Shannon gets Stuck

Shannon stood on the front porch balancing one of the two shopping bags she was carrying and juggled her keys out to open the front door to the front door of her modest ranch home. With a bit of confustion she thubmed the keys trying to find the house key. After several times through the ring she realized the key to the door was not there and she stood there awkwardly puzzled for a bit before remembering she had taken the house, and mail key, off that morning and left it on her kitchen counter along with the mail she had retrieved from the locked community mailbox just down the street.
“Fuck,” she thought to herself, trying the door anyway and finding it definitely secure. Whomever had left after her must have locked the bolt and she probably locked the knob.
“Damn,” she fumed and struggled back to the car, setting her bags down in the back frustrated, fishing out her phone to call up a family member was her first thought. This would have been a great option had anyone answered. She left voice and text messages.
“Shit,” she swore, frustrated, standing there in her casual blouse, skirt and heels in the driveway, looking every bit the suburban working mom. She stared up at the house from the driveway then decided to walk around the back of the house and test to see if maybe she could find a way in. Knowing it was not going to work she tested the roll up garage door first, bending over and grabbing the handle, giving it a tug angrilly.
Shannon was a big girl. Not fat, just thick. Standing 5’10” and even taller in heels her big head of curly red hair made her look even taller. Shannon was built like an amazon at 41 years old and sporting a hefty 42E rack, 40 inch hips, and a 38 inch waist. Still hot even with having birthed and rasied two teens. She presented quite a picture to anyone who might have seen her bent over in her short skirt and tight blouse, yanking her door showing off her cleavage and long legs. A classic suburban soccer mom MILF Shannon got the attention of just about any cock she passed, even the gay ones liked her for her classic redhead look. Shannon smiled at her frustration, standing up with her hands on her wide mommie hips for a moment then set off to test the garage door on the side yard of the suburban ranch style home.
Leaving the driveway Shannon walked around the side of the garage to the gate leading to the back door. Pulling the rope that popped the gate’s latch Shannon was immediately greeted by the family dog. Harley was a big old bundle of happy. A black lab full of energy and love and play. He wagged and ran around Shannon, smiling up and excited to see one of his pack home.
Shannon took a moment to greet the dog then stepped through the gate, shutting it behind her and walking along the cement path to the garage’s side door. Testing it she found it also locked so she continued on as Harley followed, wagging excitedly as Shannon continued to test the integrity of the house.
Having tested all the doors and windows available and finding none would allow her entry Shannon stood on the back porch in typical pose, hands on hips, thinking of what to do next. She checked her phone then looking down at Harley said, “Well, we’re fucked aren’t we boy?”
Shannon smiled and pet the big old stud’s head as he just looked up at her, panting and smiling in his dog way. Shannon didn’t realize it, or even think of it, but Harely had an awesome view. Shannon was not one to wear underwear. In fact, she didn’t own any panties at all. Bras, yes, she had to, she had watermelons for tits, but no panties. It was her, “thing,” her way of being maybe a little naughty in the great wide world of suburban blandness. Harley, however, did not know to appreciate the view up her skirt but if he had then he would have enjoyed the seeing her bare white mommie ass and perhaps the occasional glimpse of her trimmed bush and pink tight pussy. Shannon was a fan of her bush. While it was in vouge to shave or wax according to her soccer mom friends, Shannon had a nice full red bush so she just kept is nice and neat and trimmed. During swisuit season she knocked it back a bit more to keep it hidden under her suit bottoms.
Shannon straightened again after patting Harley’s head for a bit and stood there staring at the house trying to think of what to do next when her eyes dropped to the bottom of the french door leading from the back porch into her kitchen. She blinked for a second then smiled seeing the pet door at the bottom of the door installed to let Harley run back and forth from the house and the yard. Shannon smiled then looked down at Harley.
“Well! Why didn’t you say something?” Harley just stared up at her, smiling his dog smile and of course not replying.
Shannon approached the door and looked at it, testing it with her hand and realizing it would be a very, very tight fit. Especially for her, she was not sure she could even get her tits through the opening. But, looking between the door and Harley she sized it up and decided she could at least give it a try and with that got down onto all fours and poked her head in, looking around her kitchen and smiling up at the counter seeing her keys sitting there with the mail.
Encouraged Shannon worked an arm in, then, twisting got her shoulders through and her other arm. With her head and shoulders through the door she wiggled a bit giggling at what must be quite the view that anyone might have were they to look over the suburban fence into the back yard.