the European swimming pool and the other one as the American pool.

Bonnie’s attention was drawn to the far end of the pool where a girl, perhaps Misty’s age (it was hard to tell at that distance) climbed out of the water and went to talk to what appeared to be her parents. She, like the two women at their end of the pool, wore just a thong bikini bottom, as did her mother. Bonnie instinctively looked over to her own daughter, who was watching the mother and daughter speak. Bonnie wasn’t sure what Misty was thinking. Sure, Misty had seen Mom a hundred times sunning topless by their swimming pool, but Misty hadn’t been topless in their pool since she was about eight years old.

Seeing this topless mother and daughter, Cooper now was uncomfortable, and he quickly suggested they continue on to see the beach just beyond the fence. It was one thing to say it was cool to go topless, even for his wife to go topless, but just the thought of men looking at his daughter the way he found himself looking at that girl made him just want to move on.

Bonnie, could feel Cooper’s discomfort and told the kids they were going on to the beach, but if one teenage girl made him uncomfortable, the beach gave him no respite. On the beach in front of the condo, the women were much younger and almost universally pretty. From what she could see, perhaps just under a quarter of the girls were topless, but as they walked down the beach away from their building, Bonnie noted that fewer and fewer of the girls and young women were sunning breasts exposed. Initially it was like one in five, but not far from the condo it was more like one in ten, then she saw no topless girls at all. She supposed the international nature of their condominium building led to a higher percentage of girls and women who wanted to go topless. This hypothesis was supported by the men's wear. At and near their building most men wore Speedo type bikini bottoms or super tight little shorts, but by the time they'd gone a quarter mile the guys were in "American" type trunks.

She took Cooper’s hand as they walked “So why did you get uncomfortable at the pool?” she asked.

“I don’t know” he replied “It’s hard to explain, but I guess seeing that girl and her mom brought home the fact Misty is getting older and as you know I’m not doing too well with that.”

“Yes, I know” she said as she gave his hand a squeeze.

They walked a bit down the beach but being fully clothed they soon got hot and turned back. Cooper thought about suggesting Bonnie take off her shirt, but he didn’t want to seem pushy and let it go. What he didn’t know was that she had the same thought, but didn’t want to seem overly eager.

By the time they had arrived back in their room and looked out that amazing view, the long shadow of their condo covered the beach all the way to the water.

On the way up it was agreed that the guys would take the evening easy and the girls would go out shopping. Cooper planned that to mean he would crash in the king sized bed in the master bedroom, Lamar; on the other hand wanted to go swim in the big pool. He had always been able to find friends anywhere they went and would be anxious to get downstairs on his own.

Cooper wondered how much of his son's insistence was because he wanted to see more tits. To be honest with himself, he wouldn’t mind going back down without Misty there. So he pulled on his swimsuit, grabbed the book he’d bought for the trip and headed down with Lamar. It was no surprise that Lamar walked right by the first swimming pool, past the line of palms, and to what was sure to be a teen boy’s heaven. Cooper was mildly disappointed to see no topless women sunning, but then upon further reflection he realized that it was now dusk and all the tanners had gone in. There were however, a half dozen kids around Lamar’s age in the water.

There was a gentle breeze off the ocean that broke up the heat that still hung in the air. Before Cooper drifted off to sleep on the chaise lounge, Lamar had made several friends in the pool, one Cooper recognized as the girl he had seen earlier with her mother. This time however she sported a one piece swim suit which oddly was full coverage in the front but thong cut in the back. She was, he guessed, about the same age as his son, but at this age when the girls looked so much older than the boys it was hard to tell. There were several other kids in the pool all playing a game with a Frisbee. He heard a myriad of languages being spoken. He was sure he could identify Spanish, French, Hebrew and German, but there were a good many tongues he could not begin to identify when they came to him all mixed up in the breeze. This was certainly a crossroads of the world.

Bonnie was having a great time with Misty in what appeared to be the ultimate beach shopping district. Most beach resorts had dozens of small shops all essentially selling the same cheesy merchandise. Here on Miami Beach it was a totally different experience. The condo concierge had told her that they were only a few blocks from the center of the shopping district and so they had simply walked up Collins Ave and turned right one block to find shops large and small as far as they could see in either direction. Some shops were typical beach fare, but most were unique, including many boutiques owned by famous designers. Though they were specifically looking for beach wear, it didn’t keep them from excitedly browsing the couture shops with prices that would have sent Dad into convulsions.

After visiting a half a mile of shops, Bonnie concluded that the swimwear she brought with her, thinking it was sexy, was, for Miami Beach, only worn by women who wore a size twenty or larger. She noticed that for a good number of the thong bottoms the shops had on the racks, they didn’t even sell a matching top. She rationalized that Cooper would not want her to feel out of place, so after a couple of hours browsing, Bonnie and Misty went back to a shop that they had visited earlier. They decided it had the best selection of swimsuits they had seen, at prices they could afford.

At the shop, they browsed and talked about the different suits. Finally Bonnie picked out three suits to try on. She noticed Misty looking at the very skimpy bikinis as well, but simply chose not to see the obvious. Mothers can be willfully blind when they want to be.

“Mom, you will look hot in that. Dad would love to see you wearing that one.” Misty said looking at the dark blue bikini in her right hand."

Bonnie was quite sure her daughter was right.

A few minutes later she opened the curtain to the changing stall and stepped out. She stood before a three way mirror looking at a blue Brazilian cut bikini with a push-up type top that gave her great cleavage. In the shop there was no separate changing area, so Bonnie was right on the main shopping floor when she exited the booth. The bottom was far smaller than anything she had worn to a beach before. At perhaps six inches wide at the rear waist band, not much of the suit's rear was visible as half-way down her butt the fabric just disappeared between her buns. It was smaller than most of her panties. And in the front, it was so low that even though she'd trimmed up to wear her bikinis, more than a tiny bit of her pubic hair showed above the waist band. Misty was behind the curtain but Bonnie let her know “Well if I am going to wear this I guess I’ll have to trim up some more. ” As she finished the last word, Misty emerged wearing a suit with a bottom that was cut similar to the one her mom was wearing.

“Yep, I agree. But we might need to do more than trim.” Misty agreed as she vainly tried to cover up the top of her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair.

Bonnie saw her daughter and realized she looked good. Real good; too good for her own good. The suit was bright yellow with orange trim. The top was not fitted like the one Bonnie wore, it was just a regular slide string triangle top, but the triangles were more like pizza slices, than triangles. They were most definitely narrower than any she had seen on a swimsuit before. In that top, even Misty’s young boobs showed a good bit of skin on either side of the fabric.

“Well we will look like yokels on vacation with our white butts showing.” Misty vocalized what her mother had already noticed, the tan lines of their regular swimsuit bottoms, left a good bit of white untanned skin showing. Though Bonnie wasn’t nearly as pale in those areas due to the fact that once or twice a week over the past month she’d been tanning in the nude, it still showed.

“Yea” Bonnie replied,” but would you rather look like a prudish yokel on vacation by wearing what we brought?”

