Carol’s thought slipped from her mind, even as “sexy” seemed to echo unnoticed. She stripped off her underwear, or as both Tera and Kimber teased her calling them granny panties and boulder holders. Carol had been shocked the first time that she’d found one of Tera’s v-string panties in the laundry. She wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to wear something like that.
She looked herself over in the full length mirror, inspecting her own body. “Not too bad really,” she thought slowly tracing a finger tip down her body, her eyes following it along. She cupped her tits, “Not too bad at all.” Her hands caressed down her body, “God, what’s with me today… I haven’t felt… horny… in years.”
As her hand brushed against the top of her thick bush, Carol’s mind again turned to thoughts of Tera’s underwear, “Oh my… as small as those are,” he thought began, “that’s a bit more than just a bikini wax I bet.”
Her train of thought continued, the idea exciting her, “I don’t know,” a picture in her mind (strikingly identical to what Eric was thinking at that moment) of her wearing a sliver of black lycra…
“Well,” she said softly, her mind seemingly to have decided, “If I’m going to try it…”
The sound of the shower started up next door, “Goddamn it…” Carol fumed for a moment before smiling to herself. She quickly pulled her robe back on and, quiet as she could, feeling like a little girl sneaking around in her own house. She wasn’t sure who was in the shower or who was in her room. As she got to the shower door Carol’s smile grew as she heard the voices of both her daughters within. Quickly she spun into Tera’s room and straight to her underwear drawer.
The drawer slid open.
Her hands shot inside and found 3 or 4 pairs of scanty wisps of different cloths.
Hands stuffed into her robe’s pockets. Not that it would have taken much to hide all that filled her hands.
Carol scurried on tip toes back to room, almost having a panic attack on the way as she heard the girls squeal and giggle. She was sure that they’d caught her. In her room she closed and locked the door. Pulling her hands out of her pockets she started to check out the panties she’d just looted from her daughter.
“Oh god these are scandalous!” Carol whispered to herself as she studied one each of a baby g string of electric purple, a fire red v string and… it took her a minute to figure out that the straps for the sling shot were meant to go over her shoulders. “God Tera… where the hell did you get these?” Then shrugged and agreed with herself that her eldest daughter was the princess of fashion, style and sexiness. |