Maureen smiled, lifting her dress, her pussy bare and dripping wet, but she knew better than to touch herself without her owners permission.

She sighed, and her phone beeped.

"Wear your shortest shorts," it read. "And the tank top that barely contains your tits."

"Yes sir," she replied, knowing full well the outfit Ben was talking about.

**********

"Oh, what the hell, mom?" Lainey groaned as Maureen walked through the living room.

She was wearing a pair of spandex shorts that left nothing to the imagination, her big round ass bouncing and jiggling as she walked, and a tiny tank top that was more sports bra than anything else, cut...