You forgot your swimsuit..

After you strip off your shirt, but before dropping your pants, you realize you forgot to pack a swimsuit. Your gut drops with agony. You have some boxers you could probably wear, but that might be weird, you think. You’ve never been the type to stand out in a crowd.

“Fuck. Shit fuck.” You swear at yourself for not even packing any athletic shorts. Dumbass.

You decide to sit by the pool for a bit and wait for mom to get out of the shower.

Awhile later she appears, with a towel wrapped around her waist, but only a bikini on underneath. You greet her with a smile and try to pretend those tits don’t exist.

She’s clearly confused why you’re still here, and wearing khaki shorts instead of a suit. You explain yourself.

“Classic, James.. why am I not surprised?” she says with a giggle, “well I brought plenty of swimsuits, would you like to borrow one?”