"Well, Mom," began Chris, "I haven't made any plans yet. I wanted to hang out here for a while." Chris noticed the thin robe his mother was wearing over her skimpy nightgown. She was in great shape, he noticed. She could probably pass for a woman 10 to 15 years younger. She had a great rack, probably as big if not bigger than his sisters.
"That is good, Chris. I think some family bonding time would be wonderful. We don't do that that much anymore. I want to spend time with my children." Margaret's hand reached up to the tie on her robe and she absentmindedly grasped the tie. One good pull would untie her robe, revealing her sexy nightie underneath.
"How about you girls?" she asked her daughters. |