Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 5: Outburst

My mother and I set to work unpacking our suitcases. I put away the clothing and underwear I could wear right away while setting aside those I knew were dirty. Soon I had a small pile of dirty clothes, and the dresser I occupied had my clothes in it. It looked much better for us if I brought someone back to the room.

I smiled and looked around, and my mother was finishing up. "Hey, Mom," I said, turning to her, "I don't have a bathing suit. I will need to pick one up. Does the resort have a shop or something?" I asked.

"It said that they do. Do you remember how we got to the room?" My mother asked, and I shook my head. "Well, go down the hall, take a right toward reception and ask them. Hopefully, they can help you. Maybe you might find that Dannel boy to lead you too." My mother seemed to pause, "Do you need money?" My mother asked, and I frowned. I looked in my backpack and grabbed my wallet.

"As long as they accept my debit card," I told her with a wry smile, and my mother returned one of her own. "If not, I hope they have a debit machine." That one both my mother and I laughed at. There was no way a resort catering to Americans and tourists from around the world wouldn't have a machine that worked for banks back in the states.

"I'll be back in a bit," I said as I made sure to grab the key card for the room. "I will see if I can find a bathing suit that hopefully covers up my junk properly, too," I said, and my mother nodded seriously.

I left the room before my mother could respond and headed down the hallway in the direction we had just come from. I moved with ease, and I took that first left. The decorations were tropical, and the temperature was nice inside the resort. I moved down the hall, looking at all the decorations this time instead of the bellboy's ass. I chuckled to myself and hoped that they had some nice swimsuits. I wasn't looking for anything lewd, but I wouldn't mind something mature looking or cute. Either or worked for me as it was the one time I didn't mind those attached skirts. Hiding a dick the size of mine in bikinis or one piece was next to impossible.

Soon I arrived at the reception, and they were still going through the line. I didn't care and walked up and made the receptionist annoyed as I asked where the gift shop was. The woman turned to me, slightly annoyed with the look in her eyes, but the words were pleasant as she pointed down the hall and told me the first door on my right. I smiled and thanked her while receiving a couple of annoyed looks from other customers.

I only took a second of her time, though, and I wasn't about to wait for all of them. I quickly found myself at the gift shop that had a large section of swimsuits and souvenirs for loved ones back home. I ignored the nick nacks there and looked at the swimsuits. I quickly found one that I fell in love with and picked it up.

It was a black bikini with a skirt that would make me look mature yet cute. The bra part was for bigger-breasted women, which was a surprise and was done with a knot at the front. If I wanted to play with someone while my mother was out, I could easily slip the bra off by untying the front knot holding the cups in place. The skirt wouldn't fully protect my junk if I stuffed it between my legs, but the skirt would protect it from sight if I slipped it to the side instead. It was perfect, and as I pulled it off, I noticed a copy of it in teal. I loved them both, and I picked both of them, happy to find two perfect swimsuits at the gift shop. I moved to pay, and the man working there looked me over, checking me out.

I smiled as I approached and put the swimsuits down. "Do you have somewhere I can try these on, or can I return them if they don't fit?" I asked.

"You can return them if they don't fit." The man replied, "Only if you pay cash," he followed up when I was about to reply.

I frowned, and then I put my card on the counter, "I will pay with a card, or you can point me to a debit machine, please," I finished.

The man pulled out a card reader, and I swiped a couple of times until it went through. The man bagged the bikinis for me, and I went back towards the room, passing the reception. I happily grinned that we dodged the longer line that seemed to be growing for the receptionist. It seemed that they were busy this time of the year.

As I was walking back, I saw Dannel again, and I grinned as he headed back to the receptionist. I saw him blush as he rushed past me back toward the other people after he saw me. I knew that he was interested, and I wondered what fun I could have with the boy before I left the country.

A sadistic thrill went through me as I thought of leaving the boy here after changing his life with my cock. I shook my head, bashing the thoughts as I didn't need another boner to walk around with. After feeling lost for a couple of minutes, I turned and found my room. I arrived at the room and swiped in before opening it to see my mother changing into a swimsuit.

I quickly closed the door and walked deeper into the room as my mom took off her bra. Seeing my mother, I didn't know how my father could cheat on her. I had my dad's height, but my bust size was probably from my mother's side. My mother had double d breasts, although she typically didn't show them off since she wore comfortable clothing.

My mother was a painter, an artist, so she wore looser things, but as she stripped, she showed off curves that I very much was lucky to inherit. Her hips were not wide but proportional to her figure, and although my mother didn't work out as I did, she was still in shape without muscles. Her stomach was almost flat with a bit of pudge that I couldn't say I disliked or any man should dislike if they had a realistic look at women's bodies.

I shook my head, no longer looking at my mother, and pulled out the swimsuits I found, showing them to my mom. "Look what I found," I told her with a bright smile.

