"Whatever you did yesterday to loosen up your mother, I really need to thank you for it."
I was leaning into the fridge when I felt Dad's arms wrap around my stomach, hugging me from behind. I glanced down, and instead of his usual big, woolly 'Dad robe' I noticed his arms were covered in royal blue silk.
Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled when I saw he was wearing a new, much sexier robe. "Wow, Dad! Got a hot date, or what?" I grinned, hugging his arms to my stomach. I felt him pressing against me, his hips and especially his large bulge pushing into my ass.
"I just had one, thanks to you. I don't know what's gotten into your mother lately."
"I bet you have, a lot!" I giggled.
He laughed and said, "You know what I mean, sweetie. I couldn't believe that amazing little robe she hit us with us last night, could you? Then, once she came to bed, she literally threw me down and went crazy on me! She was raring to go again this morning, too. She was so fired up, she didn't even wait for me. She simply climbed aboard and started riding while I was still asleep. I know I owe this all to you, so maybe someday you'll tell your dear ol' dad your secret. Whatever you did to her, it sure worked, and I want more."
Smiling, I turned my head to him. "She was so beautiful, wasn't she?"
"She's always been stunningly beautiful. My god, though, she was just incredible yesterday. She hasn't dressed and behaved that provocatively around the house since Paul and his friends started high school," he said, squeezing me tightly.
"No doubt. Right up until they started ninth grade, she had no problem with wearing the skimpiest things imaginable around the boys. I know she loves to wear super-short miniskirts and see-through tops for you and your friends when you all go out together, but she hasn't dressed that way around the house in forever. Still, I should be thanking you for sticking up for me, and not just yesterday, either. You always stick up for me...."
Pressing my ass against him as he hugged me, I couldn't tell for certain whether he had anything on beneath his silk robe. All I had on were my sheer mesh panties, in bright pink--my tiniest, most revealing panties.
Doing a quick check in the mirror that morning, I'd noticed those panties were much smaller than my bikini bottoms. Like my bikini, they exposed a good three inches of my curving cleft above the waistband, but they also left my entire ass bare. They were basically a g-string, and didn't need to be wet to be see-through. They were totally sheer. I knew they were one of the pairs of panties Paul had been talking about since they fully revealed my little patch of black pubic hair, some of which actually peeked out through the holes in the open mesh.
Still looking in the mirror, I'd tried another test. Sitting on the bed, I hooked my arms around my knees and raised them to my chest, the way Mom had done it in her kimono on the couch for the guys.
The panties split my pussy, down by the bottom. Looking through the mesh material above my slit, I could see and even touch my pubic hair. In the center, I could make out my clit and soft lips. My shining pink bud pressed through a hole in the open mesh, just like my pubic hair. Toward the bottom, though, yow, those panties became so narrow that they dipped inside my pussy, disappearing completely to expose the larger outer labia, which almost seemed to be swallowing the g-string. The teensy string then reemerged over my smooth little asshole, covering less than half of it. I could make out the slightly rosier indentation, and certainly the tight crinkle, but the tiny opening was covered.
It was a good thing that except for the small strip above my slit I was shaved bare, otherwise hair would've been sticking out everywhere.
I'd also thrown on one of Paul's old sleeveless sweatshirts, which was cut off at my belly button and missing nearly all of the sides. I could see my breasts, almost to the tips. If I reached my arms forward or angled my upper body even a little bit, such as the way I was leaning into the fridge when Dad entered the kitchen, the fullness of each breast would bobble into view, nipples and everything.
I was still on such a high from the day before that despite seeing how exposed I was I'd decided to go ahead and wear those panties and that top around the house anyway. To be honest, that's why I chose them. I knew it would excite me to wear such revealing things.
I was quickly coming to understand that letting everyone see my body is my biggest turn-on. Now that I had Mom's permission and even her encouragement to start going fully nude around Dad and the boys, and not just in the pool, but everywhere around the house, I was planning on having all sorts of sexy fun.
So, there I was, and between my barely-there panties and the thinness of Dad's silk robe, mmmm, I was seriously enjoying the feeling of his heavy cock pressing against my smooth, naked bottom.
"Of course I always stick up for you. I'm just a sucker for a pretty smile. Why do you think I married your sexy mother?" he grinned.
Detecting the scent of warm, spicy perfume, I felt a lock of long hair brush against my cheek, and I smiled happily. Mom had come to join our little hug.
"You were mighty sexy yourself last night, and absolutely incredible just now..." she said to Dad, a contented smile evident in her voice. Leaning in, she kissed me over the ear. "As for you, little one, I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have questioned anything. Honey, your father has always been right to defend you. I think maybe I was just a skosh jealous."
Turning to face her, I was thrilled to see that she was again wearing her tiny kimono.
"Oh, yes, we are definitely going to have to get you a dozen more of these little robes. I just love how you look in this...especially right after you've had sex," I grinned, scoping her up and down. Glancing back at Dad, I teasingly wiggled my bottom against him. "See what you did to her? Isn't she awesome?"
While still hugging me from behind, Dad said to her, "Absolutely. Baby, you are truly amazing."
Mom actually blushed. God, she was gorgeous.
"And anyway," I continued, staring into her dazzling eyes, "you should never be jealous of me. You're a total knockout. You're much better built than I am, and way sexier. There isn't a mom in our whole school who can touch you."
"I bet there are more than a few who would like to, along with all the sons and dads," he chuckled.
I gave her a cheeky little smile. "A lot of the daughters, too. You'd be surprised at how many of my girlfriends think you're a total MILF."
"Dawn! I'm nobody's MILF but your father's!" she laughed.
Dad shook his head and grinned, then he leaned around me to poke his head into the fridge.
Taking advantage of the situation, I whispered to her, "That's not true. You're my MILF too, you know."
She quickly glanced at Dad. He wasn't looking, and she gave me a playful kiss on the lips. "Yes, I do, and you're definitely my DILF," she whispered with a giggle. As we stood hugging, she flinched. "Wow, baby, you should warn someone when you hug them with that thing on. It's kind of scratchy," she said, tugging on the bottom of my sweatshirt. She ran her hand over the raised lettering, which had become a bit worn and frayed after so many washings. "You look absolutely wonderful in that top, honey, but you need to be gentle. My skin is really tender here...." Smiling sweetly, she traced her fingertips over the exposed inner halves of her bare breasts where my shirt had scratched her.
"Be right back!" I said, racing up the stairs to my bedroom. Peeling off my sweatshirt, I grabbed a tiny, see-through baby doll top. It was just soft, supple lingerie, and the pink matched my mesh panties. Slipping it on, I knew it would feel much nicer against her skin. Like her kimono, it left most of my breasts bare. What little coverage it did offer consisted of a very fine gauze material decorating the sides and bottoms, allowing the inside swells and teardrop pout to remain completely out in the open. My nipples were barely concealed.
I figured that with my breasts almost fully exposed, our hugs wouldn't be scratchy at all to her.
I ran back downstairs, giggling as my boobs bounced right out of my top. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs to tuck them back in, I noticed my nipples were erect. They were making obvious pokies, and I could easily see them through the wispy material anyway.
Dad was eating a pear at the table while reading the morning paper. Mom was standing by the coffee maker, beaming brightly as I came back into the kitchen.
