A quick phone call and she had rescheduled her appointments for another day. Karen noted with some satisfaction that the traffic was clearing. She drove carefully through the pouring rain and it wasn’t long before she was back in her neighbourhood. As she turned into her road, she pressed her automatic garage door opener. Nothing happened.
“Shit!” she said softly to herself. “Why the fuck doesn’t the remote work?!”
She drove in closer and kept pressing the button on the remote. Nothing happened.
“This is getting to be ridiculous.” She grumbled. Karen parked the car in the driveway and turned to look for the umbrella she usually kept in the car. It wasn’t to be found and she realised she had used it just yesterday and hadn’t remembered to put it back. “Pretty stupid Karen” she muttered. “Now your gonna get soaked again.”
She waited for the rain to abate a little before she flung the door open and ran to the house. She fiddled with her keys and finally entered her house, leaving a little puddle on the floor.
“errr…. Hi Mom”
Karen spun round to see her son Alex sitting at the dining table with three other boys and two girls, books sprawled all over the table.
“You’re all wet Mom…..” Alex said as his friends stared at his mother. “you’d better dry off.”
“Y-yes, I will.” Karen mumbled, as she realised that all eyes were on her. Turning quickly, she marched up the stairs.
“Oh my God! You never told us your mother was a babe”
“Did you see those tits on her?”
“And that ass…oh wow! Her ass is almost as tight as yours Jenn”
“Shutup Mark, or you’re not getting anymore of it.”
“Did you catch those legs? They’re amazing.”
“Guys! Come on! That’s my mother you’re talking about. Please.!”
Karen stood at the top of the stairs, amazed at what she had heard. She was pleased that Alex had stood up for her and yet a little peeved that he had stopped the compliments. She must look a mess, and yet there were these compliments. She made her way to the bedroom and picked up a towel to dry her long brown hair.
There was still a lot of comments being made downstairs but she couldn’t make out any of it. She thought she heard some laughter too and at times raised voices. A slight tremor ran through her – she didn’t know if it was the cold or the fact that she was being appreciated. With a thin smile on her face, she tossed the towel aside and turned to face the mirror.
Her smile disappeared when she saw her reflection. Her light brown summer dress was soaked through and clung to her like wet glue. The dress was practically transparent now and outlined her long shapely legs, the slight bulge around her tummy and her ample breasts. Her blue lacy panties and beige bra could be seen clearly and the wet dress exposed the top of her breasts. Looking closer, she could see her nipples casting black spots under her dress.
“Oh my God!” she gasped as he hand flew to her mouth. “I’m practically naked.”
“Yes Mother…….that you are…..and they all saw you.”
For the second time in hardly ten minutes, Karen spun around to see her son leaning in the doorway. His eyes were burning into her, staring at her near naked form. She subconsciously dropped her eyes to his crotch where his cock was tenting out his pants. In a reflex action, she raised her hands to cover her breasts and crotch area.