Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"Tommy! What are you doing?" She yelled.

Her panties were tiny, barely big enough to cover her sex. What I noticed right away was a crease in the middle of them signifying where her slit was and a dark, wet spot! It was so visible Tommy and John had no problem noticing it. "Ooops, sorry," Tommy murmured, his eyes on her panties.

I looked sharply at John and noticed he was staring but quickly looked away when I looked at him.

"Tommy, help your sister up," I snapped displeased by how this turned into a perverted peeping-tom session.

However, deep inside me I felt the tense, erotic excitement at the sight of them watching my daughter.

"Oh Jesus, what is happening to me?" I asked myself.

I couldn't understand it, it was so morally wrong but yet, that wrong situation managed to turn me on. I swallowed hard to clear my throat.

Kristy rolled to her back, legs spread facing Tommy and John, and extended her hand to him. I watched Tommy bend down and grabbing her hand, he pulled her up. His eyes were on her crotch the whole time.

John was no better. His eyes were roaming over our daughter's long, smooth legs and her exposed crotch which showed an intimate impression of her pussy. He must have been embarrassed by what he was doing due to his face changing color but he still looked on as if he did not have any control over his eyes.

Finally, when Kristy was up, Tommy casually walked over to the couch and sat beside me. I watched him with wide eyes ready to chastise but he made sure not to look at me.

Kristy begun to take more pictures without pulling her skirt down so her long legs were completely exposed up to her butt and no one said anything. No one, not even me! "Oh my god, this isn't happening!" My mind whispered.

Kristy's face was flushed and she spread her legs apart a bit more and leaned forward knowing her Dad was right behind her watching. Her skirt crept up more and the bottoms of her ass cheeks were now showing.

Tommy moved up close to me and putting his arm around me placed his hand on top of my shoulder, his fingertips resting on the strap of my top. I wore a simple white blouse with spaghetti straps and a bra underneath along with my skirt. Click, click.

Tommy's fingers begun playing with my strap, pulling it from time to time and then sliding it to the edge of my shoulder as if he wanted to push it off. He did it in slow movements, barely noticeable as if what he was doing wasn't premeditated.

I looked at him and then at my husband, both had their eyes peeled to the strap which was now dangerously close to coming off my shoulder. Even Kristy was zooming in on the strap.

Suddenly I felt it slide off down the side of my arm slowly peeling that side of my blouse off to expose the lacy bra underneath. I froze knowing my husband watched and my daughter took pictures of this.

With my heart beating hard in my chest I looked down to see what I showed. The edge of the bra stopped about an inch above my nipple, hiding it but leaving considerable amount of skin and cleavage exposed.

Tommy's hand begun playing with my bra strap just as it was with my blouse and I knew if I allowed him to slide that off my shoulder, my breast would become exposed.

With my heart beating hard I slowly put my hand on top of his stopping him from sliding my bra strap off.

"Kristy, don't you think we should try a different pose now?" I asked with a trembling voice.

Kristy blinked and shook her head in agreement as if my words woke her up from a spell. John took a deep breath and running his fingers through his hair turned around. Tommy just smiled at me.

"Ok Mom, what did you have in mind?" He asked.

I stood up on trembling legs. I could not believe how far this went! Tommy slid one side of my blouse off my shoulder in front of them! Both, my husband and my daughter watched and didn't say anything! I tried to decipher what that meant but didn't have time as I had to pay attention to Kristy directing me.

"Mom, stand right there and Tommy, you get behind her and hug her, you know... one of those mother/son hugs."

Tommy complied and I was soon wrapped up in his strong arms. It felt good regardless of the situation making me smile for the camera.

John watched and gave Kristy and her exposed legs a long stare from time to time as she moved right and left, knelt, bent over and even lay down on the carpet taking photos.

"Now Tommy, slide Mom's blouse strap off just like before," My daughter suddenly said.

"Kristy, no way!" I immediately yelled shocked at what she said.

"Mom, it's just like Tommy said, ART."

Art was one thing but getting me naked in front of my husband and kids was something else.

"No, this is going too far."

"Dad, tell Mom not to be such an old prune. I mean we all understood what Tommy said about ART. It's not like we are getting you naked." Kristy said turning back to me. Old prune? Old prune?

"Honey, it's just a strap, I think it would be Ok. Let Kristy express herself," John said while his eyes moved to Kristy's ass for a moment.

Old prune! I couldn't believe she said that, I was shocked!

I felt Tommy's hands on my shoulders and suddenly my top slid down on one side again. I felt my son behind me but I did not pay any attention to what he was doing because of being so distraught about what Kristy said. "Nice, now the other one," Kristy blinked.

"I'm far from being an old prune child."

I used those words because I knew Kristy didn't like to be called a child. She wrinkled her forehead and gave me a displeased look. Good, it worked.

Before I realized Tommy slipped the other strap from my shoulder and my blouse fell down half way which exposed the top of my bra underneath. The only thing which held my blouse up on my breasts were my very erect nipples. "Oh yeah Mom, prove it."

She kept on taking my pictures and I couldn't understand why she doubted me. I no longer cared about my breasts. Obviously it was all right with everyone here that they just hang out! I reached behind me and grabbing Tommy's hands brought them down to my thighs.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I heard him whisper.

I gave John one final look, the look that said if he was going to stop me now was the time. He sat behind Kristy watching her but now his wide eyes were glued to our son's hands. I slowly dragged Tommy's hands up the outer sides of my thighs, until I begun lifting my skirt with them. Looking into the camera I gave my daughter the sexiest look I could muster.

"How is that for an old prune?" I whispered.

Kristy watched forgetting to take pictures. My blouse slid off of my breasts completely bunching up around my waist and I felt one of my bra straps slide as well. I knew Tommy didn't do it, he wouldn't dare, but the strap must have loosened by itself. My heart beat hard as my breast became more and more exposed.

I gave it a quick look and noticed the edge of my aureole on that side showing. Somehow my hands continued to pull Tommy's hands along my thighs as I stared daringly at my daughter. This was no longer a photo session, this was a dare session between a Mother and Daughter. Her eyes narrowed when my skirt was up to the point of showing my panties. That's where I stopped; I just couldn't go any further.