Spoilt for choice

Her tone started happy but as you got closer to home and Grace had still not come to a decision, she started to get more worried, finally seeing that it was your time to jump in.

“Okay, okay. Everything you have said sounds fun but I think there's a solution to get the best of both worlds. Start off with the surprise and then just tell her you are actually fine with it all. And for the jacket…” you started to explain, now trying to figure out what was best on the fly.

“...I think leaving that until you leave would be for the best. I know we can only do this once and you have some choice paralysis but trust me, I’ve had a lot of these moments recently and somebody told me I’m doing a pretty good job of it” You continued, throwing her own words back at her and getting her to calm back down.

She hadn’t been panicked enough to affect her driving but you could see her visibly relax back into her seat after you had spoken.

“Is this really how you’ve been feeling recently?” Grace asked, curiosity in her voice.

“Pretty much. Plus the added bonus of wanting to meet everyone's expectations on top of being a normal student” you joked, feeling like the list of your problems was so far removed from reality at this point.

You even got a chuckle out of yourself when you realised your goal of being a therapist to help other people with their problems was getting more and more ironic when you were struggling with your own.

“Well… you are doing a good job…If you ever just want a place to hang out on your own then you can come over to ours. You’re always welcome and just let me know and I’ll let you have some private time” Grace offered, a genuine smile on her lips as she briefly looked your way.

“Thanks. Really” you replied, thankful for the offer even if you knew you would likely not take it.

The both of you didn’t have much more time to contemplate as Grace turned onto the road home and she parked the car shortly after.

You got out of the car with your backpack slung over your shoulder and headed over to the front door with Grace at your side, giving her a quick nod and a smirk as you unlocked the door and got ready for the chaos to unfold.

“I’m home” you announced, firmly shutting the door behind you and Grace so that Mom could hear your arrival.

“Sweetie! Thank god you’re back. Lucy has been…” Mom greeted, almost rushing around the corner to meet you.

It seemed like her concern for her nudity had somewhat disappeared as she didn’t try to cover herself from view. That was until she saw who was actually there to meet her in the hallway. You all seemed frozen but Grace’s eyes widened with a look of glee that you recognised from Emma whenever she got to see a sexual act in person.

“Mary! What are you doing?” Grace said in an exaggerated voice, clearly enjoying herself.

Mom however was too panicked to notice and quickly broke out of her stupor to cover herself. Grace however relented much quicker than you would have, a laugh breaking the silence as she walked up to Mom. While she was still shocked, Mom was frozen and she accepted a hug from Grace without any resistance.

“I’m only kidding, Max already told me what was happening and it was just too good of an opportunity for me to pass up” Grace revealed, pulling Mom tighter into the hug.

All Mom could do was give you a wide-eyed look over Grace’s shoulder while she was stuck processing the events of the past couple of seconds, bringing her arms up to return Grace’s hug.

“Why… but…” Mom attempted to reply, finding it easier to just cling to Grace as that stopped her from pulling away and seeing she was naked again.

“Well Grace hadn’t seen you all weekend and no matter what I said to try and persuade her against coming, that only seemed to make her more determined. I ended up telling her the truth but again, that made her want to see you more” you explained, setting up a story that you and Grace could now follow along to.

“Exactly! You were almost always against showing even just a bit of skin off so I had to see for myself. I know you improved when you came to the gym with us but this was a whole other level. I’m so proud of you!” Grace added, swaying side to side in her hug as she held onto Mom.

“Well it’s not like I’m doing this because I…” Mom started to reply, stopping herself when she realised what she was about to reveal.

“Oh you mean Max’s rules? Or his new role?” Grace questioned.

“You know about that!?” Mom shot back, pulling her upper body away from Grace so she could look her in the eye.

“Sure I do. And I love that for you. For all of you. You’ve looked so much happier recently, even if you have been trying to avoid speaking with me about all this. Trust me, you can talk to me about anything. Hell, I’ve seen you give Max a blowjob in the back of a taxi so…” Grace revealed, starting to give Mom more confidence in their friendship.

“You saw Mom do what?” Lucy interjected, poking her head round the door frame from where she had been in the living room to join the conversation.

“Oh god,” Mom mumbled, closing her eyes while still in Grace’s embrace.

“Well, she was a bit tipsy and have you seen that thing? Who could blame her? I mean I feel like my jaw is still sore from this weekend so I haven’t got a leg to stand on. You know what I mean right?” Grace teased, turning her head to look back at you with a grin.

You knew Grace was playing it up for her audience but you were so glad you had got her to come visit. Her openness was something that was hard to come by normally in the house without things getting awkward and the way she just got both Mom and Lucy to listen to her without a care was something you truly admired.

“Uh yeah he’s…” Lucy replied, going along with the atmosphere until she got embarrassed by what she was about to say.

“Anyway, God it’s warm in here…That’s better. I should get going as I need to check in with Emma but I’ll come round tomorrow for a chat. And Max, if your Mom’s punishment lasts until tomorrow I’ll make sure she’s still naked when I come and see her.” Grace said, taking a step back to remove her jacket and carrying on the conversation as if nothing had changed.