Depends on who you are

Just before they had left, the boys took pictures of their handiwork - the "GOT MILF?!" advertisement on Jenn's back, and the bullseye on her buttocks - and sent them to the group chat with the guys and girls.

Sam had reacted the flushed blushing emoji to Matt and Dale's pictures, and she got really flustered at the thought of the boys cumming on her mom like that - in her drunken stupor, she thought it was cum. On one hand, it was quite disgusting and degrading to her mother. On the other, Dale was quite hunky and attractive, having a physique like he worked in the fields...

Before the girls could say anything more, Sam stripped off all of her clothing in the middle of Summer's living room and massaged her breast with one hand while rubbing the bean with the other. The other three girls reacted with bemusement and disgust, but none tried to actually stop her.

"This sucks!" Jenn cursed to herself as she crouched below the hedge - not only was her bikini on the fritz, but the twigs at the bottom of the hedge were scraping her sorely-burnt bottom. Jenn did find it weird, however, that the sunburn was mixed together with non-burnt parts of her body in some strange sort of pattern.

Then Jenn remembered - the spare key! If Jenn could get that key from below the doormat she could let herself in and put all this behind her. Of course, she had to act quick - she could hear the garbage truck rounding the corner down the road! Jenn shot up, the last remains of her bikini tearing off like tissue paper in the bush. No matter, Jenn thought, speed was of the essence here.

So, Jenn dashed across her front yard in the nude and ran up to the porch, crouching over to look for that key and giving anyone lucky enough a juicy view of her posterior, her nether lips, and an oddly-patterned tan.

Meanwhile, the boys had arrived at Summer's house with the bag, unaware of the scene that they were about to walk in to.