Chapter 5

Elliott woke up to the sound of his phone pinging. Blinking against the warm light drifting in around the curtains, he reached over and picked up the phone. The first thing he saw was the time. It was later than he thought. On Sundays, he usually heard his mother get up and go downstairs, but not this Sunday. He hadn’t heard anything. They both must have slept later than usual, which was understandable after what had happened yesterday.

As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he saw that the text had come from his mother. He felt a shiver trip down his spine as he read it: MOMMY’S STILL A LITTLE BIT SORE THIS MORNING. CAN YOU COME AND HELP WITH THAT?

Elliott responded immediately: BE RIGHT THERE.

In his favorite old t-shirt and boxers, he scrambled out of bed and hurried to his mother’s room. She was propped up against the headboard again, with the sheets pulled up to her midsection. Her hair was dishevelled and she was still wearing the silvery-white chemise, making it evident she hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. But as Elliott looked at her, she looked happy and totally refreshed.

“Did you sleep okay, Mom?”

“Like a stone,” she replied, a broad grin crossing her face. “I don’t think I moved an inch all night. Did you take my shoes off for me?”

“Uh, yes. They’re right there beside the bed.”

“Thanks, baby. I can’t even remember saying goodnight. I must have been really out of it.”

Elliott shrugged, but he was thinking about that last load he’d jerked off onto her pussy after she’d fallen asleep. “You were pretty tired. You kind of had a FULL day.”

They both smiled at the emphasis Elliott put on the word ‘full’. “You can say that again,” his mother replied as she pushed the sheet down and off her toned legs. “I think that’s why I’m still a little bit sore this morning. Do you think you could help Mommy and kiss it better before the boys get here?”

As she finished talking, she drew her legs up and let them drift apart, giving Elliott a perfect view of her pretty peach-like mound. It was already glistening, and he wondered if she’d had her fingers down there getting busy. He simply nodded and crawled onto the bed, taking what he hoped would be his usual position whenever they were together from now on.

Ten minutes later, he’d kissed her better ... twice.

“Oh, baby, you make Mommy feel so good. I love the way you do that for me,” Tanya said as she tenderly ran her fingers through her son’s hair. She looked at his young face, which was a sticky mess of her juices. She saw the love and caring in her son’s eyes, but she saw something else there too. “But what about you, sweetheart? Did you jerk off this morning yet? Mommy knows that boys need to do that, even her own baby.”

Elliott shook his head. “No, I uh ... I was still sleeping when I got your text.”

“Oh dear. We better figure out some way to take care of that for you. I don’t want my boy getting grumpy. Why don’t you start by taking your boxers off?”

Doing as his mother told him, Elliott shucked off his boxers and tossed them aside. As soon as it came free, his surging prick sprang up at full erection, pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh my, look at how hard you are,” Tanya said as she looked down lasciviously at her son’s throbbing cock, which looked as hot and hard as a branding iron. “Did you get that hard just by giving Mommy those sweet kisses down there?”

Elliott nodded. “Yes. I’m pretty much that hard for as long as I’m doing that.” He paused before deciding to come out with what he was feeling. “I love doing that for you. I could do it all day long.”

“That’s so sweet, but just all day long? What about all night long?” She gave him a teasing wink as she slid one hand down over her toned stomach, one fingertip toying idly just above the top of her slit.

Elliott gulped as he looked at where that finger was heading, his favorite spot in the whole world. “As long as you want Mom. I’ll do that for as long as you want, anywhere or anytime you want.”

“Mmm, that sounds like something I’ll have to remember. Now c’mere, baby, bring that hard cock up close to Mommy.” As she directed him, Elliott crawled up on his knees between her spread thighs. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now wrap your hand around that hard cock of yours and show Mommy how much you love her.” Tanya continued to slide her hand lower, her fingertip diving right inside her gooey slit. She curled it inwards, making her finger disappear from view.

With his heart pounding with excitement and his eyes glued to his mother’s hand as she started to finger herself, Elliott took his throbbing rod in his hand and started jerking it. He saw a nasty smile come over his mother’s face as he vigorously pumped his hand back and forth, precum flipping every which way from the dripping tip of his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Pump that cock for me. Jerk that load off all over Mommy’s pussy.” She was still flexing that finger, sliding it provocatively between her shiny pink labia.

