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It was a normal Saturday morning in the Robinson household. Sarah, a curvy, plus-sized mother in her late 30s, was getting ready for the day. She had just finished her shower and was wrapping herself in a fluffy pink towel, her long auburn hair still damp. Sarah padded into the bathroom, her heavy footsteps echoing slightly due to the wooden heeled clogs she had slipped onto her feet. The clogs added a few inches to her height, which made her already impressive figure even more striking. As she stepped up to the sink, Sarah noticed her reflection in the large mirror above it. She looked at herself critically, noticing how her ample bosom rested heavily on top of her towel. The clogs made her legs look even thicker and more shapely than usual. Sarah sighed, knowing she really needed to get her weight under control. But today wasn't the day to think about dieting. The toilet paper roll suddenly whirred, alerting Sarah that she needed to take care of some business. Grumbling, she turned around and lifted her towel, bending her knees to sit down on the toilet seat. But as she did, her towel rode up a bit, exposing the bottom of her generous rear. No sooner had she gotten settled than the door swung open. "Mom, I need to- Oh!" It was her teenage son, Tom. Sarah shrieked and yanked her towel back down. "Tom! Can't you knock? Jesus!" She was mortified that he had gotten an eyeful of her thicc rear in all its cellulite-covered glory. "Sorry, sorry!" Tom said, his face beet red. "I'm like, super sorry. I'll go." He quickly backed out of the bathroom. It wasn't until he had closed the door that Sarah remembered - she had seen only the back of his head. Meaning at least one of his eyes had to have been peeking through the crack of the hinge when she sat down. The realization made her cheeks burn. Tom had definitely seen way more than he should have. And to make matters worse, Sarah had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time her son tried to sneak a peek at her body. She'd have to be more careful about covering up, lest he get any more ideas in his head. Leaning back against the cool porcelain of the toilet seat, Sarah slowly lifted her towel back up with a sigh. She knew this was going to be a long day...