Mother and Daughter
Karla crept quietly up the stairs to her mother's bedroom and paused at the half-open door. She began to have second thoughts about what she was doing, but a part of her was hoping that the two inside the room were engaged in sex again so she could watch from behind the door. Not hearing any sounds from inside the room, Karla peered cautiously around the door and spotted her mother and brother laying together naked on top of the bed sheets. As she moved further around the door's edge, it moved a couple inches and the hinges squealed in protest.
Her brother's head shot up as he looked towards the door for the source of the noise.
"Of fuck!" he said after spotting his sister's head disappearing back behind it. His mother sat up quickly.
"What's wrong?" she asked with concern.
"Karla was just looking in here from the doorway and I'm sure she saw both of us in bed together," he answered.
Lena was quick to recover. ""Just stay here. I'll go talk to your sister." Slipping off the side of the bed, she moved gracefully across the room and out the door without bothering to put any clothing on first.
Lena approached her daughter's room carefully and paused at the door to listen for any sounds that might indicate what Karla was doing. Not hearing anything, she knocked softly once on the door. "Karla?" she called out in a low voice. Not waiting for a reply, she opened the door and walked in.
Karla was still naked and sitting on her bed with her knees up to her chest and clutching a pillow over them as she stared at her mother. "Mom! What are you doing?" she cried out. Lena walked over and sat on the bed next to her daughter, who visibly pulled away.
"Karla? I'm sorry for surprising you like that. I don't know what you think was going on, but it wasn't anything your brother and I planned. I was so drunk and sick last night that I could barely walk, much less take care of myself. He helped me get cleaned up and then afterwards, I made him stay to watch over me in case I needed more help."
"Mom! I know what you two did!" Karla shrieked. "How could you have sex together? It's just wrong!" Embarrassed that she had actually enjoyed watching her mother and brother have sex, Karla kept silent about her own voyeurism and the fact that she had secretly hoped to watch them having sex again when she sneaked up to her mother's doorway. Instead, she tried to put her mother on the defensive and deflect any potentially damning questions her mother might have for her.
"Karla, I'm not here to fight or argue with you, I just wanted to explain that it's something that just happened and won't ever happen again." As she made the last statement, Lena felt duplicitous knowing that just a few hours before, she and her son were already looking forward to a regular pattern of sexual liaisons together. However, she didn't want to lose her daughter because of it. She also felt that her statements to Kris about getting involved while his sister still was living at home, left her uncommitted to having sex with her son again.
"How could you do that? I mean, he's your son. He's my brother. And you seduced him?" Karla responded with a growing pit]ch.
Lena decided the best thing for her to do was take all the blame. After all, she was the mother. "I know it was wrong of me to do that. I was drunk, feeling lonely and sorry for myself, and didn't think about the repercussions. None of that excuses what I did; it was wrong and I know that," she said calmly and sincerely. Karla relaxed a little, but was still leery of letting her guard down completely.
"I still don't understand why you felt so lonely. I mean, I thought we were all very close to each other. Then I find out that you hid cameras in our rooms to spy on us. What was that about?" Karla became agitated as she brought up the other subject that had been bothering her so much over the past few days.
"I didn't do it to spy on you guys. I trust you and always have," Lena responded weakly.
"You put them in our rooms to watch us without our knowledge. You don't call that spying," Karla retorted angrily.
"No, no. You're right," Lena backpedaled quickly. "It was spying, but I just didn't want to think of it that way. Regardless, I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry."
"So, what were you looking at if you weren't spying on us?"
Lena looked uncomfortable and turned her eyes away from her daughter. "It's hard to explain...," she started. Karla fixed her mother with an accusing stare, but remained silent. After a few seconds, Lena continued, "It started a few months ago when I noticed that your brother started showing more interest in looking at me. I even caught him a few times trying to look down my top when I would bend over in the kitchen. It surprised me at first, but I found myself enjoying his attention. I can't remember the last time a man looked at me and made me feel physically desirable or attractive. I started playing games with him and giving him opportunities to peep on me. I would wear my nightgown more often and since I never had any underwear on underneath it, it provided the perfect bait for him. I even let him look up underneath it at my bare bottom and pussy a couple times and thought he was going to have an orgasm right then." Lena paused and looked up at her daughter's accusing eyes.