Company in the kitchen

Vanessa grasped Lauren's hand, forcing Lauren to shift her arm to cover both nipples as she stumbled bow legged after her sister. Vanessa practically dragged her down the stairs. Lauren's eyes widened as she heard strange voices in the kitchen. She dug in her heels but Vanessa easily hauled her into the kitchen.

Lauren's cheeks instantly turned bright red as she saw four of her mother's friends, all women in their late thirties or early forties chatting over coffee. They all turned as they saw Lauren and Vanessa enter.

"Hi Vanessa." One of the women said. "And who's this cute little girl?"

"Oh, that's my oldest Lauren." Lauren's mother said.

"Are you kidding?" Another of the women spoke up. "That can't be Lauren, isn't she in her 20s?"

"That's right." Lauren's mother proceeded to tell Lauren's whole humiliating story, while Lauren just clutched her rock hard nipples, cheeks burning the whole time. The women all stared at Lauren in disbelief.