Mom had been living with us for ten days the first time she left her bedroom door open while changing. I was passing by on the way to the toilet when I glanced in and caught her removing her blouse. Standing in her big, well-filled, white bra shocked me since she was always extremely modest. Her deep and long cleavage was as arresting as her well-rounded mounds. I could only see the shadows of her nipples in profile.
She turned her back to the door as she removed her bra. Her shapely tits in profile made mini me leap to attention. Though she stood at the window rubbing her tits, the pale reflection alone made me throb. I couldn't move away and waited for her to turn and willingly show me her naked D-cups, maybe offer them to me? Instead, she pulled on a pajama top without turning. I walked away as she began buttoning it.
Her black, one-piece swimsuit was the least modest I'd ever seen her in. Come to think of it, she seemed to enjoy my staring at her. With winter ending, that was nearly a year ago. I loved her toned legs then and I wondered if they were still so sexy. Maybe it's time to open the hot tub and get us all in there.
When I returned to her room, I stuck my head in, saw her in her full, heavy flannel pajamas, and invited her to join us for a nightcap. "Um, I don't know. I'm already in my Pjs so maybe . . ."
"Don't worry about that, mom. We'll get in ours too and enjoy the crackling fireplace together. Come." She took a hesitant step, turned back, then shrugged and took my hand. I lead her to the fireplace. "White wine for you?" After seating her on a floor pillow, I went for my wife, April. "Honey, I think mom is relaxing a bit. Let's take advantage of her mood. She's waiting for us by the fire. I think she saw me watch her put on her Pjs and didn't stop. Why don't you put on your heaviest, translucent lingerie and nothing else? Come join us and pretend to be modest too. Maybe I'll try to prank her and loosen her up so we don't have to worry about privacy any longer."
"Hmm, considering tomorrow is April first, if it goes wrong, we can always blame it on a bad April Fools' joke. What will you wear since. . .?"
"You just watch. I'll be right out." April sat deliberately awkward with a wine in her hand. I watched from the hall as her untied, short "robe" fell open and exposed one bare tit to mom. Her eyes popped open. She also glanced at April's translucent panties and the patch of hair over her shaved pussy. Mouth open, mom slowly glanced away and pretended she saw nothing. Mom had seen April in a bikini a few times, so her tiny A-cup wasn't a surprise, just startling bared. The clear shadow of her pussy made her frame jerk.
A few minutes later, I joined them wearing just my solid blue boxers with my wine. Mom gasped and scanned me where I stood just two feet from her. "My, but aren't you two cold wearing so little?"
April said, "No mom. We generally sleep naked all year. We both dressed up for you. Your flannel Pjs are making me sweat. Can you at least unbutton . . .?" she reached over and opened two of mom's buttons, exposing two inches of cleavage. Mom quickly clasped the top together. "Mom, less is showing than in your swimsuit. Relax. It's just us here."
She released her grip and her top billowed a bit. Still standing above her, I had a great view of her left tit, but her swollen nipple hid against her top. She had to know I was looking, yet she stared at April's shapely legs as they folded and turned, then fixated on my wife's swelling pussy. "Maybe I should go to bed and give you some privacy?" she blushed as she turned toward me. Nearly spilling her wine, she gasped. While she stared at my wife, I had slipped my dick out the simple opening in my boxers and pretended not to notice. I knew how to play that game.
"What's wrong, mom?"
