Chapter 1

I tightened my house coat around my waist and checked the clock. 6:45. Just enough time for another cup of coffee before the chaos began. I fixed a cup and then sat down on the couch. I sipped my sweet creamy coffee and stretched my legs out. Sunday mornings could be very stressful for a single, but after eight years on my own I had it down almost to a science.

I looked down at my bare feet. Man I needed a pedicure. My nail polish had almost chipped away entirely, and a summer of being barefoot most of the time had left my feet less than dainty. They were still kinda cute in a way, though. I have big feet and very long toes. Growing up my friends all said I had monkey feet. I used to hate my feet, but then I married a man with a foot fetish. My ex husband was human garbage, but damn he was kinky.

My house coat was open enough for me to see down my body. I’d really let myself go. I’d always been thick. Even in my teens when softball kept me in shape, I was not skinny. I had wide hips, thick thighs, and a fat ass. In other words, typical Italian girl. Everyone thinks Italian girls look like Christina Ricci and Alexandra Daddario, the fact is most of us are short with bug butts and big feet. And big tits. I love these tits. G cups are heavy, but they’re my favorite part of my body. Since having kids I’d really put on the pounds though. When I got married I weighed 172 pounds. Ten years later and I was about 220 pounds (227 if we’re being honest). Most of that weight was in my butt and boobs, but a lot of it went to my belly. So now I had this chubby mommy tummy. Oh well. When you’re working full time and raising three kids, you don’t really have time to hit the gym.

I finished my coffee and checked the clock again. 7:00. Let the games begin!

I got up and walked to my sons’ bedroom. I knocked on the door.

“Caden! Austin! Up and at ‘em.”

Two tired moans came from the other side of the door.

“Come on, lets go, hit the showers.”

Ten years old Caden and nine year old Austin came out of the room. They were both half asleep as they zombie walked down the hall to the bathroom. And they were butt naked. Nudity was allowed in my house. I said it was because I believe in freedom and body positivity. That was true, but the main reason I let my kids run around in the buff was that it was easier than forcing them to wear clothes. When they were little and I was alone making toddlers keep their clothes on was the least of my worries.

I watched their cute little tan booties bounce as they walked away. Then I went to my daughter’s room. I knocked.

“Jake, time to get up.”

Yes, my daughter’s first name is Jake. My parents named me Lily Jake, so why not continue the tradition of giving girls boys’ names? I think it’s cute.

“Mama no...” I heard her moan from her bed.

“Jake Marie, get up. Now.”

A minute later she came out of her room. Like her brothers, she was naked as the day she was born. She was eight years old and very much my mini-me down to her tan skin and big butt. Ever seen an eight year old with a fat ass? Well apparently neither have kids clothing designers because finding pants for her was just about impossible sometimes. The biggest difference between her and me at that age was that she inherited her father’s blue eyes instead of my brown eyes.

“Come on baby girl,” I said I scooped her up in my arms. “Let’s get you some breakfast.”

I carried her to the kitchen and sat her down at the table. I poured her a glass of juice and a bowl of cereal.

“Mama do I have to wear shoes to church today?”

“I guess not if you don’t want to,” I answered.

She smiled big. “Will you go barefoot too?”

“Yeah alright.” I missed her soft brown hair. Looks like it was another barefoot Sunday for the Rossi girls. “Now eat up. Your brothers are in the showers now and I need you to hop in when they’re done.”

“Yes, Mama,” she replied and dug into her cereal.

I went back to the boys room to lay out their clothes. Blue briefs, khaki shorts, and a green polo shirt for Caden. Orange striped briefs, khaki slacks, and a patterned button down for Austin. They both came running in, dripping wet, their towels in hand.

“Okay boys dry up and get dressed then you can come down for breakfast.”

“Okay Mama,” said Austin as he dried himself.

I looked at them drying themselves. Caden was just a little bit taller than Austin. They were both skinny with light tan skin and little brown nipples. Caden had a little oval shaped innie belly button and Austin had an outie. Like me they had long toes and big feet, but their feet had a certain boyish quality instead of the feminine look of mine and Jake’s. They both lacked any body hair. Puberty hadn’t quite started, but Caden was sure to start soon. The results of puberty were sure to be interesting. My ex husband was very well endowed so I was curious to see if my boys inherited that quality. Even though he was only nine, Austin had a head start on Caden. Of course I hadn’t measured, but if I had to guess I’d say Austin’s penis was about three inches long while Caden’s was only about an inch.

“Mom check out my abs!” Exclaimed Caden, pointing to his belly. Sure enough his little muscles did have some definition.

