"How was I supposed to know it was you in there?"
Eighteen year old Julie looked at her mother with a look of total disdain after asking what seemed to her like an obvious question.
Marie shrugged timidly, now somewhat sorry she chided her daughter in the first place. She reached for a coffee cup, not wanting to face the girl sitting at the kitchen table.
"When I hear an unusual noise in the extra bedroom...a bedroom that's not supposed to be occupied...in the middle of a party, what do you expect me to do?" Julie asked.
"Walk past and leave us alone," Marie suggested dryly.
"Yeah, right," Julie answered. She took a bite of her bagel and looked over at her brother Justin, who winked.
"And by the way," Marie said, finally making eye contact with her daughter. "What were you doing naked?"
This time when Julie looked at Justin, he didn't wink. It was a much more concerned look on his face.
"Well, uh, I was on my way to the bathroom..."
"Why?" Marie asked.
"Cause I needed to use it?"
Marie shook her head. "I doubt that. Who were you with?"
"Um, like Christine was in Justin's room..."
"Christine?! You were with Christine?" Marie sounded shocked as she leaned back against the counter, unconcerned that her pajama top barely covered her pussy.
"See, Christine and Justin were...like, in the room...and I was just...I was just watching at first..."
Marie tried to contain her smile. She knew it had been Julie's plan all along to get her twenty year old brother together with the gorgeous cheerleader. Christine was attending college with Julie and hers was the image most guys had in their mind as they masturbated the first time after meeting her. Now Marie had double ammunition to try to deflect the discussion away from her own involvement at the party with nineteen year old Todd, the good-looking guy who she was with when Julie so rudely interrupted them.
"Watching them doing what?" Marie asked. "And why did that require you being naked?"
Julie decided to take the offensive. "Nothing we did was anything like what I saw you and Todd doing."
Julie's defiant look didn't scare her mother. Marie was about to reply when Justin said, "What were they doing, Julie?"
Julie was glad to not have to explain why she was naked in Justin's room with Christine, but she felt more than a little uncomfortable going into details of what she saw with her brother sitting there. "They were...uh, together."
Justin pressed on: "Together? How?"
"By the time I finally got the door open," Julie said, "Todd was, like, holding Mom."
Marie and Justin both looked at her silently. Marie would let her go only so far, but Justin wanted it all.
"Todd was holding her up against the door," Julie added before stopping again.
"They were naked?" Justin wanted to know.
"They were more than naked," Julie said.
Finally, Marie decided to step in. "That's enough, young lady. Justin can use his imagination for the rest."
She certainly didn't want to have to explain how she and Julie ended up on the bed together. Marie suspected Julie felt the same way.
"So, don't yell at me for being naked," Julie said, getting up from the table and taking her empty dish to the sink.
As she turned to leave, Marie spanked her on the ass and Julie rubbed herself under her panties, much to Justin's delight. When she was gone and Marie and Justin were alone in the room, their eyes met with mutual anxiety.
Marie was the first to speak. "So, you finally got to be with Christine?"
"Yeah."
"Was it good?" Marie asked, looking at her son from the edge of the counter. She had her legs crossed at the ankles, creating an inviting, tight V near her pussy that her nightshirt clung to. Marie was an exceptionally attractive thirty eight year old woman, still getting the attention of guys Justin's age with her perfect shape.
"Yeah."
"Did you get as hard then as you are now?" Marie's eyes were locked onto the front of her son's gym shorts.
"Mom! Geez, after listening to you and Julie, what do you expect?"
Marie watched Justin wiggle in his seat in an apparent attempt to hide the erection. "It's OK. Or was it Julie that excited you?"
Justin rolled his eyes in frustration, but still looked back at his mother in the end. He scanned her body from her firm thighs up to the ample opening at the top of her shirt. Then he slowly stood up and walked over to her.
"Maybe it was you," he said, standing just inches in front of her, but not touching.
"I doubt that."
"Sounds like you didn't have any trouble making Todd hard," Justin said.
"Justin! That's no way to talk to your mother," Marie exclaimed.
"I think it's only fair that I get to see at least as much as Todd and Julie saw. And it sounded like they saw a lot," Justin said, his hand finally making contact with his mother's hip. He could feel the waistband of her panties underneath her lightweight top.
"I don't think...," Marie began to say. She hesitated as Justin's hand slid behind her and she felt his stiff cock press against her pussy.
"Who got naked first? You or Todd?"
Justin used both hands to grip his mother's tight ass. For her age, Marie had a body that made many of Julie's girlfriends envious. This was the first time Justin took the opportunity to find out for himself.
"I forget," Marie lied.
"C'mon, Mom. It was just last night. You were about to fuck the guy you wore that revealing top for. Now who got naked first?"
Marie felt her son's cock throbbing harder against her body. His hands were pulling up on the bottom of her shirt, exposing more of her ass. "He kind of undressed me."
