”“Yeah mom, you really outdid yourself.”“Thank you, I like having you around. It’s always really nice.”“Well, you haven’t “had” me...yet,” Christine says with a devilish grin. Mom looks at her, smiles and looks down. She’s shy and doesn’t know how, or probably if, she’ll move forward on all this. Christine bends over and thanks her by giving her a sisterly kiss but I nearly fainted when mom probably thought she meant otherwise and kisses her instead. Of course Christine doesn’t move away. Fucking. I had planned to do some shoppingor maybe just lounge around the hotel pool. His friendpicked him up so I had the car. I piddled around thehotel and read some, but I soon became restless. Itoccurred to me to go back to the nude beach. I had neverbeen there without my husband and would never haveconsidered it until the previous day. My excitement was building as I slipped on my purplethong, a tee shirt, and the cover up. My heart waspounding as I drove to the beach. Almost in a daze, Iparked in. It was six months since my auntie had given birth. And she had insisted on taking me out for a meal and a drink for all my help. My auntie’s breasts pressed against her little black dress the nipples pressing on the thin black material. Her knickers indented the fat around her middle showing the outline of a skimpy pair of briefs. She had lost most of her mummy fat but as she was still breast feeding for two (the baby and me) the size of her tits was disproportionate to her returning figure. We. 6 ft, she is magnificent with a little heavy and fleshy body. Her close-set boobs looked huge from every angle.At 36 -32–36, she looked smoking hot.Her bewitching sexy body and captivating aura always attracted me. Most of the time, when dad would be home, she would cover her boobs with a dupatta. When we children and mom only would be there, she would remove her dupatta. I always wanted to see them bare.I loved the way they would jiggle when she laughed or when I would get accidentally get a.