I stand in the kitchen, making supper, with our 18 year old daughter Kimmy. I hear the front door open and you walk in from work. From the foyer you yell "Sarah! Kimmy! Get over here!" We rush to the door to see you standing there, furious. "I thought I told you two I wanted you here, to greet me when I got home from work every day."
"I'm sorry sir. We were making dinner." I look down at the ground. "I lost track of time."
"That's no excuse Sarah! Get in the bedroom, both of you!"
I take Kimmy by the hand and we walk to the bedroom. "Are we in trouble mom?" she asks.
"Baby, just do what he says. Just like you always do." We stand beside the bed and wait to be told what to do.
You sit on the edge of the bed and look us up and down. "Strip. Now."
Kimmy looks at me and I nod. She pulls the straps of her pink sundress down and lets it fall to the ground, stepping out of it. Her young, pale body nearly naked now. Long blond hair falling just below her shoulders. Big blue eyes staring at you. She pulls her white panties down and steps out of them as well. Slightly embarrassed by her nakedness and tries to cover up a little, crossing her arms. You look her up and down slowly and nod in approval. I pull my shirt up over my head and undo my red, lacy bra. I let it fall off my firm breasts and to the ground. I unbutton my skinny jeans and shimmy out of them and my thong, which matches my bra. I take my hair out of its pony tail and shake my long brown hair. I can see the bulge in your pants start to rise. I smirk knowing this is turning you on.