Daughter's Friend

You enter the house and begin to make yourself a quick lunch. A sandwich and a salad. As you eat, you call out to Merry, “When is your friend coming over?”

Merry pauses her game and looks at the wall where a mechanical clock hangs. “She should be arriving soon,” your daughter responds.

When Merry turns to you, you notice her breasts thump onto the back of the couch. Her nipples are visible. “Aren’t you going to put a bra on?” you question.

Merry blushes and looks down at her chest. “I talked to Tiffany, and she said we shouldn’t wear them for practice.”

You sigh and wonder if it’s Tiffany’s kink making her say that. But either way, it’s not good to **** her sister. “You shouldn’t let others **** you to do things you aren’t comfortable with. I’ll talk to her,” you tell Merry.

Merry purses her lip in a pout. “We talked already, Mom. I can make my own decisions!” she harumphs, turning back to her game.

Teenagers are always so moody, you think. Still, you should go check on Tiffany. It’s not right for her to talk her sister into not wearing a bra and then hiding in her room all day.

When you are down to just a few bites left, you access the KDK app. You activate no one can see me, and caught by family, then finish your meal.

You enter Tiffany’s room and get a good view of your beautiful daughter as she turns from her computer. She has her long hair tied in pigtails. The hair almost reaches the floor swooshing from the chair's movement. Her pink nipples are perky and make you want to suck them, and her toned body makes you want to run your hands along her stomach.

Your daughter crosses her arms and complains, “This has been happening a lot lately.”

You feel guilty, so you say, “I’ll try and be more careful.”

Tiffany shakes her head. “No, it’s my fault,” she replies, rubbing her forehead. “I guess I don’t mind too much.”

You smile brightly, happy that your daughter isn’t angry. “I came to talk to you about this evening. Merry said that you decided to go braless?”

Your daughter gives a single nod. “Yeah.”

You tilt your head and say, “You shouldn’t **** her to do things she’s not comfortable with. She gets that enough from Jessica.”

Tiffany looks at you in shock. “I didn’t **** anything. We decided together. You always baby her,” Tiffany complains.

“Alright, I understand,” you respond lovingly. You then put your hands on your hips. “But you can’t hide in here.”

“What?”

“You have to join us in the living room. You both need experience,” you state.

Your daughter slouches and whines, “But they only play video games.”

“We can play together,” you console.

“They always win though it’s not fun.”

You walk over and pat Tiffany’s shoulder. “It’s not about winning but about the experience.”

Tiffany crosses her arms and says, “That’s such a mom thing to say.”

You laugh. “I’m a mom.” You then tap her shoulder supportively. “Merry said Misaki will be over soon. Get dressed.”

“Fiiiine,” your daughter drones as you turn away.

You head out and do a bit of cleaning until Merry’s friend arrives. She enters the house in her uniform, a white blouse with a grey vest. The vest doesn’t cover her ample chest and instead frames them. The grey skirt looks new and reaches just below her ankles.

“Hello, Miss Squirter,” Misaki says with a curtsey as you open the door.

“Good evening. It’s been a while since your last visit. We are always happy to have you over.”

Misaki blushes and thanks you as she enters. You notice her eyes staring at your breasts. Her eyes seem to wander all over you, reminding you that you are wearing a light-sun dress. Once inside, the small woman heads to the bathroom.

She must have had to go pretty bad. You think as you head towards Tiffany’s room. You knock and say, “Misaki is here.”

After a moment, Misaki leaves the room, and you are shocked as Misaki’s D cup now bounce unrestrained. Unlike your family, you can’t see any nipples. Misaki notices your eyes and entwines her fingers in a praying motion. Her arms squashed between her breasts.

“I heard about the rule. My Mom always tells me it’s important to follow the rules,” She explains.

Merry calls her over, and Misaki skips over with vigor, her chest swaying. They begin to talk about what game they should play. As they are talking, Tiffany enters the living room and walks over.

With everyone assembled, you say, “I thought we could play together.”

Merry and Misaki look at each other for a moment then Misaki shrugs. With that, Merry picks out a four-player game. It’s one where you play mini-games while going around the board.

You sit between Tiffany and Misaki and begin to play. It’s not long before you feel a shock from your ankle. “Ouch.” Both you and Misaki jump. You hadn’t noticed you were touching her, and you forgot about the app auto-registering.

You feel a bit bad, but it doesn’t affect the rest of the evening. You laugh and play the night away. Even Tiffany gets into it. You lose almost every game, but you are happy spending time with your daughters.

When it gets late, Misaki asks, “Is it alright if I spend the night? We won’t be able to see each other soon. The two friends look at you with sad eyes.

“No problem. Make yourself at home,” you reassure. There isn’t any reason to deny the request anyways.