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..."
"Take care of yourself?"
"Yep."
"Let me ask you something," she said, leaning and whispering. "Did it feel good when you did that thinking about us?"
"Oh my yes. I squirted all over my little bed," I said smiling.
"Oh my Carmen," she said. "I think that is making me a little aroused."
"You two were hot, especially you, when you, you know...orgasmed."
We looked at each other and I allowed my eyes to travel up and down her body. She is in fantastic shape. Little white shorts were still working for her at 53. She leaned in close as she saw me looking. I felt myself wanting to kiss her. I'd always been attracted to her and spent many a night fantasizing about her.
"Are you thinking about me right now?" she whispered, into my ear.
"Yes," I said, back, softly.
"Hey guys, we're gonna go in for a bit ok?" mom announced, and she got up and went through the sliding glass door and I quickly followed.
She leaned up against the kitchen counter, wine glass in her hand, smiling at me.
"Come here darlin."
I walked toward her and sat my own drink down, she leaned in and kissed me gently, full lips on full lips, then she opened her mouth and I didn't resist. We began making out right there in the kitchen. Slowly at first, then more and more passionately. Mom let her hands travel to my taught ass and she got a full feel. I returned her affection and put my hands on her gorgeous ass. It is unbelievable how firm it is at her age.