Author's Note: If one wanted to put a face with the characters, the main character, Zara, is inspired by Valerica Steele, Angie (mom) is inspired by Kendra Lust, Iris (sister) is inspired by Kiittenymph, and Taesha (best friend) is inspired by Asia Eros.
My first night back home from university was... interesting. It had been my first day back since my father died, but I was surprised at how different my family was acting. Toward me, in particular.
One glance at my mom and I remembered why I was here.
Angie, my late dad's wife, was a catch, to say the least. Her eyes were a deep, hypnotizing shade of chocolate brown, and they matched the shade of her hair perfectly. Her skin was gloriously golden tan and smooth: an impressive feat for a woman of her age. Her wavy dark hair fell just below her collarbone, and along with her golden necklace, seemed to emphasize her giant breasts. Speaking of breasts... it seemed they were about to fall out of her deep blue minidress. The dress was dangerously low cut and the skirt only ended just past her asscheeks. To tell you the truth, she's always hypnotized me, ever since my dad brought her home to meet us. Though, I don't think she ever fancied me back...
"Hi, baby! Welcome home!" My mom's glossy black heels clacked loudly against the marble floor. She reached out and practically threw me into her embrace. I wondered if she knew that she had pulled my face directly in between her huge breasts. Regardless, I was enjoying it, even if I couldn't breathe. To my dismay, she pulled away. She looked down at me with a big, proud mom grin and cupped my cheeks. "Your sister and I are so happy you're home! Aren't we, Iris?"
My stepsister's petite frame stood shifted to one side, leaning against the staircase. "Mmhmmm..." Iris hummed. She was eyeing me up and down, like I was some piece of meat. She chewed on her lower lip and pulled the end of her skirt up, just a bit, just enough for me to sneak a peek at her lacy black panties. She pulled her skirt back down just as quickly as she had pulled it up. "We sure are." Typical Iris.
My mom's face never ceased to drop that dazzling smile of hers. She placed an arm around me and escorted me into the kitchen. "Your aunt and cousin will be here later, they're just running a bit late right now, okay, sweetie?" She told me; I nodded. "Good girl. Are Taesha and Monique going to come over for your party?"
I stopped in my tracks. "My-my party? What?"
Mommy giggled and her face started to flush. "Did I not tell you? We're throwing you a 'welcome back' party! All the family's invited. But don't worry, it's not until tomorrow night." She pulled out a chair at the dining table for me to sit in. "Do you want something to eat, baby?"
I sat down and took a moment to process this information. "No, mommy, just a glass of water is fine." I thought for a second. "I really just wanted to unwind and relax after the move. I wasn't expecting a party."
Mommy's perfect eyebrows furrowed as she placed the glass in front of me. "But, baby, they're all so proud of you! The entire family is so happy you're home. Poppy is even calling off a shoot for this!"
"Ah, yes, Poppy." Poppy was my evil cousin. She's perfect, and blonde, and tan. Everything that I'm not. She's also ridiculously hot, but it's not like I'm ever going to let anyone know that. She thinks she's all that because her dad has more money than Zuckerberg and she's a "model". I've hated her ever since I came out as gay and she called me a carpet-munching dyke in front of my own mom. But even though I couldn't stand her, I still liked to watch the way her round ass swayed when she walked away.
Mommy took a seat beside me and placed an elbow up on the table, leaning on it, causing her impressive cleavage to be pronounced even further. It took great effort not to stare down her dress. "I know you two aren't on the best of terms, baby, but your aunt Hilary hates that. She really wants to fix it."
I nearly choked on my own water. "It isn't Hilary's problem to fix, though."
"Mm, I know..." Mommy reached out and tucked some of my purple hair behind my ear. "You like girls. There isn't anything wrong with that." She spoke in a hushed tone, almost a whisper. I turned to face her and she stroked my cheek, grazing my lower lip gently with her thumb. "Nothing wrong with that at all." She stared into my eyes. My mommy's rotund breasts and her mystifying gaze were both begging for my attention. My gaze flickered from her chest to her eyes. She chuckled and pulled a breast out of her dress. "Here... I know you're distracted." I turned away in an effort to respect my mother, but she seized my chin and forced me to look back at her halfway naked chest. She then proceeded to pull out the other tit. She bounced them in front of me. It took everything in me not to lean in and suck on them. She put them away again. "There... I hope you don't think that's strange. I just know that you've seemed a bit distracted by what I'm wearing, so I wanted to help you." She smiled warmly. I returned it.