“Oh no. We don't want to look like we are from Georgia or something." They both laughed. "This one is a keeper" Misty said admiring herself in the multiple mirror images. "And I think yours is too” Misty said a moment later.

Bonnie wasn't sure though. She wasn't sold on the blue bikini.

They both went back into the stall to try on the next suit. A few minutes later, Bonnie stood before the mirror again. This time in a bikini that looked a lot like the one famously worn by Ursula Andress in the James Bond film. It was deep navy blue, almost black with a built in white belt. The top was a simple slide triangle and the bottoms were labeled as Brazilian, but once again looking in the mirror, her ass cheeks were left completely bare. The upper portion had been beautifully designed with a very pretty gathered back that ran the full with of her hips. The fabric seemed to flow downward until it disappeared between her buns. She put this one aside to buy. Misty was right, her father would love it.

She then decided to try the thong bikini. It was made of a soft but textured knit, and labeled as a "micro-bikini." Seeing how little fabric was used in the bottoms she had to agreed with the label. She wasn't sure why she'd brought it into the dressing room, she couldn't even imagine wearing it on the beach. The bottoms were a tie-side thong and the top was another of the abbreviated triangles. While the one Misty had tried on was like a pizza slice, this was more like a slice of cheese cake. She had a hard time working out how to wear the g-string like bottoms. She was sure the bottoms could not be meant to be that low. But when she tried to pull the front of the bottoms up, she found pulling just made it go up between her labial lips exposing everything. So, she pulled it back down. This must be how it was designed she thought as she adjusted the waist band to just cover her hysterectomy scar. Fully half of her pubic landing strip was visible. Like Misty’s earlier top, the top she was trying on was smaller than any she owned and she noticed it was thin, unlined fabric. The suit seemed to be painted on as the shape of her erect nipples were plainly visible as the fabric curved around their shape.

Stepping out and looking in the mirror, she finally realized that the difference between a thong and a Brazilian had nothing to do with how much of her rear was covered, they both left the globes of her butt completely bare. The upper portion of Brazilian bikinis were dramatically styled, while thongs essentially had no back at all. She saw the merits of both, but tended to like the Brazilians better.

Standing there she felt sexy and almost naked. Or perhaps she felt sexy because she was almost naked in view of anyone in the shop who cared to look. She would buy one like this but she wanted to try a different color. Though the shop was large and she could only see a handful of other shoppers at the time, still it took some courage for Bonnie to walk further out onto the sales floor to the bikini racks. She felt practically nude a good fifty feet from her changing stall as she went back to the rack that held the suits like the one she was wearing.

Meanwhile, Misty had not been pleased with her last try-on, she had not even come out until she changed yet again. The second Brazilian suit fit wonderfully. It was blue with white stars and red edging. The bottoms had more fabric than any other she'd tried on and appeared to be like any other "v" front bikini; except the bottom of the "v" went almost down to where her vulva began. Looking in the stall mirror, the deep "v" made any viewer's eye go right to her crotch where the bottoms had a center seam that caused the spandex to form fit to her outer lips. The same seam went all the way to the back to show the shape of her ass even where it was covered (which wasn't much). There was only one word for it. HOT! Not only would she have to buy it, she would insist that Mom get one too. Tomorrow would be the4th of July and she knew full well that Dad would want a family photo. This was what she and Mom had to wear.

She left the stall to show her mother. To her great surprise her mother was now a good way from the changing stalls, and she was wearing a micro-thong bikini. That sight was worth the trip in itself. Misty clapped her approval and her mother turned and took a small bow. Misty reached for her purse to get a pic of her mother with her phone, but the big NO PHOTOS sign stopped her. She had long thought her mom pretended to be open about her body, but in fact had never worn anything close to a sexy bikini before in public. It was only then that she thought perhaps it wasn’t hoping for too much that she and her mom might go topless tomorrow, like the German family at the pool. She knew the fact that her mom now sunned topless with her church friends was a huge step in the right direction, but that was still in the safety of their back yard. Most surprising of all, her mom did not seem to be in a rush to get back behind the curtain. As Misty watched, she moved to another rack even further away.

Misty promptly grabbed a thong bikini she had seen earlier but had not dared try it on. But, she reasoned, it seemed Mom was game for anything. Ducking back behind the curtain she put it on. When she exited again, she was wearing a white bikini with black and red accents. The top actually covered more than what her mother was wearing, but the bottoms were the smallest yet. Not only was this clearly made to be worn so low as to barely cover her girl parts, the tiny center panel was no more than three inches wide and narrowed to a single strip between her legs. The black string waist band and panel edging seemed to have more substance than the Lycra panel itself. Even as she was putting it on she wondered how see-through the thin white fabric would be. In the mirror she could see that not only the shape of her nipples were revealed, but the darker circles were visible as well. And like her mother, half of her pubic hair was outside the bikini. In her case, she wore a neat triangle of hair that was now bisected by the waistband. Looking at herself she actually thought the visible pubic hair was really sexy. Still, she knew she would shave it off, so she imagined how she'd look out on the beach after shaving. She liked it. Her mother had never really censored her clothing choices, but she thought it respectful to go ask if this thong was OK with Mom. She saw her mother just taking her time shopping. Misty could not believe she was still out there nearly naked, but she was. Nor could she miss that she was getting some looks from guys in the store. She quickly decided if her mother could walk around in a micro-bikini, so could she. Walking a quarter of the way across the store to where her mother was, she said "Well mom?" She then did a full turn to show her what the suit looked like. "So, are you OK with me wearing this at the hotel pool?"

Bonnie again looked at her almost grown daughter. Since Bonnie herself had on a very similar bikini, her answer was a foregone conclusion, but still Bonnie said "Of course it's OK. If you don't mind me wearing this one?" The idea they were seeking one another's permission seemed to say something about their changing relationship.

Misty said "I'm not sure about the color, but yea we will both rock in our thongs on the beach."

That done, Misty knew what she wanted to try on next. After a few minutes she found just what she was looking for. She took a two toned, string thong from a wall display.

Bonnie followed Misty to the display of thong bottoms. While Misty saw what she wanted right off, Bonnie took her time to find one she liked then looked around for the tops. She was sure this was from where Misty had just taken a suit. But none of these thongs seemed to have matching tops. She walked back up the isle to ask Misty were she found the tops when her daughter ripped open the curtain and took two steps outside of the stall door, put one hand on her hip and said “I think this is perfect. We can wear matching suits like this tomorrow. What do you think?”

Bonnie stood wide-eyedsixteen-year-old. Right in the shop her sixteen year old daughter stood beside the curtain, bold as brass, wearing only the thong. Only a thong! She was exposing her bare breasts to the whole shop, and she wanted to know what mom thought. Bonnie quickly looked around. The shop was mostly empty, but there was a group of two college aged couples across the shop but they hadn’t noticed. There was a second group though. There were three high school looking boys and they were pretending not to look, though it was clear they were. The Indian clerk looked up then back down at his book. It took Mom more than a few moments to think of anything.

