I'd just gotten out of the pool and was was being flagged down my my mother who sat in the shade a few feet away. Katie our pools teen aged lifeguard shot me a smile, seeing my mom.

"Miss Corbitt - I think your mom's trying to tell you something-"

"She's always trying Katie, but thanks. We on for a swim later? "I asked as she winked back.

"Sure thing Miss corbitt. I think your mom's getting upset though. You'd better get over there."

Katie giggled a sympathetic shrug as I sighed, scurrying up to my mother's side as she now laid there, glaring through her plastic sun visor at me with her finely honed disapproving smile.

"Somebody's suits ridding up. You're embarrassing yourself."

"How sweet of you to reminding me." I scowled, reaching around to subtly pull the spandex back around my bottom cheeks, the upper ones crimson and "Honestly Jen, your almost thirty years old and I still have to-"

"Please don't start mother, not here, okay?" I cursed, wrapping my towel protectively around me as I plopped into a lounge chair next to her.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to snap." My mom suddenly spied a young woman across the pool, frowning. "Well, just look at the silly girl's pony tale. It's not even a real pony tale. Probably just one of the clip ons. Look, it's colored blue, like these kids do now days. Probably some silly disco fad. "

"Disco's thirty years old mother. Try grunge. "

"Oh as if you'd know. Your clock has way too many miles to be acting like you're the hippest thing on earth." She sighed.

"Hipper than you." I said without looking up.

"Don't be snippy dear. It didn't work when you were four and it's just as childish now. What could little girl like yourself possibly know about what's hip in today's world? Your only twenty nine for god's-"

"Twenty eight, thank you, and remember I'm the one that lives with a woman."

"(groooown) Please - don't remind me. So what's being a 'lesbian' got to do with being 'hip'? What do you have secret 'hip' lesbian sex parties or something. "

"Possibly." I flounced, desperate to piss her off further. Her condescending smile made my ears go back.

"Don't be silly dear. You and Alex are... well, no offense, but your hardly a wild couple anymore."

"Jesus - how would YOU Know mom? Boy you take the cake! Your totally clue less about people's personal secrets. Like, take that girl over there, the one with the streaked pony tale? "

"Yes?" My mother asked enjoying my panic.

"Well, You know nothing about her. She could be into all sorts of kinky stuff. Anyone siting around this pool could be." I said glaring at her.

"Yes, well maybe they all all fruits cakes. Who knows, or cares. I'm just saying your embarrsing yourself be pretending to be some fort of expert, that'a all." Mother replied, with a tiny hint of Ice.

"Well, first of all, I'm not some sort of sexual expert, no. But you'll have to trust me mother. You have no Idea of what people do. Don't get me started! There's some kinky people that... well... I 'd better not even get into it. You couldn't handle it - believe me."

"Don't be shy around 'me' honey. You can't shock me, I was wiping your nose-"

"God I'm soooooo sick of that story!!! Okay, if you MUST know, but remember. You started this... Mother, there are actually certain weird people..." I said drawing it out dramaticly as she peered at me carefully.

"... who actually like... being tied up." I said proudly, feeling weird to be saying this to my own mom.

"That's is? Oh, Honey - I've read all about that. That's what you meant? Strike one." Mom giggled proudly.

"huh? Uh... where'd you read about-?" I said, mouth catching flies.

"Readers digest. Cautionary tales of addictions to porno on the net. Some sad people also become sex addicts over this silly M & M stuff I suppose. All very ho hum if you ask me. "

"That's 'S & M' mother, and I'm talking about something weirder. Even more perverted." I intoned, givng her my best dramatic and ominous look.

"Mom, there are certain men and woman who... like to dress up as..." I leaned closer dropping my voice a bit.

"... as ponies." I smiled smugly.

Mother paused.

She waited a beat, then staring at me blankly.

I savored her stunned silence in victory as my poor silly mommy sat there totally dumbfounded by her daughter's little bombshell. Guess your little girl's not so ho hum after all, is she mommie, huh??? Huh????I grinned to myself.

I'd normally feel kinda weird talking sex with my own mother on a Saturday afternoon at the pool, but somebody needed to knock her off her high horse, <ouch> so to speak. Finally she manages a reply.

"You mean... like in a horsey suit, as in a costume? " She asked with a straight face.

"What? No, not a horsey suit!!!! Jesus mom, how would wearing a friggin' horsey suit be sexy? That's just... stupid! "

"Well, the whole thing sounds stupid to me. But that's what I thought of. You know what I mean? Like in the circus with two guys in a fake horsey suit. That sort of-"

"Yeah, yeah, I KNOW, but nothing like that! Okay? This is serious stuff." I said totally exasperated.

"Well, excuse me Little Mrs. Expert. So how Do these mysterious Ponygirls dress, if I may ask?" My mother managed, barely hiding her mirth.

I was determinded to wipe that ammused little smirk off her face.

"LOOK- these woman are mostly nude - okay? They wear some high heels and maybe even something that makes her feet look like little horses hoofs. The woman might be pulling a cart another person's riding in or even be wearing a bridal or bit, like a horsey..."

"A bridal? In their mothes? Your kidding."

I'm not. seen pictures on the internet."

"Jennifer - what kind of sites are you - "

Let's do that one another day, okay mom? The point is, The ponygirl's butt is shoved up by the heels, her back arched, boobies thrust proudly up into the air to degrad her into a mockery of a human pony - all to make a very sensual and humiliating experince for the girl dressed as one. "

"That's horrible. Who in the world would find such a thing... sexy?"

"All sorts mother. All sorts."

"My word. I can't imagine how something like that would give somebody their jollies. I mean, what kind of a sick man would force these poor and wives to assuming the role of an poor dumb animal? "

"Some women enjoy it mother."

"Nope. I refuse don't believe that."

"Oh, this from someone who went through the sixties no less? What happened to the all the acid you dropped, mother dear?"