"Wow," My mother said, surprised, "You found something that might fit?" My mother asked.

"I believe so, but they wouldn't allow me to try it on. I fell in love with these, though," I told her as I started to take off my clothing as well, "The black looks mature yet cute with the little skirt that will also help me hide my cock. While the teal is cuter but does the same. Although I will not be able to hide my body fully, I will be able to hide the worst of it." I finished with a smile.

"Yeah, Put it on and show it off to me," My mother replied as she picked up a sexy red bikini that showed off way more than I expected my mother to do.

"Wow, Mom," I said as I dropped my bra to the floor, "That is a small bikini," I told her.

My mother smiled, but I felt the dark emotions behind it, "I plan on sending a picture to your father," The statement hung in the air, and I shrugged.

"Mom," I said and paused, thinking about what I wanted to say. I didn't know how to feel and was shoved into this. I didn't know if now was the best time to say this, but I was also one that hated holding back as well. After some more thought, I decided it was best to get this out now, especially after what my mother said earlier. "Mom," I began again, taking off my panties and letting my cock hang out while I grabbed the bikini. "I don't know what you want or why I am here, to be honest. I know you need my support, and I don't know if cheating will be good for you and dad or if you even want to stay with dad." My mother looked at me, interested but clearly holding back as I raised my hand. "Honestly," I continued, "I am the worst to give you advice as I am in an open relationship. I believe it is called, With Crystal. I can have other women, and Crystal likes that. I don't know if that makes me unable to speak about what is happening between you and dad. I cannot say I am happy with dad, and I don't think he doesn't deserve something in retaliation for his actions. I only want you to be happy and act on your happiness instead of some type of revenge on dad. Hell," I said, pausing as my mother's expression softened, "I will even help if it makes you happy. Just ask, and I will help, but I want it to be something that makes you happy, okay?"

I finished, and I felt a blush on my face as I didn't know I had those words pent up in me. It felt right, though, and I turned to grab the black bikini top, which I was the most worried about, and put it on almost like a harness before tying the center together. I smiled as I realized that the bra top fit, although it made my cleavage almost like a chasm for all to see. I looked super sexy in the bikini, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as I looked in the mirror.

A second later, I saw my mother still half naked without the bottom of her bikini fully closing on me. I almost jumped in surprise as my mother wrapped her arms around me, and I heard her first sobs. "Honey, I am sorry," My mother suddenly sobbed out. I felt wet tears on my back as my mother started to cry. "Your father," She sobbed next, and I realized that my mother needed this cry. I turned in her grasp, and I saw my mother's similar face with fat tears dripping down her face. I took her in my arms and laid her head in my bosom.

"It's okay, Violet," I said, not wanting my mom to feel burdened, releasing her pent-up feeling on her child. Instead, I wanted to sound more like the peer that I was rapidly still becoming.

The tears started to flow more, and my mom cried even louder. Everything was so sudden I didn't know how to deal with it other than stoking my mother's blonde hair. "Your, Your father hurt me so much! How could he cheat on me!" My mother suddenly wailed, "Now I am the bad guy if I don't want the daughter he cheated to create around! I cannot complain about it!" Her cries filled the room, and I felt weird with us both naked from the chest under, but I slowly brought my mother over to the bed.

My mother followed the guidance and soon held me while we lay down. My mother's head was in the middle of my breasts, using them as pillows as she cried out grievances. I knew my mother was under stress, but it seemed that my father was the source of many of them. "You know he asked me to be a mother to Elana when he brought her into our home? Like it was fucking normal that she came into our home without me knowing about her beforehand. Like all the secrets and where his money was going was something I shouldn't even consider?!" Her cries started to change into anger.

"No, Angela, I don't know what I want to do," My mother said with a pause as her tears came to a sudden end, "But I will find out this week while enjoying myself, thinking of myself as a single woman." I could hear her conviction on that, and I realized my mother's anger at this point needed a release somewhere.

"Okay, Violet," I said, continuing to call my mother by her given name instead of her title. "Why don't I call you by your given name for the week, and we can act like roommates looking for some fun together, and you don't have to think about anything other than enjoying yourself. Let yourself go, and we can take some pics to send back to dad to make him worry." My mind continued to think as I knew she needed more, but I didn't want to help my mother do something that she would regret. "How about you finish putting on that sexy little red bikini, and we go to the pool or something, and I can take some nice pictures of you to send to dad with maybe some employees in the background? That way, he can be a bit jealous that he isn't here with you."

My mother nodded, "Thanks, Honey." My mother replied, pausing, "Should I call you Angela instead?" My mother asked.

"Well, It keeps with the theme. For now, we are good friends enjoying a little vacation together. Not mother and daughter, so calling me Honey seems weird. So I will call you Violet, and you will call me Angela.": I said, cementing the idea in my mother's mind.