True, Bonnie had fully intended to go topless tomorrow, but had not considered the possibility that Misty would want to go like that as well. Now it was Bonnie’s turn to be uncomfortable with their daughter’s growing up. It’s not that Bonnie and Misty had ever been modest around each other, but to see her like this in the shop. She stifled the urge to yell at her to get back in the stall and shut the curtain; but she just said “If you like it, I like it.” She paused what seemed for an hour before saying as calmly as she could “OK, you can go back in and shut the curtain now”

Misty didn’t move. “But will the guys notice me with all those big boobed girls around?” She hoped her mom didn’t see how her knees were shaking. It was taking every ounce of will to keep standing there, but Misty was not going to yield to fear. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and she was not letting it go. She was sure if she just asked if she could remove her top at the pool or beach, her dad would say no. She had to close off that question before she asked it and this was the perfect way to do it. Now, it was done, her mom had agreed that she could go topless and Misty didn’t even have to ask. And besides, she very much enjoyed seeing her mother’s discomfort.

Not for the first time Bonnie realized her daughter had, since last summer, developed full, teardrop shaped, woman’s breasts. “Yes, oh yes they will notice you” then she added “You are rapidly becoming one of those big boobed girls yourself.” her mother replied. Bonnie saw something else she did not expect. The untanned area on Misty’s backside, was much lighter than the one on her breasts. In fact, just like Bonnie, those top tan lines were hardly visible. That could only mean one thing; Misty was tanning topless whenever the rest of the family was not around. Bonnie did not think that was a bad thing, but it was interesting and made her think this sudden pride in her breasts did not just appear when they arrived in Miami.

It wasn’t until Misty failed to go back in the stall but rather stepped further into the store to ask another inane question, that she realized that Misty knew this was making her more than a little uncomfortable. She also came to the conclusion that her daughter, who was generally modest in public, was most likely not doing this to show off, but rather to pick at dear old mom.

So keeping up a cool front, mom told daughter “You know, I think you have definitely a "B" plus cup, you are likely now in the "C" cup range. We’ll have to go bra shopping when we get home.” As they spoke Bonnie had another bikini set already in her hand, but she was not far from another rack of thong separates. Bonnie had a solution to get Misty to get back in the stall , “Great idea, wait a minute so I can pick one out so we can match”. Before she had even turned around, Misty quickly went back into the stall and closed her curtain. Count one for Mom, Bonnie gloated.

While she tried on yet another tiny bikini in her stall, Bonnie's mind was filled with what Misty's actions meant. Suddenly, Misty pulled Mom’s stall curtain fully open. Standing outside her mother’s stall, Misty was wearing a different thong but she was still bare breasted. Before Bonnie could process what was happening, Misty shoved a thong into her mom’s hand. “Here try on this one. You are right, we need to see how we look together.”

Bonnie was put in a bind. She had successfully taken Misty off guard a few minutes before, but now the little scamp had recovered and was calling Mom's bluff. Bonnie had not planned on really exposing herself like that. She knew the group of teenage semi-spectators were now browsing closer to them. Could she just allow those boys to see her and her daughter both topless? But how could she not? Misty would call her a prude forever.

She took off the suit she had on and put on the thong bottom. She sucked in her breath, pulled back the curtain and stepped out to join her daughter wearing nothing but a piece of fabric that quite literally would not cover a hamster.

But Misty was not in front of the changing mirror, she was an isle over, talking to the three high school boys. Misty had screwed up the courage to up the ante and at the same time let the three teenage boys know she knew they were staring at her. While her mom was behind the curtain, she'd walked right up to the boys and introduced herself. "Hi I'm Misty. My mom and I just got here today from Georgia. How can I not love this place?" Before her mom had mustard up the strength to open the curtain, Misty had already found the boys were from outside Philadelphia, but that was all they said, because once they introduced themselves, they backed away. When Bonnie stepped out virtually naked, they almost raced out of the store. Misty was still nervous but not so much as she had been just a few moments ago. She turned to her mother whom she had just utterly shocked. Walking back to the changing area, she said “Very nice Mom.” She looked her mother over and added “I’m not sure I want to have to compete with you on the beach. You really are hot.”

Bonnie looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, not one of the grown women at the condo’s pool had anything on her. When she'd been out on the floor in the thong bikini, she had seen the young guys looking at her. It did her ego good to see those looks. Contrasting their looks to that of the indifferent Indian clerk was funny. She was sure he saw this stuff all the time, and the boys were just tourists.

Thus the mother and daughter spent an hour in the shop trying on the absolute smallest suits imaginable. With some they put on the matching top, but with others they did not, even if the top was available. As much as Bonnie hated to admit it, this was the most fun she’d had with Misty since she went into that middle school angry period. Here they were more than just mother and daughter; they were beginning to be friends. It was well worth the embarrassment for that new beginning.

When Misty showed her mother a red, white and blue bikini and suggested they match for the family photos tomorrow, Bonnie was quick to agree. The reminder that Cooper would want a family beach photo, gave her an mischievous thought. She said "You know girl, if we are going to wear these skimpy bikinis so as to blend in, shouldn't your father and brother do the same?"

Misty thought it was a great idea and they began to peruse the men's wear. Misty suggested one of the little pouch thongs, but Bonnie said "I don't think all the pleading in the world would get him in that." It took time but they settled on what more or less looked like the boxer-brief underwear Cooper liked to wear. Well not exactly, it had a regular swimsuit waist band with string ties, it was made entirely of unlined spandex, and it had a crotch section made to have the man's "package" stand out. When they found pairs for both father and son in red, white & blue, they were very pleased with themselves.

Before they reached the counter, Misty looked up at the display of beach towels that ran along the ceiling. Pointing to one with the picture of a hunky man in a bulging Speedo, Misty said “Mom, I think we need some beach towels too.”

“OK, but I want that one” and she pointed to one with an equally gorgeous man displaying his naked buns.

Misty reacted, “Woe, where did my mom go? Did the body snatchers take her away and bring me a hot cougar?”

“Are you complaining about my beach behavior?”

“No! No, really, I just hope I can take this woman home with us.”

Bonnie wondered if that woman would indeed go home with them, and if she did, would Misty really like that? After picking out a towel with a buxom topless woman for Cooper, she asked Misty what to get for Lamar.

Misty said “That little pervert, he’ll want that one” and motioned to the only towel showing a completely nude woman.

“Don’t call him that” Bonnie retorted “And no we won’t’ get him that one.”

Misty shot back suddenly agitated. “Do you know what I heard him telling his buddy James on the phone last week?” Then without waiting for an answer “He told him he had been spying on me in the shower and told him what I look like naked, right down to the mole on my right thigh.

Bonnie, was a little taken aback that he had spied on his sister, but not surprised. “OK, you are right that was very inappropriate” she said in a very motherly way “I’ll have Dad talk to him.” Then thinking through what Lamar could tell his friends added “And we will make it clear that he is not to invade your privacy by telling his friends what you wear here in Miami. Or what I wear either.”

Misty nodded. She was grateful her mom had taken it seriously. Then she replied “Oh yea, all I need is all his friends yakking about me going topless.”

