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I hope you folks enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think! <3",
"writing": "It's an evening like most others here at home, and I'm hunkered down in my messy room, busy doing some cute doodles on my tablet for my friends. I was thinking of hanging out with them tomorrow for my birthday, but I think mom is gonna want to do something with me... And she's my priority. Er, no offense to my friends, of course.\n\nI know mom really well by now. She's not gonna want to do this big spectacle of a birthday party for me, or even a party at all, even if that's what she prefers for her own birthday. She'll just get me a tasty chocolate cake, queue up some of my favorite cheesy action movies, and maybe, ahem, take me to her room for a while.\n\nAt least, I [i]thought[/i] that was the plan. It's not until I hear her waltz into my room that I realize she has something a teensy bit different in mind.\n\n\"Roooosaaaa~!\" She calls to me, loud enough so I can hear her through my headphones. \"Whatcha playing, little wolfie? Are ya winning?\"\n\n\"Mom, I'm [i]drawing[/i]...\" I let her know, turning my head around to let out a hint of an amused chuckle. Once I see what she's got for me, though, I can't help but make that chuckle a little noisier. \"Haha, u-um... My birthday's, tomorrow, you know... But thank you.\"\n\nShe's got a small white box with a cute, expertly-tied pink ribbon... It's an early birthday present. Well, early by just a few hours, but still. \"I couldn't wait, dear,\" mom says to me, her large fluffy tail wagging excitedly behind her, as she offers the present to me with that kind, loving, disarming smile she's always giving me. \"Happy birthday, my dear Rosa. Thirteen already... You've gotten so big. Mama's proud of ya.\"\n\nI don't feel like sobbing my eyes out from all the sweet gestures like I always do, so I hurry on out of my chair and take the present right away, giving her a warm side-hug while I'm at it. \"Thanks, mom. I... I love you. A Lot.\"\n\nThat's the understatement of the century. We really, genuinely, love -- and I mean LOVE -- each other. We've hugged and cuddled and kissed and explored each other's bodies about as thoroughly as if we were married. Gosh, that would be the dream scenario for me. Where could we even do something like that? Mom's got her supportive friends and connections and all that, but--\n\n\"Well?\" She coyly asks me. \"Aren't ya gonna open your present? I picked it out just for you, you know. Haha, I just hope I got the right size... You're a growing gal, after all! And I'm not just talkin' about height--\"\n\n\"Mooooom...\" Oh, here we go again, with the silly comments about my thighs and my boobs. ...Not that either of us dislike those things getting bigger. If I could be as soft and curvy and just totally gorgeous as mom, I'd be earning a LOT of money online... \"Okay, let's see what you got me...\"\n\nAs I hold the box in my hands and shake it a little, I start to notice a few things. First, it's not terribly big and it's pretty lightweight, so it's probably just clothes, like one of those wacky shirts she always gets me or some random girly socks she happened to see while scrolling through her timeline on whatever weird site she's at. Second, she's not giving me any funny looks or blushing, so it's not anything naughty like a small vibrator or penetrable; she kinda... insists on helping me relieve myself when I can't find my usual toys. ...Which is usually fine with me.\n\nSo what is it?\n\nOnly one way to find out. I untie the ribbon carefully, and open the box, and the first thing I see inside it is...\n\nA... A bikini top. And the bottom right under it, too, both adorned with a soft pink color and a very girly, flowery pattern. As far as birthday presents from mom go, this is nowhere near as naughty as, say, the wand she got me for the holidays, but it's still up there. For a few dumbfounded seconds, all I can do is hold the top with my hands and just, admire it for a bit, before I press it against my chest to see if it'll fit...\n\n\"It'll fit perfectly,\" mom assures me with a hearty thumbs-up. \"I went and got it from folks who make 'em just for girls like you!\" I assume she's talking about my cute little hen -- her words, not mine. She can't stop calling it that. \"So, you know, don't go worrying about the size or whatever, just wear it proudly, sweetheart. If I can pull off that look, so can you!\" Honestly... mom can pull off any look.\n\n\"Th... Thanks, mom,\" I tell her, hesitating not because I don't like it (I kinda love it, honestly) but because it's... a little too revealing. It's not gonna leave much to the imagination, even on someone as small as me. 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I noticed she was ogling me a lot, and when I got close and saw how embarrassed she was getting I held her tight and started--\"\n\n\"Oooookay you can tell me about it another time!\" As much as I like hearing mom go on about her stories, the thought of her making out with Ms. Turner is a little too lewd for the moment.\n\n\"Aww, you don't wanna hear the rest?\" Mom pouts, then giggles as she remembers a little more about her. \"She was VERY polite, it was so cute~!\"\n\n\"Y-Yeah, maybe you can tell me the details some other time... And thank you for the bikini, mom,\" I tell her, admiring its well-made seams and how soft to the touch it feels. \"I guess... I could try it next time we go to the pool... If you go with me, I'll feel a lot comfier.\"\n\nMom nods, then puts a hand on my shoulder with a grin. \"How about tomorrow~?\" Those three words are enough to send all kinds of thoughts racing through my gay little brain. \"I have one just like yours, actually, so we could wear matching bikinis!! How's that sound, sweetie?\"\n\nM-Mom in a small bikini... Swimming and sunbathing and having well-timed wardrobe malfunctions wearing something like THIS? It might make it all worth it. Suddenly, I don't even mind that I'd be showing way, wayyyy more of my body than I'm used to. If I get to do all that with mom, and have her around to keep me comfortable... Then I'll be happy.