POV
SARA & JOSH WILLIAMS
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Josh and Sara had just finished up soccer practice. They were now waiting for there mother Barbara to pick them up.
Sara and Josh were both twins with blond hair, Josh was on the boys soccer team, and Sara the girls soccer team.
They were the best on each there teams, but because it rained last night they were now both covered in mud. Not that either of them minded.
Then there mom showed up.
Sara and Josh stopped there conversation and waved to there moms car.
Only to drop there bags jaws on the floor, as there mother. Barbara Williams, stepped out of the car in a playboy bunny suit and high heals waving to them full of energy.
Barbara waved at her kids but Josh and Sara were too stunned to wave back.
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The car ride home was awkward to say the least.
Sara sat in front and Josh in the back.
Barbara would not answer WHY she was wearing a playboy bunny suit.
But when Sara asked WHERE she got it. Barbara responded: “I’ve just had this old thing in the closet for years and never found time to wear it.” Then adjusting the matterial of the outfit in front making it clear to Sara the woman in the bunny suit wasn’t wearing a bra.
The car rode on in silence from then on.
Barbara occasionally rubbing the tight fish net stalkings around her legs together to scratch under the matterial.
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When they arrived home Sara and Josh immediately went to separate bathrooms without talking to one another.
Both to embarrassed by there mothers display when picking them up from soccer.
Josh took a shower in one bathroom.
Sara, a bath in another bathroom.
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POV CHANGE
JAKE INSIDE BARBARA WILLIAMS BODY INSIDE A PLAYBOY BUNNY SUIT
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You smile evilly to yourself at your work.
Embarrassing Barbara’s kids stirred something inside you. Something hot.
Maybe you could embarrass them some more at home.
You put Barbara’s fingers to your chin and smile.
It was almost dinner time.
But they also looked pretty dirty, maybe help clean them up?
You squeeze your breasts together in the tight fabric with your hands.
Or maybe slip into something more comfortable while you bake?
Or just something more comfortable while some else bakes for you?
Choices choices.