Work topless

"...Slip out of that dirty top. It'll do you no good to just go around in a clammy shirt."

"You cannot be serious!" Lisa complained. "There is no way I am stripping just so I can clean the stupid house!"

Lisa's mother let her daughter rant, though her eyes were admittedly fixed a little lower than her daughter's facial features. Honestly, when had her daughter gotten bigger than her? It was a little unfair, and she had a small plan to make Lisa realize it soon. Hearing that her daughter was now just panting after her little tirade, she side dramatically.

"Lisa, you have a choice: One, you remove your shirt so that you can dry off faster and not catch a cold. I don't feel like babying you while you lounge around the house, groaning like the dead. Two, you keep the top on, but to make sure that you don't cause anymore trouble for yourself while mopping, I'll be taking your shorts young lady. Which is it to be?" her mother demanded.

Lisa stood there, a bit shell-shocked. Her own mother, in the guise of keeping her dry and unsick, was basically telling her she'll either have to lose her shirt or shorts. This could not be happening! She was the one to strip others! Not the other way around!

Cursing under her breath, Lisa lay the mop aside for a moment, then hefted her shirt up and over her head. Making sure not to toss it into any dirty or wet spot, she discarded the fabric, then went back to mop, or tried before her mother spoke again.

"Excuse me young lady, but is that one of my bras you are wearing?" came mom's cool tone

Crap! Lisa thought with a bit of trepidation, then turned back to her mother.

"Yeah. My bras hardly fit me anymore, so I was borrowing some to feel better. Why?"

Lisa's mother tsked.

"You know you should ask me Lisa before you go rifling through my dresser. If you had asked, I would have loaned you some before we went shopping. Now give it here."

Lisa blinked.

"Lisa..." her mother warned. "I said give me the bra."

Resigned to her fate, but no less happy, Lisa reached behind her and unclasped the bra, letting it slide down her arms. Keeping one arm over her D-cups, she handed her mother the scarlet silk, then made for her bedroom.

"Where are you going?" her mother asked

"My room. I need a bra mom to cover myself."

"I don't think so Lisa. You brought this on yourself, now you need to deal with the consequences. Back to mopping young lady, chop chop!"

Lisa stared at her mother, wondering if she was joking. She wasn't expecting her to leave her breasts bare as she did her chores was she?! One glance at her mother's expression was all she needed. Her mother was brooking no argument and pointing to the mop she had left. Sighing, she went over to continue, hoping nothing else bad happened to her to make this worse.

"What else could go wrong...?" Lisa muttered under her breath

That was when...

• Lisa's mother admires her topless daughter and wants others to do the same...

• The doorbell rings and Lisa is sent to answer it as is...

• Lisa's mother wants her daughter stripped more, and thinks of something...