You grin nervously at your girlfriend, Sarah - dressed in an eye-stealing red 'dress' that clings tight to her braless, perky B-cup breasts and only barely hides her hips.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," you say, glancing up the stairs as you wait for your mother to come down.
Sarah shrugs, "Your mom's always been pretty cool with us, though... I mean, she's always telling us to go out and party, so..."
"As you should, ," answers the voice of your mom, appearing at the top of the stairs. You try to not stare - she had donned a dress almost identical to Sarah's except it is black and a bit tighter - her bulging, D-cup bosom hardly contained by the low-cut top. "How do I look," she asked, standing in front of Sarah and spinning around.
"Very sexy, Mrs. ," Sarah grins. "You'll have to beat them off tonight!"
"I'm sure," your mom says, smiling thankfully. "Well, let's not keep your aunt and sister waiting, honey! They are already there!"
And so a short drive later, you meet your younger sister Amanda and aunt Clarissa inside the crowded dance club, both already a bit drunk and ready to get you on the dance floor! |