Freediving Mum

"Seb, can you?"

I sense Seb kneel before my buttocks. I feel his hands on my hips. He hooks his fingers on my thong panty, pauses, then pulls it down, as I hold his shoulder to balance myself. I leverage myself on his shoulder as he slides down my panty. I writhe a little to help Seb, although I am not really sure if it helps. My bare derrière inches from my son's face. As I lift my left foot for Seb to remove my panty, my left orb grazes his cheek.

I turn the other cheek. I lift my right foot for Seb to remove my panty. I feel a delicate brush of skin again.

"Seb, help me undo my bra strap. Then, pass me the bath robe."

As he unfastens the strap, I hold up my bra so that it will not fall off. Seb wraps the bath robe from behind. I let the bra drop, and insert my arms into the arm holes.

As I kneel to pick up my bra, I realise that I forgot to secure my bath robe. As I rise, I see Seb looking at me.

Seb tries on his mask and fins. He has picked the same designs and colours as mine, so that there is a uniformity and symmetry between us in the couple dive. Satisfied with the fit, he takes them off, as the couple dive won't be on until after my solo dive.

Seb turns around. He strips and dons his bath robe. He does have sweet buns. I dare say they will complement mine nicely in the couple dive.

***

Chapter 9

Hirsute

I am eager. "All set to meet Rick poolside?"

Sheepishly, "Errr... Just a minor detail. Do you need to use Rick's trimming kit? You've seen me. I'm mown, so I don't need to."

"Oh?"

"Yes..."

I mull a few seconds about the implications of this, "You've seen a little of me in my thong panty. What do you think?"

"This is different from the usual hirsute maintenance for a thong where there're clear demarcation perimeters. So, I can't really tell."

"You've video shoot experience. You can visualise the final product imagery. So, tell me, what exactly are we striving for?"

Seb ponders, "A rendition that heightens the artistic sensuality. But, not so prominent as to overwhelm your delicate femininity. Yet, enough presence to obscure your feminine bits when you're finning vigorously."

"OK, this sounds sensible."

Seb continuing, "And your bush should not be visible from your butt cheeks, like tufts peeking out, when you fin."

"I agree. We'll probably never have the opportunity do such a video shoot again. And I'm in my fifties now. I can't imagine doing this again, even if the opportunity arises, when I'm older, when I'm all awry."

"Mum, you're lovely and sexy. You're being dramatic. You'll look just as appealing when you're in your sixties. Trust me on this one. A little fuller maybe, but that will add to your allure."

"Oh?"

"Yes"

"You seem very sure."

Seb turning to face me, his bath robe falling a little open, chuckling, "Cocksure"

An itch emanates from my loins. I suddenly have a longing to range, somewhere wild and vast.

"Seb, you'll be seeing me later anyway, in the pool, and on video footage. I do want the video shoot to turn out well. Can you help me with this?"

"Mum, are you sure about this?"

I drop my bath robe in tacit affirmation. I am now naked in front of my son. Only the second male to see me naked after my husband. I must be quite a sight, a mature fifties woman in native glory, with mask on face, and fins on feet.

The opening view of my nakedness appears to seize Seb with its daring clarity. He takes in everything with a monk's focus.

I tease, "What do you think of your matriarch?"

Seb roves my body. He makes a contemplative stop as his eyes admire my breasts. I feel a touch of proprietorial pride. And then, he makes another stop.

I urge, "We need to get on with what we've to do."

Seb gets the trimming and shaving kit.

He combs my mangled pubes to work it into some obedient form. I feel him sampling my pubic hair at different parts of my mound. He stands-up my rip curls of pubic strands here and there to ascertain their length. Gentle tugging. His touch sends sparks of sensation showering through me.

He admires my now moist femininity. He parts my petals, lifts my hood as if seeking out hair. Is this really necessary? Can he smell my piquant excitement? He peers into me intimately. This is something so wholly female and defining, so connected to the great cycle of nature. I should be properly ashamed. I have never been so unpeeled, revealed, unfolded.

"Oh!" he sighs silently, with a reverence otherwise reserved for opera or privately held Monets.

He appears encamped at my mons pubis experiencing its subliminal charm. It is as if he moves away, it will not be there again.

Nudging, "Seb, we've to move on. Rick is waiting for us."

"Mum, can you sit down? Part your legs. Drape your hands over your head so that they are out of the way."

