"Good morning, Ben, I have yogurt and granola on the table for you." Tiffany was wiping the counters down as she spoke.
She was wearing a pink yoga-style top, much like the one she had on last week when she came into the living room, and a very short, white skirt. She was barefoot had had painted her toe nails pink to match her shirt.
Ben watched her wipe the counter for a moment from behind her. She leaned away from him, sponging wide arcs over the counter. Her skirt lifted and her thin, matching pink thong peeked into view covering her p***y mound.
"f**k!" Ben sighed.
Tiffany turned to the next expanse of counter, now facing him, but focused on her job. She wiped across the marble counter, her t**s wobbling with her strokes.
Ben enjoyed the show as he began his meal.
"Thanks, Mom."
