Karen’s Mother

Fbailey story number 300


Karen’s Mother


My daughter Lori only gets to visit me on weekends since the divorce. I rent half a house from a divorced woman with a daughter named Karen that is my daughter’s age. They get along very well and Lori spends at least one night at their house, usually Friday night.

Karen’s mother Melody is a fine looking lady too. At thirty-three she is in excellent shape. She runs five or ten miles every morning and participates in marathons too. She looks wonderful in a tight T-shirt and tight jeans. She is all leg and I find that a real asset.

I moved in last September and now that it is April and the weather had turned much better I noticed that Melody had started wearing tiny shorts and half shirts a lot.

Then one Friday I picked Lori up at her mother’s place and brought her back. Karen came over to play with her for a while until bedtime because her mother was taking a long hot bubble bath. You know the kind with plenty of bubbles, lots of lit candles, romantic music, and a bottle of wine. Well just before bedtime Melody came over to get the girls and did she ever look good.

There is one door that come into the house from the street and then our two doors depending on which side you wish to visit. In other words Melody did not have to go outside to get to my apartment, so she didn’t bother to put anything on to cover herself up with.

I was treated to Melody wearing just a pair of pink lacy thong panties and a pink half shirt. The bottom portion of her breasts including her nipples were hanging out the bottom of her top. I was very impressed.

Karen shouted, “Mom you’re supposed to wear a bra. You know that your boobs are hanging out and that it’s not a pretty sight?”

I replied, “oh contrary, I think they’re simply lovely.”

Melody smiled and said, “Thank you kind sir.”

Karen said, “Mom you’re drunk.”

It was really strange seeing their roles reversed like that. Karen was chastising her mother’s choice in clothes rather than what my wife does to our daughter. Maybe that’s why I let Lori dress any way that she wants too when she is with me.

Melody lifted up her top to reveal her long saggy breasts. They looked like something out a cartoon with a little old lady. However I found them extremely exciting to look at.

Karen said, “Mom you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Melody replied, “Why? He likes them. Look at the bulge in his pants.”

Karen said, “Mom you’re disgusting.” Then she ran out.

Surprisingly Lori said, “I like your boobs Melody. I wish mine were like that.” Then my daughter lifted her T-shirt up to her armpits to reveal her tiny boobs to me for the very first time ever.

Melody removed her half shirt then she helped Lori out of her T-shirt.