\n\n\"Sounds... Great, sounds great actually. I, yeah, I'm up for it, mom.\" I tell her, with all the grace of a potato rolling down the stairs. Brushing some hair out of my face, I make sure to give her a nice smile, so she knows I'm not being sarcastic or anything like that. She gets me, as usual.\n\n\"Awww, I'm so glad, honey...\" She coos, bringing me in close for a big warm hug, her round belly pressing up against my snout. \"We'll have lots of fun, it's your birthday after all! And we'll still have some nice, relaxing cooldown time when we get home, don't worry... I know how overwhelming it can be when you're outside all day.\"\n\nI hug back, closing my eyes, feeling nothing but her soft, fluffy, light-gray fur brushing against my face. Both our tails wag, and I feel her taking my hand and holding it tenderly.\n\n\"Mmm... Thank you, mom.\"\n\n[center]- - -[/center]\n\nI slept like a log that night, and by the time I woke up it was already time to get ready for that trip to the pool. Thankfully, mom had already prepared that pink, girly bikini she got me -- and a change of clothes, in case I changed my mind about wearing it. She's so... Doting? Considerate? It's hard to find the one word that fits her the most.\n\nGentle, maybe. Even with how chaotic and laid-back she can be... She still goes out of her way to take care of me so thoroughly, like I've been a baby this whole time. And now that we're, like, A Thing... She's pampering me even more.\n\n\"All good, honey?\" She asks once I'm outside, and I see her waiting in the car while I bring my bag along and tuck it in the back seats. She brought a bag of her own; she seems to have somehow packed twice as many things in a bag half the size. Mom powers are scary.\n\n\"Yeah, that's everything,\" I tell her, sitting down and pulling out my phone to check what my friends are up to. \"Let's roll.\"\n\n\"Let's roll!!\" She yells out as she drives out into the street and all the scenery passes us by... Though we don't say much, we're both so pumped about this pool visit that we barely notice the time go by.\n\nEvery now and then, we both happen to look through the rear-view mirror, and see each other show a little smile. It could mean \"I'm happy I'm spending today with you.\" ...It could also mean \"I'm happy I get to see you in a skimpy bikini and be very gay about it in public.\"\n\n[center]- - -[/center]\n\nBy the time we arrived at the pool and headed straight to the changing rooms, it started to dawn on me just what, exactly, I've gotten myself into. And once I pull out my skimpy little bikini from my bag and get a good, long look at it... Yeah, it really sinks in. I'm wearing this in front of everyone at the pool? And in front of mom? AND she's gonna be wearing these flimsy little pieces of cloth too?!\n\nOh well... This ain't how I expected to spend my birthday, but I wouldn't exactly say it feels bad to be doing these sorts of things with her... I can leave the self-doubt at home for now. I'm just gonna not think about it too much and do it.\n\nWithout another stray thought, I start taking my clothes off and stuffing them loosely in my bag... Until I'm butt-naked. I might as well step out like this, it'd barely make a difference in terms of exposure. But no, I gotta... I wanna do what I came here to do.\n\nI carefully put on my bikini top, tying it firmly behind my back and adjusting it so nothing indecent is showing. Aside from my boobs, I guess, which have grown to a pretty nice size, but nowhere near as plump as mom's. How'd [i]she[/i] get 'em that big? And why... Oh gosh... Why does this fit so perfectly?! Not tight at all, yet I don't feel like it's gonna fall off the moment a light breeze hits it. It covers everything it needs to cover, too, like... almost exactly to the edges of my areolas, and these things aren't small. It's so... So tiny, but nothing's at risk of slipping. Mom powers... are truly scary.\n\n...Okay, but there's no way the [i]bottom[/i] is gonna go as smoothly as the top, right? I mean, I'm already on the smaller side (something both of us are very happy to comment on all the time), but a bulge is a bulge. Certain things are hard to account for! Anyway, I take the bikini bottom too, wrap it nice and snug around my crotch and tie it up on the side, and sure enough...\n\nPerfect fit. Wait, what?! It covers everything! Well, most things; it's gonna be hard to not show a lot of my butt with this thing on, which I notice as soon as I ogle myself in the mirror and shake it a little. Even my fluffy tail won't hide much back there. But still! How does she do it?! There's no way she's got that good of an eye. D-Did she take my measurements when I was sleeping or something?\n\nI just... sigh and keep on staring at myself in the mirror. Unfortunately, I look gorgeous. No excuses now. I gotta step out and face the world with about a quarter of what I'd normally consider decent swimwear. Welp... you asked for it, mom.\n\nI take my bag, pump myself up -- Come on, Rosa, you've done way scarier stuff than this -- and with the warm afternoon sun shining right above me between the billowing clouds, I...\n\nI cover myself up with a towel and tiptoe out of my changing room. Then I take it off for only half a second before hopping feet-first into the deep end of the pool, leaving little bubbles frothing on the surface.\n\nLuckily, very few people are on this side of the pool right now. It's all just, other families, playing around with their kids on the shallow side, teaching them how to swim, splashing a lot and throwing toys and floaties all over... From where I'm at, though, floating halfway between the surface and the pool's floor... There's no one else but me. If I could hold my breath long enough, I'd stay here all day. Just me, and the calmness of the water... And mom can join in too, of course. Speaking of--\n\n\"Mbloop~...\" is the little noise I barely hear before I feel a group of bubbles brushing against my crotch. The surprise of it almost makes me yelp underwater, which is probably not a smart idea. By the time I try to look down and see who that was, though, I feel something much less subtle: a playful squeeze at my waist, aimed right at my weak spot with the most precise aim. I don't even have to look; I already know who this is. Yet, instead of giving in to my more ticklish side down here, I do the smart thing for once and quickly kick my way up to resurface. And, sure enough...