When I went downstairs mother was starting dinner. I walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the countertop. "Hi mom, what's cooking?" Oh Lucy, I a... so sorry about interrupting... ah,... barging in on you. I had call out your name and when you didn't answer I... well... I am just sorry about your privacy." Hey mom, it's OK. Really. You just surprised me, that's all."Mother had taken off her suit jacket while she worked around the kitchen and I was gazing at her blouse, a silk thing that I am. I pulled her close and started stroking between her labia, drawing forth the familiar moaning and wetness. I kissed her deeply as I slid a finger into her pussy, flicked my thumb across her clit, and got an instant orgasm out of her. “And what would that solution be?” she asked between gasping breaths. I pulled my drenched, pussy-slicked finger out of her cunt and slid it back to her puckered opening. I pushed gently, eliciting another moan. “Oh yeah, baby,” was all she had to say. I got up. I’ve worn it a couple of times, but never without a bra and a slip or a camisole under it.The skirt is probably the shortest of my old, conservative items of clothing. It comes to about three inches above my knee, maybe four. I liked the way I looked in it but I had also been just a tad uncomfortable wearing it because I didn’t think it was really my style. I have only worn it once, despite the occasional request from Rob to wear it when we went out for dinner or a movie.It isn’t a miniskirt or. . like the speed of light she does all laundry. She washes, she drys, she folds all the clothes into laundry baskets. All this while totally naked. Her lover cant believe what he is seeing. From the laundry room to the living room where she dusts, mops, vaccums, and cleans the room spotless. Her lover is in heaven seeing her like this. After the living room is done she comes over to him and says... "Time for you to join the fun". They race upstairs and just like the scene in clockwork.