The cold air surrounded Tessa and she could feel her nipples begin to harden under their bra and top. It was an odd feeling considering that it was the middle of the summer in Glasswick City and walking outside felt like you were inside of a massive oven. She looked up from her phone, examining the assortment of cheeses that were all around her. Her mother was carefully digging through the shelves of the frozen food section, looking for the block of cheese with the longest expiry date. Tessa felt a wave of boredom wash over her.
This is certainly not how she had expected to spend her Sunday morning. She had planned to be sleeping off a crippling hangover from a crazy Saturday night of bar hopping. Maybe she would've even woke up buck naked in the stranger's bed next to an empty box of condoms. It wouldn't have been the first time.
Tessa had a bit of a reputation among her friends for getting wasted when they went to clubs. She would drink so much that it was almost routine for her to ditch her friends halfway through the night, leaving with some hunk she met at the bar. She figured it was perfectly normal for someone of her age to want to enjoy her sexuality with many men (and the occasional woman).
Tessa was 20, almost 21. Unfortunately, life hadn't quite gone her way. She had dreamed of renting an apartment near the clubs she frequented in the city. A cozy place where she could invite her one-night-stands back to, rather than always having to go to their place. But the reality was that apartments were far more expensive than she could have ever imagined and there certainly weren't any employers looking to hire a 20-year-old on a six-figure salary. So instead she was forced to live with her parents.
It wasn't ideal, but it had its perks. There was no rent to pay and chores like washing laundry were done for her by her parents. She knew that money was tight for her parents, so she greatly appreciated everything that they did for her. But, truth be told, her parents were in such a large financial rut that they had considered filing for bankruptcy. Therefore, Tessa's parents were none too pleased when she crashed the family car into a pole. It was a legitimate mistake, but her parents made her promise that she would pay for the damage on the car.
Hence why Tessa was spending her Sunday morning in the local supermarket with her mother. There were no fun Saturday night activities for Tessa. It was sort of like she was grounded. When she had wild Saturday nights, it was common for her to call in sick to her job and miss out on valuable shifts. To make sure that she was ready for her noon shifts at the coffeehouse where she worked, Tessa had to stay with one of her parents at all time. Her dad had to visit the office this morning for a short meeting, so Tessa was stuck shadowing her mom while she did the weekly grocery shopping.
It was a bit of a drag, but she was just a few payments away from covering the costs of damaged car, at which point she would be free to spend her evenings how ever she pleased. It was a good thing too since the absence of a cock in her vagina was driving her insane. She had never gone more than a few days without having sex, it had been three weeks so far and self pleasuring didn't do much to satisfy Tessa's urges.
She had a look around while her mother was still digging through the cheeses. She could see that perverted teenager gawking at her ass. He had been following her and her mother around the store since they got there. Tessa guessed that he couldn't have been more than 16 or 17 years old. She was used to this kind of attention from guys. They usually thought that she didn't notice them peaking around corners or turning their heads as she walked by, but she totally did. It was a regular occurrence for her to turn heads or find herself being hit one by men who thought they had a shot.
Tessa was a very attractive woman and she imagined that she was probably quite a sight. She never dressed conservatively, which greatly improved her sex-appeal. Today she wore a pair of cut off shorts that we marvelously short, showing off her soft and slender legs. If you looked close enough, you could just see the curves of Tessa's perfectly toned butt leaking out the bottom of her shorts. She wore a white tank top with a black bra, which could be seen slightly through her top. The top hugged her body somewhat more than the tops worn by the average person, but Tessa liked that because it made her breasts appear bigger than they were.
While she had never actually received any complaints about the size of her breasts, she knew that they weren't her best asset. They were 32B, which she was told as a great size. Nevertheless, she wished they were just slightly larger, like a 32C or 32D. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough to overlap her shorts, providing a tiny hint of her fit stomach. Her body was untouched by piercing needles or tattoo guns and Tessa never understood why beautiful women would want to disfigure their body with those kinds of accessories.
"You know, if you didn't wear shorts that let your ass hang out, all of the men wouldn't watch you wherever you go," said Tessa's mother, as she put the cheese that she had found into her cart.
Tessa giggled. She secretly loved the recognition from these men. It made her feel special.