“Wow,” I said as I looked at his abs. “Looks like all those sit ups are paying off.”

“Gotta get ready for basketball,” he replied.

“Mhm.”

I gave them both a kiss on the cheek then went out in the hall.

“Jake, shower time!” I called out.

“Coming!”

She came running and went to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. I heard the shower come on and I smiled to myself. All according to plan.

I went to Jake’s room and laid out her clothes. Winnie the Pooh panties and a new pink and white polka dot dress. Jake was truly adorable. When she was four she won the Little Miss pageant at the county fair. Following in my footsteps again. I was a pageant girl when I was young. One of my proudest high school achievements was winning fairest of the fair when I was sixteen. And Jake was already turning into a young woman. She was still skinny but her hips were starting to take a more mature shape, and her little boobs were starting to bud. She was going to inherit my tits and ass. Unfortunately she was going to inherit my feet as well. She was only eight but the kid could already wear women’s sized shoes.

After laying out her clothes I went to my room and got dressed. Silky blue panties, a plain bra, and a green dress. I brushed my long, thick hair and styled it as best as I could. I’d washed my hair the night before so it was mostly agreeable, but there’s only so much you can do in a time crunch.

When I got down to the living room, I found three kids all dressed ready to go. The boys had opted to join us in our barefoot day. We all loaded into the car and headed to church. We got our seats just in time.

About ten minutes into the service a cute but frazzled looking woman in her early thirties stopped right next to me. She motioned at the seats beside me as if to ask “Mind if I sit here?” I smiled and gestured for her to sit. She had two kids with her: little boy no older than two in a romper and no shoes, and a cute little girl of about seven or eight with long mousy brown hair in a black sequiny dress and matching ballet flats. She had dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a pair of cat ears in her hair.

I kept stealing glances at the mother during church. She couldn’t have been much younger than me. She had a cute face, light skin, brown hair in a ponytail, and sparkling green eyes. She was wearing a pink button down top, black slacks, and some ankle height boots. She had the build of a woman who’d always been skinny, but like me she had put on a good bit of weight since she’d had kids.

After the service was over I introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Lily. I don’t think we’ve met.”

She smiled and replied, “no we’re new to the area. We just moved here a couple weeks ago, and this is our first time visiting here.”

“Well we’re glad you’re here,” I responded then I pinged to my kids. “This is Caden and Austin and Jake.”

“Hi,” said Jake.

“Hi,” said the woman. “I’m Stephanie. And this is Samantha and Baylor.”

“How old are you, Samantha?” I asked.

“Eight,” said the little girl softly.

“Me too!” Squealed Jake.

“How about you show her the way to Sunday school,” I said to Jake.

“Okay,” said Jake excitedly as she got up from her seat. She took Samantha’s hand and led her off. “This way!”

The boys went off to their own classes. Stephanie and I stood up.

“We have a nursery for little ones if you want to take Baylor,” I suggested.

“Maybe not today,” she replied. “He doesn’t do too well around a lot of new people all at once.”

“Hey that’s alright, neither do I.”

I pat his curly brown hair.

“He has got the cutest curls!” I said.

“He sure does,” she said with a smile. “Is there somewhere we can wait for the kids to get out of class.”

“Sure. This way.”

I led her to a small courtyard outside the building. We sat down on a bench. She held Baylor in her lap. Then she looked down at my feet.

“Do you always go to church without shoes?”

I laughed. “No not always. But I do a lot when the weather is nice. The kids like going barefoot so I just join in.”

“Sounds like my kids,” she laughed. “Every morning is a battle to get Sam to put her shoes on.”

“Hey with mine it’s more than shoes. They’d be full time nudists if I let them.”

“Oh to be young again!”

I laughed. “With no stretch marks or cellulite.”

We both laughed at that.

“So where is Sam going to school this fall?”

“Thompson Creek Elementary. Ever heard of it?”

“Of course I have. That’s where my kids go. It’s a great school.”

She smiled. “That’s good. Sam’s pretty nervous about starting at a new school. At least she’ll know someone there.”

“What grade is she going into?”

“Second.”

“So is Jake,” I told her. “And how old is Mr. Baylor?”

She smiled as she said, “twenty two months.”

“Mama, mama,” He babbled. “Eat. Wanna eat.”

“Not right now, baby,” she told him as she pet his hair.

“Sounds like he’s hungry.”

“He always is,” she said. “But it’s not quite his lunch time.”

“Speaking of lunch, how would you like to come over today. The kids could would probably love playing together.”