Chapter 91

Riley, “So how did it go with your boyfriend?”

Flynn tried to play it cool, but a grin broke through, “Oh, not bad.”

“He liked the bikini, right?”

“Loved it!”

Flynn had decided on two shots — one captured Riley from behind, looking over her shoulder at the camera. At first glance, she looked naked, the strings barely visible.

The second one was a head-on shot, Riley smiling brilliantly in the sunlight, looking right at the camera. The eye was drawn immediately to the tiny triangle covering her pussy. Then the gaze shot up to the thin green band stretched across her breasts. Her erect nipples poked out prominently.

As they went through the dozens of pictures to decide which ones he would show Logan, she told him, “Flynn, choose ones where I’m looking directly at you.”

He thought about that for a moment, then nodded his understanding, “Yeah, that tells him I really was right there when you ... um, strutted your stuff.”

“Hey, you’re not quite as dim as everyone says.”

Flynn also included a short video clip of Riley, garden hose in hand, dousing the front of her body. But right before the water rendered her bikini almost transparent, he panned the camera up to frame just her face and shoulders.

Riley told him, ‘You have a future as a porn director.”

“You’d like to be a porn star, wouldn’t you? God.”

“Actually...”

The afternoon of the premiere, the boys had been naked when Flynn suddenly ‘remembered’ the bikini shots.

“Riley got a new swimsuit and she modeled it for me.”

“Let’s see!”

That evening, Flynn told his mother, “Riley, I had just jacked him off. Like maybe five minutes earlier.”

“A lot of cum?”

“Hmm, less than me.”

“You taste it?”

“Not yet. Anyway, he goes ape when he sees you. He didn’t beg me for ‘em, but I could tell how much he wanted them.”

Riley grinned, made a fist, and shot one finger up, “Boing?”

“Boing City — he was hard as a rock.”

“Tell me something, child.”

“What?”

“Do you have any compunction about whoring out your own mother so you can seduce Logan?”

“Asks the woman who dropped her towel.”

“That was just because you force me to debase myself for your own selfish ends.”

Flynn looked her up and down, pretending to evaluate her, “Hmm, I could make some good bank with that bod.”

Riley thought, “If only you knew, if only you knew.”

She smiled at her son, “Let’s flip the script on Logan.”

Flynn frowned, “What do you mean?”

She told him her next plan.

He looked at her in admiration, “You really are bad.”

“You don’t know the half.”