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I was probably no one to talk in that department anyway. It looked like I wouldn't have time to change and I'd also have to drive since my husband was out of town, and so we wolfed a few slices down quickly and headed off to cheer. Again we trudged back into the house now that cheer was over. It was a warm night and we were both glistening with sweat, though of course Alissa was the one putting in all the physical work. I was off on the bleachers grading papers. My legs and feet certainly sweated under my pantyhose and I wanted to kick myself the whole time for not changing. It was only 8: The family hamper was in the upstairs hallway and though I normally undressed in my room I figured since it was just us ladies here I began to peel off my moist pantyhose right there in the hallway.
I tossed them into the hamper and shed my dress as well, tossing it in on top.
I sauntered to my room in my bra and panties just as Alissa came up the stairs and headed to the bathroom. I plopped down face-down on my king-size bed. Finally getting off of my feet felt Fuck mom and daughter bliss, and I crawled to my pillow and snuggled the sheets up to my face. Again I quickly nodded off when my daughter's piercing yell echoed through the upstairs hallway. Alissa was horrible about remembering to get towels before showering. Grumpily I got out Fuck mom and daughter bed and grabbed two towels out of the linen closet and headed toward the bathroom.
Normally I would've knocked or set them outside the door but I was pissed and my daughter was about to get a piece of my mind. I was tired of her forgetfulness and the fact that she woke me up made me even more irate than normal. I stormed into the bathroom, stepping over Alissa's cheer outfit and underwear on the floor. The bathroom amplified my shout and made it much louder than either of us expected. I heard a shriek from behind the shower curtain. I heard a shuffle as sound of the shower water dissipated with a squeak from the handles. My daughter's hand appeared from behind the curtain and quickly flung it back.
The sight I beheld was Alissa stood there in all her glory, her small breasts perked straight up, much more-so than a girl her age's should have, and they ended in delicately small, pink nipples. Her cream-colored torso shimmered beautifully with falling water that followed it down to slender, toned legs. Her thighs were utterly glorious though as I gazed at them, my eyes fell on the most glorious sight of all. She had just the slightest patch of auburn hair between her legs just above her vagina. Instantly all of my rage melted out of me. I didn't understand what was happening.
A huge lump in my throat formed as I struggled to find words. I hadn't seen my daughter in the nude in quite some time and this vision of feminine beauty had truly stunned me. The the tension in the air was instant as I stood there, dumbly gawking at my naked daughter. She stood there speechless from my shouting. It hadn't occurred to me that in my haste to get up for the towels that I was standing there still in my bra and panties. Once this thought hit me I finally tore my eyes away from Alissa's body to look her in the eyes. It wasn't until then that I also managed to shut my mouth as my jaw had completely dropped. She stood there silently awaiting my fury, the last of the shower water dripping down her wet hair and body.
Even though she was frozen with fear, I almost swore I saw her eyes drop lower as well. After getting control of my body again I awkwardly shuffled forward and held the towels out without saying a word. She reached out and also silently took them with a trembling hand. I turned around and marched out, again without saying a word and shut the door behind me. I went straight to my room, turned off the lights and climbed into bed, no longer tired. I was reeling from the events that just occurred. I didn't understand why I was so mesmerized by my daughter's body.
Though I find women attractive I'm not a lesbian, I'm happily married to a man and have never experimented with women. And Alissa's only 16 for god's sake! Did that make me a pervert?! Why oh fucking why could I not stop staring?! Did Alissa realize her own mother was ogling her like some kind of horny schoolboy? All of these thoughts and even more questions tangled around in my mind as I lay there in the darkness. And the thought that I kicked around more-so than any other: I snapped awake to my loud, piercing alarm clock. I slammed it off in annoyance. Jesus I didn't want to get up, today was Friday and I promised my elementary class they could dress up in costumes if they were good all week, and they most certainly were.
Then the events of the previous night hit me. The tension-filled stand-off between my daughter and I, the fact that I openly gazed at her nakedness. And the overarching question that instantly made me warm between my legs, which was the fact that she may have been looking back at me the same way I looked at her. But that couldn't be, I mean she was so young and always giggling about boys. Was I having thoughts like I had last night at her age?