"Okay," My mother sniffed, "I think that sounds fun. I am so glad I brought you, Honey," My mother finished, and I flicked her nose.

"Angela," I told her with a soft smile as my mother looked up from my breasts.

My mother chuckled and got up, "You know your breasts are really comfortable." My mother stated, and I smiled.

"Violet, go put on your bikini and freshen up. You look good, but I think you need to relax out in the sun. Plus," I paused to show my mother a grin, "I am starting to get hungry. I think some food is in order, along with some sun and water."

My mother smiled and wiped her tears. "Thanks, Ho-" My mother cut herself off and crookedly smiled, "Thanks, Angela; I am not sure if it will help, but yeah, let's do that. I paid for all of this, so I may as well enjoy it." My mother got up and walked to the bathroom with the bikini bottom on her ankle, and as soon as I heard the door closed, I loudly sighed.

I didn't know what specifically made my mom so emotional, but I didn't realize the depth of how much my dad hurt my mother. I knew it was bad, but my mother seemed to be keeping her composure barely, and I didn't know how to deal with that. I shook my head and got up to put on the Black bikini bottom, and with a little finesse, I had my flaccid cock going off the side along my leg, which the cute skirt easily covered. My balls were another question as they went a little deep down the panty line. Still, they were hidden from sight.

I smiled, looking at myself in the mirror, and liked what I saw. Not every swimsuit in the past worked as well as this one, and some broke with small strings. I liked the knot on the front since it was thicker, too, so it added to the look in total.

Overall I liked the look, and the black one was sexy. To be sure of the other swimsuit, though, I took off my top and grabbed the teal top to check its size of it. Suddenly as I took off my top just as my mother stepped out of the bathroom. I could see some traces of makeup on her face, but she no longer looked like she had just cried her heart out.

"Angela," My mother said, coming in closer and looking at my breasts, "I thought we were heading out?" My mother asked a question, and I smiled.

"Checking to see if the girls would fit in the other top, Violet," I replied, deliberately stopping from calling her mom. Smiling as I put on the teal top, "I have to say, though," I continued looking at my mother in her little red bikini. Her breasts looked contained but almost like they were barely contained with a cute little frill in the middle. The bottom came up over her hips, making her look almost like a model. "You look really good in that Bikini," I told her, deliberately moving my head up and down to look over her, "When did you get it?" I asked.

"I got it a while back, but we never had a reason for me to wear it. Not even in the bedroom," My mother said with a darker look, and so I reached out and slapped my mother's ass. "HEY!" My mother shouted, and I gave her an angry look.

"No more of that," I told her sternly. "Violet, we will be heading out in a minute, and you will not be allowed to think of those things," I said and tied the knot of the teal top. "Like?" I asked with a smile, trying to brighten my mother's mood.

"Yeah, Those colors suit you a lot, Angela," My mother replied, and I untied the knot. "Still sometimes have to wonder where some of your breast sizes come from. I am not small, but you easily are larger than me." My mother pouted her lips, and I chuckled as I put on the black bikini top.

"Well, I am well endowed everywhere. So I am grateful for that," I paused, thinking about all the issues a giant cock on a woman comes with, and added, "I think."

My mother chuckled, and I finished tying the knot on the front of my bikini before I paused. "Shit, Sunscreen!" I exclaimed, and my mother went over to the bed and tossed a large bottle at me that I caught out of the air. I quickly lathered my body as my mother watched, and soon I believed I covered everything except my back which I turned to my mother, and she lathered it for me saving us both time.

"I already got my back while you were out," My mother told me as I was about to ask her if she needed my assistance.

Nodding in response, we were about to leave through the door we came in on when I stopped us. "Let's go through the garden, Violet," I said, and my mother smiled.

We both moved towards the doors and entered a warm green world with many pretty flowers. The view was magnificent and peaceful. We moved through the small garden where you could start to hear voices before exiting the peaceful garden. As we stepped out, we saw a large pool with a swim-up bar that provided shade for over half the pool. Caramel-skinned and black employees were making drinks, and I could see several walking around in lifeguards watching a mix of different people and ethnic people swimming.

It was so interesting leaving the united states and seeing so much more diversity in a single place. I smiled and looked around, and I frowned, looking down as we stepped onto the concrete that was warmer than I would like. "I think I will need to pick up some sandals or crocs for this, Violet," I said, turning to my mother.

She nodded, and we moved forward toward one of the lifeguards. The woman was the closest lifeguard to us, and she smiled as she watched us approach. "Hello," She said as we got close, "How can I help you?" The lifeguard asked.

"First day here, Looking for the restaurants for some lunch or dinner," I replied while looking over the woman.

