Your Mom came out of her room, beaming. She had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants that didn't hug her curvy body. She went downstairs and began making dinner, calling you and your sister down to set the table. When you had finished, you watched your Mom cooking and thought it was weird that she was cooking on her tiptoes, but it made sense to you because of how short you were. You often liked teasing your mom about her height and she would always laugh it off, but you couldn't tell if it actually hurt her or not. part of you thought that she might actually be insecure about her height, similar to your sister Tina.
You first noticed something strange when your mom came over with the dinner and stood next to you... she usually came up to your shoulders in 3-inch heels, but she was almost at their level standing barefoot on the kitchen tiles. Your mouth opened a little and you were tempted to say something but your mom put a hand on her hip and shouted, "Dig in!"
Dinner was good and your mom had a glass of red wine and seemed hungrier than usual. She finished off Tina's food that she didn't want and went up for seconds and even thirds. Her stomach growled and she patted her stomach with a smile. She downed another glass of wine and winked at you, saying, "Mama's a little tired and feeling full so I'm going to go lay down for a bit. You kids will clean up." She stood up and You noticed her chest sticking out prominently, although her t-shirt made it hard to tell how big her bust really was. You had seen her in a bikini a few times and had to admit, she had a pretty decent body, as wrong as you felt for saying that. She was definitely what your friends called a MILF and you wondered why she could never seem to hold on to a guy for more than a few dates.
Karen sauntered over and planted a big kiss on your cheek, leaving a lipstick mark, before crashing on the couch and falling asleep. You watched her chest rise and fall, amazed she'd fallen asleep so quickly. You and Tina took care of the dishes and then you went upstairs to chill in your room. About an hour or so later, when it was already dark out, you heard a knock at your door.
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