Elliott was so excited that he knew he wouldn’t last long, and he was right. He’d barely been beating his needy cock for more than a minute before he went off, spurts of semen shooting all over her shiny mound, including her hand, since even as he shot, she kept her finger busy twiddling inside her creamy snatch. Elliott came and came, spewing what felt like buckets of cum onto her beautiful pussy. When he was finally done, he continued to kneel there gasping as he started to recover. He looked down at her cum-covered flesh, knowing that, for him, it was a huge load. Even though he felt proud of himself, he knew his loads were nowhere near as big as any of the three bullies, especially Jamal, who seemed to shoot a gallon of the stuff every time he came.

“Does that feel better, baby?” his mother asked as she drew her sticky finger out of her twat, the back of her hand covered in spunk.

“Oh God, yes. That was amazing, Mom,” Elliott replied, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his breath.

“That’s a lot of cum you shot, sweetheart. I think you need to clean that up for me, starting with this.” She held her hand up teasingly in front of his face, one sizable wad of jizz starting to dangle lewdly from her fingertips. She moved her hand, the shimmering strand of semen waving back and forth.

Like a patient getting mesmerized by a hypnotist’s watch, Elliott could only do as she told him. He leaned forward and offered her his mouth. He noticed that sinfully illicit look in her twinkling eyes as she fed him the cum, letting him suck in the dangling wad of cum before making him lick every last drop off her hand.

“That’s my good baby boy. Now you’ve got to clean up the rest of this,” his mother said as she laced her fingers behind his head and drew him down into her lap. He eagerly opened his mouth and pressed the flat of his tongue against her warm mound, gathering up the puddles of cum. “Mmm, that’s good, sweetheart. Take your time and make sure you get it all, and then I want to feel your tongue on Mommy’s clit again. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Elliott let her guide his head exactly where she wanted it, moving his mouth over her warm needy flesh. When he’d licked up every drop of his spunk, she set him to work on her big throbbing clit, which he was already in love with. She worked his mouth slowly over the fiery little spire, until she pulled his face hard against her as she bucked through another intense orgasm. She absolutely flooded his face with warm cunt-honey. Elliott loved it.

“Mmmm, what a way to start the day,” his mother said, purring like a kitten as she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair as he nursed at her drooling hole. “What do you say, baby, do you think we should start every day like that?”

“I’d love that,” Elliott instantly replied as he looked up into her sweet blue eyes.

“All right then,” she said as she patted him on his shoulder, letting him know she wanted him to move. “I’m gonna take a shower. Can you be a dear and get something started for breakfast?”

“Sure, Mom.” Elliott climbed off the bed, suddenly shy as he pulled on his boxers. “I’ll grab a quick shower too, and then get something ready.”

“Did the boys say what time they were coming over today?”

Elliott noticed how anxious she was at the idea. Not anxious in the nervous way, anxious in the excited way. “I’m pretty sure Jamal said he’d contact us and let us know. I don’t think he said any specific time.”

“Okay, at least I’ve got time for a nice long shower. I’ll be down in a little bit.”

Elliott knew he was dismissed. He left his mother’s room and took a shower in the main bathroom off the second floor hallway. With his mother always using the big glass-walled shower in her en-suite, this was basically his personal bathroom. Not wanting to disappoint his mother, he hurried through his shower and then pulled on a clean t-shirt and underwear, along with a fresh pair of jeans.

He smiled at the bounce in his step as he bopped down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. He got the coffee pot going, put some croissants to warm in the oven, and then set the table with a choice of jams, marmalade, and jellies, along with a bowl of fresh fruit for each of them. He noticed that glasses of orange juice seemed to be the only thing missing, and he quickly had that problem taken care of. The timer dinged a few minutes later and he was just setting the croissants on a serving dish when his mother came down the stairs, her body wrapped in her fluffy white robe.

“Thanks, sweetie, everything looks wonderful,” she said as she leaned into him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Elliott caught the scent of her shampoo and body wash, the warm citrus scent hitting him almost as powerfully as her perfume. He knew he’d never lose that feeling of arousal any time he came within sniffing distance of her.