\n\n\"Moooooom!!\" I call out to her, sounding annoyed but not genuinely so. \"D-Don't squeeze me like that when I'm going under, gosh...\"\n\n\"Aw, was that too much, dear? So-rry!\" She replies in a singy-songy tone, brushing wet fur out of her face as she barely contains her giggles, looking at me like a little girl who's trying to avoid being punished for digging her paws through the cookie jar.\n\nThough that's not the only kind of look she gives me. Once she climbs out of the pool and sits on the edge, she notices I'm wearing her birthday present, and beckons me to sit right next to her. With her help, I hop out of the pool too, catching my breath, and she gets an up-close, very thorough look at my wet bikini... As soon as she admires the whole thing from top to bottom -- and the daughter who happens to be wearing it -- she presses her hands against her cheeks and coos at me like I just tied my own shoelaces for the first time.\n\n\"AWWWH~\" Is all she says before she presses my cheeks with her hands as well, and rubs them gently. \"Lookit my little girl, all grown up and sexy like this~!! Pardon my french, but you look so, fuckin', PRETTY, sweetheart! My, my!\" To say that I'm overwhelmed would be putting it lightly... A fiery blush covers my whole face, and though I don't wanna seem too obviously excited about being pampered like this, my tail is wagging so hard it feels like it's gonna make wind gusts stronger than a hurricane. All I can do for now is just... Enjoy the fuzzy feelings while they last.\n\n\"Th... Thanks, mom.\" I whisper, just barely able to contain feelings old and new. Embarrassment, comfort, and joy all happening at once. And to top it all off, she's not even close to being done with me.\n\n\"Ohh hoho, darling...\" Mom's voice seems to get a bit of a lower tone to it, still happy, but almost growling. She, um, licks her lips for a moment... \"I could just eat, you, up~!\" Without warning, she grips my shoulders and brings me in even closer, then takes a light, playful bite or two on my neck and shoulder. That... Makes me melt. Easily.\n\n\"Ah, gosh, mom, h-h-haha...\" I can't expect anything coherent to come out of my mouth right now. Just my goofy little laugh that I can't control and some very pointless attempts to wiggle out of her tight hug. Though I do try a little, I don't want her to stop. Even after she wrestles me to the ground and gives me a few more little bites on my shoulders, and one on a thigh for good measure, I'm... I'm happy to let her do whatever she wants.\n\nAnd apparently, that's very easy to tell. \"Oh my, hahaha, I think I went a little too hard on ya, dear,\" I hear mom say, before I realize I'm, like, really, [i]really[/i] hard, almost poking a hole through the small cloth that technically counts as a bikini bottom. Er... At least it didn't slip out. \"See, this is why I went out of my way to find you a good one! Your hen is right where it should be!\" I know I shouldn't be getting this worked up in public, but... I can't help it. She's an expert at getting me in the mood by now. All I can do is cross my legs as I feel my girldick throb and pretend nothing [i]too[/i] naughty's happening here.\n\nThat's easier said than done, especially when mom scoots back onto the pool's edge to soak her paws. When I see her like this, dripping-wet and wearing the same swimsuit as me... Something washes over me.\n\nI see how little it covers, even less than mine thanks to her curvy figure, and how proudly she flaunts it by comparison, eagerly waving hi at some of the other parents passing by that she happens to know. I see how she goes out of her way to adjust it right in front of me, and jiggles her boobs and her belly a bit as she shuffles it back in place. I... I see the warm smile she's always giving me when she can tell I need it most. The one she gives me no matter how she's feeling, just to make sure I can always feel safe around her.\n\n\"I'm glad you came along today, honey,\" she quietly says to me, petting my hair. \"I know how hard it can be sometimes... You're a growing girl, after all.\" I hold her closely, and she plants a kiss on my forehead. \"You're [i]my[/i] growing girl. I love you.\"\n\n\"Love you too, mom...\" I just go for it. I give her a soft kiss on the lips, the kind she always loves giving me discreetly when we're out and about. For this one time, we don't bother hiding it, and sure, it lasts all of two seconds, but the tingles last way, way longer than that.\n\nMom just chuckles a little as soon as I pull away from the kiss. \"Dear... You're such a softie when you get in the mood. It's cute.\" Before I can stammer a response out, though, she leans forward and slides back into the pool, displacing a lot of water around her before resurfacing right away. The moment I see her making that \"come here\" gesture she always gives me at home... I know exactly what she's got planned for me. And I'm happy to play along.\n\nI hop back into the pool too, and tread water right next to her. It only takes a few seconds for her to take charge, as she takes my arms and wraps me in a tight hug before laying on some teasing kisses on my cheeks and neck. \"Mmmnh...\" A cute noise escapes my mouth on accident, but I don't think mom minds at all; in fact, it only seems to make those kisses last longer, and I feel one of her hands sliding down and sneaking under my swimwear, giving my butt a firm squeeze.\n\n\"Having fun?\" She asks me, like she already doesn't know the answer; only one of us is making weird noises and shuddering a little. What she asks next takes me a little by surprise. \"Honey... Can you hold your breath for a bit? Tap my shoulder when you're ready.\" I just gulp, and get in some nice deep breaths before holding one in. Then, I do as she says, and I feel her holding onto me a little stronger before we both sink under the surface.