Seb proceeds to gently brush my pubic hair away from the middle of my mound, out to either side so that both my outer, and a peeking hint of my inner lips, are visible.

My vaginal entrance is slightly dilated from the arousal of exposing myself to my son. My inner lips are quite pink and swollen making them protrude down and outwards. My visible wetness betrays my aroused state. This detail appears not to be lost on Seb. I blush at the thought, even as I get a tingle from it.

Seb proceeds to comb back and trim the dark, curly hair that still covers my lips. As he does this, I start to wiggle.

"I'm ticklish down there. Be careful not to cut off anything that isn't hair."

I help by pulling my swollen inner lips out of the way so that he can trim without nicking me.

Seb stands back, as if to admire his effort, and then still not completely happy, proceeds to trim a little more of my outer pubes.

"Mum, I'm done with your front. I want to check out your back. Turn around."

"Like this?"

"Yes. Can you simulate a finning motion as if you're in the water."

Seb is crouched behind me. I simulate the finning motion. This is quite odd. My son observing my arse orbs undulating rhythmically.

"There's a tiny tuft showing."

"Oh dear!"

"Mum, this maybe a little awkward and intrusive. Stand up, your back to me. Part your legs a little. Bend your torso down low. Clasp your ankles with your hands to lockdown your position."

I feel a comb run over me. I sense delicate trimming movements. A little ticklish. I imagine the view that Seb is seeing. Have we gone too far? I can feel the units of shame multiplying in me.

Seb pats my butt cheek, "Mum, you're good!"

I want to thank Seb for subjecting him to this awkward intimacy. But, he looks thankful enough. I put my bath robe back on.

I march backwards to the poolside. This is the way to walk when in fins, to not trip over.

***

Chapter 10

Freediving

Rick explains the system of guide cables in the pool that I will dive by. He describes the possible dive patterns for my solo dive. We agree on a particular dive pattern which is not too complicated, and yet, will look good in the video footage.

My first two dive iterations will be practice runs. The third iteration will be the final one. But, all three iterations will be recorded so that Rick has the flexibility to choose the best footage.

After my solo dive, there will be a breather. Rick will then outline the couple dive details.

"Oh, Soph, before I leave you and Seb here to go to my office where my video control console is, would you like me to close the café viewing window? This is for your solo dive. We can decide again later for the couple dive."

I look at Seb neutrally, then smile, "Rick, I don't want you to go through any trouble. What was good for the other free diver earlier is good for me."

I chuckle, "For once, I will be a spectator sport."

"Seb, you can stay poolside and help Soph with the bath robe before and after her dive session."

I make my way to the water edge. In an act of modesty, Seb takes the bath robe from my back as I slip into the water.

I adjust to the water a little. For a minute, I mull over the stark realisation that, here I am, a mature woman, nude before the gleaming eyes of my son, a total stranger Rick, and assorted whoever looking at the café viewing window. Barely an hour ago, nobody has seen me in my full glory aside from my husband.

I wonder how I will present myself in the water. Will my breasts undulate as I propel through the water? Is my slit visible despite my son's best grooming efforts? Will my vigorous finning open and close my slit like breathing fish gills? Will my inners see watery light of day?

I fin to the starting point of the planned dive pattern in the middle of the pool. I can feel the cable guide. I give a thumbs up signal so that Rick may see me through the video cam.

I take a scrutinising look at the depth of pale pastel blue. Ploosh! I duck dive, breaking the frothing barrier as the burbling of water covers my ears. I am segued into another world. A world I am so familiar with, and yet, not of my own. I enter it by grace of invitation, and I can only sojourn so long.

I fin vertically down as guided by my touch sense of the tendril of cable. There is a second graceful young woman inside me bursting to get out. I am a teen competitive swimmer all over again, except that I am older and more powerful now with my fins. This is so liberating. I am a free spirit mermaid. I fin vigorously. I can feel the power pulse through me. My arse orbs are marching rhythmically, clenching, relaxing, clenching, relaxing, to the silky flow of water. I feel the caress of water on my contours. This is the first iteration of my solo dive, but already, I feel I have been doing this all my life.

The water is cold. I can feel it wrap around my face. Peering through my crystal clear mask as the radiance of the skylight permeates the pool floor, I can see underwater as clear as the morning sky. A couple of delicate strokes and my fins propel me toward the bottom. The water is a large living structure. Stark aesthetic scenery.

