#mother approval

My mother grinned at me and said, “Your birthday present is in the basement.”

So I eagerly rand own the stairs as Mom giggled behind me. I saw a curtain where there wasn’t one before and pulled it aside.

I saw Mom’s (much) younger sister sitting in the chair that was always in that corner with her legs crossed.

“Huh?” I said, confused. “Mom said my birthday present was down here. Do you know what she was talking about.”

Aunt Beth smirked and uncrossed her legs and spread her knees wide enough that I could see all the way up her skirt and clearly see that her nylons were crotchless and that she wasn’t wearing panties. “Yup,” she purred as she beckoned me to her with a slim finger.

“Oh, wow,” I whispered as I went closer to her. “Happy birthday to me.”

Aunt Beth just giggled and unbuttoned her jacket as I knelt down and started eating her out.

The next morning, Mom smirked at us as we staggered up the stairs for breakfast. “So I see you two thoroughly debauched each other. So did you like your birthday present?”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning.

“And did your birthday present like being presented?”

“Oh, yeah,” Aunt Beth purred.

“Did you tell him yet?”

“Oh….no.” Aunt Beth giggled. “I kinda forgot.” She turned to me. “So…no take backsies. I’m your present for good. So - do you want me to move in with you in your room or do you want to move in with me in my apartment?”

I looked at Mom. She nodded and shrugged to indicate it was my decision.

“Move in with you.”

“Thought so,” they both chorused before giggling.

I lifted the camera to my eye and prepared to take the picture as my daughter posed sexily. “Are you sure this is the dress you want to wear when Brad takes you to the dance?”

She nodded and smirked. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

I shook my head.

Hours later as I heard the headboard of his bed banging against the wall, I shook my head again. Sure looked like Brad liked his sister’s dress. Perhaps it was time to pull out a sexy dress of my own, I thought as my panties got wet.

The whole time Mom was on her business trip, the only thing Dad let me wear around the house was a skimpy thong. At first I was a little reluctant - I mean, it wasn’t like it was all that hot and I did get a bit cold from time to time.

But by the time a few days had passed, I got used to it and it didn’t bother me all that much anymore. I also loved how it got him so hot that he was fucking me a lot more than usual. True, he usually had to divide his attention between me and mom but still.

I’m thinking of asking him if he can just have both of us be like this around the house all the time from now on.

Now that Mom’s approved of my lingerie, it’s time to get dressed for my date with Daddy.

Ever since Mom found out about us and gave her permission, Dad just can’t keep his hands off me anywhere in the house.

Not that I want him to, you understand, but I think he mostly does it to see how many times he can make Mom roll her eyes. *giggle*

Every Friday night, Mom would take Daddy a nice drink while dressed in not very much at all. And, yes, she was very obvious about it - no secrets around here.

Then one night, she called me to her bedroom and explained to me that it was time I started taking my turn. So she dressed me in one of Daddy’s favorite outfits and gave me his favorite drink then ushered me out saying, “You’re wearing his favorite outfit and carrying his favorite drink. Now why don’t you go give him his favorite daughter?”

We both giggled at that and I strutted off to do just that. Ever since then, I’ve taken my turn every other week.

My mom got me this nice hat. It’s so nice that she’s so accepting of who and what I am, especially since the man that first helped me descend into slutdom was her own husband - my father.