\n\nIt's a lot more peaceful down here; all I can hear is the low hum of the water around us. More importantly, we have a bit more privacy, which is probably what mom has in mind as she fondles me a bit less subtly. It's odd... Even though what we're doing is pretty naughty, it doesn't really feel that way at the moment. It feels... Right. There's a really different mood going on, surrounded by water and a bunch of people yet having this little corner where we can bring out our feelings more and enjoy each other. Once I feel her hands wandering elsewhere to hold mine, I know what she's got in mind.\n\nWe lock lips again, tickled a little by the bubbles we release but otherwise totally unbothered. I feel her warmth being shared with me, and she frees a hand for a bit just to brush my hair out of the way and cradle my cheek. We try to make this kiss last for about as long as our breath-holds can handle, lasting almost a minute floating together like this before needing to resurface. When we do, the families around us don't even notice anything unusual.\n\n\"If anyone asks,\" mom tells me in a hushed tone, \"I'm just giving you CPR, haha...\" Very funny. Not long after, we're holding our breaths again and sinking back under the water, and we just... Do this a lot, over and over, almost making a game out of seeing how long we can last and how much we can get away with when no one's looking.\n\nIf someone were to peek under the surface and just look in our general direction, they'd see a mother and her daughter holding each other super close and kissing a lot, just barely short of making out, and they'd probably start thinking stuff like \"Whoa... Good for them, I guess.\" They'd also notice a certain piece of cloth getting loose without me noticing for like a minute, and floating onto the surface while I just swim around like nothing's wrong.\n\nIt's only after I pull myself out of the water for a moment -- and feel a bit of a breeze around my chest -- that I realize what just happened. \"EEP!\" I squeak out a startled noise and cover myself, trying not to make a spectacle out of myself... But that's easier said than done when I see a certain someone waving my bikini top around like a captured flag.\n\n\"Honey, you dropped this!\" She teases me out loud, and though no one seems too interested in paying attention, it's still REALLY embarrassing. Instead of getting even more startled I just... sigh. This woman... Knows exactly how to push my buttons.\n\n\"M-Mom, come oooon...\" I call out to her, already swimming to her side again, as she playfully refuses to hand me the top. A lot of fruitless splashing (from my side) and giggling (mostly from her side) ensues. I'm not exactly a wimp, either; she just happens to be really big and deceptively strong, a hard combo to deal with then trying to get something off her hands. \"Gosh... h-heh...\"\n\nShe shows mercy before any of this can feel uncomfortable, handing me that top back and even helping me put it back on, as she ties the string behind my back with her usual expertise. Mom knows when a joke has gone too far, and she's very good at never actually crossing that line, I feel. Just like that, the mood shifts again, going from a silly, typical mother/daughter interaction to something that only we have gotten used to: a really complicated intimacy.\n\nI just stay hugging her for a while, and she treads water for the two of us with barely any effort. Her paws stay in sight and avoid any naughty spots for now, just playing with and ruffling my fur while I feel myself starting to relax. When she shows that smile at me... I just melt, and rest my head on her shoulder, letting out a pleased sigh.\n\n\"Happy birthday, little wolfie,\" she whispers to me.\n\nI chuckle a little. \"Mom... You've said that like ten times today.\"\n\n\"Well, I could say it ten more if you want,\" she jokes. Then again, she might be more serious than I suspect.\n\n\"...I wouldn't mind.\" As I feel her take my hand and kiss it, I feel myself blushing hard... And I go for it again, giving her a kiss on the lips, but this time it lasts way longer, and I only pull away to catch my breath before giving her a few more for good measure. We don't even care if anyone sees us now. I just want to show her how much I love her...\n\nAnd I'm happy she's eager to show that to me too. \"You know... Just wondering...\" She asks me, sounding a bit solemn all of sudden.\n\n\"What is it, mom?\" I ask softly.\n\n\"Honey... If I were to... Take your bikini [i]bottom[/i] off, would you be upset?\" Ah. I see how it is.\n\nI just rub her waist softly. \"Mmm... Probably not,\" I tell her.\n\nShe cracks an amused smirk. \"Good, 'cause I did like a minute ago!\"\n\n\"Wh--\" Sure enough, when I slide a hand down there to check, there's nothing covering my bits, and something in mom's hand that she once again refuses to give back. \"MOOOOM!!\" And this time, she cackles wildly as she tries hard to keep it out of my reach. I'd be just completely overwhelmed and flustered if I wasn't so, like... smitten, I guess, by the sound of her laughing hard. We're just having fun, is all.\n\n\"You can have it back if you gimme another kiss,\" she teases me, puckering her lips and extending her arms for a hug.\n\n\"Pfff... You asked for it.\" She knows I can't say no to that, and I don't even think about it for a fraction of a second, lunging towards her and giving her kisses all over her face -- and on the lips, too, obviously, while she puts my bottom piece back on. By the time we've cooled off a bit and started swimming and diving again, holding each other tight, anyone who looks at us would just see a loving, romantic couple out in the open. And to be fair... We totally are. I never, ever wanna miss a chance to show her how, despite how she can be a bit of a handful sometimes... We love each other so, so much.\n\nAnd, both under the surface and above it, our kisses only keep getting longer. And happier.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "It's an evening like most others here at home, and I'm hunkered down in my messy room, busy doing some cute doodles on my tablet for my friends. I was thinking of hanging out with them tomorrow for my birthday, but I think mom is gonna want to do something with me... And she's my priority. Er, no offense to my friends, of course.
