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Chapter 7 by Catface Catface

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The Cool Mom (2/3)

Challenge Scene
June wants to guide the little pool party and make ‘help’ her kids.
June (2/6), ****.
Complexity: 3 Difficulty: 10

After her little flirtation with Brad, June draped herself across a pool chair, soaking in the sunlight—and the attention. Behind her mirrored stunner shades, she could watch everyone without anyone knowing. A perfect tactical advantage, she told herself.

It didn’t take long for the group to start dividing: Brad and Naomi were laughing together, heads close, chemistry obvious. Darren and Amy were at the shallow end, sulking like extras in their own lives.

This would not do.

June sat up, the **** buzzing warmly through her veins. She had to fix this. Help them. Guide them. That’s what good mothers do.

A wicked little idea popped into her head—half liquid courage, half misguided genius.

June: “Brad… sweetheart, could you be a doll and come over here? I need someone to rub sunscreen on my back.”

The words landed like a grenade. Naomi blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. Brad hesitated, then shrugged—grinning like an idiot—as he trotted over.

Round 2
Roll: 2d6 + Spirit (2) = 11 (Success!)
Result: June distracts Brad perfectly, freeing Darren to spend time with Naomi.
Status: June (2/6), ****.

Brad knelt beside her, his fingers slick with lotion.

June: “Oh, good job, young man. Don’t be afraid to really get in there.”

She smiled serenely, totally oblivious to the two pairs of horrified and blushing faces watching her from the pool.

Through her reflective sunglasses June could watch without seeming to. Naomi was draped against Darren, fingers curling on his thigh, twirling a strand of hair like it was a weapon. Now their tongues mingling together…..

That little Slut!

Then June’s gaze slid sideways—Amy, her shy little girl—Naomi’s other hand resting on her thigh. Naomi was taking turns swapping spit with both of June’s children.

Double goddamn slut!

But the vodka was doing its gentle work. The fuzz in June’s head turned outrage to warmth, and Brad’s hands on her shoulders turned warmth to heat. The thought flickered—I should stop this—then melted.

After all, she reminded herself, sinking deeper into the chair and the haze, she was the cool mom.

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