Chapter 70: Thick MILF Needs Help Choosing a Bikini

The image flashed instant—her in a tiny bikini at the beach, massive boobs barely contained, that fat ass turning every head, hips swaying as she walked the sand. My cock twitched under the table.

“Yeah, I could help you,” I said, grinning slow.

“Alex, help me select bikini too,” Brittany piped up quick, not wanting to be left behind, eyes eager.

“Baby, you should just wear a sundress at the beach,” Tiffany said smooth, fake concern in her voice, but I caught the edge—she wanted to be the only one looking sexy there.

“No, Mom,” Brittany shot back, chin up. “I want to wear a bikini—a two-piece. And I have a tiny one in mind.”

Tiffany’s eyes narrowed playful. “Alex, you tell her—she shouldn’t be showing her skin so much. There could be creeps looking at my daughter.”

Ironic as hell—she was planning to show everything herself.

“Why don’t we let Brittany decide what she’s going to wear, Tiffany?” I said calm. “She’s an adult now.”

Brittany beamed at me—eighteen, both holes already mine, she could rock whatever she wanted.

Tiffany sighed dramatic again, but smiled. “Okay, Alex… if you say so.” Then she turned to me, voice dropping low. “Shall we go decide what I’m gonna wear? By the way… what are you wearing?”

“I’d rather not wear anything,” I joked.

We all laughed—Tiffany’s a little too husky, eyes dark.

“Me too,” she murmured, looking straight at me, horny as hell.

“Yeah, let’s select yours first, Tiff,” I said, standing. “Then we can help Brittany choose the perfect one later.”

“Thanks, Alex,” Brittany said soft, eyes grateful.

We finished breakfast quick—plates cleared, small talk dying as the tension rose.

Tiffany stood, grabbing my hand. “Come on.”

She led me to her bedroom—Brittany staying behind to “clean up,” but shooting me a knowing look.

Inside, Tiffany shut the door soft, then went straight to her drawer—pulling out bikinis one by one, laying them on the bed.

String ones, triangle tops barely there, bottoms that were basically thongs.

She held one up—tiny black, sheer in places. “This one?”

I stepped close, hand on her hip. “Try it on. I’ll tell you.”

Her eyes lit up.

This “decision” was going to take a while.

And Brittany would get her turn later.

The trip hadn’t even started, and the games were already on.

“You close your eyes,” she said, playful but firm, holding the bikini against her chest.

I moved closer instead, grinning. “Come on, Tiff. Don’t tease me like that. What’s there to hide from me?”

She pushed me back gently, laughing, removing my hands from her waist. “No. You don’t get to come closer until we’re on the beach.”

“Do you think I can stay away that long?” I asked, voice low.

“It’s just tonight,” she teased, eyes sparkling. “Jeez, you can’t control yourself even that long?”

“Look at it,” I said, guiding her gaze down to my shorts—cock straining hard, pointing straight at her, eager to see her undress. “Do you think I can control this?”

“You’re so horny,” she murmured, biting her lip, “and the day just started.” Then she softened, playful smile turning wicked. “Okay… you can watch me change. But don’t touch. Promise?”

“Okay,” I said, not sure I could keep it.

She looked at me—lust heavy in her eyes—and started with the tight shirt. Slow, deliberate, peeling it up inch by inch, watching my reaction the whole time. Her massive boobs spilled free—heavy, perfect, nipples already hard and dark, begging for my mouth.

She crossed her arms quick, hiding them with a fake shy laugh. “What are you looking at? I told you—no touching until the beach.”

Her long blonde hair fell fully open, cascading down her back and shoulders as she tossed the shirt aside.

Then she started on the tight pajama pants—god, I wanted to rip them off myself, but I held back, just watching the show. She turned slightly, giving me the side profile, hooking her thumbs in the waistband and peeling them down slow.

The fabric clung to her thick hips and ass, struggling over the juicy curves—she had to wiggle a little, bending forward, making her tits hang and sway heavy as she tugged.

Fuck, that tight curve of her ass coming into view inch by inch—round, plump, perfect. She finally shimmied them off, kicking them aside with her foot.

She stood there fully naked now—tits hanging heavy and inviting, nipples hard and begging to be sucked dry, pussy already glistening a little between those thick thighs. No panties at all.

“Wow… no panties, huh?” I teased, voice rough, stepping closer. “You were waiting for someone?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine, picking up the tiny black bikini with a wicked smile. “I was.”

She held it up against her body—strings and sheer patches that would barely cover anything, the fabric so thin it was basically an invitation.

My cock throbbed hard, straining against my shorts.

“Try it on,” I said, closing the distance, voice rough.

She bit her lip, nodding slow, that teasing spark turning into pure heat.

Man, her body was criminal—curves built for sin, every inch screaming pure temptation. Those massive tits, wide hips, thick ass—everything about her was designed to drive a man insane. And with her husband off on some business trip, completely clueless miles away,

I was the one making sure his wife got every single need fulfilled, deep and thorough, the way she deserved.

Hell, even her daughter had already gotten the same treatment from me. I thanked god he stayed away—gave me all the time I needed to claim what was right in front of me.

We were inches apart, air thick with tension, her fingers lingering on the bikini strings, when—a knock on the bedroom door.

“Mom? Aren’t you done? You’re taking so long—I need Alex to choose my bikini!”

Tiffany froze mid-motion, bikini half-tied, irritation flashing across her face. “Gosh, this girl… so stubborn,” she muttered, pausing to secure the strings.

Another knock, louder. “Mom, I can’t hear you!”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, sighing dramatic. “Alex, go choose hers first. I’ll try some more—I’ll call you when I’m ready. She killed the mood perfectly.”

I smirked—Brittany was jealous as hell, cockblocking her own mom on purpose, wanting me alone.

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