I know mom really well by now. She's not gonna want to do this big spectacle of a birthday party for me, or even a party at all, even if that's what she prefers for her own birthday. She'll just get me a tasty chocolate cake, queue up some of my favorite cheesy action movies, and maybe, ahem, take me to her room for a while.
At least, I thought that was the plan. It's not until I hear her waltz into my room that I realize she has something a teensy bit different in mind.
"Roooosaaaa~!" She calls to me, loud enough so I can hear her through my headphones. "Whatcha playing, little wolfie? Are ya winning?"
"Mom, I'm drawing..." I let her know, turning my head around to let out a hint of an amused chuckle. Once I see what she's got for me, though, I can't help but make that chuckle a little noisier. "Haha, u-um... My birthday's, tomorrow, you know... But thank you."
She's got a small white box with a cute, expertly-tied pink ribbon... It's an early birthday present. Well, early by just a few hours, but still. "I couldn't wait, dear," mom says to me, her large fluffy tail wagging excitedly behind her, as she offers the present to me with that kind, loving, disarming smile she's always giving me. "Happy birthday, my dear Rosa. Thirteen already... You've gotten so big. Mama's proud of ya."
I don't feel like sobbing my eyes out from all the sweet gestures like I always do, so I hurry on out of my chair and take the present right away, giving her a warm side-hug while I'm at it. "Thanks, mom. I... I love you. A Lot."
That's the understatement of the century. We really, genuinely, love -- and I mean LOVE -- each other. We've hugged and cuddled and kissed and explored each other's bodies about as thoroughly as if we were married. Gosh, that would be the dream scenario for me. Where could we even do something like that? Mom's got her supportive friends and connections and all that, but--
"Well?" She coyly asks me. "Aren't ya gonna open your present? I picked it out just for you, you know. Haha, I just hope I got the right size... You're a growing gal, after all! And I'm not just talkin' about height--"
"Mooooom..." Oh, here we go again, with the silly comments about my thighs and my boobs. ...Not that either of us dislike those things getting bigger. If I could be as soft and curvy and just totally gorgeous as mom, I'd be earning a LOT of money online... "Okay, let's see what you got me..."
As I hold the box in my hands and shake it a little, I start to notice a few things. First, it's not terribly big and it's pretty lightweight, so it's probably just clothes, like one of those wacky shirts she always gets me or some random girly socks she happened to see while scrolling through her timeline on whatever weird site she's at. Second, she's not giving me any funny looks or blushing, so it's not anything naughty like a small vibrator or penetrable; she kinda... insists on helping me relieve myself when I can't find my usual toys. ...Which is usually fine with me.
So what is it?
Only one way to find out. I untie the ribbon carefully, and open the box, and the first thing I see inside it is...
A... A bikini top. And the bottom right under it, too, both adorned with a soft pink color and a very girly, flowery pattern. As far as birthday presents from mom go, this is nowhere near as naughty as, say, the wand she got me for the holidays, but it's still up there. For a few dumbfounded seconds, all I can do is hold the top with my hands and just, admire it for a bit, before I press it against my chest to see if it'll fit...
"It'll fit perfectly," mom assures me with a hearty thumbs-up. "I went and got it from folks who make 'em just for girls like you!" I assume she's talking about my cute little hen -- her words, not mine. She can't stop calling it that. "So, you know, don't go worrying about the size or whatever, just wear it proudly, sweetheart. If I can pull off that look, so can you!" Honestly... mom can pull off any look.
"Th... Thanks, mom," I tell her, hesitating not because I don't like it (I kinda love it, honestly) but because it's... a little too revealing. It's not gonna leave much to the imagination, even on someone as small as me. Something else comes to mind, too. "Hmm, actually, mom... When was the last time we went to, like... the beach? Or a pool?" I also consider asking if we could go on, like, a tuesday morning, when no one's around.
"Oh my, it must've been what, a year ago? Two years, maybe?" She wonders. "And that was just me on my own, haha. You wanted to stay home and watch your funny little cartoons, remember that?" Hey, don't disrespect The Doctor Catgirl Show like that. "Meanwhile, I was... Actually, I shouldn't be saying what I was doing all willy-nilly, heehee."
"...Mom, I've cum in your mouth more times than I can count," I kindly assure her. "Whatever you say won't surprise me. It's cool. Go for it."
"Aha, in that case, well..." She seems bashful, almost, in a way I only ever see whenever she's really pent up. "Haha, let's just say I ran into one of your old teachers when I went to the pool. It was Ms. Turner, the mouse lady. I noticed she was ogling me a lot, and when I got close and saw how embarrassed she was getting I held her tight and started--"
"Oooookay you can tell me about it another time!" As much as I like hearing mom go on about her stories, the thought of her making out with Ms. Turner is a little too lewd for the moment.
"Aww, you don't wanna hear the rest?" Mom pouts, then giggles as she remembers a little more about her. "She was VERY polite, it was so cute~!"
