Out for a walk.

"Hey Cassandra."

Your step-mom turns to look at you from her bowl stirring. "John! You're going out?"

"Yes," you say after a quick thought.

"I see."

The MILF quickly wipes her hands. Removing her apron, she turns and walks up to you, but not before swiping the leash off the counter, the one usually reserved for Bernie, the family Labrador.

"Do you think you can walk me?"

Tearing your gaze from her boobs, you look at the leash in her hand, then nod, tossing your sister's shorts to the side. "Sure thing, Cass."

Cassandra goes on all fours, looking up at you. "I appreciate it, John."

"No problem." You fasten the collar and leash around her neck. Then you caress her back, which causes her to giggle.

"Oh, John, stop!"

You walk out the house with your hot step-mom crawling in front of you. As you make your way down the block, a few neighbors pass by. As they smile and greet you, they see your step-mom attached to your leash, and turn to puppy eyes.

"Who's a good bitch? Who's a good little bitch?"

Your mom just smiles, eyes closed, as she points her face at them wordlessly and lets them pet her on the head and even grab a handful of her boobs dangling against her strained top, then grope her ass.

A few encounters in this vein and some blocks later, you arrive at another simple picket fence home. As you ring the doorbell, you feel a tug pulling at your hand. Following the leash you find your lovely step-mom by a bush, one leg bent over it.

"Cass! Come here!" you tug at her collar. She scampers back, a quiet whimper through her throat. When you check her bottom, you see a wet spot is apparent through the crotch of her jeans, and tsk-tsk. "Bad girl."

Cassandra frowns when the door opens.

"John," emerges a feminine voice, "hey!"

"Hey Heather!"

"And you brought Cassie with you too!" The cute dirty blonde squatted down to pat your step-mom's head, then echoed familiar words. "Hey bitch! Who's a good lil' bitch, hmm? You're a good lil' bitch!"

"Just wanted to come in and chat a bit," you say once Heather stands back up. "Didn't catch you at a bad time, did I?"

"No, not at all," the girl smiles. She was a cute, relatively inconspicuous girl. After getting to know her enough, you found her round and cute nub nose and face and smooth skin meandering into your fantasies. As a friend, (a taken one), you left it there. But circumstances certainly have changed.

"Come in," she invites you as you look at her tanktop with shimmering eyes. She then adds, without barely a glance in your direction, "I hope you don't mind if I take my top off."

"I'm sorry?" you say while pulling off your shoes. Heather looks back at you unfazed.

"Yeah, we're actually a topless household. Only bare torsos indoors and all!" she casually laughs. Her shirt is already pulled up halfway to reveal her midriff, just paused to finish her sentence. Then, with a flourish she pulls it over her head, showcasing her naked, silky tits and prominent areolae in all their glory. Shrugging, she throws the tanktop into a basket by the door. "I know you've never seen me without my shirt on before, soo... whoop, girl tits! Flop flop, for thr naked eye to see," she gave another trivial laugh before continuing. "But we're still cool, right?"

You nod, eyes on her tits. "Yep."

"Great," she pulls her shoulders up then down. Your eyes once again dwell on her tits. She claps her hands. "So. Drinks, anything?"

You think for a bit, then decide on something indeed quenching.

"I'll take some breast milk. If your mom's home."

Heather shows no indication of anything wrong in that statement, or how inadvertently uncouth that would have been to her own mother, as she casually folds her arms underneath her chest. "Sure thing. She's gardening out back but I'll get her for you. Oh, we also got ice cream if you want." Heather trails off, one foot dallying backward.

"I'll grab it, you can just get your mom."

"Alright pal!" she pokes. "Stay put, I'll be right back with some tit milk!"

Heather slides out to the back-yard, as topless and jiggly as she was happily indifferent.