Bikini

"Wait!" Mom spun around, her breasts bouncing freely beneath the soaked fabric. "That explains why I always feel so drawn to you!" Mom giggled, pressing herself against Jeremy's side as they ascended the stairs. Her fingers trailed down his chest, lingering just above the waistband of his shorts. "Maybe...maybe you should help me pick out my outfits from now on?"

Jeremy smirked, his fingers tightening around Mom’s wrist as he guided her up the stairs. She stumbled once, her legs still weak from her earlier orgasm, but he caught her effortlessly—his grip firm, possessive, like she belonged to him and not me. Mom didn’t resist, her cheeks flushed pink.

"Well, let's inspect your wardrobe first," Jeremy said, pushing Mom through the bedroom door. I craned my neck to see Mom pulling a range of conservative dresses from the shelves, but Jeremy slammed the door in my face.

Through the thin walls, I could hear Jeremy’s commanding voice—"Too modest," "I can barely see any skin.", "What's the point of covering your midriff? You're not some shy virgin."—each critique punctuated by the rustle of fabric hitting the floor. Finally there was a moment of silence. Then Jeremy spoke, "Y'know what? Since you don't have any suitable clothes, you might as well just wear this."

Suddenly, the door swung open and my jaw hit the floor.

For the first time in my life, I was seeing Mom wearing nothing but her underwear - that too in front of my childhood bully! The bikini consisted of a woven material that seemed to thin in some areas. Moreover, the bra seemed too small, as the underside of Mom's breasts were clearly visible due to lack of coverage.