I'd woken up with a headache and in a bit of a fog after a night of drinking, with family staying over. I couldn't handle putting on a bra so I just threw on one of my husbands extra-large sweatshirts to cover my very large tits. I wondered into the kitchen where I found my niece sitting at the kitchen table in the same condition.
We'd always done the giggling girls thing and were very comfortable in close contact with each other. I'm in my late thirties and still have a good sex life with my husband, and still get a thrill with my more-than-ample breasts attracting attention most anywhere I go. I won't say I'm skinny, but not fat either. I see men's eyes always glancing at my rack when out in public, and many females also.
Karen always dressed in loose clothes and was a plain girl, I don't know if she'd even been on a date. With her hair chopped just above her shoulders and round-lens glasses, she looked kind of like a rag doll with tits. Big tits run in my family and she was like a B or maybe C-cup, it was hard to tell under her clothes. They were very sexy, nice and full in a pillow-like way.
I don't know how they managed, but the men folk made it out the door this morning for a weekend hunting trip. I always love to be fucked, but its not as enjoyable with a drunk husband putting all his weight on me while I'm trying to guide-in his half-erect dick. I do love him and I wouldn't start a fight over it, he's kept me happy making regular cum deposits in my pussy and mouth for many years.
After sitting at the kitchen table for a while without a thought in my pickled brain, I went out to the couch and sat down. Karen had followed me out and lay down beside me with her head on my lap. As usual, I put my hand on her tummy and she folded up her arms to cradled my left arm.
We started getting silly and talking about nothing when she asks about my big tits. I told her how I had to go to a custom bra maker. Although very large, they are shapely with my nipples turned up. She asked if they were a burden and I said they'd been worth it.
We got back into frivolous talk for a bit when I noticed that she was slowly bringing my hand up against the bottom of her breasts. When we'd have a good giggle she'd hug my hand and press it onto them even more. I was enjoying it once I caught-on and was curious to feel her breasts. I started to cup them, which turned into a fondle. Karen was very willing to let me explore and left herself accessible. I'd never groped a women before, but was so turned-on that I kept taking what she'd give me.
I moved my hand down to the bottom of her shirt, she stopped cradling it and let me go up it. I quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra ether, and that I liked having her young, pillow breasts in my hand. I couldn't keep my hands off of her chest and started to hope that I'd see them.