As Renee awoke to the sunlight streaming in her window, she idly stretched, wondering why she had slept in the nude. With a start, she realized that she had not lain down this way last night; Ah well, must be one of Sara's pranks, she thought. As she was home alone this morning, or so she thought, she decided to wander downstairs to find some clothes fresh from the dryer.
As she passed a large mirror on the landing, she considered her body. She always thought her 40F breasts were too large for her frame. Her shoulder length, wavy blond hair was possibly her favorite attribute. However, her neatly trimmed pussy and curvy butt put up a good fight for the title.
Once she arrived downstairs, she decided to abandon her search for clothes; the warm sunlight felt too good on her naked flesh. Throwing an apron over her breasts, she began making breakfast. As this particular apron was quite large, it covered her substantial bust adequately; it was her favorite apron.
Sarah was out to a soccer game, and Renee did not expect her back until well past noon. Therefore, she was quite surprised when the front door opened and Sarah's voice shouted, "Mom! I'm home!" Renee quickly turned around, before Sarah could get a look at her state of undress. To her dismay, Sarah had apparently brought her boyfriend over as well. Looking down, Renee made sure she was covered; unless she turned sideways, it was not apparent that she was wearing anything less than short shorts and a tank top. " Hello, Ms. B! Nice morning, isn't it?" Sarah's boyfriend, Jack, said.
"Er, yes, it is. Would you like something to eat?" Renee replied.
By this time, Sarah had maneuvered behind her, and could plainly see why Renee was standing so solidly towards Jack. Snickering, Sarah asked, "Hey mom, can you get us down some plates? I'm wiped." Blushing, she replied, "Can you get them? I just remembered something I had to do upstairs..."
Without waiting for a response, she circled around Jake and backed towards the stairs. Quickly turning, she dashed up. Below, she heard the two teens chuckling at her, as Sarah explained her mother's predicament.
She dropped the grease-spattered apron to the floor of her room and walked into the closet. However, once there, she realized that most of her everyday clothes were in the dryer; all she had was a far-too-skimpy bikini, a thong, and a lacy demi-bra. A quick dash into Sarah's room turned out slightly better results: a small t-shirts and a pair of jeans. Pulling on her thong and her daughter's jeans, she realized she'd barely fit into the shirt. Sure enough, it barely covered her large boobs, leaving the bottom of her melons exposed. They would stay covered, but it was a ridiculously inappropriate outfit.
Heaving a sigh, she returned downstairs to Jack's ogling eyes. As she walked downstairs, both teens peered up from the foot of the stairs, up her shirt. Blushing, she peered back at her troublesome daughter. Sarah was the spitting image of her mother; large, 32DD sat atop her lithe figure. Her toned butt and thighs were the envy of all; her shoulder length brown hair cascaded down her neck.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Renee heard the doorbell ring. She realized that she had scheduled a plumber to come today and fix their sink (it had been leaking for months). Wishing now that she had thought to wash her clothes, she reluctantly opened the door. The plumber, a mid-40s, clean cut man, took in her outfit with a glance , and walked inside. Renee heard Sarah and Jack whispering behind her, no doubt plotting something fiendish.
A few hours later, the plumber was finishing up; feeling hungry, Renee offered to make lunch for all four of them. "I'll grab the drinks," Sarah said.
Bustling over to the fridge, she pulled out the orange juice. She then grabbed a few glasses and began pouring everyone's drinks. However, while setting the last full-to-the-brim glass down, she 'accidentally' spilled it, all over her mother's skimpy top."Oh, shoot! I spilled your drink all over my mom's huge tits, Mr. Plumber! See? How clumsy of me!" Sarah exclaimed.
With this, she quickly grabbed a hand towel and began drying her mom's shirt, simultaneously mauling her boobs. "Jack, this job is too big to fondl- er, handle on my own. Would you grab that towel and help out? " Sarah asked.
"Sarah! Stop that this instant! And Jack may most certainly not help you feel me up!" Renee interdicted.
