"I've noticed," Diane replied. "My sweet little hot-ass." She hugged her daughter fondly.

Both wore dresses that evening. They walked to a seafood place a few blocks down the road. The night was very warm, with a full moon. Diane and Pepper walked slowly down the road, feeling alive and tingly, holding hands and chattering away. They laughed a great deal, making jokes about sex, each other, and some of the people they saw.

"He's got a hard-on," Pepper said, pointing to a man talking to a woman. "See how it sticks out, Mother?"

"Don't point, baby," Diane said. "Yes, I would say his cock was hard. Beautiful, isn't it?"

"I'd like to fuck him," Pepper giggled.

"And he'd probably die with pleasure to fuck you," Diane laughed. "But never go after a man with another woman, unless she's willing, too."

They arrived at the restaurant and both had the seafood platter. Two men – boys, really – were lounging outside. They were still in trunks, and their hair was wet, meaning they had been in the ocean.

Diane felt the boys looking them over as they walked out of the restaurant. On an impulse, she made her ass move in a more sensuous way.

"Twist your ass, honey," she said to Pepper. "I think we're about to be picked up."

Pepper giggled softly and began to twist her ass in the gentle, but enticing, manner that Diane had taught her. It was not gross or vulgar, but if a man was interested and knew what the wiggle of her ass meant, they would quickly approach.

They paused about fifty feet away from the two boys, looking around casually. Diane let her eyes gaze in their direction, with a slight smile on her face. The two boys tossed their cigarettes away and came toward them.

"Hi," one of them said. "Doing anything?"

"Not particularly," Diane replied, smiling at him. "Just taking a walk."

The other boy then said bluntly: "How much?"