Chapter 7

We walked down the beach, hand in hand, away from the radio station’s stand, still hearing the music in the background, until we dropped our towels. Mum bent over dropped her shorts, revealing her sexy arse, and she looked so good you could see her outer labia on either side of the thin fabric running between her legs. Oh, wow, that looked so sexy. I wanted to plant my face into her arse and suck on those lips until I made her cum.

When Mum lay on her back, the flimsy fabric did nothing to hide her modesty, then split into two, after running between her pussy lips, and up her body, with the narrow material struggling to cover her nipples before it ran over her shoulders and disappeared into the crack of her arse.

Seeing her in this revealing bikini set my heart racing, and after seeing her from behind, it only increased my arousal. I wanted to play with her. No, I wanted to fuck her. Then, I recalled our time together on the photo shoot when we played around. She turned me down when I asked if we could do it again after getting home.

My nipples poked through my top as I dreamily thought about being with Mum, turning myself on with sexy thoughts. I felt for her hand, and she happily took hold of mine. Then I pulled my peaked cap down over my eyes, shading them, enjoying being with her as the warm sun heated our bodies.

People walked past all the time, and you could tell when it was guys with the comments they made or when some young teen girls got the giggles. I opened one eye to see them standing close, pointing first at Mum, then me, knowing I had pulled my bikini to make a camel toe, turning Mum and me into blatant exhibitionists.

A shadow crossed my face, and whoever it was didn’t move away and said, “Pami, babe, is that you?”

I propped up on my elbows, bending my knee as I did, looking at this voluptuous woman who looked to be mid-thirties and knew Mum.

Mum stayed lying on her back, shading her eyes from the sun and asked, “Roxanne, is that you?”

“Sure is Pami. I love that micro bikini you’re wearing. And is this your younger sister?” She said before turning her head and looking at me. “Oh my God. You’re the radio chick. I see you on all the posters and taxis around town. Pami, don’t tell me you’re this supermodel’s Mum.”

Roxanne had got between Mum and me, kneeling between us, running her hand up and down our upper thighs. Mmm, she’s gorgeous and knows my parents. How do they know each other?

“Roxy, this is my daughter, Caitlyn, and I said earlier that Arthur could turn her into a supermodel.”