I know I turned beet red as I looked around the store to see if anyone else saw her. Sure, I wanted my mom to look hot in a bikini, but that was ridic...lous. She is my mother, for Christ’s sake.My mother was laughing as I shooed her back into the dressing room. She had gotten me again.Mom paid for the more conservative one we agreed on. As we walked out of the boutique, my mother winked at me. “I win.”We put an arm around each other and chuckled all the way back to the hotel.Mom changed into her. Tom, who is a bit deaf, and was sitting in a chair facing me and with his back to the curtain, obviously hadn’t heard anything. I glanced at the curtain, and could see the outline of Ali, who was obviously ogling my best assets. My pussy was beginning to twitch at the thrill of being spied on, so I decided to flirt a little. I slowly pulled on the see-through top, all the time facing the curtain. Tom let out a whistle, and said, “gee Eve, you look terrific.” I did a twirl, and then slowly. I still live with them and everything so it’s not like she got him to move away from me. No, she stole my dad from me in a much different way. To understand the situation you need to know that I was born on my dad’s 15th birthday. My birth mother wanted to put me up for adoption, but my dad convinced my grandparents to take me into their home and help my dad raise me until he could do it on his own. From the very first moments of my life my dad and I had a very special relationship. He refused. I could not get any chance to advance other than occasional touching of our legs, shoulders and some times hands as we were sitting close and talking.That day I came to know she was quite naughty and not the type I thought, and also that she was attracted towards me by her words. After the party I proposed to leave her at her home and she quickly accepted. On the way to her house the road was quite bad.I had to apply brake quite a number of times and all this time I had the smooth touches of.