Then she said hi to Kevin.
They exchanged pleasantries. Kevin said bye and left.
Kate went to her room to change. As she left she said, “Looking good mom.”
I went to my room to shower and change. I jumped in the shower and turned it on hot. I thought of rubbing the lotion on my body as Kevin watched. I imagined sliding my bathing suit off as he watched. I felt his hands on my back. I again imagined untying the bottom. This time getting on my knees so he could enter me from behind.
As I did I played with my pussy. This time I was not soft. I wanted to make myself cum, hard. As images flashed through my mind I got closer and closer. All of a sudden an image of Kate watching Kevin as he fucked me flashed through my head. I came. I came hard.
I steadied myself against the shower wall. I took in deep breaths. What the hell was that, I thought. Even as I thought it, the image came to the forefront. Picturing myself on my knees, fucked from behind, as my daughter watched. I was embarrassed I thought it. I was still hot thinking it.
We had nothing to do tonight. Usually we just throw on something comfortable and watch TV. Today I was being more picky. I found a cute pair of pajama shorts and a little tank that left my navel exposed. No bra, no panties. I was going to sleep in this.
I went out to watch TV. Kate was already there in a T shirt and panties. She wore that a lot. The shirt barely covered her ass. She looked at me.
“What’s the occasion,” she said.
I pretended to have no idea what she was talking about. “No occasion,” I said.
She gave me a half laughing look but let the topic drop. Every once in a while she’d look at me. My face would flush. It wasn’t because I was embarrassed. It was because I was enjoying being looked at.
When I finally went to bed I was hornier than I remembered being in years. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled my top off. I cupped my breasts. I remembered that Kevin had seen them today. My nipples were hard. I caressed them. Then I slid my shorts off. My shaved pussy came into view. Who was I shaving it for? When was the last time someone saw it.
I thought about Kevin, running his hands and lotion up my thighs. I wondered what Kate would say if she knew I shaved my pussy. Everything from the day started coming back. I grabbed my vibrator from my bottom drawer and placed it against my pussy. I did not stop till I came 3 times and fell asleep.
The next day was a normal day. We were going to Kevin’s for dinner. What to wear was an issue. Normally I’d ask Kate. Normally she’d ask me. This time, neither of us asked the other.
I chose a short denim skirt. Not as short as Kate’s but short. I had a white linen top with spaghetti straps. It scooped down in front and definitely showed cleavage. Under it I wore a lacy strapless bra. The bra was sexy. It had scalloped edges and barely covered my nipples. You could see it through the top. I had a cute pair of low heels and a white thong that matched the bra. I looked hot.
I stepped out of my room. Kate was waiting for me on the couch. I looked. She was wearing what they call a handkerchief top. It was tiny. It tied around her neck and loosely around her back. The top started about mid cleavage, barely covered her breasts and came to a point about 4 inches above her navel. Because it was tied lightly you could see a little of the side of her tits. From the back it looked like she was almost naked from neck to skirt. Her skirt was short and white. Much shorter than mine. When she stood, if you looked, you could tell she was wearing a pair of small pink boy shorts under it.