By the looks of it, mom and dad had done a pretty good job of setting things up. Short of an actual Luau, it was going to be one hell of a feast. We were actually scheduled to attend a Luau in fact, sometime next week over on the main island. But for now, this was the next best thing. Dad was already starting steaks, though there'd be fresh fish as well. The girls had already set up tables with all sorts of delicately prepared side-dishes that the resort had done up for us. And though wearing a tropical print wrap similar to mine, dad's was considerably longer, making me wonder why mom had chosen much shorter ones for David and me. I didn't mind it too much however once getting it on, it was comfortable, and made me wonder briefly if this was sort of what it might have felt like wearing a Kilt. I might just as well been naked for all the support or coverage it provided me.
And yet, oddly enough, it would have felt really weird sitting down to eat with everyone being naked too. So I suppose wearing something at least seemed far more appropriate.
At dad's request, I moved some of the tables around just a little so that we'd all be able to sit down and eat together. As I finished doing that, mom came out with yet another tray of food along with some tablecloths to spread out. Almost immediately I saw what she had in mind when she said "make use of them in a sexy way." The floral print wrap she was wearing was a bright emerald green with various plants and flowers decorating it. But that wasn't what caught my eye. It was how she had chosen to wear it that did. She had secured it, tied it off so that it was worn mostly as a long dress reaching the ground. But one side was folded and tied up and over the shoulder, completely covering one breast, while fully exposing the other one. She looked sexy as hell in wearing it this way, and smiled briefly upon seeing me admiring the bold look.
"You like?"
I actually had to swallow before answering. "You look sexy as hell mom, admittedly, the one boob thing is kind of provocative." She laughed at that.
"Yeah, wearing it this way, I can show off my best tit, and tease with the other one."
"Best...tit?" I asked.
"Yeah," she giggled again now helping me as we spread out the tablecloth together. "They're not exactly the same size. This one's just a little bigger than the other one is. So this way, you really don't notice it so much."
To be honest, I'd never really noticed or found much, if any, of a difference between them. But then again, it was only recently that she'd been parading around fully naked too.
"I've never noticed a difference," I told her, hearing dad chuckle just behind me as I said that.
"That's because you probably weren't looking at them symmetrically," mom grinned, winking at me as she said that. "Though I hold you and your sister accountable for the difference. For whatever reason, you both seemed to prefer sucking on my left breast as opposed to my right one...try as I did."
"Me too!" Dad stated once again obviously listening in. "Just something about that left breast of yours," he said teasingly.
"Just be glad you men don't have to deal with something like that," mom chastised him back. "How'd you like it if you had one ball considerably larger than the other one, then you'd know how I feel."
I found myself actually standing there looking at my mother's bare breast. Seeing that I was, she easily released the still covered breast, now standing there directly in front of me. "See?"
I looked again, closely now. And yes, there was a small slight difference, but unless you actually tried looking for it, it was hardly even noticeable. "They both look good enough to me," I told her. "I think they're incredibly pretty in fact," I added to that, marveling at how firm and full they still were, hardly any real sag to them whatsoever, especially as firm and heavy as they really were. Perhaps not quite as high on her chest as Stacy, or Jessica's were. But given time, I knew that their breasts would perhaps droop even more so than mom's were.
"Thank you honey," mom said walking up to kiss me, and not on the cheek either. Kissing me on the lips. I honestly think her kiss, though still brief, lingered just a moment longer than what might have been usual. Enough at least that when we parted, her lips still seemed to pucker a bit as though still savoring the moment. But not only that, I had also felt the softness of her bare breasts pressed against my chest for that same moment. Her nipples, both now as it appeared, a bit harder, more pronounced than they had been a moment ago.
"Whew," I actually said, not realizing I'd voiced my feelings perhaps, though mom smiled almost seductively at me as she once more tucked away her breast back inside her sarong, recreating her original look.
"Go see what's keeping your brother," she told me. "See if he needs any help with his outfit."
"I think I'll see if Chris is up for doing that," I told her then. To which dad once more chuckled as he stood there turning the steaks.