Karen and mom look sexy

Their dad had left early... supposedly for work but Matt had seen the text from some female who didn't look half as sexy as their mom, so Matt settled down to breakfast with their mom and Karen.

The morning had already turned hot... no June gloom that day... and his mom and Karen had both dressed accordingly... in short shorts and halters that barely hid anything. In Karen's case, that was cute. In his mom's case it was pretty spectacular. She really did have a nice pair of tits and Matt didn't need to work too hard to justify perving on her just a little. Yeah she was his mom but still.

Their mom said something about cereal but Karen and Matt had already finished the box she'd made. Well, Matt had missed way too many meals over the past few days. He opened the refrigerator... and saw almost nothing. A carton of eggs, some stale bread, a jar of mayonnaise, mustard, and some fake maple syrup.

He checked his phone for a recipe... if he had milk, he could make French toast. "Uh, Karen, I'd make French toast but we don't have any milk. Maybe you could invite Amy over and ask her if she could bring some milk."

"Don't do that," his mom said. "Her parents will think I'm a crappy mother."

Karen looked up from her own phone. "Done. And mother, you're a great parent. Don't stress it."

While they waited for Amy, Matt got to work looking for the spice rack that had never gotten unpacked from when they'd moved a few weeks earlier. He was sweating like a horse by the time he found it and wiped his face on the kitchen towel.

"That is gross," Karen said. "We use that towel to clean dishes. Take off your shirt and use that."

He opened his mouth to object but Karen shot him a wink. Okay, she had a plan. From long experience he knew it was better to go along with Karen's plans than it was to object.

A few minutes later, Amy showed up... and turned bright red when she saw Matt stripped down to his cutoffs. "I... uh, I brought some milk."

"Great," Karen said. "I was worried you were planning on making it yourself."

"Karen!" her mother said, trying to sound shocked but somehow unable to stop herself from giggling.

"Sorry Amy. Sometimes my sense of humor is off."

"It's no problem." Karen tried to hand the milk to Karen without taking her eyes off Matt's chest which would have resulted in disaster if Karen hadn't jumped out of her seat and caught the milk carton before it hit the floor.

"You look very nice, Matt," his mom said. "You have really been working out and it shows."

"You look great also, Mrs. Robbins," Amy said.

"Oh, pishposh. I'm just a middle-aged woman." Still, Matt could see she was flattered.

"Now hang on a minute and I'll put the French toast on," Matt promised. "This is going to be a feast." It had better be because he was starving. And having breakfast surrounded by three attractive women stripped down to almost nothing was very close to a fantasy for Matt... even if one of the women was his mother and another his sister.