Knock on the door

I knock on the door.

"Just a minute!" I hear cry back from inside the room.

Susan came up behind me, and placed her hands on my shoulders. I shuddered at the feeling of her boobs squished against my back. "Is my little girl keeping you out of her room? Even after she went out of her way to invite you here? Shame on her."

I couldn't respond, the boobs muffling any feeling in my body. I heard footsteps quickly approach the door followed by the lock clicking. The door opened up to revealed a short haired, short stature, figure wearing a hoodie. "H-hey! Sorry, I thought you were gonna be over later." She muttered to me. She was huffing really hard.

"Nope. I arrived exactly when you told me to." I replied with a smile.

"Now Rose. That's no way to greet your guest. Show some decorum and let him in." Susan said.

But as I approached the room, Rose blocked my path.

"Y-you can't go in there!" She said. "It's...messy! Right, messy. And you wouldn't want to see my underwear strewn about the place, would you?"

If her mom wasn't standing RIGHT behind me, I might responded in the affirmative. But Susan's presence told me to keep my mouth shut.

"Really? This is so not like you! You invite your friend over and you don't even make your room look decent? Shame on you!" Susan reprimanded Rose. "You need to be punished young lady!"