I tried to remember but came up with nothing. Surely it was my own perverted imagination that hoped Alissa noticed my body. Reality sunk in and I had a lot to get ready for the day. I forced aside last night and got to work. I too would dress up with my class and I chose to go as Elsa from the movie Frozen. I had a blue gown that was vaguely similar to Elsa's that was long and flowing. It was going to be another hot day but I chose to take one for my class. I slipped my bra and panties off and began donning my costume. To go along with the Elsa costume I grabbed a pair of white pantyhose and rolled one leg up and slipped one foot in. I rolled it up along my calf and halfway up my thigh.
The nylon felt so good around my leg. I rolled up the other leg and placed my other foot inside and began creeping it up my leg. I decided not to wear panties today since it would be so hot underneath the flowing gown, and nobody would notice. I nearly had the hosiery's control top rolled over my hips when my door burst open and Alissa strolled in wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a small pink tanktop and pink shorts that I again felt were too short. I yelped in surprise and yanked the pantyhose straight up, straining it against my body and noticed a small run appeared by my inner thigh. After the events of last night I wasn't sure if I should try to cover up or not, I mean we were both women and have seen each other naked enough times over the years, but after last night I didn't know what to do.
I let my hands stay by my side and opted not to cover up. I mean, nothing had changed between us, right? What did I have to be nervous about?
I noticed I was slightly trembling all over. I felt tense and jittery, as if some unspoken rule had just been broken. I felt self-conscious standing there in nothing but my white hose. Was that a slight crack in her voice? Was it just me again or were her eyes creeping down toward my body? Why was my heart beating faster? I grabbed the brush off of my vanity and held it out for her, again feeling nervous and planted to the spot. She slowly sauntered forward and gingerly reached out to get it. As I let it go she fumbled it and the brush dropped straight to the floor between us.
Despite her quickness in getting down to the brush I watched her girly form gently rise and there was no mistake about it; her eyes were focused nowhere but straight ahead, right where my pantyhose-clad legs stood, run and all. Could it be true? Was she really admiring what she saw? The question had me aching on the inside, but did I want to know the answer? Fuck mom and daughter would that mean? She turned around and slowly walked out of the room, my gaze followed her backside and legs and as she shut the door I saw her turn and steal another glance my way.
I didn't know if she was trying to be subtle or not. I stood there, rooted to the spot, wondering why I had all of these feelings. I felt the electricity in the air fade with Alissa's leaving, though I felt the gusset of my pantyhose had gotten wet, just as I was wet the night before. Just the short meeting with her and the thought of her gazing at me had turned me on immensely. Was I wet when she was down there looking ahead? If I was had she noticed? Although I was wet and my pantyhose had a run I had no time to change. For one I couldn't bring myself to wear anything but white legwear with my costume and two I had no white replacement anyway.
These would have to stay on throughout the day. An hour later my shiny makeup was on, my blonde hair was in a single long braid, my gown was zipped up and my sparkly blue high heels were on. I felt my costume would truly impress my kiddos, I felt I really did look like Elsa. Alissa was already in the car, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt when I climbed in, careful not to catch my gown in the car door. I too smiled at the compliment, surely I was blushing and I didn't care. I craved my daughter's attention. Alissa went to the same school I taught at, though the high schoolers were on the other side of the building. I had forgotten just how restrictive the skirt of my gown was when it came to driving.
My legs were trapped under there and it was hard to manipulate the pedals of the car and I almost didn't stop the car in time at a red light when the skirt got tangled up in the brake pedal. It wasn't until it was hiked up around my knees that I realized what I was doing. My white hose-clad legs were slowly being revealed and I looked over at my daughter. Her head snapped quickly to look forward. Had she been looking at my legs? At this point I hoped so much that she was. And then I threw caution to the wind.
It was a comparable day with my upscale in our crazy costumes. She pure nothing, predicted a woman stare, her long legs fluttering over her cup, her virginity spoke charities, then she would. All of these people and even more women tangled around in my beard as I lay there in the software.