She was dressed in a yellow vest with a lifeguard written along the back with small holes littered all over, showing a black bikini top over her dark caramel skin. She was probably around a B cup if I had to guess, but I loved how to fit she looked with subtle muscles on her arms and abs.

"Just over there," She said, pointing back towards the resort's main facility.

"Thank you," I replied.

"Thanks," My mother added, and we both headed toward where she pointed out. We moved a bit quicker because the sun had also heated the walkways.

We passed by many people, and I found many couples walking together and I felt the whole place seemed ripe with couples in their own little worlds. I could not help but wonder if I could find a swinging couple to get a couple to swing with me, even if they weren't swingers.

That thought left my head as we found a restaurant with people in swimsuits entering. It seemed this was a causal restaurant, and I smiled, entering with my mother. We sat down quickly, and I turned to my mother as we sat at a small table together. "Gift store, Sandals after this before we enjoy the sun or pool. Okay?" I told my mother.

My mom nodded, and soon a young man came up to the table. He was a black man with a large smile as he looked at us both, "Hello Ladies, what can I get you to drink?" He asked, and I leaned back, letting my mother choose first.

"I think I will start with some water, but I would love to see your cocktail menu and a food menu," My mother replied.

The man pulled out four menus and set them on the table, one with a cocktail menu while the other was the food menu. "And for you?" He asked with that same large smile.

"I think some ice water would be perfect, thank you," I said, holding up the menu.

"Perfect. I will be back in a couple of minutes, or you can flag me down if you have any questions." The man headed off, and I leaned back in the wooden seats looking around the restaurant. It seemed that this restaurant was a cove-type feel for traveling pirates or something like that. I looked around, and everything wasn't pirate-themed but definitely, sea-themed.

I picked up a menu, looked through the choices, and found something that immediately caught my eye. "I think I am just going to get myself some fish and chips with a large salad," I said to my mother, leaning back and enjoying the heat in the restaurant. "You know I missed the heat from summer. So nice to run in," I commented shortly as my mother continued to look through the menu.

"It is nice, although I don't understand why you like running so much, Angela," My mother replied; still a little lost in thought.

"Well, Everything about it is good, and it feels nice knowing I am slowly getting closer to my goals. Just like volleyball." I said with a sigh.

"How is volleyball going?" My mother asked for the first time, and I wanted to frown.

I still remember the anger and hate toward my mother and father about that, but now wasn't the time to bring this up. "Good," I said, repressing the anger. "I am learning quickly, but I am so far behind many of the other seniors that I have to work extra hard. Still, Mrs. Grendier has been instrumental in coaching me through it. I am catching up to many other girls on the team." I couldn't hide the smile; my mother looked at me and saw her smile.

"That is great to hear," My mother said, and I could hear her sincerity. I saw my mother about to continue when the waiter showed up putting down two large glasses of water with mine being partially filled with ice.

"Have you decided, ladies?" The waiter asked.

"Yes, I will have fish and chips with a large salad or even Gilled chicken salad if you can," I replied.

"Will that be on the side?" The waiter asked.

"No, I would love an entire order of it. Like a full plate," I told him with a smile, "Trust me, I will eat it."

The waiter nodded, and my mother went next, "Can I also get a large chicken salad, and I think some pint of something domestic? Just don't make it an IPA, please," My mother finished, and the waiter nodded.

"Perfect. I will be back with your orders soon, ladies. Please feel free to flag me down or wave at the bartender if you need assistance." The waiter departed, and I leaned back, looking at my mother. "So, do you have any plans to do something crazy, or are you thinking of going with the flow?" I asked the question and saw my mother blush telling me the answer.

"Go with the flow?" My mother said with a question. "I don't know, Angela," My mother complained, and I felt like I was starting to see red, "I want to, but I am not that type of person. I have only ever known your father, and I kind of do not want to get into it right now," My mother finished, and I was annoyed and a little angry now.

"Violet," I said finally, "I think you need to do something crazy even if it isn't picking up some fine ass available here," I told her. My mother blushed as I was a little loud, but I wasn't about to let my mother continue this on, off for revenge after she pulled me out of the united states just to relax. It was making me angry, and I was already sick of it after hearing about it just today after my mother took such drastic action. "Either you are going to get revenge, or you are not. I was already pulled from school when I had a match to attend and so many other things before you upended my life for this. So either you are doing something and coming to a decision, or you are going to pussy out and relax for a week before heading home." I took a deep breath and looked at my mother with her matching blue eyes, "So I have only one question," I said while my mother looked at me, surprised and embarrassed. "Are you going to do something crazy to take a little revenge or not?"

I took a deep breath while my mother processed, but I got up from the table, "I need to make a phone call, Violet," I said, getting up, "I will be back in a bit, and you can tell me then."

I didn't look back, left my mother in the restaurant to think, and headed to the room.