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Janet and I had rather mixed feelings when our daughter asked if she could move back with us to attend grad school. Of course, we knew it would be great to see her again after being separated for so long. Visits didn't come very often with us on the East coast and her attending school in California. But after our son had left a year ago for college, I think in a way, we'd both become accustomed to our life as empty nesters. But the college Amy would be attending for grad school was only ten miles from our house, so she'd save a bundle by being able to stay with us. Of course, we agreed.
On her first day back, we decided to treat Amy to dinner out. I studied them as they looked at their menus, realizing they could almost be mistaken for sisters, even though Janet, at forty-four was exactly twice Amy's age. The similarities between them were remarkable. Both had jet-black hair, though Janet wore hers a bit longer than Amy's. Both had smooth, white skin and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle as the talked. They both smiled easily, and tended to giggle frequently. As my eyes went back and forth between them, I realized Amy had inherited her mother's large, full breasts. Despite their difference in age, I saw that Janet's waist was every bit as slim as her daughter's, a result, I knew, of many hours spent at a nearby health club.
Their tastes in clothing were different, though. I'd known that for years. My wife tended to be very casual in her dress, but for some reason, Amy had always been more formal. Even as a teenager, she'd preferred skirts to jeans. It was the family joke that since the age of twelve, when mom had a formal event to go to she'd check with Amy to help pick out her clothes and review her makeup decisions.
Even now, their different tastes in clothing was visible. When we'd decided to eat out, Amy had immediately changed into something fancier than the slacks and t-shirt she'd been wearing. As I looked at her, I realized how elegant my daughter looked. She wore a light green, knee length skirt that showed off her long, trim legs. Her blouse was a matching light green color, with ruffles around the collar and the sleeves, the ruffles having the effect of highlighting the shape and contours of her full breasts. She wore a simple pearl necklace, and earrings with stones that matched the color of her eyes.
Where Janet hardly ever wore makeup, tonight Amy had used a bright red lipstick that gave her lips a full, pouty look, and she'd applied eye shadow that highlighted the intensity of her deep blue eyes.
In demeanor, too, they were different. It was almost as if their roles were reversed. Amy had been a straight A student, she'd rarely misbehaved as a child, and while mom listened to rock and roll, daughter preferred classical music. Her room was always kept neat and tidy, whereas my wife tended not to care about the house's appearance. Our daughter always had a reserved, almost sophisticated air about her, while Janet was more laid back and open.
I watched my wife as she took another sip of wine. She could go for days without having a drink, but when she did drink, maybe at a party or some other social occasion, she tended to get a little wild. Once, we'd been at a party and she started arguing with our host to the point where I was sure punches were about to fly. I quickly took her home. Another time, we were at a fancy dinner party where she'd had a little too much to drink. One of the husbands bet her she wouldn't get on the dining room table and do a strip tease routine. Never one to refuse a dare, Janet was already on the table with her blouse off before I could drag her away.
*****
"Things have changed a little since you and Davie went to college," Janet said after we'd ordered our food. Amy stared at her with a confused look on her face.
"I mean, some of our habits have changed," Janet continued.
"What?" Amy asked, still confused. I wasn't sure what Janet was getting at either.
"Like our clothes when we're at home. Lot's of times we don't bother wearing any."
I could see a slight blush come over Amy's face. I think I blushed a little also. But it was true. In the year since Amy's younger brother had left and we had the house to ourselves, Janet and I frequently wouldn't bother wearing anything around the house. I had a sneaking suspicion that Janet had a little exhibitionist streak in her and got a secret kick out of being nude.
"I don't know if I'll be able to get accustomed to wearing them again," Janet continued with a giggle, "what about you, Tom?"
I could feel my blush deepen. I didn't answer so Janet continued.
"You won't mind will you, Amy, if we dress... casually... around the house."
"God, mom!" Amy exclaimed, her blush now matching mine, "that's every kid's nightmare, to have their parents run around naked in front of them."
"Maybe we'll be able to convert you, too," Janet smiled at her.
"I highly doubt it, mom," Amy said, rolling her eyes.
*****
Janet was true to her word. Later that evening, Amy and I were sitting in the kitchen. She was getting me caught up on her plans for grad school. Amy was facing the door into the kitchen and saw her mother first. She let out a little groan and her face immediately turned red.
"I told you I wasn't going to change my habits just because you've moved in, Amy," Janet said.