Again, Misty’s casual statement “going topless” jarred part of Bonnie’s brain. She knew after the display they had just put on in the store, there was no way they both would not be topless by the pool tomorrow. That bridge had been crossed before Bonnie had even known it was there. Had she been manipulated? She pushed that thought out and said, “But no more calling him a pervert. He’s just a typical teenage boy.” Though she did buy ‘the pervert’ a towel with a girl in a thong bikini on it. The one she chose was sexy, but not too much, Bonnie thought.

At the check-out counter they gave the clerk quite a pile: the two matching red, white & blue Brazilians, a second Brazilian for each of them, two thong bikini sets, two micro-thong bottoms (sans top), two sheer mesh cover-ups, two men's briefs, four flag themed tank tops, four beach towels and a canvas beach bag to carry it all in. Over the time they were trying on things, a dozen more shoppers had come and gone. Most had gotten at least one good look of mother or daughter in naught but thongs. Bonnie thought this had been a good rehearsal for tomorrow. Just before they began to check out, Bonnie saw a display behind the clerk. Misty had also noticed and was intrigued by what was on the pair of very-life like mannequins. The two bikini’s, one bright mauve and one a equally bright purple had elaborately strapped tops and bottoms that had more coverage than anything they had tried on. What was unusual were the dime sized heart shaped cutouts, each which were edged in white. In practice, the hundreds of little harts turned the fabric into a very detailed mesh. But mesh it was. The clerk told them they were made by a very famous designer with a shop less than a mile away. When she asked about the cost the Indian clerk first told her they were the designer's close outs, and the last two like them anywhere. He assured her that in his shop they were much less than 25% of the price they had been in the designer's shop. "But how much?" Bonnie persisted. When he told her she rapidly realized that the two suits together would cost as much as all eight of the other bikinis they were buying combined.

"Let's try them on" Misty suggested. So they left their pile of swimwear with the clerk and he took the two bikini's off the mannequins. In her hand, Bonnie could see why it was so expensive. The hundreds of hearts were woven into the fabric and individually edged. The mauve fabric was unusual, she'd never seen anything quite like it. It was very finely woven and very soft, yet still stretchy. The clasps and connecting rings appeared to be gold plated. Once they had made the adjustments to the top and bottoms, mother and daughter looked at each other and in the mirror. Misty put words to what they were both thinking "I think this would count as see through."

Bonnie countered "But really, really pretty see-through."

Misty "Oh yea, no one would ever confuse this with something from Wall-Mart."

Bonnie added "Or even Victoria's Secret. These are not made for the mass market and it shows."

"But could we get away with wearing it here?"

Bonnie answered "Once we shave smooth, the bottoms won't appear nearly as see-through. And besides, we can wear them at home."

With that Bonnie had convinced herself. She tried to ignore the grand total on the debit card reader. She could only hope that Cooper would forget about the cost when he saw her in her new swimwear.

Leaving the shop, Misty went back to the subject of her brother’s behavior. “You do know he looks at your pictures and I wouldn’t be surprised if he has shown them to his friends.” Misty said matter-of-factly.

Bonnie’s blood suddenly ran cold. Which pictures, she thought. It would be no problem if she were just speaking of the topless and nude pictures of her that Cooper had shot over the years. She was not ashamed of those photos, but he shouldn’t be showing them to his friends. But what about the photos of her with Jill and Vic?

Bonnie looked straight ahead down the brightly lit nighttime street and as calmly as she could, said “What pictures?”

“The sex pictures. The pictures of you and the Banning's.”

Bonnie’s throat constricted “You two saw pictures of that?”

“Mom, you have never been secretive. You left a whole stack of prints of you having sex with Mr. Banning sitting on your dresser for several weeks. And there is a huge file of pics of you and Mr. and Mrs. Banning on the study desktop. I mean you put them right in the My Pictures directory named Bon and Jill.”

Waiting for her daughter to attack her for her infidelity she didn’t respond. They walked in silence for some time. How could she have been so stupid? Did she think the kids were still babies? She knew full well that computer had long been used by everyone in the family. More important she worried that she had lost all credibility with her daughter.

Misty continued “It’s OK mom, I never mentioned it because I didn’t want to embarrass you. Sorry.”

Bonnie’s heart lifted. Misty was apologizing to her? It must not have been too traumatic. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Now you remind me, I remember leaving them out. I did put the Victoria’s Secret catalog over them though so you wouldn’t see them and be embarrassed.”

“Yea, you put the Victoria’s Secret catalogue on top of them. The same catalogue I look at every time I come sit on your bed to talk to you. You really suck at hiding things.”

Bonnie didn’t know what to say. “I never really tried very hard. You know we have never tried to hide sex stuff from you and your brother, and I just didn’t think about it.”

It was certainly true Bonnie and Cooper had decided when Misty was a baby that sex would be a non-issue by just treating it like any other part of life. Misty had walked in on them dozens of times while they were going at it. When she or Lamar would do so, she and Cooper would stop their active movements, but made no effort to hide what they were doing. They didn’t want the kids to think they were hiding anything. More than a few times Bonnie had been sitting astride her husband when the kids barged in. She didn’t un-mount but rather dealt with whatever issue had brought the kids in and then shooed the kids out before continuing their love making. Sure there were those few years when Misty complained, but in the last couple of years she had been much more casual when she'd caught them in the act. And at her age she fully knew what Mom and Dad were doing and why they were doing it. One occasion a few months before stood out. Misty had walked in their room one Sunday afternoon, while she and Cooper were in an intense side-by side sixty-nine session. They had been too involved to hear her come in. Later they suspected that she’d waited for some time before announcing her presence by saying “Do you ever come up to breathe?” At the time it had seemed quite a dramatic change in her behavior. It was the first time in at least four years she'd actually walked in and watched them when she could clearly and explicitly see what they were doing. Yet, she responded not like a child who did not understand but like an adult who'd caught her friends in bed. At the time the change had seemed remarkable, but now Bonnie understood that her daughter had been looking at photos of her and Vic and her and Jill doing the same thing, so catching Mom and Dad joyfully eating each other must have seemed reassuring.

Even still, walking down the busy street, Bonnie wanted to find a hole to climb into as the enormity of the revelation filled her head. She had a copy of the “Bon & Jill” file on her iPad and more than a few times (more like a few dozen times) had masturbated while looking at the pictures contained in it. She knew what each one looked like by memory. And now she was forced to come to grips with the reality that both her children had seen every one of those explicit photos of her with Vic’s cock in her mouth and vagina as well as her and Jill enjoying every form of Sapphic love. She felt her face flush.

“Then” Misty asked firmly “why are you ashamed now. You’ve always told me to stand up and own my beliefs and behavior.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m…. skanky” Bonnie replied.

