“I’m going to jump in the shower,” I said and headed to the bathroom.
Dave just laid on the bed.
I got up to take a shower. We were expecting company around 5:00 we had plenty of time
I dressed and went to the kitchen to start prepping. Katie came in.
We’d been in the bedroom for a while. I wondered how long she’d been home. I didn’t have to wonder long.
“Sounds like you were having fun,” she quipped.
I just looked at her puzzled.
“I walked by your door on the way to my room. The doors are hollow,”
I wondered what she heard. I was feeling on edge, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “We didn’t realize we were that loud.” I added.
“Mom, I’m old enough to know my parents have sex. I just figured the afternoon was because you were old. Kind of like an early bird special.” She teased.
“We’re not that old,” I responded with mock indignation.
“Obviously not, ” she said. Then to the tune of the children’s song ‘head shoulders knees and toes’ she started singing, “Mouth, my hair my face or tits, face or tits, Mouth, my hair my face or tits, face or tits,”
I blushed, “oh my god. Did you hear that?” I asked. I don’t know why I said it, she obviously had.
“Don’t sweat it mom. Who knew my parents were so kinky,” she laughed.
I had no response. I changed the subject, we chatted a bit, and she did her email and whatever else she does on her tablet.
That short conversation kept going through my head. She’d heard us. What must she think of me, her mother, begging for cum. Telling him he could cum on me. I kept it to myself.
She finally left to get ready for the party. I headed to my room to dress. Dave was still taking a nap.
As I was dressing Katie knocked on our door. I was in panties and bra, but Dave was under the covers. I told her to come in.
When she came in the room Dave woke up, both of us were shocked. She came in wearing a little pair of boy short panties and a t shirt that came to her navel.
I think we both stared. First she looked hot, second, we were just surprised.
She caught us staring. She looked at her outfit,
“What? I’m covered, you’ve seen me in less at the beach,” she chastised us.
She was right, but the last time we saw her at the beach was when she was 18 and she didn’t have the curves she has now.
I don’t think Dave had any clue what to say. I spoke up, “you’re right sweetie. It just caught us off guard. When you left for school you were still wearing pajamas. What do you need.
She kind of gave us a look and then said, “yeah, but you always wore a t and panties around the house. Anyway, can I borrow a dress. Mine are all wrinkled from the trip.”
“Of course you can,” I said.
Dave just kept looking at us. I think the idea of two women in their underwear in his bedroom was a lot for him. Especially because one was his daughter and he wasn’t supposed to look.
We went through my closet and found a short sleeve shirt dress that would fit her. With her back to her father she took off her top and slipped the dress on. She buttoned just enough buttons to be decent. She looked great.
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