Does Emma believe her?

No, she closes in to investigate

"You don't sound okay! I am coming over there to check on you!", Emma calls out to her mom. You panic and scramble to your feet. You pick up Emma's mother's towel from the ground and try to wrap it around her to conceal her broken swimsuit and the mess you've made on her.

At that point Emma's head appears above the fence. You try to act as natural as possible given the situation. "Mom! You don't look quite okay. And who the hell is this?", she demands.

"I'm Ryan", you blurt out without even thinking about giving her a false name. Emma looks at her mom and seems to notice the words RYAN'S MILF on her forehead. At that very moment the towel comes loose, revealing the mother's huge breasts hanging from her ripped swimsuit and the gooey ink stained cum on her chest. Emma shrugs. "I have no idea who you are and what you are doing here, but if I were you, I'd clean up that MILF of yours. It looks like a mess." With that, she goes back to her lawn chair.

"Well, that was interesting", you think to yourself. "I gotta be more careful from now on. Best to make some backups." You take out your pen and write RYAN'S MILF on every free spot on Emma's mom's body.