Jen stepped off the stairs and walked into the kitchen to grab her lunch. As she stepped into the kitchen, she noticed her mom Carol, leaning against the counter. What she saw there stopped Jen in her tracks.
Carol, as with all women, had stopped aging at thirty which was ten years prior to actual age of forty. Having a thirty-year-old body, she still looked rather hot. Her blonde hair and blue eyes, which Jen had inherited, were still looking sexy. But that wasn't what had drawn jen's attention. What had drawn her attention was her Mom's six round, firm breasts sitting there completely uncovered for all to see. If some of the guys Jen had gone out with were to see Carol, they'd definitely say that she was totally bangable.
"You okay Jen?" Carol asked. "You act as though you've never seen my tits before."
"Sorry," Jen muttered. "I'm okay, just had my mind on other things. And then seeing your six to my four..." Jen smiled. "Just a bit of breast envy. They're just so perfect. And, you've got more than me."
"It's okay, baby," Carol said, wrapping Jen in a big hug, absently pressing Jen's face into her boobs. "At you got four and weren't stuck with just two."
"Yeah, that's true," Jen said, pulling herself out of the hug. "Gotta run. I'll be late otherwise."
"Sure thing," Carol called after her. "Have fun at school."
"Will do." And with that, Jen was out the door.