The Littlest Thing
Copyright© 2025 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
A long perusal, contemplative ... the dawning realization...
“No!”
“No?”
“I will not make you a tanning bikini.”
“Why not?” she grinned.
“You’re my mother.” That was said with a whine. Mom has been known to hit our pool late at night ... nude. I have needed a pee or a glass of water and seen her...
“I’ll bake you chocolate chip cookies.”
Unfair ... dirty trick even. Mom makes the softest, melt in your mouth, scrumpcihist chocolate chip cookies.
Bribery at its most blatant. So blatant I actually considered...
“How many?” I said.
I must digress ... my Mom is HOT! She does not sag, nor could she retain a toothpick. She is hotter than ‘Stacy’s Mom.’
All the guys at school say she is hot ... including the teachers.
I am 16.
She is 31 and she is PRIME. I have seen her hippie pictures.
At 14 she was the most beautiful girl ... EVER.