The image flashed instant—her in a tiny bikini at the beach, massive boobs barely contained, that fat ass turning every head, hips swaying as she walked the sand. My cock twitched under the table.
"Yeah, I could help you," I said, grinning slow.
"Alex, help me select bikini too," Brittany piped up quick, not wanting to be left behind, eyes eager.
"Baby, you should just wear a sundress at the beach," Tiffany said smooth, fake concern in her voice, but I caught the edge—she wanted to be the only one looking sexy there.
"No, Mom," Brittany shot back, chin up. "I want to wear a bikini—a two-piece. And I have a tiny one in mind."
Tiffany's eyes narrowed playful. "Alex, you tell her—she shouldn't be showing her skin so much. There could be creeps looking at my daughter."
Ironic as hell—she was planning to show everything herself.
"Why don't we let Brittany decide what she's going to wear, Tiffany?" I said calm. "She's an adult now."