“Mom, I don’t even remember the first time I walked in on you and dad having sex. And over the years I’ve caught you and dad in every position shown in those photos. I think I was the only kid in class who knew exactly what oral sex was from my parents and not from the internet, when we had sex-ed in middle school. I’ve walked in on you during your daily afternoon masturbation sessions enough times that I could probably do a fair imitation of your routine. When I was going through puberty, you told me a hundred times that making my body feel good is natural and that sex is just a normal part of life. Your exact words were ‘my body was my own and all the good feelings it could give me were mine to enjoy.' You also said repeatedly to ‘never let anyone make me think I should be ashamed of those things that made me feel good’. Yes, it was a bit of a surprise when I saw those photos. On one hand I had no clue that you were bisexual or that you actually did it with a guy other than Dad. On the other hand, I've heard you and Dad talk at length about why you guys believe the Bible teaches that sex outside of marriage is OK for Christians. So while I was surprised, it also was no big deal.”

Bonnie couldn’t believe Misty remembered all those things she had told her. She was sure Misty was ignoring every word she’d said back then. She was glad her daughter couldn’t see her red face . The mere fact that she knew so much about her own self-pleasure was mortifying; but, at the same time she felt proud. She and Cooper must have succeeded with Misty because she didn’t seem to have even the slightest embarrassment about sex. All those years, she was sure her daughter tuned out those talks, but now it was evident that Misty had been listening far more than Bonnie knew. Bonnie, grasping for words blurted out “So you’re not mad? You’re OK with it?”

Innocently Misty replied “Why shouldn’t I be. You weren’t ashamed of the pictures when you left them out on the dresser, so why should I be ashamed for you. Besides, since Dad is the one that puts photos on the study computer, I knew what you were doing was not a secret from Dad. So I figured if it’s OK with him, why should I care who you do it with?”

They walked some more then Misty went on, “But since we are talking about it, you might want to let me know if you’re going to have that kind of company over at the house.”

This was not what Bonnie expected, who was the parent and who was the child here? She calmly asked, “Why? “ Almost before she got the word out, she knew why.

Misty continued. “Uh, let’s see? Maybe it was the day I came home and you and Mrs. Banning were naked on your bed with your door wide open. You really expected me to believe you were struggling into your clothes because you had been letting her try on some things?”

Bonnie could only say “Oh, yea. I guess we weren’t as clever as we thought we were.”

Misty went on. “No, and I almost confronted you with your pathetic lie since I already knew you two were lovers. But that wasn’t the only time I caught you. You don’t know it, but on the next to last day of class the school was let out two hours early. I brought Kelli home with me. What did we find when we walked through the living room? Your bedroom door was again wide open and again you and Mrs. Banning were cuddled up naked sleeping on your bed. But that wasn’t the kicker. Your dildo and a bottle of sex lube were lying on the coffee table in the living room.”

“Oops” Bonnie said with a blush. This was worse than she thought. Misty continued “Good thing I had told Kelli about the fact that my mom had a lover. So she wasn’t as shocked as she would have been. We just went to my room until we heard her leave.

“So do your friends now think I’m a slut?”

Misty smiled “No, they have always thought you were cool. And now they know you’re a bisexual swinger they think you are the coolest mom on the planet. Being bi is the in thing at the high school, for girls that is. Several of us have been talking about trying it out. Of course Hope has claimed to be bi since we were in middle school. I know you know Haley and Connie, they have been coming over to the house since we were in like 3rd grade. Well, they actually made out at Kelli’s end of school party. They felt each other up right in front of everyone. They didn’t get naked or anything, but I heard they have been doing the whole thing since school let out last month. I haven’t asked them so I don’t know if it’s true. But they certainly aren’t the only lesbo couple and lots of the sexually active girls openly go both ways. So last month, when Kelli and I went to my room, we talked about what I’d seen you and Jill doing in the photos and I found some girl girl porn on the net that looked like some of your photos. So we got all turned on imagining what we would have seen if we’d gotten home sooner. So we decided to get ourselves off. That’s not like being lesbo…..”

Bonnie couldn’t believe how much pent up information her daughter evidently had wanted to tell her mom. She deliberately walked past the road to the condo building. Though she was finding it uncomfortable to hear all this, she did not want Misty to stop talking until she had got out everything she’d wanted to tell her mom. So she let her girl continue this stream of words.

Bonnie's choice to keep walking was not lost on Misty. It was a validation of her decision to talk to her mother about all this. “… and it wasn’t anything like the first time we had masturbated in front of each other. We’ve been doing that since I showed her and Caitlin how to do it when we were in 7th grade; but it was the first time Kelli and I had done each other. I mean we made out and fingered each other and we got each other off. That was the first time we’d done that. We didn’t go down on each other that time, but it was amazing, and all thanks to you. So no, my friends only think the best of you.”

Bonnie was struck by the volume of new information. Not for the first time that night, she pondered on how her relationship with her daughter was changing in a fundamental way. What Misty was saying to her wasn’t that surprising, she and her friends had done much the same thing when she was that age. But she would have died before telling her mom. Yet Misty was just chattering on about it as if it were some school event. She was relieved though; she had not somehow scarred Kelli. She suspected that Misty had been planning this conversation for some time, and the events in the shop gave her the opportunity to broach the subject. It made Bonnie feel bad she hadn’t picked up on the signs that Misty wanted to talk about this.

Mom now shifted her inquiry “What about Lamar, what does he know?”

“Well the pictures on the hard drive tell the whole story and I’d be surprised, after telling his bud what I look like naked, if he hadn’t emailed them to his friends. That is why I thought you should know we have seen them.”

Bonnie was in this far, so she didn’t shy away from asking “What about the video?”

Misty again didn’t seem surprised “Which sex video. God, you and dad have a lot of them. I doubt I’ve seen them all since we no longer have a player for those really old video tapes. Some are really bad and most of them are just plain boring, but I do like the one you guys made when you were young and had converted to digital. Obviously it was made before I was born, I’m guessing well before you got married. You were so pretty mom, and dad looked like a little kid.“

“Oh, I wasn’t even talking about those. Wow, how long have you been looking at them?” Bonnie asked.

“The only one I’ve watched recently is the new one. The one of you and the Banning's by the pool. The quality is so much better than anything else. It is actually really good. You should be proud of that one.”

“That was actually the one I was asking about.

“It’s not like I look at them very much. I don’t know when we first looked at one of your videos, I guess I was like in 2nd grade and Lamar was in Kindergarten. It was more curiosity than anything. Remember I went through that kick about babies, well the videos showed me all about how to make babies.” Misty laughed. “Maybe that’s why I’m so relaxed about sex. But I doubt Lamar remembers any of that, he got board after about 10 seconds.”

Her mother said, “I guess you know I’m mortified over here. And you watched them with Lamar?”

