Barbara was tall, with the same hair coloring as Julie. The dress she was wearing wasn't a mini, nor was it a knee dress. It came somewhere between. Barbara still had her youthful looks, her shape exquisite. Julie noticed that her mother's breasts were a shade larger than her own, and her hips were fuller, too. But on Barbara, it was good.
"Lift your dress," Julie said. "Let me see your legs."
"See my legs?" Barbara asked. She was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning on it as her daughter looked her over. "What on earth for, Julie?"
"Come on, don't be shy, mother." Julie reached out and started to lift her mother's dress.
"I'll do it," Barbara said, surprising herself.
She pulled the skirt of her dress up until it was an inch or so below her hips.
"Higher," Julie said.
Barbara peered at her daughter quizzically, not understanding. She hesitated a moment. Something odd was going on inside her body. She could feel a stirring that had not been there for some time. Although she dated often enough, Barbara had seldom felt pleasure with the men. Her husband, who had been quite virile, had been able to keep her very satisfied. But the men she dated now didn't seem to perform well enough for her satisfaction. She knew they didn't want to establish any permanent relationship with her, and she felt it was because of her teenaged children. There were times when she felt she had been nothing more than just a hole for them to poke around in, to use for their pleasures only.
But now, holding her dress to her hips and letting Julie look at her, Barbara felt the tingling pleasure of old. She couldn't understand it, and she wasn't sure she liked it, either. She had never been attracted to another female in her life. But certainly she couldn't be attracted to her own daughter!
"Higher, mother," Julie said again.
Barbara surprised herself by raising her dress higher. She pulled away from the sink, and was amazed that she had lifted her dress to her waist.
"You have lovely legs, mother," Julie said, "and your hips are out of this world. I didn't know you wore bikini panties."
Barbara felt a warm flush on her cheeks, but it wasn't from embarrassment; it came from that inner sensation of pleasure. She was wearing a pair of pale green panties, lacy about the edges and crotch, with a fish-net fabric for the rest.
"Turn around," Julie said, twirling her finger to emphasize her words.
Barbara again surprised herself-she turned.
Julie looked at her mother's ass, seeing the flesh through the fish-net design. The flesh was white, but the thighs were slightly tanned. It was a very shapely ass, with full cheeks, a sloping swell with an alluring split between.
"Not bad," Julie said, and reached out to run her hand over her mother's ass. "Not bad at all."
Barbara dropped her dress and turned. She shivered, and the shiver still lingered when she faced her daughter. There was a slight flush on her smooth cheeks, and a brightness in her eyes.
"Yes, mother, I'd say you were sexy," Julie smiled. "In fact, I'd say you were very sexy."
"And I'd say this is enough foolishness."
Julie laughed, a gay peal of delight. "Why mother! I think you're getting hot and bothered!"
Barbara turned away, fussing with dishes. There was a warmth in the crotch of her panties, and her legs felt a bit wobbly. She was aware of the rigid condition of her nipples.
Julie knew her mother was aroused, and it amused her. She slapped the shapely ass playfully, then ran from the kitchen. Barbara turned and stared after her daughter, puzzled by her responses.
"Hi, little brother," Julie said to Kenney, who was sprawled over the couch with his eyes gazing at the flickering screen of the television set across the room. "Is that all you do… watch the boob tube?"
"No," he replied, not taking his eyes from the action on the set. "Sometimes I crawl around in the dark of night and eat up little girls."
"Oh, you do, do you," Julie laughed, slapping him on his jeans covered ass. "That must be nice for the little girls."
He looked up at her. "Do you always have sex on the brain, Julie?"
"What else," she shot an impish grin at him. "It's more exciting than sitting around watching Captain Whozit on that piss-assed tube."
She danced about the living room, kicking playfully at her brother. "In fact, sex is more exciting than anything I know of." She stopped wiggling and looked intently at him. "I bet you don't even know what sex is, Kenney."
"Up yours, Julie," he retorted, but good humouredly. There was seldom any bickering in the Kramer household, Any arguments were on the good-natured side.
"You'd like that," she said, waggling her bikinied ass at him. "You'd really like that. The only thing is, you couldn't handle it, little boy."
He struck out at her waggling ass with his hand, but Julie danced away, giggling.
Barbara entered the living room just as Kenney had struck out. "Okay, you two. That's enough rough-housing."
"Kenney said he wanted to stick something up my butt," Julie laughed.
"I did not!" her brother protested. "Mom, I didn't say that."
Barbara regarded her daughter. After the scene in the kitchen, it was quite possible Julie was teasing her brother, she thought, teasing him sexually.
Again she felt the warm sensation between her legs.
"I don't care who said what," Barbara said, her voice sounding nervous. "I don't want any rough housing going on, not in the house. You two want to wrestle, go outside."
The tone of her mother's voice caused Julie to look closely. The flush was still on her mother's cheeks, and Julie suspected what her mother was feeling. The fact that Barbara would not look directly at her confirmed the idea.
"Want to go outside, little brother?" Julie asked Kenney. "I'll whip your ass-but good!"
He gave her a brave-boy sneer. "You couldn't whip my co… uh, anything."
"Kenney!" Barbara said sternly.
Julie laughed. "Why, you little stud! I didn't think you talked that way. I bet you don't even know what that little thing is for."
"Julie!" Barbara said sharply, but her voice quivered. "Now, that's enough. Both of you!"
"Party pooper," Julie grinned at her mother. "I guess I'll just go have my shower… and you better not peek! Either one of you."
She swung her half-naked ass from the room, Barbara watching her go. Julie had changed these past nine months, she felt. She had always been a straightforward girl, but not this bold. The little by-play between Kenney and Julie was about as far as brother and sister could go, Barbara thought. But the things that were said, the way they were said, the expression on Julie's face, all of it combined to make Barbara tremble. Any other time she would not have paid all that much attention to it, but now, after the kitchen thing, every word had a meaning hidden somewhere.
Barbara had a strange sensation that told her the weekend was going to change her life forever. She sat in a chair, hugging her breasts as she gazed unseeingly at the television set.
Julie finished her shower and sat in the middle of her bed, sorting out bits and pieces of jewelry she had collected over the years, but seldom wore. She was dressed in her shorty gown, a flimsy bit of cloth that clung to her slim body, molded her breasts, and hung mid-way to her ass. Giving in to her home convention, she had also pulled on a pair of matching panties.
It was ten o'clock by this time, and she was considering ways to get out of the house over the next two days so she could be with Mark. The big problem was this being her first weekend home, and she knew her mother would want her with the family, at least the first weekend.
As she sorted the jewelry, she listened to the sounds of her mother and brother preparing for bed. Although she had spent a wonderful day with Mark in the very bed she was now sitting on, Julie still felt excitement rumbling through her. Her room was situated at the end of the hall, near the bathroom. Her brother had a room opposite, with his door just past hers down the hall. The master bedroom that her mother used was at the other end of the house.