"Y-Yeah, maybe you can tell me the details some other time... And thank you for the bikini, mom," I tell her, admiring its well-made seams and how soft to the touch it feels. "I guess... I could try it next time we go to the pool... If you go with me, I'll feel a lot comfier."
Mom nods, then puts a hand on my shoulder with a grin. "How about tomorrow~?" Those three words are enough to send all kinds of thoughts racing through my gay little brain. "I have one just like yours, actually, so we could wear matching bikinis!! How's that sound, sweetie?"
M-Mom in a small bikini... Swimming and sunbathing and having well-timed wardrobe malfunctions wearing something like THIS? It might make it all worth it. Suddenly, I don't even mind that I'd be showing way, wayyyy more of my body than I'm used to. If I get to do all that with mom, and have her around to keep me comfortable... Then I'll be happy.
"Sounds... Great, sounds great actually. I, yeah, I'm up for it, mom." I tell her, with all the grace of a potato rolling down the stairs. Brushing some hair out of my face, I make sure to give her a nice smile, so she knows I'm not being sarcastic or anything like that. She gets me, as usual.
"Awww, I'm so glad, honey..." She coos, bringing me in close for a big warm hug, her round belly pressing up against my snout. "We'll have lots of fun, it's your birthday after all! And we'll still have some nice, relaxing cooldown time when we get home, don't worry... I know how overwhelming it can be when you're outside all day."
I hug back, closing my eyes, feeling nothing but her soft, fluffy, light-gray fur brushing against my face. Both our tails wag, and I feel her taking my hand and holding it tenderly.
"Mmm... Thank you, mom."
- - -
I slept like a log that night, and by the time I woke up it was already time to get ready for that trip to the pool. Thankfully, mom had already prepared that pink, girly bikini she got me -- and a change of clothes, in case I changed my mind about wearing it. She's so... Doting? Considerate? It's hard to find the one word that fits her the most.
Gentle, maybe. Even with how chaotic and laid-back she can be... She still goes out of her way to take care of me so thoroughly, like I've been a baby this whole time. And now that we're, like, A Thing... She's pampering me even more.
"All good, honey?" She asks once I'm outside, and I see her waiting in the car while I bring my bag along and tuck it in the back seats. She brought a bag of her own; she seems to have somehow packed twice as many things in a bag half the size. Mom powers are scary.
"Yeah, that's everything," I tell her, sitting down and pulling out my phone to check what my friends are up to. "Let's roll."
"Let's roll!!" She yells out as she drives out into the street and all the scenery passes us by... Though we don't say much, we're both so pumped about this pool visit that we barely notice the time go by.
Every now and then, we both happen to look through the rear-view mirror, and see each other show a little smile. It could mean "I'm happy I'm spending today with you." ...It could also mean "I'm happy I get to see you in a skimpy bikini and be very gay about it in public."
- - -
By the time we arrived at the pool and headed straight to the changing rooms, it started to dawn on me just what, exactly, I've gotten myself into. And once I pull out my skimpy little bikini from my bag and get a good, long look at it... Yeah, it really sinks in. I'm wearing this in front of everyone at the pool? And in front of mom? AND she's gonna be wearing these flimsy little pieces of cloth too?!
Oh well... This ain't how I expected to spend my birthday, but I wouldn't exactly say it feels bad to be doing these sorts of things with her... I can leave the self-doubt at home for now. I'm just gonna not think about it too much and do it.
Without another stray thought, I start taking my clothes off and stuffing them loosely in my bag... Until I'm butt-naked. I might as well step out like this, it'd barely make a difference in terms of exposure. But no, I gotta... I wanna do what I came here to do.
I carefully put on my bikini top, tying it firmly behind my back and adjusting it so nothing indecent is showing. Aside from my boobs, I guess, which have grown to a pretty nice size, but nowhere near as plump as mom's. How'd she get 'em that big? And why... Oh gosh... Why does this fit so perfectly?! Not tight at all, yet I don't feel like it's gonna fall off the moment a light breeze hits it. It covers everything it needs to cover, too, like... almost exactly to the edges of my areolas, and these things aren't small. It's so... So tiny, but nothing's at risk of slipping. Mom powers... are truly scary.
...Okay, but there's no way the bottom is gonna go as smoothly as the top, right? I mean, I'm already on the smaller side (something both of us are very happy to comment on all the time), but a bulge is a bulge. Certain things are hard to account for! Anyway, I take the bikini bottom too, wrap it nice and snug around my crotch and tie it up on the side, and sure enough...
Perfect fit. Wait, what?! It covers everything! Well, most things; it's gonna be hard to not show a lot of my butt with this thing on, which I notice as soon as I ogle myself in the mirror and shake it a little. Even my fluffy tail won't hide much back there. But still! How does she do it?! There's no way she's got that good of an eye. D-Did she take my measurements when I was sleeping or something?
I just... sigh and keep on staring at myself in the mirror. Unfortunately, I look gorgeous. No excuses now. I gotta step out and face the world with about a quarter of what I'd normally consider decent swimwear. Welp... you asked for it, mom.
I take my bag, pump myself up -- Come on, Rosa, you've done way scarier stuff than this -- and with the warm afternoon sun shining right above me between the billowing clouds, I...
I cover myself up with a towel and tiptoe out of my changing room. Then I take it off for only half a second before hopping feet-first into the deep end of the pool, leaving little bubbles frothing on the surface.
