New urges for Carrie

Most of the day was business as usual for Carrie. She cleaned, looked over emails, and mostly just relaxed. She sat on her couch, watching tv, watching a rerun of one of her favourite shows. She didn’t think of much, until one scene, where a women kissed another. Carrie had seen the scene several times, but for some odd reason, a wave of heat went through her watching that. She watched, enticed at the scene going on in front of her. Her body getting warmer and warmer. Her hand slowly drifted to the waistband of her pants, but before anything could happen, the sound of the front door opening brought her back.

“Mom, we’re home.” Carrie quickly stood up, turning around just as her two daughters walking. Sarah, who was the oldest, was only a few months away from turning 20. She has long brown hair, a perfect hour glass frame, C sized breast, and a perfect rear to match. Her other daughter Lindsay, just turned 18. She had brown hair tied back into a bun, wearing black framed glassses. She was slightly smaller than her sister, but still had a decent body.

“How was the sleep over?” Carrie asked, as she moved to greet her daughters.

“It was fun.” Replied Lindsay. “We gossiped, told stories, made jokes that eventually turned to a pillow fight.” Carrie momentarily froze, as images of women having playful pillow fights went through her head. But these women weren’t wearing pyjamas. They were wearing bikinis or nothing at all.

“Are you alright mom?” Asked Sarah, as their mother seemed to be staring off to space. After a moment, Carrie shook her head, and smiled. “Of course. Sorry, just something crossed my mind.”

Both her daughters looked at each other and casually shrugged. “We’ll put our dirty laundry in the hamper, then head up stairs.” Said Lindsay, as they grabbed their over night bags, containing their dirty laundry.

“Alright girls. I’ll clean them later.” Said Carrie, as she moved back to the couch, as her daughters took the laundry to the laundry room. Carrie sat there on the couch, still for a moment, as images ran through her mind of slumber parties and other odd things she would never think about.

After a moment, she heard the separate foot steps of her daughters travel up stairs, then the gental close of two doors. Carrie felt something very conflicting within her. Urges she couldn’t explain.

Slowly, she stood back up, and slowly walked back to the laundry room. It was a simple room. A washer, dryer, a hamper, and a old laundry sink. She stepped in, closing the door behind her, quietly locking it.

Her heart was going a mile a minute. Her chest quickly rising and falling with each breath, her cheeks burning up. She walked over to the pile of dirty laundry in the hamper, and began to sift through the clothes. But only after a few seconds, she stopped, seeing a pair of Sarah’s panties in front of her. They had a little heart on the front, made of cotton.

With a unsteady hand, she reached in, picking up the panties, holding them just in front of herself. Her heart rate quickened even more, as a urge went through her, as she stuffed the panties in her face, giving them a large smell.

Another wave of heat went through her, ideas running through her head. She bit her lip, as contemplating what she was feeling. Then, she hooked her fingers into her yoga pants and panties, quickly pulling them down and past her feet. She looked at her daughters panties, a naughty smile spreading across her face as she opened the panties up, and slipped them on.

The panties were a little tight, but that only caused them to work it’s way a little into her butt and pussy crack. Carrie rubbed her pussy, sighing with pleasure at the thought of wearing her own daughters underwear. Images went through her mind of her daughter, imagining what she’d look like in her underwear, or better yet, naked.

Carrie then suddenly stopped. “Wait, did I just think my daughter in a sexual way?” When that thought suddenly hit her, she stopped everything she was doing. She reached down, grabbing her yoga pants, throwing them back on, completely forgetting that she was still wearing Sarah’s panties.

Carrie quickly stepped out of the laundry room, and leaned back against the wall, realizing what just happened.