She had on her favorite silk nightshirt. It was my favorite, too, because she looked so sexy in it, but it probably wasn't appropriate to wear in the presence of our daughter. She'd told me she wore it because she liked the feel of the silky material against her skin. It was blue with short sleeves, and the bottom of it came only three or four inches below her waist. Rather than buttons, the shirt originally had a cloth sash that tied at the waist, but Janet had long since gotten rid of the sash and now, the nightshirt simply hung open at the front, it's sides somehow managing to loosely cover her breasts. Lower, she had on a pair of blue silk panties that left most of her hips and ass exposed.
"I feel comfortable this way," she announced, "and I don't care what you guys think about it."
I glanced at Amy and shrugged my shoulders. She shook her head and looked at me with an expression that seemed to say 'I guess we'll just have to put up with her craziness.'
Amy continued to fill us in on her grad school plans, what classes she'd be taking and what her schedule would be. As Amy talked, her mother reached forward for the bottle of wine across the counter, causing the top of her nightshirt to part, and I watched as the sides of the shirt slowly slid off her breasts until her breasts were completely exposed, hanging out full and bare in front of her. Janet didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't do anything to cover herself up. She poured her wine and took a sip.
Meanwhile, Amy paused, maybe waiting to see how long it would take her mother to cover up. But it soon became clear Janet had no intention of covering her nakedness. A few minutes later, Amy covered her mouth and yawned.
"It's late. I think I'll be heading to bed," she said as she stood and went upstairs.
Janet took another sip of wine and turned toward me. Her feet rested on either side of the stool, her legs slightly parted, and I allowed my gaze to travel up the length of her thighs to the point where they came together, the mounds of her pussy pushing against the fabric of her panties.
"I think I'll be heading to bed, too," she said, "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Why?"
"I woke up a few times in the middle of the night. From a dream."
"What was it?" I asked.
"I can't tell you," she said with a giggle, "it was too weird."
"Dreams are supposed to be weird," I said, "you can tell me."
"OK," she said, "I'll try. But it's really silly."
She took another sip of wine and giggled again.
"I came home from work," she said, "like any other day, and I hear noises from upstairs, except no one's supposed to be at home, so I creep up the stairs and I hear the noises are coming from our bedroom, so I look in."
"And?" I said.
Janet took another sip of wine.
"It's too weird."
"Tell me."
"OK," she continued, "in my dream, I look in the bedroom and I see you and Amy and Davie. And you're all on the bed. And you're all...naked. And Amy's kneeling there while Davie's, you know, Davie's doing it to her from behind. And you're in front of her and she's, she's, you know, sucking you off. And in my dream, I want to scream, or cry out, but I can't. I'm frozen there, unable to move, watching my husband and two children fucking on the bed. And then suddenly, in the dream, all three of you look in my direction and you and Davie have this evil smile on your faces and you get up and grab me and throw me on the bed and you strip off my clothes and you take turns...you take turns....doing me, while Amy watches, laughing. And in my dream, it goes on for hours. You each, you know, you each...cum, then you do it again, and you both cum again and again, until in my dream there's cum everywhere, flowing out of my mouth and from my pussy and from my ass and the bed is covered with a layer of white, gooey cum, but you both keep going and going."
Janet giggled and took another sip of wine.
"I told you it was strange," she said with a sheepish smile on her face.
"Hey, we've all had strange dreams," I said, "They don't mean anything."
"I guess you're right," Janet said as she stood to go upstairs.
*****
Between work and Amy's schedule at school, our lives were so hectic during the next few days we didn't really see much of each other. Friday came, though, and we decided to get together and eat out. After dinner, we had a couple of drinks at a bar near our house and on the way back, we stopped to rent a movie.
"I think you guys will really like it," Amy told us, "I've read some great reviews about it."
"We'll meet in the TV room in ten minutes," Janet announced when we got to the house, "I'll get the wine and some popcorn."
"Get me a glass, too," Amy told her.
I was a little surprised; Amy had already had two glasses at the bar. I hope Janet wasn't being a bad influence on her, I chuckled to myself.
I went upstairs to change while Janet headed to the kitchen. I threw on a pair of cotton gym shorts and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. Amy was already there, movie in hand. I sat on the sofa facing the TV and Amy plopped down on an easy chair to the side and a little in front of the sofa.
"Will you be able to see from there?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll just turn it around a bit," she said, getting up and rotating the chair to face the TV.
"I'll be right there," Janet shouted from the kitchen, "just let me go up and change."
A minute later, Janet came in with our wine and plopped down beside me on the couch. She'd changed into a knee length nightgown. It was fastened at the waist with a large bow and I couldn't tell what she had on, or didn't have on, underneath. Amy got up from her chair to start the movie.
"Jeez, Amy," Janet exclaimed, "you can't watch a movie like that."
Amy turned and looked at her.
"Like what?"
"Like....wearing the same clothes you've been in all day. Go put something comfortable on."