“You’re just wearing your robe?” he asked, happy that she didn’t seem too worried this morning about keeping it tightly knotted. As she sat down at the table, he was treated to nice view of her sumptuous tits as the robe gaped open.

“Yes. Jamal told me he’d usually let us know what he wants me to wear before they come over, so I figured there was no point in getting fully dressed until we hear from them.”

Elliott nodded as he set a cup of coffee in front of each of them. He too wondered what Jamal had in store for her today. He figured having her dress in something sexy would be item number one on Jamal’s list of the day’s activities.

“So, do you have any ideas for those tutoring lessons yet?” his mother asked as she speared a piece of pineapple and stuck it in her mouth.

They talked about Elliott’s plan for the tutoring lessons as they ate their breakfast. He could clearly see how happy his mother was, much happier than normal, and he hoped that what he had done for her with his mouth was at least responsible for some of that joy that seemed to radiate off of her. They were just finishing the last mouthfuls of coffee when Elliott’s phone buzzed, this time indicating a real call, not just a text.

“It’s Jamal,” Elliott said as he picked up the phone he’d had sitting next to him on the table.

“Put him on speaker again,” his mother said, clearly keyed up as she sat forward, elbows on the table.

Elliott hit the speaker button. “Hello.”

“Smallcox, it’s me. How is everything over there?” The deep resonant timbre of Jamal’s voice came clearly through the phone.

Elliott looked over at his mother, who he thought seemed a little fired up at just hearing the young black man’s voice. “Everything’s fine here. We just finished breakfast, actually.”

“Good. That’s perfect timing then. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

As his mother sat back, Elliott saw the confused look on her face. He knew she was thinking that however Jamal wanted her to look, it would take her longer than ten minutes to do her hair, do her makeup, let alone get dressed. “Uh, ten minutes? I don’t know if we’ll be ready,” Elliott responded. His mother seemed to like what he said because she nodded in agreement.

“Naw, it’s only gonna take us ten minutes to get there from where we are now. But listen, I just want your mother in that white robe of hers.”

Elliott and his mother both looked down at her robe, both of them surprised by Jamal’s request. “Uh, just her robe? Is that what you said?”

“Yeah, just her robe. That’s it. No makeup, no lipstick, no shoes. She can put her hair up or leave it down. It doesn’t matter.”

Elliott read the perplexed expression in his mother’s eyes. “Uh, okay.”

“All right then. Nine minutes now.” And with that, Jamal hung up.

“I wonder what they want,” Tanya said, clearly confused. She’d been ready to put on some lingerie and high heels, or at least a sexy bikini. But here was Jamal saying he wanted her in nothing but the robe, and he clearly said no lipstick as well. And yet yesterday he’d said he expected to see her in that bright red lipstick every time they came over. Her heart kind of did a flip, wondering if they were done with her already. Maybe they were throwing her over for that Mrs. Tremblay woman, that teacher of theirs they were fucking.

“I don’t know, but it is kind of surprising, especially after all those things he said yesterday about how he wanted you to look and dress. Just the robe? I don’t get it.”

“Well, there’s no point worrying about it,” Tanya said, although she clearly was worried. She felt like she’d barely gotten a taste of their big cocks, big hard teenage cocks, one of them deliciously black. Were they really going to take them away from her? She shook her head, trying to get the disturbing thoughts out of her head. “Let’s clear this stuff away. They’ll be here soon.”

The two of them set about putting the dishes in the dishwasher and the other food back in the fridge. Elliott turned off the coffee pot just as the doorbell rang. Tanya looked up at her son, nervous.

“Maybe you should answer the door, Elliott. I’ll ... I’ll just wait here.”

“Okay, Mom.” Elliott made his way to the front door. He glanced back and watched as his mother smoothed back her hair and straightened out her robe as she stood next to the dining table, clearly worried.

As soon as Elliott opened the door, Jamal strode past him in a rush, Gunner and Zeke right behind him. As Elliott closed the door, all three boys stopped in the entryway and kicked off their running shoes. All three were wearing baggy athletic shorts, slung low on their hips with fitted boxers showing. Jamal had his white t-shirt already in his hand, his impressive muscular torso glistening with perspiration. His face was covered in sweat too, as were his legs. Elliott looked at the other two boys and saw that they were the same, their t-shirts stained and damp. Obviously they’d been doing some sort of exercise. Either that, or they’d run over.

