Mom’s bikini on the other hand, while nicely encasing her more-than-worthy breasts, emphasized her amazing hips and ass. It was small in the back, showing a lot of cheek, which some might have considered overdoing it a bit, with only family around. I personally thought it was a generous gift to all of mankind, to keep those bodacious cheeks on full display.
Bodacious. That was Dad’s word for them. Funny the things guys talk about as they get older. Especially while huntin’ with all the testosterone pumpin’. Who ever thought my Dad would brag about Mom’s bodacious ass? To me?
The ladies where making us scrub some of the filth off our clothes, passing them out piece by piece. We were developing a nice little pile of wet clothing, which may not have been clean, but was a whole lot better than it had started.
Mom got up and took her cover-up off, but before she could jump in, I stopped her. “Mom! Wait!”
“What?” she asked peevishly.
“I, uh – I’m naked in here.”
Colin chimed in, “Me too, Aunt Alice.”
Mom rolled her eyes and glared at the old man.
Dad laughed. “Hey! Don’t blame me. I’m not the one going commando. Looks like you and your sister’s bad habits are rubbing off.”
Mom blushed mightily, but Aunt Marie just grinned. Mom dug into the tote bag she’d brought down to the water, and came up with a couple of pair of boxers she tossed to Colin and I. Once I noticed that Aunt Marie was getting ready to get in the water too, I almost wished I hadn’t said anything. Hell, let’s be honest, there was no ‘almost’ about it.
After a bit they joined us, and we splashed around playfully. Dad was the first to retreat from the cold lake water, and he made his way to the house to get dressed and start the winterizing and car loading.
Mom and Aunt Marie were always competitive, mostly in a good-natured way. Parties, outfits, dinners, hair-dressers, bargain hunting, everything between them seemed to be some kind of competition. To hear the family tell it, they had always competed over everything since they were kids.
That day was no different and they were soon talking about chicken-fights. We’d done a lot of that the previous summer, and before much longer Mom was up on my shoulders and Aunt Marie was on Colin’s, each trying to knock the other one off. Mom was giving me grief, threatening physical injury, grounding, and even starvation if we didn’t win.
Like I said, competitive. Especially where her younger sister was involved. So I kinda cheated. Just a little.
I’m about 4 inches taller than Colin, so moving out into water that was just a little deeper gave me an unfair advantage. When the water was almost up to his neck, I turned and forced him backwards. After one step his mouth was at the water line, and after just a few seconds of tussling, and my blocking his way back into shallower water, he was choking. He coughed, turned sideways and started walking away, his mother sliding backwards off his shoulders. Mom grabbed Aunt Marie by the shoulders, leaning over and almost dunking me. She was fighting hard, and her legs were nearly cutting off my circulation, her chest pushing my head almost into the water. When I stood back upright, Mom was crowing over her victory, and I looked up to see Aunt Marie struggling to get back onto Colin’s shoulders, half drowning him. It was a few moments before I realized she was topless.
Mom was laughing, waving the bikini top around in the air, while Aunt Marie finally straightened up and covered herself with her hands. “Alice! You rotten little cheat!”
I was walking toward them, for a better look, when Mom threw the top back to her from a few feet away. “You know you love it, Em,” Mom laughed. “It’s not like you’ve ever missed an opportunity to show ’em off. Can’t say I might not do the same if I had puppies like those.”
Aunt Marie struggled to put the top back on, precariously poised on Colin’s shoulders. Poor boy. Missed the whole show. And a hell of a show it was. Getting dressed again put her breasts completely on display for me. Her areola were dark and huge, at least 3 inches across, covering half her breast. The cold water had her nipples hard and puckered. They stood out nearly 1/2 an inch, near as big at the tip of my pinky, and begging for attention. I knew it would be a while before I’d be able to get out of the water without embarrassing myself, in spite of the cold.
“Show ’em off? In front of your son? That’s pretty outrageous even for you,” Aunt Marie answered, tucking her breasts back into her tiny top. “All talk and no action, I’m thinkin’.” Even inside her bikini her big nipples poked out deliciously, screaming for more personal attention.
“Jeremy can’t see nothin’,” Mom teased, “just like poor Colin didn’t get to see your big ol’ titties bouncin’ around.” She was wiggling around, and I saw Colin’s wide-eyed reaction. “There, now we’re even. Both boys got an eyeful. Feelin’ better?”
“Jesus, Alice! Put that back on before Harold sees you. That’s all I need to hear about on the ride back. You get wild, and I get the blame.”
“Spoilsport. Who’s all talk now?” I had tilted my head back and was trying to catch just a little view of what the commotion was all about. I had a quick glimpse of Mom’s tits, her nipples pink and erect, when she thumped me on the head. “Eyes ahead, Jeremy.”
Caught. Damn it.
After the excitement, we all headed back to shore and dried off best we could, before we’d start helping Dad load up the vehicle.