“Oh, only when he was really little and I was playing teacher. I didn’t look at any of them but a few times before I was in like 7th grade. By then I understood what was really going on. It is a lot easier to watch the ones shot on digital and Dad has on his computer. Mom, you have to understand. Finding parents sex videos is a pretty common thing to do now days. In middle school our sleep over group from church went on a kick watching our parents’ sex videos at our sleep overs. Caitlin, Haley, Rebecca and I had a bunch of them to share while Kelli and Connie only had a few. With Kelli’s Connie’s and mine, they were all just our dad’s screwing our mom’s. Connie was the only one that ever thought it was gross to see her dad. By then Kelli’s parents were divorced and he didn’t see him much, that might have been why it didn’t bother her. I guess some girls would be grossed out but we all thought it was great. I think my generation has a way more casual outlook about sex than yours was. Neither Keli or I were ever bothered by seeing our fathers with hard on’s. But know, Kelli said there were also videos of her mom with her step dad, but that grosser her out so she didn’t bring them. The videos Rebecca, Haley and Caitlin brought had their moms with different men and both Rebecca and Caitlin had videos of their moms at nude beaches. None of us thought anything odd about the fact their moms had videos screwing different guys.”

Bonnie readily agreed.

“Not surprisingly Caitlin’s mom’s videos were our favorites. Since they were professionally, had a lot of different guys doing stuff none of the other mom’s did, like sex with two guys at once or group sex they were more interesting. Caitlin was OK with the fact that she knew that in the videos her mom was paid to be filmed having sex with people she did not know. At the time we saw it more like her mom was a porn actress, but now I’m not sure what it was. The videos are not like home-made but they are not commercial porn either. I’ve never seen them on the web and Caitlin said her mother was not even given a copy of most of the videos she was in.”

Bonnie put in that she knew that Caitlin’s mom, Gina, had struggled mightily to make a life for the two of them and had done things that many people would not approve of in the process. “I didn’t know you knew about that. I guess I should have. She worked for a company in Atlanta that made supposedly amateur sex videos for couples with money to spend making a fantasy come to life. It’s a hitch market for well heeled clients. She was paid to have sex with actual couples or sometimes several couples at once in fantasy scenarios set up by the production company in their studio. The couple paid thousands of dollars to get a professionally filmed video of them having sex with the aid of beautiful Gina. She was there to add spice. Obviously she was hired because she is exceptionally pretty and photogenic. So she was a sex worker but in a very safe environment. I tried to be supportive, but she was always torn between pride and shame over her life choices. I’m sorry, go on. I didn’t mean to interrupt“

Misty only nodded before going on “That’s OK. Thanks for the background. Now it makes more sense. Even then when we were only like twelve, we concluded that some of those videos were done before her mom got pregnant with Caitlin so she had to be like sixteen in the first videos she did. But now that you explain it, I’m sure she would have had no problem passing for eighteen and fake ID’s are easy to come by."

Bonnie knew that Gina made her first professional sex video when she was seventeen, with a fake ID, but Bonnie did not correct Misty.

Misty continued without a break. "Caitlin’s mother never tried to hide what she did. Sometimes she even showed the videos on the TV in their trailer when her mom had people over. As you know, by then her mom had started doing nude web shows. We thought it was instead of videos, but now that I understand it might be she was doing both. I think you know that she was open with Caitlin that she made a living by showing and using her body. Right before that new guy took over her mom’s life, Caitlin told us she would much rather her mom keep getting paid to have sex than for them to have to live under the thumb of another man. But it wasn’t her choice. It sucks her mom got a new boyfriend right after she told us that. Just like she feared he took over and won’t let her or her mom come over to our house anymore.”

Bonnie agreed. They had spoken of how Gina, who had been one of Bonnie’s best friends, had come under the complete domination of the man she’d moved in with over a year ago. She and Misty had discussed this topic many times in the past year so she let Misty go on with her narrative.

“The very last sleep-over at our house before Caitlin disappeared from our world; we (me and Caitlin) watched her mom’s videos right in our game room. We took off all our clothes and sat together under a blanket. Though we’d kissed before, it was the first time we really made out hot and heavy. It was the first time I sucked her or any girl’s tits. It wasn’t the first time we’d fingered each other and got each other off, but prior to that it was just experimenting and playfully messing around. Of course in addition to the videos of her mom going down on women, we’ve all watched tons of internet porn so we knew how girls had sex with girls. That time we were having sex even if we did not go down on each other. We were not just messing around and we knew it was not the same. Not only did we make out while we were getting each other off over and over we were acting like lesbian lovers. We realized something changed between us but we did not know what it meant. I have no doubt that we would have moved to oral sex the next time she came over. But of course that was when Caitlin's so called step dad forbid her from coming over to our house. I suspect that Caitlin told her mom what we had done, she and her mom didn’t have secrets; but, I am sure she said the wrong thing to Bob.'

‘All that to say I’m not the only one who has seen videos of their mom or dad’s having sex. What is funny is that when Kelli's mom married Mr. Bill she destroyed all those videos her mom had made when she was with Kelli's dad. She has no idea Kelli has a copy of all of them. Same thing with Caitlin's mom. Bob has no idea those videos still exist. In Caitlin's case, her mom told her that Bob wanted her to destroy her videos, and she just let Caitlin take her whole box of DVD’s and told Bob she’d thrown them in the trash. That is actually why we had them here to look at that night. They are still in my closet. Like I told you a few minutes ago, we’ve been masturbating as a group for a long time.”

Bonnie wondered where she’d been all this time. “But that was when you started getting all over your dad and I about shutting our door and leaving our room naked.”

“Well yea! It’s not the same thing. It was different when I was watching your videos by myself or had a friend over. But that didn’t last long, we moved on to internet porn pretty quickly. I only found the video of your threesome by accident. I guess you were editing it, and you accidently left a link on the desktop screen in the study.”

“I did. I spent a lot of time and effort on that project. I was trying to make it look professional. I’m not so sure how good it is, but it was for your dad.”

Misty assured her mother, “Like I said, it was way better than anything else you’ve done. It may be the only one I’ve ever watched from beginning to end without fast forwarding. Have you ever thought about having Gina’s old company do a video for you?”

Bonnie laughed. ‘That would be fun. Sadly I would not know how to contact them and Gina hasn’t talked to me in over a year.’ Then she asked “Do you think Lamar has seen the video of me and Jil and Vic?”

“I don’t know. The link was gone the next time I used that computer, but the file is in the directory.”

Bonnie had just run out of room to put any new information in her brain. If Misty had more revelations, she just didn’t want to hear until another time.

They turned back onto Collins Ave. and walked in silence for a while.

Finally Misty said “It’s fine Mom. I think I’ve come out all right. I know girls at school or I read things on blogs and it seems that most girls my age are so messed up about sex. I’ve often wondered why I’m not like them. Whatever you did and didn’t do, I guess it worked.”

They turned up the road to the condo.

“I hope so” Bonnie said.

They walked again in silence.

Reaching the front door of the condo building, Misty tried to lighten her mom’s mood, “Are you ready to play second fiddle to your daughter tomorrow?”

“You’ve got a few more years to go before you will be able to outshine me young lady. I’m at the peak of my womanly charms.”

“We’ll see” and they both laughed.

As they rode in the elevator to their floor Bonnie said. “Your Dad will most definitely have to talk to your brother first thing in the morning. We are very permissive parents, but spying on you in the shower is so far over the line, not to mention the possibility he sent my photos to his friends. No, we have to put a stop to that now.”

Misty just had to make sure mom knew the truth, "But Mom, I’ve showed my friends some of your photos too.”

