As she came back into the living room, Jon got an unobstructed view of her. She was wearing ...
... what could only be described as some perverted version of a schoolgirl costume. Her legs were clad in white stockings that ended above her knees. Her feet has black high heeled mary-janes. Her (huge) breasts were encased (barely) by a white shirt that was tied between the two mountainous globes. Black suspenders held up an extremely short pink and black plaid skirt. So short, in fact, that he could see her pink panties.
His own underwear, which wasn't hidden by any pants, thanks to his sister, was straining to hold onto his erection. He was standing in the kitchen, staring at his mother amazed when his sister came into the room.
"Oh, hi mom!" she said, strutting on her own heels. "Nice outfit! New?"
"Dana, sweetie! I'm glad you're home!" she crossed the kitchen to stand in front of her daughter, modeling, "I was at the grocery store and they called my license plate number. Turns out I parked in a special spot, and I won a prize! A new outfit every day! This is todays. What do you think?"
Dana approached her mother and, much to Jon's surprise, grabbed her ass. The vision of his sister dressed as a sexy cop pulling his mother (as a sexy student) into a breast shmooshing hug was almost too much. He was desperately trying to think of the unsexiest things he could (dead puppies, brussel sprouts) when Dana said, "I think it's hot," and pulled her mother into an even hotter french kiss.
"I'm out of here!" Jon exclaimed as he and his erection darted outside, not even caring that he wasn't wearing any pants. He didn't get far, however, because...