I fin past the café viewing window. Is that a mother and her son looking at me? They are about Seb's and my age. They must know that I am a mum from my mature form. What must they be thinking?

I arc my torso, execute a rip curl into cartwheel. I fin horizontally for a distance, then porpoise obliquely to the far top corner of the pool. I do not feel naked. I am clothed by water.

I fin past the café viewing window again. The son is now behind the mum, pressed against her. Is that his hand on her bare thigh?

I ascend with a dolphin motion toward the rippling surface. I watch the sunbeam from the skylight amuse itself on the water. I have never seen light cast so clean and pure. I want to cry with joy. But, one can't cry underwater.

I leave my body. The pool. The planet. I step through time. Enter a void. Inside the void now. But, I am also the void. I am looking at the void. All at the same time. Is this the high water mark of transcendence in as far as humans can ascend?

Strangely, prose from Charles Kingsley's "Water Babies" flow to mind from a subconscious crevice: "The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see."

And just when I remember that the protagonist drowned, I break the surface and sucked the sweetest air ever.

***

Chapter 11

Couple

I warp all sense of spacetime. That space is water, and the water is compressing time out of dimension.

Seb the gentleman wraps me in the bath robe as I emerge sprightly from the pool.

Rick outlines the dive plan for the couple dive.

"The concept is to repeat the solo dive, but now as a couple. That way, there is continuity and a symmetry across the solo and couple dives. When the two footages are grafted together in the video editing, the footages will appear seamlessly unified."

He adds, "Different couples have different ideas on how they wish to render themselves as an artistic dive unit."

I ask, "Can you give us some ideas based on your past customers' preferences."

"Some do it with ballroom dancing-like body engagement. Others like a more intimate rendition, bodies melded, surging through the water as one."

Rick pauses.

"I find that the most inventive couples have no particular design plan. They just do what comes naturally with jazz-like invention. The video footages for those tend to pan out well because they capture, in essence, the natural impulses and expressions of the couple. Most couples who choose this laissez faire option feel comfortable in water. Divers, swimmers, watersports fanatics."

I wink at Seb, "We know who we are, don't we?"

"Soph, I've seen you move in the water. A water babe. I'm sure ditto for Seb. I'll leave you both to it. Give me a thumbs up signal when you're ready to rock and roll."

Rick adds, "Oh, I almost forgot. One last admin detail. How do you want the café viewing window?"

Seb casts an oblique glance at me, then smiles, "As it is is fine."

Rick smiles an internal smile and saunters back to his room.

"Seb, let's just go with the flow."

Seb appears a little lost in his own interior. I can almost hear his noisy thoughts.

***

First dive iteration.

In an act of socially conditioned modesty, Seb turns away as I drop my bath robe to enter the pool. Seb then drops his, and joins me in the filmy water.

Seb flashes Rick the thumbs up signal.

We swim to the starting point of our dive path, in the middle of the pool. I detect an unease in Seb. I decide to take the lead as I have experience from the solo dive.

"Seb, we'll just meld our bodies as one, front-to-front, feel the guide cable, and fin together. We've 3 dive iterations to perfect this, so we'll take the first one as a familiarisation practice run."

Seb nods, somewhat relieved that we have agreed on a way forward.

We begin our descent. My right hand is on the guide cable. Seb's right hand is over mine. This becomes a sort of unified pivot point for us.

We fin. Seb's torso awkwardly bumps mine every other fin stroke. My nipples poke him repeatedly like one testing a pudding. My pliant breasts compress then release against his chest repeatedly.

After awhile, we get into our groove of flow. We meld comfortably. He brings his mid-body into an anxious, tense alliance with mine.

I feel Seb's mounting excitement. It is pressing urgently against my belly, below my navel. As we fin more vigorously, his penis drifts. He is lodged in the juncture below my mound and my upper thighs. I instinctively tighten my thighs, thus slowing down my finning a little. It sends a shower of shudders through me in many directions. I muse. This is, perversely, a wet dry hump.

We reach the bottom of the pool. We arc our torsos in harmony and in unison, execute a rip curl into a cartwheel. I feel the soft nudge, just short of dig, of a swollen helmet head. Its underside ridge slides along the edge of my petals, one way, then the other, in synchrony with our arcing movement. Like a train on rails, going one way, then the other, in confused commute.