Luckily, very few people are on this side of the pool right now. It's all just, other families, playing around with their kids on the shallow side, teaching them how to swim, splashing a lot and throwing toys and floaties all over... From where I'm at, though, floating halfway between the surface and the pool's floor... There's no one else but me. If I could hold my breath long enough, I'd stay here all day. Just me, and the calmness of the water... And mom can join in too, of course. Speaking of--
"Mbloop~..." is the little noise I barely hear before I feel a group of bubbles brushing against my crotch. The surprise of it almost makes me yelp underwater, which is probably not a smart idea. By the time I try to look down and see who that was, though, I feel something much less subtle: a playful squeeze at my waist, aimed right at my weak spot with the most precise aim. I don't even have to look; I already know who this is. Yet, instead of giving in to my more ticklish side down here, I do the smart thing for once and quickly kick my way up to resurface. And, sure enough...
"Moooooom!!" I call out to her, sounding annoyed but not genuinely so. "D-Don't squeeze me like that when I'm going under, gosh..."
"Aw, was that too much, dear? So-rry!" She replies in a singy-songy tone, brushing wet fur out of her face as she barely contains her giggles, looking at me like a little girl who's trying to avoid being punished for digging her paws through the cookie jar.
Though that's not the only kind of look she gives me. Once she climbs out of the pool and sits on the edge, she notices I'm wearing her birthday present, and beckons me to sit right next to her. With her help, I hop out of the pool too, catching my breath, and she gets an up-close, very thorough look at my wet bikini... As soon as she admires the whole thing from top to bottom -- and the daughter who happens to be wearing it -- she presses her hands against her cheeks and coos at me like I just tied my own shoelaces for the first time.
"AWWWH~" Is all she says before she presses my cheeks with her hands as well, and rubs them gently. "Lookit my little girl, all grown up and sexy like this~!! Pardon my french, but you look so, fuckin', PRETTY, sweetheart! My, my!" To say that I'm overwhelmed would be putting it lightly... A fiery blush covers my whole face, and though I don't wanna seem too obviously excited about being pampered like this, my tail is wagging so hard it feels like it's gonna make wind gusts stronger than a hurricane. All I can do for now is just... Enjoy the fuzzy feelings while they last.
"Th... Thanks, mom." I whisper, just barely able to contain feelings old and new. Embarrassment, comfort, and joy all happening at once. And to top it all off, she's not even close to being done with me.
"Ohh hoho, darling..." Mom's voice seems to get a bit of a lower tone to it, still happy, but almost growling. She, um, licks her lips for a moment... "I could just eat, you, up~!" Without warning, she grips my shoulders and brings me in even closer, then takes a light, playful bite or two on my neck and shoulder. That... Makes me melt. Easily.
"Ah, gosh, mom, h-h-haha..." I can't expect anything coherent to come out of my mouth right now. Just my goofy little laugh that I can't control and some very pointless attempts to wiggle out of her tight hug. Though I do try a little, I don't want her to stop. Even after she wrestles me to the ground and gives me a few more little bites on my shoulders, and one on a thigh for good measure, I'm... I'm happy to let her do whatever she wants.
And apparently, that's very easy to tell. "Oh my, hahaha, I think I went a little too hard on ya, dear," I hear mom say, before I realize I'm, like, really, really hard, almost poking a hole through the small cloth that technically counts as a bikini bottom. Er... At least it didn't slip out. "See, this is why I went out of my way to find you a good one! Your hen is right where it should be!" I know I shouldn't be getting this worked up in public, but... I can't help it. She's an expert at getting me in the mood by now. All I can do is cross my legs as I feel my girldick throb and pretend nothing too naughty's happening here.
That's easier said than done, especially when mom scoots back onto the pool's edge to soak her paws. When I see her like this, dripping-wet and wearing the same swimsuit as me... Something washes over me.
I see how little it covers, even less than mine thanks to her curvy figure, and how proudly she flaunts it by comparison, eagerly waving hi at some of the other parents passing by that she happens to know. I see how she goes out of her way to adjust it right in front of me, and jiggles her boobs and her belly a bit as she shuffles it back in place. I... I see the warm smile she's always giving me when she can tell I need it most. The one she gives me no matter how she's feeling, just to make sure I can always feel safe around her.
"I'm glad you came along today, honey," she quietly says to me, petting my hair. "I know how hard it can be sometimes... You're a growing girl, after all." I hold her closely, and she plants a kiss on my forehead. "You're my growing girl. I love you."
"Love you too, mom..." I just go for it. I give her a soft kiss on the lips, the kind she always loves giving me discreetly when we're out and about. For this one time, we don't bother hiding it, and sure, it lasts all of two seconds, but the tingles last way, way longer than that.
Mom just chuckles a little as soon as I pull away from the kiss. "Dear... You're such a softie when you get in the mood. It's cute." Before I can stammer a response out, though, she leans forward and slides back into the pool, displacing a lot of water around her before resurfacing right away. The moment I see her making that "come here" gesture she always gives me at home... I know exactly what she's got planned for me. And I'm happy to play along.
I hop back into the pool too, and tread water right next to her. It only takes a few seconds for her to take charge, as she takes my arms and wraps me in a tight hug before laying on some teasing kisses on my cheeks and neck. "Mmmnh..." A cute noise escapes my mouth on accident, but I don't think mom minds at all; in fact, it only seems to make those kisses last longer, and I feel one of her hands sliding down and sneaking under my swimwear, giving my butt a firm squeeze.