“It’s different, you and your friends are older and they are females. If that is sexist, so be it. But it is different showing those kinds of pictures to girls than it is boys. And now that we are decided that we will go topless tomorrow, we can’t take any chance he will snap a photo with his iPhone and send it to his little buddies.”

“So, you know I am right. He is a little pervert.”

“Little girl, don't you know that all males are perverts. They just learn to hide it better as they get older.” Bonnie said with a smile.

In their suite, Cooper was long asleep in the bed and evidently Lamar didn’t hear them come in over the sound of the TV. He lay on the couch talking to someone on his cell phone. “Really, I’m not making this up. We just got here and already I’ve seen more tits than any guy in school, like hundreds of them.”

Misty looked at her mother and nodded in a ‘Look see I was right’ manner. Bonnie put her finger to her lips to keep Misty from saying anything. She wanted to see what he would say.

Lamar was silent for a while then seemed to answer a question by the person on the phone “Yea, it was the same girl with the great hooters.”


“I’m not sure because when one of the girls asked her she answered in French, but I think she is fourteen because it sounded a little like fourteen in Spanish.


“I don’t know. Like I said I could tell they were feeling each other off, but my dad made us come in before any good stuff happened.”

Misty mouthed ‘good stuff’ to her mom and then mouthed ‘pervert’.

“Yea, I tried using the zoom lens on my dad’s camera after he zonked out, but all I could make out was that two people were near each other. Sucks, I’m sure I could have gotten to watch them fuck if I didn’t have to come in. I guess those Europeans don’t care who sees.”

Bonnie had heard enough. She put down her bags in a way to get Lamar’s’ attention. And sure enough his head poked up from the couch and he quickly and quietly says “Gotta go, bye.” into the phone before telling his mom hello with an innocent smile.


Cooper slept like a log but by morning was refreshed when he awoke at 7;00 AM. Before anyone else was awake he headed down to the ground level to the shop that carried baked goods. He got some fresh croissants, bagels and some orange juice and headed back up stairs.

Bonnie was just getting out of the shower when he came back. He immediately noticed the complete absence of pubic hair. She explained about the swim suits as he laid out breakfast. She gave her husband a rundown on the evening and they discussed plans for the day. Bonnie also gave him direct orders about talking to his son. She intentionally did not tell him of their daughter’s intent to go topless today; she thought that would distract him from his job to lay down the law to Lamar.

By 10:00am the girls had gone out wearing one of their new Brazil cut bikini’s and cover ups. Though these were the most "modest" ones" they had bought the night before, still they both knew just wearing these small bikinis out in public would be quite a step. Bonnie felt a little vain when she thought they both looked incredible. With the unlined swimsuits their nipples were closely clad by the thin fabric, and with no pubic hair, the bottoms fit like a second skin clearly defining their labia majoras. Misty told her mom the look was called “camel toe” and was considered very sexy.

Cooper made Lamar stay for his “talk”. He felt like this was a Mike Brady moment of imparting wisdom, in other words he felt silly. He decided to avoid the details and stick to the issue of respecting other people’s privacy. For thirty minutes he explained why just because he knows something or has seen something does not give him the moral right to tell all his friends. In the end he gave up the efforts at moralizing and made it clear that the house rules will be firm; until his friends are eighteen, he cannot share any photos of nudity that are on the computer or in family photo albums. Nor may he tell his friends anything about a family member’s activities that might prove embarrassing. And finally he cannot spy on his sister when she is in the shower. So much for the high ground, he just made new rules instead.

Bonnie and Misty found the first pool area had several dozen, mostly middle aged and elderly people with a few mothers with young children splashing in the kiddies pool next to it. Neither Bonnie nor Misty made any pretense of wishing to stop before they arrived at the further pool. The people sunning around the top-optional pool were considerably younger and better looking than at the first pool. Bonnie guessed there were a couple dozen people in the lounge chairs and another dozen in the water. Since she expected to see bared breasts, what surprised her this time, was the fact that many of the men wore tiny bikini swim suits. Several of them were tight and thin enough to give a clear view of what lay under the fabric.

She and Misty made their way to a pair of empty chaise lounges and dropped their gear. She did not want to give herself a chance to back out so as soon as she dropped her cover up, Bonnie reached behind her back and pulled the string of her top. It took some effort to keep her face straight, she wanted to break into a big smile as she lifted the top over her head and dropped it into her tote bag. Her heart was racing and she looked around to see how many people were staring at her. This was far more exposed than in the shop the night before. She got a few glancing smiles from a couple of unaccompanied men across the pool; but, other than that no one seemed to notice she was exposing herself in public. It was both a letdown and a relief.

Looking down to see what Misty was doing, she saw her top in place, though tiny the top was. It took several minutes to slather the SPF 45 over their bodies, taking special care to cover those areas not used to sunny exposure. They relaxed and lay back to enjoy the warm sun. With her daughter’s reticence to remove her top, Bonnie somehow felt she was making up for playing catch up last night.

Not five minutes passed until a group of four teenage girls, and one boy came out to the pool. As each of the girls pulled off their cover ups, Bonnie saw two of the four had not even brought a swim top to the pool. She looked over to Misty and could tell she was watching the girls and was thinking. She was confused that after being so bold last night, Misty seemed so timid. Bonnie wanted to support her daughter in whatever choice she made today. “What ya thinking about Misty?”

Misty sat bolt upright, “I’m feeling like a tourist from Podunk Hollow.”

She got to her feet and said “Here, let’s go to the beach before Dad and the pervert get here”

“Sure but why do you want to go before they get here?”

“Because I won’t have the nerve to do this with them here.” Misty answered as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her top. She was already heading to the gate to the beach as she pulled the top away from her body and tossed it on her lounge chair. Bonnie had to move quickly to catch up as the gate began to swing closed as Misty raced out.

Working hard to catch up with Misty, Bonnie noticed how tiny those Brazil bottoms were. Though it was a Brazilian and not a thong, the entirety of both of Misty's pale buttocks were completely exposed to the sun. She was sure since her ass was bigger than her daughter‘s, she was showing even more, not quite so white, skin.

Once out on the sand Misty slowed down. Unlike yesterday afternoon, the beach in front of the hotel was in no way crowded. Because of Misty's sudden departure, Bonnie hadn’t had time to be apprehensive about making her first appearance to the larger world wearing only her bikini bottoms. Once Bonnie caught up, Misty began to chatter away about nothing relevant to the current time and place. To Bonnie it was evident this was her daughter’s way of calming her own nerves about this new experience.

“I think when we get home I want to cut my hair some. Yea I think I’ll take a couple inches off the back ...”

It was only as they began to walk along the sand, behind a row of hotels, toward the public beach park did her heart begin to race. As Misty stared unblinking ahead and chatted furiously, her mother looked around. At first she caught a furtive glance, then another, then one, two, six, a dozen brazen stares at the two of them as they walked. She consciously calmed her breathing, and wondered why the looks. With all the great looking topless women they had seen, why would the men be looking at her? But glancing around, she realized there were no great looking topless women; only lots of overweight moms and their kids splashing in the sand in one piece bathing suits. Up ahead she could see a group of three teenage girls tanning topless; but they were laying down and she and Misty were walking brazenly past their ogling voyeurs. She had noticed at the beach the day before that nearly all the topless girls and women were laying out, not actually up and walking. Just at that moment one of the girls up ahead sat up, and nearly immediately began to put on her top.

