The beginning of a family “friendly” meal

When your mother returns from washing up, shock at the sight of her nearly causes you to spill your just-filled water glass before it hits the table. She is fully tits-out while examining the contents of the oven. That solves the mystery of the mismatched fashion; she only wore a shirt at all as an alternate apron.

If she’s okay with this being the new norm at home, then you aren’t going to say anything to dissuade her, at least not on purpose. Instead you ask about the food and learn that it’s almost ready to come out. Your mother skirts around acknowledging her partial nudity, though you can tell by her slight fidgeting and vocal hesitation that she’s at least a little nervous.

When your sister returns, her outfit is unchanged except for the addition of some cute apple-shaped earrings. It seems she spent most of her time applying a full face of naturalistic makeup, and probably also on taking selfies with it to feed the simps. She too stops dead in her tracks at the sight of her topless mother scooping vegetables onto plates, only your sister’s reaction is much less subtle than yours.

“Uh, Mom? What the fuck?” she questions with a slight chuckle, something between a nervous laugh and the amused convulsions of sheer surprise. Even as she asks this, your sister’s eyes are set squarely on your mother’s breasts.

The nervous fidgeting intensifies. “What’s the matter sweetie, did I do something wrong?” With darting eyes, your mom directs the question at you as well.

“I think Hannah’s just not used to seeing you so comfortable with yourself” you dismiss while nabbing hot plates.

Mom catches on quickly and follows where you left off, “Oh, uh, yeah,” her voice wavers, “I’m trying to be a– a positive role model and, y’know, show that bodies aren’t shameful in this house.”

Along with the last plate, you sit yourself down and retrieve the placeholder phone. You’re hoping the social pressure will cause your family to drop the titty question and get on with brunch. Your tactic proves a partial success; Mom follows your cue and sits down beside you. Hannah shifts closer but remains hesitant. “Oookay, so this is a revelation from one of your ‘spirit journeys’?” she continues grilling.

“Hm, that might have had an impact? But mostly I was talking with your sister and she was telling me about some of the things I did right as a parent.”

None of that is untrue, but saying it out loud does shift the focus of Hannah’s interrogation onto you. “It was Your idea?” She asks with some trepidation, hand unmoving on the chair to your right.

Can’t very well deny it when your mother is in the same room. The only way out of this hole is through. “Yeah? And I stand by it.” You try your best to make a courage-gathering breath sound incidental, and remove your shirt, draping it over the backrest of your chair. “See? This is just normal family stuff.”

Your response leaves Hannah speechless. You’re not sure whether it was the unexpected confession or the usual hypnotic lure your sister gets from your naked body. Either way, her line of questioning stops as she silently stares at your tits. “You wanna sit down? Food’s getting cold” you prompt her.

“It’s okay if you’d rather eat alone” your mother interjects, “I mean” she turns to you, “if you would be comfortable with that?”

Before you have time to answer, Hannah goes ahead and sits down. “No, you wanted this to be a family meal, let’s stick with that.” Her eyes bounce between your and your mother’s tits, trying and failing to choose one pair to stay on. “It just… feels a little sudden to me.”

“Do me a favor, Sis” you emphasize ‘favor’ to make sure she gets the hint, “just chill out and go along with this.”

As soon as Hannah hears the word ‘favor’, she relaxes. “Okay, but I’m not taking my clothes off.” She looks resigned to spend the meal with only you and Mom topless.

This misunderstanding just won’t do. Mom is getting more fidgety. Hannah’s **** must be putting seeds of doubt in her mind. She crosses her arms in front of her breasts. “That’s fine sweetheart, keep wearing whatever makes you feel comfortable.” She reaches across to put a hand on Hannah’s shoulder. “Just know that you always have the option.”

“Yeah, this should be a house where boundaries are respected! I completely agree” you state, pointedly staring at Hannah. “I wouldn’t want to make my sister uncomfortable. It’s important that we’re all on equal footing.”

A look of anxious realization creeps onto your sister’s face. “Oh, y– yeah, when you put it like that, I guess it does seem like a safe environment to be able to do this.” She pulls down the straps of her leotard, releasing her breasts from the slight compression as they’re exposed.

Your mother visibly relaxes once everyone is at an equal state of undress. She stops covering herself and lets her arms fall. She reaches for your hand across the edge of the table. You have to pass your phone to your right hand under the table to free your left for holding Mom’s. Her unusually strong grip alerts you to it being an attempt to calm herself down more than for your sake. You stroke her knuckles with your thumb in response.

“I’m so glad we can all be comfortable together” your sister declares, also settling into acceptance of this weird situation. She picks up a fork and takes the first bite of the day. She’s staring intensely at your body while she chews. “Honestly, I love being able to stare at Violet’s perky boobs.”