“Where’s your mother?” Jamal asked, barely glancing at Elliott.

“She’s uh ... she’s in the kitchen,” Elliott replied as he pointed down the hallway.

“Good,” Jamal said as he turned and spoke to Zeke. “Make sure you bring that.” Elliott hadn’t noticed the big gym bag that Zeke had been carrying when they came through the door. The wiry boy had set it down while he’d taken off his shoes. He picked it up and followed after his two pals, Elliott bringing up the rear.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite MILF,” Jamal said, a broad grin on his face as he walked into the great room.

That smile alleviated Tanya’s worries somewhat, and she relaxed even more as the bare-chested young man tossed his t-shirt onto a chair and swept her up in his arms. He brought his face down to hers, giving her a deep passionate kiss. She found herself instinctively kissing him back, her tongue dancing with his.

“Hmm, something’s not quite right, woman,” Jamal said as he pulled his face away from hers, a grim expression on his face. “You’ve to learn how to greet us properly. Every time we come into this house, your hand should automatically go to our cocks. Make us feel welcome, let us know how much you want it.” He paused as Tanya guiltily nodded in agreement. “All right, let’s try that again.”

Jamal drew her into his arms again and brought his face down to hers. Her hand slid down the front of his body, until it found the long limber snake lying against one thigh beneath his clothes. She felt a shiver run down her spine as her fingers curled around the slab of meat and stroked back and forth, once more amazed at the size of it.

“That’s better,” Jamal said as he pressed his mouth to hers in another searing kiss. He pulled her closer and she felt his big hand slip inside her robe. His long fingers circled around one heavy breast, cupping and hefting it. At the same time his hand was busy groping her, her slender fingers worked their way back and forth over the front of his shorts, the heat from his huge prick coming right through the material into her stroking palm.

“Mmm,” she moaned hotly into his mouth as her hand felt that huge rod start to stiffen. And then he was gone.

She was left gasping as Jamal stepped back, his place quickly taken by Gunner.

“C’mere, blondie,” Gunner said as he wrapped her up and kissed her, his warm tongue sliding deep into her mouth. As they kissed, he too started to grope her, his fingertips tweaking one rubbery nipple into hardness. Tanya didn’t make the same mistake twice. Her hand went directly to Gunner’s groin, her fingers settling over his sizable bulge.

He drew back and Zeke took his turn, kissing her and grinding the log beneath his shorts against her hand as his own hands roamed over her chest, squeezing her heavy round tits.

When Zeke was finished and let her go, Tanya was gasping, overwhelmed by the kissing whirlwind that had just overtaken her. She realized being told by Jamal to greet them with her hand as well as her lips had her pussy dripping already. The size of those young cocks had her juices stirring within seconds. She tried to catch her breath as she pulled her robe around her, the boys having loosened it as they took turns groping her.

“Tanya, I love the nails,” Jamal said, taking notice of the new red polish she’d used at his request. Tanya instinctively looked down at her fingernails and toenails, as did the other two boys. “You’re learning fast. I like that.”

“Uh, what were you guys doing?” Elliott asked after seeing his mother was too agitated to make any kind of conversation right now.

“We were out shooting some hoops with some of our boys,” Jamal replied as he faced Elliott. “It was pretty hot out there on the court, as you can see.” Gunner pulled off his t-shirt now, his linebacker-type torso gleaming with sweat as well.

Elliott looked over at his mother, who had composed herself by now. He saw her look at the glistening bodies of the two muscular boys, that hungry look in her eyes once more. He didn’t blame her. With their impressive physiques, all three of the boys, but especially Jamal and Gunner, could have starred in one of those all-male strip shows, the Chippendales, or whatever it was they were called. And with those huge cocks of theirs, there was no doubt they would have been popular stirring drinks for the ladies.

“Yeah, so as you can see, we’re pretty sweaty,” Jamal continued. “But then I remembered that great big shower your mom has in her bathroom. So, me and the boys thought it would be a good idea to come over, save some time rather than going home, and shower here.”

Elliott exchanged a look with his mother, who turned and spoke to Jamal. “Uh, sure. That’ll be fine. There’s lots of towels on the rack just outside the shower. Help yourself.”

