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dwindled to nearly nothing. The woman's skin was perfectly tanned—not dark and leathery, but lusciously golden. Her dark brown hair fell just past her shoulders. Brian's eyes took one more trip down her supple body, lingering briefly along her trim waist and long, toned legs. Then, as her arm slipped off the chaise to the patio, he noticed the sides of her breasts were showing just enough to reveal that her top was probably just as skimpy as her bikini bottom.
    His first thought was that this was Rob’s girlfriend, but when he remembered that she was supposed to be a blonde, he figured she must be Rob’s sister, although he couldn't remember him ever mentioning he had one. After staring at the woman for about thirty seconds, he said, "Sorry to bother you. I’m Brian." When she didn’t move, he noticed the wires leading up to the woman’s ears and realized she must be listening to music. Rob came up quietly behind him and stood there shaking his head with disapproval.
    "Jesus, Mom," he said loudly.
    Rising up quickly, Jillian looked a little frightened. When she turned her head, she found Rob standing there with an angry look on his face. Smiling, Jillian pushed herself up, turned on her side, stood, and rushed over to hug her son. Brian’s guess about the modesty of the bikini top was right on the money, and Rob’s face confirmed it. Brian tore his eyes away from her chest to avoid being rude and to also see if her face was worthy of that body. He found that it was more than worthy. Jillian looked young; she was in her late thirties or early forties, he thought. Worst case, forty-two.
    Rob asked, "What the hell are you wearing?"
    Jillian ignored the question as she grabbed hold of him and squeezed tightly while he reciprocated halfheartedly. Brian looked on, amazed. This was not your average mother of a college-aged son, he thought. For some reason, he momentarily pictured his mother wearing Jillian’s tiny bikini, but he quickly shook off the image. His mother's bikini days were well behind her.
    "You look good," she said. "Looks like you’re eating."
    "Is that one of Victoria’s bikinis?" Rob asked with a sneer.
    Jillian looked down, noticed that the suit was barely covering her chest, and turned to retrieve a large beach towel from the chair. She proceeded to wrap it around her shoulders so it draped over her breasts and the tiny bikini bottom front.
    "Sorry." She widened her eyes and gave them an embarrassed look. "I forgot I had on my tanning suit. Oh, and it is one of Victoria’s. It’s too conservative for her now, if you can believe that."
    Rob said, "Mom, this is Brian Nash. Brian, this is my mother, Jillian Grayson."
    Looking at Brian, she smiled. "I’ve heard a lot about you. We’re glad to have you here."
    Brian returned the smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Grayson. Your house is incredible."
    "Thank you. Please, call me Jillian."
    Rob mumbled something to her about her bikini bottoms, since her ass was still showing way too much for his taste; the towel cover-up was only working to shield the front of her.
    Rolling her eyes at her son, she turned away from them both, which re-exposed her perfect ass to Brian. Then she removed the towel and wrapped a sheer sarong around her bikini bottom. Brian’s jaw dropped. She draped the towel around her shoulders and turned back toward them, fully covered. Brian glared secretly at Rob.
    "What time is it?" she asked.
    "About four," Rob replied.
    "You guys are really early. I didn’t expect to be greeting you wearing this. As I said, this is my not-so-family-friendly suit," Jillian said with a smile.
    "I like the bikini," Brian said casually, as he looked back toward the tennis court and began walking toward it.
    "Thanks," she said as she turned to follow his gaze.
    As he approached the court, Brian said, "You’ve got Decoturf."
    When Jillian heard those words, she trailed after him, and they stood at the entrance to the court. Rob walked over to join