Seb's finning goes a little awry for a time. But he gets back in groove after a bit of self-calibration.

What might Seb be thinking right now? Can Rick see all this? What will this video scene look like? And the Big Question! Have we crossed a line?

We fin horizontally for a distance, then porpoise obliquely to the far top corner of the pool. We break the surface with dramatic gasps.

Oh! This is the sweetest air I have ever drawn. And I share it with Seb.

A breather. I take off my mask, and then Seb's. I lean in to kiss Seb on his forehead. I feel a poke at my mound. Seb recoils.

"It's OK. The exhilaration of the dive. Enjoy it as part of the experience."

I kiss Seb again, and then give him a long hug. My son feels good. As I do. I relish the moment. I feel a rising forbidden attraction to my son. Perhaps it is yet another one of the great trials of the human experiment.

Seb nervously, "We're in the pool. The video cams. Can Rick see us?"

"He sees us as lovers."

"Oh!"

"If you're worried that Rick can see your boner, here, I will obscure you."

I nudge Seb to the corner of the pool, then draw closer to him. Seb has drawn level to my navel now. Quite a male feat considering that the water is clammy cold, even on this summer day.

"Seb, in the next dive iteration, I want my top to look stand out good. Can you help?"

I bring Seb's hand to me.

"Yessss!"

***

Second dive iteration.

From the get-go, I clamp Seb's arousal below my mound in an uncompromising motherly vice grip. I am a tiger mom. This is the centre from which our dive revolves.

We fin more slowly this way, but our bodies are seamlessly unified. I can just see it, it will look good in the video optics. Two heavenly bodies as one tunneling the watery blue.

It is increasingly easier to grip Seb as our dive progresses, as his excitement is mounting. The traction is quite pleasurable. It must be more so for Seb because as I fin, my hold on him tightens, loosens, tightens, loosens. Is he getting a little harder and bigger with each fin cycle? My thighs seem to think so.

***

Third dive iteration.

We are in a bit of a state from the exhilaration of the first two dive iterations.

We begin the dive in earnest. Seb is in high arousal. As we arc at the bottom of the pool, I feel Seb slipping away. I instinctively tighten my grip. Maybe it is the angle of it?

I feel my son in me. I let this sink into me for a moment as I take this all in. My son is making carnal acquaintance with me.

Is this an accident? Is Seb even aware of what is happening? Have we crossed a line? Does this amount to copulation? Is this incest? Can Rick see this?

Seb's helmet head rim nicks my lip in its hasty retreat. The contact sears my delicate feminine edges.

The moment passed. Even though it didn't happen.

I wrestle my emotions to the ground. Curiously, my mind ranges back to the romance novels I devoured in my teens. I see in my mind's eye Seb and I running hand-in-hand through golden meadows at twilight.

They like to say in the novels, "I've taken a lover."

Have I? I am teeming with need. I don't want to be ushered back to my own small borders, my own mortal confines. I can't imagine how I had crammed myself into a puny box of identity when I could experience infinitude instead.

We surface rapturously. As I brush my last strand of hair from my eyes, Seb is in my face. He is so nice. Exactly the kind of taboo lover you can bring home to meet your family.

I experience an inexplicable and random sense of complete bliss, unrelated to anything that is happening in the world. Swollen with wonder. Overflowing with bliss. Everything, for no good reason whatsoever, is perfect.

***

"Soph, Seb, It has been my pleasure shooting you. You're the most competent freediving customers I ever had in my professional life. Naturals. In your element."

"Rick, thank you. Water people dealing with water people. That's what we are. Such a rare pleasure."

"I'll email the 3 edited videos to you in 3 days time. Enjoy the rest of your vacation here."

I look at Rick, likely for the last time. He embodies that additive masculine bit of devilish monstrosity in his mien. Humour sharp and sly. A look that knows things, and a laugh that doesn't give a damn. This profile appeals to women who are longing for something more, but don't know it. Beasts with brains.

He will be video editing my most private charms shortly. This thought sends a twitch, just short of an itch, to my loins. But, I flatter myself. He probably video edits miles of enthralling footages in his work, and I'm just another cloud of pixels.

***

I feel a little sad that the dive is, all too soon, over. Maybe Rick will contact us later that the video footage is a washout, he forgot to hit the record button, and has to reshoot?