“You can show us yourself, because you’re coming into the shower with us.”

“But I ... I just got out of... , “ Tanya stammered.

Jamal shrugged his shoulders. “So what? Another shower won’t hurt you.” He grabbed her hand and led her away. Gunner and Zeke followed right behind, with Zeke carrying the oversized gym bag. They were starting up the stairs when Jamal looked back over his shoulder. “Well, Elliott, are you coming, or what?”

“Uh, sure,” Elliott replied. He scampered after the group of them, not wanting to miss a thing.

Jamal still had hold of Tanya’s hand as he led them into the big en-suite. He gazed at the enormous glass-walled shower with multiple shower heads. “That’ll be perfect.” He motioned to Zeke who put down the gym bag in front of his friend. Jamal turned his attention to Tanya as he reached down and unzipped the bag. “We stopped before we came over and picked you up something to wear in the shower.” He stood up with a small bag in his hand.

“Something to wear in the... ?” Tanya said, clearly confused.

“Yeah. Start with this.” Jamal reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny pair of silky white panties. “Go ahead, put them on.”

Tanya took the panties and stepped into them, pulling them into place beneath the robe. As Elliott watched, he could tell they were similar to ones she’d worn yesterday. They were cut very high on the hip, the style emphasizing her wide hips and making her legs look delectably long.

“And now this to complete the outfit.” Jamal reached into the bag again and pulled out another white garment, which was kind of balled up. Elliott couldn’t tell what it was until Jamal held it up for all of them to see. It almost took Elliott’s breath away when he realized what it was. It was a men’s singlet, what a lot of people refer to as ‘wife-beater’, with narrow vertical ribs the main part of the fabric. It was small, and Elliott figured it was probably a men’s size X-SMALL. When he saw it clearly and realized what it was, it had almost taken his breath away because he knew how incredible it would look on his mother. Her tits would cram full and stretch that singlet spectacularly, and then when it got wet in the shower ... fuck, Elliott was getting hard already just thinking about it.

“Here, I think this should fit you.” Jamal handed the singlet to Tanya, who took it tentatively. Feeling shy for some reason, she turned and slipped off her robe, letting it fall to the floor. With her back to the boys, she pulled the singlet over her head and down over her body, adjusting it over her curvy form as she pulled the bottom edge down over her hips.

“It looks great from this view,” Gunner said. “Let’s see the front.”

Elliott agreed with Gunner. The view from behind was fantastic. Those high-cut panties fit his mother perfectly, showing off her big curvy bum and wide hips, a backside and hips that Elliott thought were made for bouncing on a bed all night long. And as she’d been pulling the singlet down into place, he’d caught glimpses of those big tits of hers in profile, the voluminous mounds wobbling teasingly as she fit them in place beneath the soft white fabric. With the singlet in place, Tanya turned around to face them.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Zeke muttered as four sets of teenage eyes zeroed in on the MILF’s sumptuous chest.

Elliott felt his cock give a lurch as he looked at his mother. Her huge tits filled and stretched the tight-fitting undershirt. The ribbed material followed the contours of the big round orbs, the vertical lines flowing in and out around her breasts provocatively. Her nipples were already somewhat stiff, evidence of her arousal. Her areolae were partially visible through the thin white fabric, with her nipples thrusting forwards, teasing shadows being cast beneath the rubbery buds. The tremendous shelf of her imposing tits cast a heavenly shadow on her midsection, emphasizing the impressive size of them. The singlet fit her like a second skin, attractively showing off her womanly hourglass figure. Slim at the waist, with magnificent swells at the hips and breasts. Elliott knew now why Jamal had chosen this for her. And with the young black man making her wear it in the shower ... fuck, Elliott couldn’t wait until that undershirt got wet.

“Oh man, what a set of tits,” Gunner said as the boys started to shed their clothes.

“I think that’s the best set we’ve ever had. I thought Mrs. Tremblay’s were nice, but she’s got nothin’ on this one,” Jamal added as he pushed his shorts and underwear to the floor.

