Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Slut For Her Son:>116

Since it was Sunday morning everyone was still asleep so we had time to talk without being interrupted. John gave me a long look without saying anything and I knew he wanted to say something. "Ok, what?" I barked at him losing my patience.

He looked away for a second and I almost thought he wasn't going to say anything. Instead, he turned towards me again, his eyes shining with wonder.

"It's about last night," He whispered.

I knew it would be, I was waiting for it.

"What about last night darling?" I replied casually and continued to sip on my coffee as if nothing ever happened.

His jaws tightened in a look of impatience but his voice was still controlled.

"Kate, what happened last night was... was incredible. I loved every second of it and it was something... something I always dreamed of but," He hesitated for a moment looking deeply into my eyes. "Who was it?" He finally whispered.

I took a deep breath, the question was inevitably coming, I knew that but now that it was out in the open I hesitated. I wanted to tell him, as dangerous and stupid as it was I wanted to tell him. Part of me was tired of hiding the obvious truth but another part of me was... was excitedly anticipating what he would say when he found out who it was.

"Darling, it was just a girl I hired. Why is it so important to you to know her name?" I countered without telling him the truth.

I knew I had a long way to go before he would be ready for the truth.

"I... I don't know. The thought of having her giving me..." He hesitated.

"Head?" I finished the sentence for him with a smile.

Obviously it was hard for him to say it.

"Yes, head. And you taking care of me at the same time, and the things you said."

He looked at me intensely and it seemed like he was holding something back.

"And?" I asked waiting for him.

"And... it was great... it was hot and erotic but... I wish I would have been able to see it. I wanted to see you and her..." He trailed off.

Me and her? Did he mean he wanted to see me and her in action? Was my husband alluding to me having sex with that other woman? I took a deep breath to calm myself down, I could not let him see how close to truth he was. I leaned forward and looked into his eyes.

"Part of the excitement is not being able to see who it was don't you think? It could have been anybody."

I sat back down smiling at him watching his forehead wrinkle in deep thought as he tried to figure things out.

"What do you mean anybody?" He asked but I did not answer.

Instead I got up and refilled my coffee giving him time to think. Turning around from the kitchen counter I noticed Kristy stagger into the kitchen, her eyes barely open, hair tangled from the night's sleep and wearing only her tiny top and a pair of panties. The top was tight with cut off sleeves and was made out of thin material which hugged her breasts tightly and stopped couple of inches below her breasts. It was low cut so the expanse of her cleavage tantalizingly showed in a deep V. Her tight stomach was exposed below the shirt with a toned abdomen which was exposed all the way down to her naval. The pink pair of panties tightly hugged the pouch of her young sex and an elastic waist band dug into the soft skin of her thighs and hips. There was barely enough material there to cover her pussy and maybe an inch of skin above her clit.

"Hi Mom, is Daddy still asleep?" She asked heading for the coffee pot.

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Alarmed I looked over at John who watched our daughter's behind and realized she did not see him sitting at the table. But why did she take such a big risk coming down to get coffee dressed like that?

"Ah no... he isn't," I said noticing how John's eyes were trying to avert looking at our daughter's ass, trying to.

She picked up the coffee taking a sip and looked at me finally fully opening her eyes.

"Oh and where is he?" She asked.

Instead of answering I looked at John sitting at the kitchen table. Kristy followed my stare and gasped.

"Hi pumpkin... you... you slept in late today," John stumbled with a reply.

He looked at our daughter facing him, his eyes trying hard not to slide down towards those tiny panties she had on which failed to hide tightly luscious curves our daughter was blessed with. Kristy's eyes widened in surprise and I noticed a quick, barely noticeable smile cross her lips as she watched John look at her.

"Oh hi Daddy, I didn't know you were right there," She said modestly trying to hide her panties or what lay under them from her dad.

She quickly sat down at the table and I took a seat beside her watching her. Somehow I had the feeling this was not an accident as she made it out to be.

"Ooops, I'm sorry Daddy, I would have worn shorts if I knew you were already up."

John smiled at her and ran his fingers through his hair drawing a deep breath. "That's Ok pumpkin, it's no big deal, I saw you like this plenty of time."

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I gave John a sharp look. Yeah, he saw her like that plenty of time but it was years ago when she was young and it was ok for her dad to see her like that, not now! Now she was a very sexy young woman with a gorgeous body that would make many men hard just by looking at her. Suddenly I began wondering if my husband was hard at that moment.

"Thanks for understanding. I just needed some coffee that's all. So, I was thinking of what to get Tommy for his birthday, any ideas?"

Kristy leaned over the table with her breasts pressing the edge and gave her dad a warm smile. Her small top wasn't enough to hide the expense of her firm breasts making them slide up and almost out of the tiny shirt. John's eyes widened and he tried really hard to keep them fixed on her face but slowly... very slowly they were sliding down to her soft breasts and his face was beginning to turn color as the edges of Kristy's pink aureoles were beginning to peek out from under the thin fabric of her top. I knew she was doing this on purpose.

"Kristy, can you get me some more coffee honey?" I quickly asked sparing my husband the embarrassment of turning completely red faced in front of our sexy daughter.

Kristy gave me a disappointing look but took my mug and walked up to the coffee pot. I spared John the embarrassment but unfortunately he was now looking at our daughter's ass. Her panties were a g-string lost between her firm ass cheeks leaving her butt completely exposed. When I looked at John he quickly looked away from Kristy's ass.

"Have you tried asking your brother what he wants?" I asked and realized that now I was watching her tantalizing ass.

Kristy turned holding my mug as she noticed where my eyes were and shrugged her shoulders; again a knowing smile crossed her face for a brief moment.

"No, I thought I would surprise him, maybe buy him something cool like a new boom box for his room, or something for his car."

She stood there taking her time while John and I watched her barely covered body.

"I wonder if he's hard." I thought and inconspicuously pushed my spoon off the table.

John didn't even notice paying attention to our daughter so I bent down to pick it up giving him a quick look under the table. His shorts were tenting up with what was an obvious hard-on underneath them!

I made my way back up setting the spoon on the table and tried to stay calm. In a way I was relieved. I often questioned myself if my feelings for my son made me a freak, if by having sex with him I became something worst then a cheap

whore. Now, seeing my husband with a hard-on from watching our hot little daughter was a relief. Kristy obviously managed to turn him on just as much as Tommy turned me on. It was a shock to realize that but a relief as well. "How about buying him a gift certificate?" John mumbled still trying his hardest not to look at Kristy's seductive curves.

She nonchalantly walked up to the table swaying her sexy hips and handed me my coffee mug while she made pretty eyes at her father.