The Size Queen (Bikini Dispute)

As the elevator doors slide open, Chloe glances up from her phone. "Hey, Mom!"

The middle-aged woman freezes in the doorway, her eyes immediately drawn to her daughter's chest and the pair of small, yellow triangles of fabric, held in place by thin strings. The skimpy bikini top covers her nipples and areolae but does nothing to support her full breasts or conceal their generous curves. "What in the world are you wearing?"

"What? What's wrong with it?" the brunette college girl protests as her mother seizes her by the arm and pulls her towards their hotel room.

Her mother pushes Chloe back into their room, closing the door behind them. "Chloe! You can't go out like that!" the older woman exclaims, trying to keep her voice down.

Chloe rolls her eyes dramatically. "Geez, Mom, it's just a bikini."

"Show me the bottoms!" her mother demands.

With a heavy sigh, Chloe throws her phone onto the bed and unwraps the towel from around her hips.

"Just a bikini?" Her mother shakes her head, looking at the small, yellow triangle that barely covered her daughter's lady bits. "Turn around!"

"Ugh!" The brunette girl turns around, showing off her bare buttocks with a thin string disappearing between her shapely cheeks.

"Chloe! You can't be serious!"

"What?" Chloe snaps, facing her mother and crossing her arms underneath her full breasts.

"You're practically naked, honey!"

"Listen, Mom!" The college girl takes a deep breath, "If I can't spend spring break with my friends, I want at least work on my tan!"

"You can do that in a bikini that doesn't make you look like a... um... stripper."

"I'm not a stripper, Mom!" Chloe protests, "I just don't wanna get tanlines all over!"

"That's fine, honey! I'm sure we'll find a good compromise," her mother suggests and nudges Chloe to sit next to each other on the bed.

With a deep sigh, the college girl rummages through her duffel bag and retrieves a white bikini. It features larger triangles for slightly more coverage while maintaining the revealing thong back. "This one?"

"Honey! It's terrible! Don't you have anything not showing off your whole derriere?"

"Ugh, Mom!" Chloe rolls her eyes. "They're normal beachwear! Everyone wears thongs!"

"Yeah, no! Not today!" her mother huffs, putting the bikini aside, "And we'll talk about the rest later!"

Letting out a deep groan, Chloe pulls out more thong bikinis and puts them on the pile until she gets to a navy blue, low rise bikini panty with a triangle large enough to at least span over the valley of her butt crack.

"Let's see the top!" the middle-aged woman says after inspecting the still skimpy bottoms.

The matching bikini bra has more breast coverage than the others and ribbons at the back and the neck.

"Mhm... that one might do it!" Chloe's mother murmurs, "Put it on!"

If I'd only gotten to the pool a bit earlier! the brunette girl thinks as she goes into the bathroom to quickly change into the less revealing swimwear.

As she's done adjusting the straps, she hears her mother's voice calling out from the adjoining room. "Chloe!"

What is it now? The college girl wants to snap back but something in her mother's tone causes her to swallow her anger, "Yes, Mom?"

"What's a size queen?"

Walking around the corner of the bathroom, Chloe drops the yellow bikini and gasps for air. Her mother holds her phone, obviously reading her messages.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chloe screams, her face heating up as she snatches the phone from her mother, "That's private! You have no right to snoop through my messages!"

The phone is still locked but the push notifications show Kimberly's last message. Chloe rushes back into the bathroom, unlocking her phone to check her best friend's replies to the photo she sent earlier. The picture showed Jake's crotch as he knelt between spread and bent legs, rolling a condom on his impressive cock. The image was cut off below the guy's hairless balls and didn't show anything that could identify either of them but Kimberley knew Chloe well enough to know who took the dick.

Kimberley: Your such a size queen
Kimberley: How many hung guys did you fuck that weekend
Kimberley: More than the two you've already sent me

"You had sex with two different guys on one weekend?" her mother's voice thunders after her, "Do you put out for everyone who has a big penis?"

Chloe's heart skips a beat as she realizes that her mother must have read all three messages. "Mom, no...! I... I just...," the young girl struggles, trying to cook up a convincing story. Or any story.

"Shut up, young lady!" the middle-aged woman screams, following her daughter into the bathroom, "I'm done! Give me your phone!"

"What? No! That's private! You're not reading my messages!"

"Turn it off!" Chloe's mother hisses, stretching her hand out.

The college girl swallows hard, having never seen her mother freak out like that. "O-okay," she gasps and types a quick reply to Kimberly before turning it off and handing it over.

With the phone clutched tightly in her hand, Chloe's mother storms out of the bathroom. The young woman follows closely behind, a mixture of fear and embarrassment etched across her face. Her mother marches over to the bed and empties Chloe's duffelbag on the bedding before rummaging through her daughter's clothes, picking anything remotely sexy and putting it on the pile of skimpy bikinis.

"Mom..." Chloe starts hesitantly, "You're overreacting..."

"Am I? When I was your age, I have had sex with two boys," her mother replies in a calm tone before adding in a louder voice, "In total! And not in one weekend!"

"Mom, I didn't sleep around!" Chloe protests weakly, knowing full well that's exactly what she did. "It was just a one-time thing."

"Yeah, and I'm a virgin!" her mother huffs, stuffing the pile of clothing into the hotel safe, followed by Chloe's phone and her whole purse.

The young brunette watches helplessly until the metal door closes with a loud clank, locking away all her personal stuff.

"Um... when will I get my stuff back?" Chloe asks cautiously.

"We'll talk about it when I get back from work."

"What?" Chloe snaps in a high-pitched voice, forgetting about the previous scolding.

"I'll be back in a few hours," her mother says in a flat voice.

"You can't be serious!" the brunette girl gasps, "You **** me to spend the weekend with you in this shithole and then you're not even here?"

"It's an important client," the older woman says, grabbing her purse from the nightstand, "I can't delegate it."

"It's always important. And only a few hours. And then you come home at ten and kiss my forehead to...," Chloe raises her voice until she screams at her mother, "Soothe your conscience. No wonder I seek attention elsewhere!"

SLAP!

Chloe gasps, shocked by the sudden pain on her cheek. She's never done that before...

"I booked you a massage," her mother says, "Be there at ten!"

"I don’t even have a clock," Chloe murmurs defiantly, rubbing her stinging cheek.

The middle-aged woman stops, slides her slim gold watch off her wrist and throws it onto the bed before leaving in silence.

Finally alone, Chloe sinks down on the bed and buries her face into her hands.