Finally Bonnie allowed herself to enjoy the fact that man after man, young and old, were watching them as they made their way down the beach. She concluded that not a single male over the age of ten had not strained their eyes to get a better look at them. They were not seeing a mother and her daughter, but two hot women.

“I think that cute guy is watching me” Misty said mid-stream, interrupting Bonnie's pleasure of being the center of so much attention.

“Where?” Bonnie reacted.

“Up ahead to the left.” She said with a smile as she stood up a bit straighter. “Don’t look, I don’t want him to know I see him.”

“Oh, OK” Bonnie said with a chuckle. It seems that her daughter never noticed the men falling over to get a better look, but this skinny kid looking out of the corner of his eye seems to have brought her back to the real world.

Abruptly Misty cut left and trotted toward the surf. Turning to run backward she yelled, “Come on Mom, let’s get in the water.”

It was not hard to see why that boy (and the men) looked. Misty’s perky round breasts, bounced just slightly as she began splashing in the ocean.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes mother and daughter splashed and playfully teased the growing group of guys. It came as a surprise to Bonnie that when they got into the water they had been the only topless females not laying on towels; however, when they left there were a half a dozen pairs of visible boobs in the water. That count even included one very conservative looking mom who rolled her one piece down to her waist.

Over the next few days, Bonnie would realize that many of the girls and women who vacationed on Miami Beach really wanted to try the topless experience, but would not until they saw other women (in their case she and Misty) do so first.

Bonnie was just about to say it was time to go, when she saw Misty’s “cute boy” up and moving into the water. Not wanting to disrupt Misty’s moment she quietly slipped beneath the waves and moved away a bit.

When she wiped the water and hair from her face she saw the boy introducing himself. So instead of going back to the condo and getting something cool to drink, she continued to flirt with the boys while the whole time she watched her nearly nude daughter flirt with this scrawny kid. She found it odd, and flattering that these teenage boys were just as focused on her as the three other girls in the large group. At one point an older guy, perhaps in his mid twenties made his way over to her and made pretty direct proposition "Hey, why don't you stop playing with the little boys and come with me to my hotel room. I promise I can show you what a real man can do." She shot him down and let him know she was just waiting on her daughter.

She was not going to stray far from where she was. To her mother, Misty looked much more naked and vulnerable than she had earlier. Mom was strangely uneasy now with Misty sitting in the sand, her bare boobs inches from this guy. Yet she could tell Misty was clearly empowered. From her clandestine watch, Bonnie could see Misty was totally in charge and relishing her newly found feminine power; however, mother’s experience told her that the key to that power was limiting access. So despite Misty’s protest, they were soon preparing to head back to the condo swimming pool.

Before they left though, Misty asked her mother if it would be OK if her new friend took a selfie of them together. Bonnie knew she should see this coming, but she did not. But there was no real decision to be made. The reality was she'd seen cell phones pointed their way since they first hit the beach, so one more photo of Misty topless would not matter.

"That is up to you."

Misty smiled and said "OK, thanks."

It took ten minutes for all the kids she'd been hanging with to get selfies with Misty. Some of the boys asked Bonnie if she'd pose with them too but she thought that as a mother she shouldn't participate. Though she did tell them they were free to take her photo. After all, they'd all likely gotten her picture already.

Immediately after starting back to the condo, Misty began talking excitedly. “His name is Steve and he is from a little town in North Carolina near Charlotte, so not so far from us. He is seventeen and goes to a private Christian High School. His dad had a business trip here and let Steve come along. He is staying in the Nautilus Inn, which was right behind where we were swimming. He has been here two days and hadn’t met anyone before me, but he is leaving in the morning. He’d never been here before and had never seen a girl's boobs in real life before he got here. I told him this was the first time I’d ever done something like this and I was really nervous....” and so she went on and on. Bonnie hadn’t realized how far they had walked when they first came out. She knew by now, Cooper would be really concerned about their whereabouts.

“.. Is that OK?” Misty’s words cut into Bonnie’s thoughts.

“I don’t know ,what should I say” Bonnie covered the fact she hadn’t been listening as she punched in the code on the condo’s beach gate to let them back into the swimming pool area.

“Oh come on Mom, he was sweet and since he’s leaving tomorrow morning you don’t’ have to worry about me going crazy.”

Bonnie still didn’t know the question she tried again to get the information without admitting she hadn’t been listening to the last ten minutes of her daughter's chatter. “So what exactly do you think is the best thing to do?”

“Just to meet him later on the beach. We don't need to get busy or anything.”

Though she had been hoping Misty would get a boyfriend for a while, this wasn’t exactly what she had in mind; but she could not just say no. So she would attach conditions. “Fine, but stay right in front of the condo and keep your cell phone with you. I want you inside the gate before dark -


She and Misty were putting on their bikini tops as Misty with a slightly annoyed tone said “OK, OK, no problem.”

Bonnie added “And no sex.” as she pulled the cover up on.

“Mom!” Misty half yelled.

“I was just kidding” Bonnie lied as they headed toward the imposing building “I was just giving you a hard time.” But she wasn't kidding because she knew how quickly things get out of hand.

They had not gotten all the way in the room when Cooper’s voice demanded “And where have you two been without your cell phones? I’ve been worried.”

Bonnie hadn't thought that by leaving their phones in the tote bag that Cooper might get concerned about them. She apologized and gave him a quick rundown of their activities, leaving out the part that Misty had also left her top at the pool. ‘Better not shock him with that’ she thought.

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Feb 19, 2023

The mother-daughter relationship is crucial to the development of a new generation of strong females. Not many women had great relations with their mothers. This chapter is a great example of what should happen between the two. My mother never talked to me about sex. It seems as if most mother/daughter relationship are in bad shape: “Some daughters who were taught a subtle form of compromise and self-hate by their mothers now struggle to free themselves from this very damaging image. A young girl looks to her mother for clues as to what it means to be a woman, and if her mother is powerless the daughter feels humiliated about being female. In her desire not to be anything like…


LOL....well Paula worked at Victoria's Secret for 20 years. I heard more about this topic than you could imagine....more than I wanted to hear. LOL. First, you might not know it but women's swimsuits and high end panties have a disposable liner in it when you buy then. Many women also leave on their panties when they try those on things. Additionally, I women wash swimwear after they buy it but before the wear it. I know Paula does both things. Even so, one of the reasons women's swimwear costs so much is that the store knows they will have to throw out a significant portion of the inventory. I tell people from listening to my wife all tho…


May 12, 2021

I don't want to go all banal, but I've never been in a beach-city bikini boutique. What about hygiene? I'd think that subsequent customers wouldn't want thongs tried on by earlier customers. The shop could launder sampled garments, but that would age them.

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