"Well I hope to finish going through uncle Harry's papers today, then tomorrow I can see the lawyer." She's slipping on a tank top without a bra and pulling on a pair of panties, as I walk past her into the bathroom to brush my teeth. That's all she's wearing when I go into the kitchen to join her for breakfast. I can't believe how firm mom's t**s are for her age. She looks amazing in the tank top, no sag at all. The material, stretching across her chest, gives no definition to her individual t**s except for the firm round sides and the outline of her n*****s, pushing against the thin material. We've finished eating and I'm just watching her clear the dishes when there is a knock at the door.
"You better put some more clothes on mom." I tell her as I go to answer it. It's Nicole.
"Hi." S