Unsure of what was expected of him, Elliott stood there and watched. Once again, he was both envious, and frightened, by the size of the boys’ cocks. It was obvious all three had started to become aroused by looking at his mother in the form-fitting singlet and tiny panties. Their peckers were already on the rise, with all three of them touting poles standing at about half-mast. All three stiffening pricks looked powerful and menacing, and they were still only half hard. Elliott couldn’t help but be jealous, especially knowing what those massive cocks had done to his mother yesterday, and were likely to do today.

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” Jamal said to Tanya as he gestured towards the shower. “You’ve already got us turned on, so get that thing turned on.”

Gunner and Zeke chuckled at Jamal’s little joke as Tanya opened the glass door and reached in, turning on the water to the multiple shower heads. The boys moved closer to the shower as the water heated up. Jamal turned to Elliott, who had been standing just inside the bathroom door. “Have a seat, Elliott,” Jamal said, nodding towards the closed lid of the toilet. “You might learn something.”

Elliott compliantly nodded and sat down, adjusting his stiff dick inside his jeans. He watched as Jamal stepped into the big shower stall and took his mother’s hand, drawing her in next to him.

Jamal turned to Zeke and gestured towards the gym bag Zeke had put on the floor. “Zeke, don’t forget our stuff.”

Zeke nodded and reached into the bag and pulled out a couple of colorful plastic bottles. To Elliott, they looked like bottles of shampoo or body wash, similar to those his mother already had on the shelves of the shower stall. He figured the boys must have brought their own stuff, knowing they’d be showering somewhere after their basketball game.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

Elliott’s attention was drawn back to Jamal, who pulled his mother close to him beneath the pelting spray. The young black man drew her body against his and, as she turned her face up towards his, he brought his mouth down to hers, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. The white of the singlet was starting to get spackled with drops of spray, the spots dark and becoming translucent within seconds.

“My turn,” Gunner said as he reached forward and circled his big meaty mitt around the MILF’s arm, pulling her away from Jamal and against him.

Elliott wondered if Jamal would be angry at having his tender kiss interfered with, but he surprised Elliott by simply turning and stepping right beneath one of the pelting shower heads, a contented smile on his face. He turned his attention back to his mother and Gunner, just in time to see Gunner give one of her breasts a squeeze as his mouth met hers. Elliott saw his mother kiss him back eagerly, her arms slipping around his neck as she willfully let him grope her.

“Here, let me have a shot at that gorgeous mouth of hers,” Zeke said as he stepped next to Gunner. Gunner pushed Tanya back from their embrace and turned her towards Zeke. As she seemed to melt into Zeke’s arms too, Elliott saw that Gunner’s thick, meaty cock was on the rise, the boy obviously getting aroused from his mother’s hot kisses and from feeling up her big tits.

Gunner then stepped under the second shower head and turned his face upwards into the spray, letting the pelting bullets wash the sweat off his muscular body. Jamal had been doing the same, and he saw the young black man rubbing a big bar of soap over his body, the soap turning white and frothy as his hands moved over his shiny ebony skin. Elliott recognized the soap as one of the oversized bars of lemon-scented soap that his mother favored, a scent he’d loved for years.

Jamal tapped Gunner on the arm and passed the soap to him, and then reached over and pulled Tanya out of Zeke’s arms. She came away gasping, and then as Jamal pulled her close to his soapy body, Elliott saw a lusty smile come over her face as she eagerly turned her face up to his, her lips parted and waiting. They kissed again, her hands sliding up through the soapy plate-like muscles of his pecs to slip around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers.

Elliott saw the other two boys soaping themselves up, both of their cocks hanging out heavy and half-hard at about ninety degrees to their bodies. Once they were covered with soapy foam, the two of them nodded to each other and moved close to Jamal and his mother. As the two approached, Jamal noticed and broke the kiss. He turned Tanya around, giving Elliott a perfect view of his mother’s front.

“Oh fuck,” Elliott muttered, his eyes open wide as he looked at his mother’s huge tits, the front of the singlet thoroughly soaked by this point. He could clearly make out the outline of the big round spheres, with the areolae and nipples dark patches beneath the soaked white fabric. Her nipples were clearly stiff as bullets, thrusting provocatively against the thin cotton material. The singlet hugged her curvy form spectacularly, and with it now being wet, it looked even sexier. Elliott knew if his mother ever entered a wet t-shirt contest, with those perfect 34Es of hers, well, the other contestants might as well not even show up.