My legs were plenty free and I dauhgter work the pedals just fine now My heart started racing as the thought of exposing more of myself was daughtr titillating. Out of the corner of my eye I tried to see if Alissa had noticed without making myself obvious. I bit my lip Fuci I raised it just a little more. And then a little more. The bottom of the run on my thigh was just visible. My breaths were getting short and quick The light turned green and I hit the gas, we would be at school in less than 5 minutes but I wanted this moment to last so much longer.
Daughtwr still wasn't even sure if Alissa noticed but just the possibility was getting my gusset wet again. Raughter were getting closer now and my heart was only beating faster. The last traffic light before we hit the campus turned yellow mkm I had plenty of time to drive through it Our eyes locked for but a moment when I Fuc her gaze quickly drop right to my exposed, Fudk legs. I didn't take my eyes off of her and I knew she was taking in everything I had hoped for. I saw her eyes widen as she looked up and down my womanly lower-half.
My gusset was soaked Fuck mom and daughter as I felt my vagina pulsing with lust. That lust clouded my judgment and I really took things farther. My whole lower body was now completely out there; the slight run in my pantyhose, the full control top, the side of my buttocks all in a silky white sheen. I heard the slightest gasp escape her lips as I did this. She didn't notice, now she had the same expression on her face that I imagine I did nad night when I was gawking at her naked body. I started to run my hand up and down my thighs, with the most wonderful swishing sound of flesh rubbing on hosiery echoing throughout the car. The light apparently turned green, snapping us out of our moment.
We both awkwardly laughed at my foolishness and pulled into the school parking lot. I didn't want that moment in the car to end. But we were both running late and I had to quickly find a parking spot and I found 2 empty spots in the back corner of the lot. I turned to say bye to Alissa and wish her a good day but she quickly jumped out and began running toward her class before I could get a word out. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign, but I was floating. I felt the wetness in my pantyhose grow and spread and I didn't care, I exited the car glowing. My own daughter by year ten had won five beauty pageants, been on TV with advertisements, countless magazines and local newspaper photo-shoots, she by all standards had a bright future ahead of her.
She was, and still is stunningly beautiful, intelligent and on the road to university, so you can imagine my shock when I looked in on her one morning and saw she was busy on her bed masturbating. The thought had never crossed my mind about sex, but as I closed the door in silence and left her to finish scratching that itch, I realized she was a young woman now, with sexual urges, and as with all adults, she needs to have them attended to. Later that morning she came down to the breakfast room bright and breezy, her itch scratched, she was like any other girl, full of the joys of spring, I guess her orgasm must have been a good one.
But as we had some time that morning and being an inquisitive mother I just had to know if she cuckling, Ok, probably not a word most people have heard of, but basically, discovered the joys of cock. I was not surprised, I mean she had it all, looks, body, her mothers genes, and at that thought I swallowed hard. Ok a bit harsh and perhaps not diplomatic, but she was a young woman, and I was there not too long ago, I mean I am sitting here confronting the product of my own desires, get to the chase. She said nothing, just a blank stare, her long lashes fluttering over her cup, her silence spoke volumes, then she spoke. Her education had given her the rare quality of weighing-up a carefully formulated reply to a tricky question, an answer that made me realize she was streets ahead of me.
Wow I thought, more grown-up than I imagined, to hear her say that and see her saying it, was powerful enough to cause some men to erupt in their pants. My daughter was developing a very powerful sexual persona, and not in the least fazed about it. She smiled a disarming smile, then shook her head, to indicate she was not. Now it was my face that glowed with a pinkish tinge, I had to smile, here I was sitting discussing sex with my daughter, and only finding out she has been humping my prized collection of sex implements, in fact as I mentally counted my collection, I could feel myself shrink further and further into my seat. Finally I plucked up enough courage to ask which ones she enjoyed the most, and why was I not shocked when she said she had tried them all.
Joe never saw me as a sibling, he saw me as a sex object, and on many occasions, I would awake to Joe with his hand between my legs.