"Having fun?" She asks me, like she already doesn't know the answer; only one of us is making weird noises and shuddering a little. What she asks next takes me a little by surprise. "Honey... Can you hold your breath for a bit? Tap my shoulder when you're ready." I just gulp, and get in some nice deep breaths before holding one in. Then, I do as she says, and I feel her holding onto me a little stronger before we both sink under the surface.
It's a lot more peaceful down here; all I can hear is the low hum of the water around us. More importantly, we have a bit more privacy, which is probably what mom has in mind as she fondles me a bit less subtly. It's odd... Even though what we're doing is pretty naughty, it doesn't really feel that way at the moment. It feels... Right. There's a really different mood going on, surrounded by water and a bunch of people yet having this little corner where we can bring out our feelings more and enjoy each other. Once I feel her hands wandering elsewhere to hold mine, I know what she's got in mind.
We lock lips again, tickled a little by the bubbles we release but otherwise totally unbothered. I feel her warmth being shared with me, and she frees a hand for a bit just to brush my hair out of the way and cradle my cheek. We try to make this kiss last for about as long as our breath-holds can handle, lasting almost a minute floating together like this before needing to resurface. When we do, the families around us don't even notice anything unusual.
"If anyone asks," mom tells me in a hushed tone, "I'm just giving you CPR, haha..." Very funny. Not long after, we're holding our breaths again and sinking back under the water, and we just... Do this a lot, over and over, almost making a game out of seeing how long we can last and how much we can get away with when no one's looking.
If someone were to peek under the surface and just look in our general direction, they'd see a mother and her daughter holding each other super close and kissing a lot, just barely short of making out, and they'd probably start thinking stuff like "Whoa... Good for them, I guess." They'd also notice a certain piece of cloth getting loose without me noticing for like a minute, and floating onto the surface while I just swim around like nothing's wrong.
It's only after I pull myself out of the water for a moment -- and feel a bit of a breeze around my chest -- that I realize what just happened. "EEP!" I squeak out a startled noise and cover myself, trying not to make a spectacle out of myself... But that's easier said than done when I see a certain someone waving my bikini top around like a captured flag.
"Honey, you dropped this!" She teases me out loud, and though no one seems too interested in paying attention, it's still REALLY embarrassing. Instead of getting even more startled I just... sigh. This woman... Knows exactly how to push my buttons.
"M-Mom, come oooon..." I call out to her, already swimming to her side again, as she playfully refuses to hand me the top. A lot of fruitless splashing (from my side) and giggling (mostly from her side) ensues. I'm not exactly a wimp, either; she just happens to be really big and deceptively strong, a hard combo to deal with then trying to get something off her hands. "Gosh... h-heh..."
She shows mercy before any of this can feel uncomfortable, handing me that top back and even helping me put it back on, as she ties the string behind my back with her usual expertise. Mom knows when a joke has gone too far, and she's very good at never actually crossing that line, I feel. Just like that, the mood shifts again, going from a silly, typical mother/daughter interaction to something that only we have gotten used to: a really complicated intimacy.
I just stay hugging her for a while, and she treads water for the two of us with barely any effort. Her paws stay in sight and avoid any naughty spots for now, just playing with and ruffling my fur while I feel myself starting to relax. When she shows that smile at me... I just melt, and rest my head on her shoulder, letting out a pleased sigh.
"Happy birthday, little wolfie," she whispers to me.
I chuckle a little. "Mom... You've said that like ten times today."
"Well, I could say it ten more if you want," she jokes. Then again, she might be more serious than I suspect.
"...I wouldn't mind." As I feel her take my hand and kiss it, I feel myself blushing hard... And I go for it again, giving her a kiss on the lips, but this time it lasts way longer, and I only pull away to catch my breath before giving her a few more for good measure. We don't even care if anyone sees us now. I just want to show her how much I love her...
And I'm happy she's eager to show that to me too. "You know... Just wondering..." She asks me, sounding a bit solemn all of sudden.
"What is it, mom?" I ask softly.
"Honey... If I were to... Take your bikini bottom off, would you be upset?" Ah. I see how it is.
I just rub her waist softly. "Mmm... Probably not," I tell her.
She cracks an amused smirk. "Good, 'cause I did like a minute ago!"
"Wh--" Sure enough, when I slide a hand down there to check, there's nothing covering my bits, and something in mom's hand that she once again refuses to give back. "MOOOOM!!" And this time, she cackles wildly as she tries hard to keep it out of my reach. I'd be just completely overwhelmed and flustered if I wasn't so, like... smitten, I guess, by the sound of her laughing hard. We're just having fun, is all.
"You can have it back if you gimme another kiss," she teases me, puckering her lips and extending her arms for a hug.
"Pfff... You asked for it." She knows I can't say no to that, and I don't even think about it for a fraction of a second, lunging towards her and giving her kisses all over her face -- and on the lips, too, obviously, while she puts my bottom piece back on. By the time we've cooled off a bit and started swimming and diving again, holding each other tight, anyone who looks at us would just see a loving, romantic couple out in the open. And to be fair... We totally are. I never, ever wanna miss a chance to show her how, despite how she can be a bit of a handful sometimes... We love each other so, so much.
And, both under the surface and above it, our kisses only keep getting longer. And happier.",
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