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Originally Posted by George VI
We arrived early at my sister-in-law's house, mid-morning, for Thanksgiving, because my wife was going to help with some of the cooking. My mid-fifties SIL greeted me with a hug, and purely out of instinct I flattened my palm on her back and checked for a bra, even though at her age and this late in the day I just presumed she would be wearing one. But a rapid palm rub up and down her back over the thin fabric of her shirt made it clear that there was no bra.
The rest of her nuclear family, including her husband, were out doing chores, and so the three of us sat at the kitchen island for twenty or thirty minutes. With my eyes about two or so feet from her chest, I stared at her tight t-shirt, and found her nipples, a little lower than the last time I can recall seeing her this visibly braless, many years, perhaps decades, ago. Despite her age and some extra pounds and her hair tied back and no makeup, I really enjoyed the view. She's not particularly tall, maybe 5' 5", but I still surmised that her big heavy breasts (if she'd been wearing a bra it would probably be a 38D US) were an inviting sight. It would have taken two of my hands to fully grasp just one of her breasts, something I silently pondered while staring at them.
Finally my SIL went upstairs to get ready for the other guests, returning in something loose and casual, so when the rest of the guests arrived they did not get to enjoy the same view I had earlier.
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This same SIL spent the night at my house recently. Still a blonde in her fifties, attractive for her age, a little extra flesh on her, with large breasts. Two other female relatives were staying with us. I was the only male in the house. I went to bed before the others did.
When I came downstairs in the morning, I found my SIL asleep on the couch. She was sleeping on her back with her blanket kicked off, and she had changed clothes. She was sleeping in a very tight grey tee-shirt, and fairly tight black yoga pants. The yoga pants were not very tight at the crotch, but they were tight around her mature thighs.
I sat in a chair at the end of the couch by her head, looking down at her body as she slept. Her large mature tits were braless, and were still sitting fairly high on her chest, with only the slightest slope to the side. I quietly conversed with the other women in the house, but studied my SIL's body. She would stir occasionally, moving her torso just a little to one side or other. When her chest heaved so did her rolling tits. She turned just slightly onto her left side, and her left tit fell off the to the side of her chest a little. Later she put her right arm up under her right tit, pushing the tit up higher on her chest as I watched it wobble slightly under the t-shirt.
Eventually she woke up, and for the next two hours moved freely around the kitchen and other rooms in the house. Presumably her fleshier older body wouldn't be some men's thing, but I thought her buxom hourglass figure looked sexy in her tight outfit. Several times I detected her nipples poking through her shirt. Her butt was a little large, but round inside the tight yoga pants. She bent down numerous times and gave me a good view of her butt. The yoga pants weren't revealing either panty lines or panty colors. Although I was the only male in the house, she spent some time out on the back deck and yard, showing that her lack of modesty was potentially on display for the neighbors.
Mid-morning she changed into a tight black top, with her tits now encased in what was likely a black bra. Her skirt was hemmed above the knee, light thin cotton fabric, flaring out a little, but tight enough around her big mature butt that they revealed her cheeks rising and falling as she slowly walked with swaying hips.
I have a two-story foyer, and I just happened to be walking by the bottom of the stairs when looked up and saw her in the upstairs hallway, talking to one of the other women through the door of the guest bathroom. I thought her skirt was too long for upskirting through the upstairs railing, but the angle was pretty steep and so I lingered to give it a try.
She turned around and walked briskly to the other end up the upstairs hallway. From my steep angle downstairs I saw her skirt fly up as she turned and accelerated. The flaring out was enough for me to see her panties under the skirt, over her butt. They were black, and cut large, "granny panties" if you will. Still, an erotic view.