Her mom pushed the cart down the aisle and Tessa followed, paying extra attention to sway her hips more than usual to give the ogling teen a memorable view. As they rounded the corner, she caught a glimpse of a smile on the guy's face. She knew that she would inevitably see the teen at least one more time before their shopping trip concluded.
As they entered the next aisle, they spotted a cameraman and another man holding a microphone. They weren't recording and appeared to just be standing around chatting to each other. Tessa assumed that, based on the absence of news logos and the fact that the man wasn't wearing the typical newscaster attire, they didn't work for any of the local new stations.
"Excuse me, ma'am," said the man with the microphone, turning his head towards them and approaching. "I'm Paul Vargas from Fast TV. We are running a contest to win free groceries. Are you interested?"
"How could I turn down free groceries?" Tessa's mom replied, with the slightest bit of confusion in her voice. "What are the rules?"
"The contest is quite simple," he explained, pulling a form from his jacket pocket and handing it to Tessa's mom. "We will give you five minutes to gather as many groceries as you can and whatever you can collect in a shopping cart and bring to the checkout within the time limit will be paid for by the station, no price limit. The only condition to enter is that you have to strip all of your clothes and let our cameraman follow you around."
Tessa's mom looked stunned when the man mentioned the last part, as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked down at the form the man had handed to her and sure enough it was a consent form allowing the TV channel to record and broadcast her nudity. She handed the form back to the man.
"I'm sorry. I'm not interested. Thanks."
"Are you sure ma'am?" the man replied, clearly disappointed that she didn't want to partake in his games. "There's no price limit and you can probably pick up a lot of free groceries in five minutes."
Tessa looked at her mom. It appeared she was honestly considering the man's proposal. Surely her mom wouldn't get naked in the middle of a store just to win a few groceries!
"Ok. I'll do it," Tessa's mom said, hesitantly extending her hand for the man to give her back the paperwork.
Tessa was positively shocked and just stood there with her mouth gaped open. The idea of her mother baring everything in front of her was completely ludicrous.
"Mom, you aren't actually going to do it are you?" Tessa begged.
Tessa's mom put one hand on her daughter's shoulder, giving her a mildly apologetic look.
"Honey, money is really tight right now and I can get a lot of groceries in this contest. It could be enough to save a month from my pay check."
Returning her attention to the paperwork, Tessa's mother gave the document quick skim read before signing her name on the dotted line. She gave a sympathetic look to her daughter, seeing the pure look of horror painted across her face. Tessa's mother handed the paper back to the man.
"Fantastic!" he said. "If you'll follow me to the staff area, we have a private room set up where you can get undressed before the countdown starts."
Tessa reluctantly followed her mother to the back of the store. Her mother went into the employee office and locked the door. Tessa's mind was a mess. It had been years since Tessa had saw her mother without clothes. There were a few times recently in which she had accidentally walked in on her mother getting changed, but those incidents were rare and Tessa tried her best to look away as quick as possible, never really getting a good look at what she looked like.
It was no big deal to see another woman naked. Tessa and her friends had done tons of stuff together nude: skinny dipping, showering in gym class, trying on clothes together... there were even a couple of times that Tessa had explored her sexuality with another woman. But knowing that when her mother emerged from that room she would be totally nude made Tessa feel deeply uneasy.
She heard the lock on the door click and the handle started to turn. The entire world was moving in slow motion for Tessa, as she watched a leg slowly appear. Before she knew it, Tessa's mom was standing right in front of her as naked as the day she was born.
Like Tessa, her mom was a brunette with straight hair. Her skin wasn't quite as tanned as Tessa's, but her mom spent more time working her full-time job than tanning, so it was understandable. Tessa was instantly jealous of her mother's breasts. They were significantly larger than her own (a 36C if Tessa had to guess). They drooped just a little more than Tessa's perky pair, but she wasn't sure if that was just because they were bigger or because she was in her early 40s.
Tessa's eyes made her way down her mother's body, exploring every inch. Her bush was a more plentiful than Tessa's neatly trimmed landing strip. It wasn't out of control like the pubic hair on some of the men that Tessa had been with, but fuller nonetheless. She was marginally chubbier than her daughter, presumably because her daughter logged substantially more hours at the gym.
