They had two pretty daughters. One was my age, the other was in college. The closest I ever came to getting caught was at Mrs. W's house, and it was a...l my fault. I made regular stops there and I was usually afforded a pretty good view of her. She would leave her bathroom window slightly ajar while she did her thing in there. When she'd hop in the shower, she would be standing almost next to me and it got me so hot I could scream. One night, she went to take her usual shower and got into the. I would say so, Karen chuckled. Ignoring Karens chuckle and the implications that went along with it, I continued my story, So, that night, I must confess, I spent hours online, reading story after story on the Literotica website, in the lesbian section. Occasionally, I would click on a story at the end of another story that had similar themes. This led me to the occasional group sex story and, I hate to admit it, a few incest stories. It wasnt the incest that turned me on, but the utter. She tossed shorts and a tee at me, while she dressed in another set from the drawer. Like I said, other than height, we were built along similar lines, although I think she filled those shorts better than I ever did.That was when I learned of one other critical difference. She reached into the small backpack she had been wearing on her bike and pulled out a wedding and engagement ring combo. My heart sank as I saw it. She saw me staring and looked at her ring as if she was seeing it for the. Then I dug out her white half-slip and pulled that up my legs and over her panties and hopped in bed. I played with myself for quite a while, rubbing and sliding Mom’s silky half-slip over her panties. The heat made it difficult to sleep so I figured I might as well enjoy the time. It got late and I was rather horny by this point, naughty even, and began thinking about Mom catching me in her half-slip of all things! I figured that might really get a rise out of her and maybe, just maybe, spur.