Note: This story is adapted from a comic script I wrote with the same title. The sequel, Son's Best Friend's Dad, is forthcoming.
Kate dropped her robe and stepped into the hot shower. She moaned as the hot water hit her back and began soaking her long dark hair. She bent her head back and lathered her hair with the shampoo. She had a high pressure shower head and the strong spray of water did it's work rinsing her hair while she rubbed her buxom figure down with body wash. The forty year old wife and mom couldn't help herself and started singing as her hands lathered up the largest pair of breasts in the neighborhood. She was in a fantastic mood.
She was in a great mood because the weather had finally turned warm and the sun had come out of the clouds after a two week period of rain. Her husband had kissed her on the cheek and left for work a short time ago. Her son had kissed her other cheek and left to pick his friends up to drive them to school leaving her alone. She cleaned up breakfast after they left. She'd washed and dried the laundry after they left. She vacuumed and made the bed after they left. The pantry was full and her chores were down. She'd accomplished all her work after her husband and son left and it was still morning. Kate Howard, hard working PTA wife and mother, had an afternoon to herself to do her favorite pastime, sunbathing.
Most women wouldn't have bothered showering to sunbath, but a morning shower to Kate was a morning cup of coffee to another woman. Kate enjoyed her morning shower so much, she always turned down going camping and fishing on many a trip with her husband and son unless there was a bathhouse. She enjoyed fishing and hiking, but no shower, no Kate.
Her singing turned to humming as she stepped out of the shower and dried off her well endowed form.
Kate had a body that often made men's jaws fall open. Her waist and belly were quite fit and trim, not as thin as she had been twenty years ago, but actually better as the weight she'd gained had filled her body out more shapely. Her rear end was well rounded, plump, but firm. She'd also kept her looks, but had some laugh lines and gray streaks ran through her hair, invisible now with her hair still wet. But it was her breasts that turned the most heads. Large bosoms ran in the family, but hers were big even by her family's standards. They'd added a cup size every decade and were now massive EE's that were impossible to hide and difficult to find a bra to contain. Younger, she'd enjoyed the male attention her breasts brought her, but at her age, they were more a nuisance. They were heavy and in the way all the time, large pendulous udders that hung over her rib cage. Her nipples were large and perfectly centered with round can sized areola. Her nipples used to get hard a lot and were always sensitive, but had settled down as she aged and now took a lot of stimulation to get her worked up. Not that she ever got worked up anymore. Her sex life was pretty dull consisting of missionary sex in the dark usually twice a month. Her vagina was dry and her husband had to lube his condom covered penis up thoroughly to enter her. She didn't even miss the more passionate sex they'd shared twenty years ago. This was just a normal part of aging and being with the same partner for several decades. Things got dull. Honestly, she could have given up sex altogether.
Kate grabbed her glasses off a dresser and put them on while she went through the drawers. She pulled out her mommy two piece suit. She tossed it aside and pulled out the purple bikini. The two piece was for family and public events. It showed some cleavage and exposed her stomach around her navel as well as her back, but it covered most of her torso and the bottom piece was skirted to cover her bottom.
The purple bikini was her private tanning bikini and it left little to the imagination. No one had ever seen her in it and if her husband had ever wondered about (or even noticed) why her tan lines were so small, he had never commented on it.
Kate stepped into the panty. She kept her crotch mostly shaved. It was bare, but for a small strip just above her clit that resembled a black caterpillar climbing up her mound. Her husband preferred it bare for going down on her and though it had been many, many, many years since they'd had oral sex, she kept it smooth, but being completely shaved made her feel exposed, and her little black caterpillar made her feel better. The bikini bottom covered her crotch nicely, but the rest was all strings around her waist and in between the crack of her rear end spreading out into an upside down triangle as it rose up out of her butt cheeks.
She lifted her wet hair and tied the top around her neck. She stretched the cups of the top out over her nipples and tied the string behind her back. It was tight and left little to the imagination, but then it's purpose was to give her the most perfect all around tan possible. The cups were stretched out triangle hammocks, tightly gripping the front of her breasts, so constricting her areola and nipples poked out through the straining material which didn't even cover the full circle of her can sized areolas. Pink round edges were exposed on both sides of the purple material.
Kate Howard's eyes were so bad she needed to wear her glasses at all time and she kept them on while she collected a blue beach towel to lay on. Aside from her bikini, her glasses, wedding ring, and hoop earrings were her only adornments she wore as she headed downstairs, grabbing tanning oil off a table on her way.
Kate peeked out the side door though there was never anyone there. The Howards owned a corner lot and the street was empty, but for the house across from her. The older couple there both worked on weekdays and if there weren't any cars in the driveway, they weren't home. A picket fence surrounded their side yard and their backyard. There was a gate in the side fence, but they never used it except her son Jack and his friend Tyson used it as the shortest distance between their homes. She wished her fence had been higher and then she would have considered sunbathing nude. The backyard actually got better sun, but there were two houses behind her both with windows looking down into her yard and residents who were usually home.
Kate spread out her blanket, feet towards the sun. She poured a large amount of oil on her exposed breasts and began rubbing it into her exposed flesh making sure her belly and the sensitive exposed areas of her breasts were well coated. Spring, she thought, smiling. Finally I can work on my tan. If the weather held up, she'd have a great tan in a few weeks. Kate ducked as a car came down the side road and stopped at the stop sign before turning. She stood back up and quickly coated her legs and arms before finally laying down on the blanket. The sun feels so good, she thought, putting her arms under her head as she closed her eyes, smiling as the sun began heating her skin.
Some time passed and the relaxed mom almost fell asleep. She stirred figuring it was about time to turn over when to her horror, she heard the side gate open. Kate sat up quickly, holding one hand to her breast in consternation. "Tyson!" she blurted out in dismay, seeing the young black teen coming in her side gate.
Tyson Brown had been Jack's best friend since grade school. His father was a brutish man with a drinking problem and the mom had taken off when Tyson was young. The Howards had acted as surrogate parents for the poor boy and he had many a meal and spent many a night at their house. Tyson was fit, but not bulky. He was attractive with an athletic build and had grown into a decent young man despite his problems at home. He was wearing shorts that showed off his muscular calves, a white tee shirt and a hoodie. He'd shot up over the last few years hitting six feet tall, towering over Kate by a good 5-6 inches. "Hi Mrs. Howard," he greeted her, striding through the gate.
Kate held herself up with one hand and held her arms across her nipples to hide her breasts. Her husband hadn't even seen her in this bikini and Kate felt her cheeks turning a little red to be under the eighteen year old black kid's gaze and gazing he was. "Jack's at school," she told him. "Wait! Why aren't you at school? I thought Jack was picking you up."
"I told him I was sick," he said a little nervously. His eyes kept flickering over every piece of exposed skin on her body. "I needed to talk to you, Mrs. Howard."
Kate could tell something was bothering the poor boy. She knew him almost as well as she knew her own son's moods. Kate held up her hand and Tyson helped her to her feet. She kept her arm across her breasts, but his eyes still flickered down her exposed cleavage stopping on her belly. "Let's go inside, she said, wishing she'd brought her robe out with her. She wanted to cover up even though it was kind of flattering to have a handsome young man looking in awe at her figure especially at her age. Her husband never stared at her like that any more.
