Kira Finster had a dilemma, and she was unsure how to go about solving it. On the one hand, she had just caught her eighteen-year-old daughter dominating and pleasuring a man, and she knew that she should be upset about it, barge in there, and berate them both for having sex. On the other hand though, her pencil skirt was hiked up around her hips, her pantyhose and panties pushed down past her thighs, and her fingers were glistening from the orgasm she had just experienced.
She didn't know how long they had been at it before she had arrived home from her business meeting, but they hadn't heard her arrival nor did they hear her crack open the door just enough for her to peek in just in time to see Kimi putting anal beads inside Tommy. It had been weeks since she and her husband had been intimate- it was of course pollen season and Chaz had been dealing with his seasonal allergies- and the sight before her had turned her on so much. It was all so taboo!
The kids had fallen asleep by the time Kira pulled herself together and looked at her wristwatch, Damn, not enough time! The boys will be home any minute! Adjusting her clothes back into their proper places, she quietly closed the door back and hurried back to the front of the house, taking only a moment to take a few calming breaths before opening the front door and closing it loudly.
"Kimi? I'm home!" she called into the house, smiling knowingly as she heard a scrambling, hurried commotion coming from down the hallway. Going to the kitchen where she had left her leather briefcase on the kitchen counter, she busied herself by washing her hands, cleaning away at least part of the evidence of her involvement.
She was drying her hands when Tommy slid into the kitchen, looking ruffled and hastily dressed, "Ah, Mrs. Finster, welcome home!"
Kira smiled, feigning surprise at seeing the young man, "Oh, I didn't know you were here, Tommy. How are you?" She hung the towel back on its hook by the sink and went to the fridge, "Are you staying for dinner? I'll have to set out some extra-"
"No, no, I'm not staying!" Tommy hurriedly cut her off, looking a bit frazzled when she looked back across the kitchen counter at him, "Kimi and I were just playing some games on her PC, but I gotta head back home soon. Mom's making casserole tonight."
"That sounds nice," Kira smiled, opening the fridge and getting out a bottled water, "is Kimi all right? I thought I heard a commotion back there when I came in."
Tommy looked like a cornered rabbit, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open as he scrambled for some kind of excuse. I see why Kimi likes him, Kira thought as she opened her bottle and took a sip of the cool, refreshing water, he's cute... and a horrible liar.
Fortunately, Kimi chose that time to make her appearance, walking into the kitchen from the hallway in an overly large shirt- probably one of Tommy's- and a pair of gray sweatpants, "Hi, mom, I'm fine. I just had to pee and tripped over the clothes basket. No biggie." She went to her mom and gave her her usual greeting of a tight hug and a gentle peck on the cheek, "How was your meeting?"
"It was fine, we finally decided on the fall line," Kira smiled, pecking her daughter's cheek and returning the hug before looking across at Tommy, "Tommy was just saying he was heading home. I hope you were a good host while he was here?"
Tommy's face turned a shade of red that reminded her of an in-season tomato, but again Kimi was there to rescue him, "Of course I was! You taught me well." She looked back to her daughter and was impressed to see that Kimi showed no signs of distress or reaction to her teasing probes.
"Yes… I suppose I have," Kira smiled, knowing then and there that she was going to have a sit down with her daughter and discuss what else she could teach her daughter.