My name is Carmen and I wanted to share some experiences I've had in the recent past. I'm a blonde, 5'4. I'm very cute. I don't have the big boobs I'd like to have, but I have a genetically crafted lower body that I get from my mom. My legs are my best feature as they are muscular and shapely. I get those directly from my mom, who at 53, is still a knock out. I'm her little carbon copy.
She and my Dad had me when they were 18 as I am 35. I also have an 18-year old son Doug.
Few weeks back, the four of were sitting around on my parents' gorgeous deck, enjoying the sun and sipping wine. Doug and my Dad talking sports on one side of the deck, with me and my mom in the sun, talking about nothing, sipping wine.
I had on a blue tennis skirt and white sketchers, nothing too erotic or anything, least I didn't think so, until mom pointed something out to me.
"Hey, Carmen, she said softly, "Do you notice your Dad and Doug checking our your legs?"
"Mom. They are not!," I said incredulously. "Maybe they are checking our yours. They look just like mine you know."
"Seriously, just watc.. Sit up and adjust, then slowly recross your legs."
I giggled. Intrigued at her serious level. So I did just that. I sat up and tied one of my shoes, then slowly leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs, being sure to let my pretty short skirt ride up to the hip.
Sure enough, as I glance over there, both of the men were getting a not very subtle eyeful.
"See?" she said, laughing.
"Oh my god, I think you're right," I said. "That's um....mmm...not sure what to make of that."
"You're hot daughter of mine," mom said, sipping her wine.
"Thank you Mom. So are you," I said, looking right into her eyes.
"Doug is getting quite a body."
"Mother!" I said, as she giggled. I paused a little.
"Yes, he is actually," I admitted.
"You two all alone in that house...."
I started to think about that in a way I'd not before, and I was beginning to get a little wet as this conversation continued.
"You and Dad still have a healthy sex life?"
"Oh yes."
"I watched you two once when I was a teenager you know."
"You did not!? Naughty girl."
"I did. You looked good mom. So did he actually."
"What did you see?"
"Everything,"I giggled. "Well, until I couldn't take it anymore and I had to go, you know..."