She quickly unbuttoned the buttons and let her arm slide out of the dress. She stood there with her bra and slip feeling the relief of being free from...the dress’ confines. Josh just watched her. “What are you doing Mom?” he said in his best actor’s voice. Julie now noticed her situation. She had just taken off her dress in front of her son. He had seen her without a dress many times but not suddenly like this in the kitchen. “I think I’m having an anxiety attack,” she said as she looked down. The whips, chains, and paddles hang along the right side of the door. I know he will soon look my way. I look down at the floor, standing tall.He likes to have me dressed when we go into this room. He says it is sexier to be able to take my clothes off, than just to be naked and waiting. I see the look in his eyes, undressing me in his mind. He loves when I wear tight jeans that hug my ass. I hear his steps getting closer. I don't dare look. He knows I can't kneel for too long because of my bad. Thoroughly exhausted from their sexual romp, they cuddled up in the large bed and fell fast asleep, with Maren in the middle.They woke up at their usual time, with everyone in a good spirits after the sexual activities of the previous night. They gave each other good morning kisses, before heading off to the washroom for their morning ablutions. Then they got dressed to start their day.Mark and Annabelle invited Maren to spend the day with them, but she declined the invite, saying she had. They looked perfect. Her mom has implants. But Heather's breasts were the most spectacular, real tits I think I had ever seen. A full C cup. Tan lines accentuated the size and perfect symmetry of them.Heather sat down on the edge of her bed, reading something on her phone. After a few seconds, one hand moved up her tummy and I watched as she touched both breasts. Lightly caressing them and gently pinching her nipples. One. Then the other. Then Heather's hand went back down her body, settling in.