Jess made it to the car moments before Jen. Their Mom still had four breasts. Jess clearly felt uncomfortable with mom’s extra assets and decided to sit in the back. Jen opened the passenger door and sat down. As they rode, Mom asked the usual questions about her classes and friends. Jen replied, careful not to mention their unusual bodies or her time with Suzy.
Jen didn’t make a habit of staring at her mom’s cleavage, but did notice that she wore a four cupped bra. She was glad to see that her mom's cloths had adjusted for her, but found it a bit unusual. Mom's standard protocol was to drop the bra as soon as she got home from work. Did she feel self conscious from previous day? Jen was a little worried until she realized that it wasn’t just a bra. She also wore a nice blouse and knee length skirt skirt; even a little makeup. Jen guessed that she planned to go out that night. It was Friday after all.
“Are you going somewhere this evening?” Jen asked.
Her mom nodded. “Yep, Dad and I are going on a little date. We’ll leave some money for you and Jess to order a pizza.”
A few miles from their house, Mom turned and asked Jen, “How’s your girlfriend doing? Do you two have plans this weekend?”
Jen was a little confused at first. She wasn’t the type of girl to refer to her friends as “girlfriends.”
She turned to her mom and questioned. “Girlfriend?”
“Yea, How’s Suzy doing. Did you see her today?” Mom replied.
“Oh... OH.” Jen realized.
Jess laughed in the back seat, but quickly stifled it.
“Uh... She’s great. We spent study hall together.”
Jen bit her tongue. It was meant to be a punishment for saying to much. With an ordinary tongue it might have worked. With her extra sensitive tongue, it only hurt for a moment, then sent a warm tingle down the edges. She felt a little stupid as she let out a quiet moan.
Her mom didn’t seem to notice as she said, “That’s nice. I really like Suzy. I don’t think you could have found a better girl.”
Jen appreciated the validation but was a little confused and embarrassed by the conversation. It didn’t help that her sister occasionally giggled at them. She guessed that her friends had told her that they were going out. Fortunately the awkward conversation ended as they pulled into the driveway. Jen didn’t waste any time pushing open the car door. She entered the house, kicked off her shoes in the hallway, then said hello to her dad. He returned the greeting but quickly turned his attention back to some show on TV. Jen didn’t mind his lack of interest. She used the restroom, then went to her own room for some privacy...