Might as well be naked

Jasmin took the tank from her mother and pulled it over her head.

The fabric was soft—worn from years of washing, carrying the faint scent of detergent. It hung loosely on her petite frame, the hem grazing mid-thigh.

But the armholes.

She glanced down. The sides gaped open, the deep cut exposing the entire side of her torso. Without a bra, the curve of her small breasts was visible through the gap. A slight shift of her arm would expose her nipples completely.

And below—

She tugged the hem. It barely covered her pussy. The curve of her ass was a breath away from showing. If she bent over, sat down, moved too quickly—

She turned toward the hallway mirror and caught her reflection. The tank hung off one shoulder. The armhole gaped, revealing the soft swell of her breast, her hard nipple clearly visible from the side. Her bare legs stretched down from the hem—smooth, toned, completely exposed.

Her pussy was hidden. Barely. A few inches of fabric between her and total exposure.

One wrong move and everyone sees everything.

"Well." She looked at her mother, a dry smile on her lips. "Might as well just go to school naked. This barely covers anything anyway."

Her mother tilted her head, eyeing the outfit with an appraising look.

"It's not that bad."

"Mom." Jasmin shifted her weight. The hem rode up slightly. She felt the air brush against her bare pussy lips. "I don't have anything on underneath. No bra. No panties. One wrong move and my tits are out. My ass is out. My—" She gestured vaguely downward. "—everything is out."

Her mother's lips curved into a small smirk.

"You have a beautiful body, Jasmin. Nothing wrong with showing it off a little."

"This isn't 'a little.' This is—"

"Exciting?"

Jasmin stopped.

The word hung in the air between them.

Her mother turned back toward the sink, rinsing a pan. "I see how flushed you are, honey. How hard your nipples are through that fabric." She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not embarrassed. You're turned on."

Jasmin felt her face burn hotter.

"I—"

"It's okay." Her mother smiled. "I was your age once. The thrill of almost being caught. The rush of exposure." She paused. "Your father and I have been together twenty years. You don't think we've had our own adventures?"

Jasmin stared at her, mouth slightly open.

Her mother's words echo in Jasmin's head. The tank barely covers her. She's already so wet, so turned on, so **** for more.