Her mother is there

Sabrina's bare feet padded silently on the lush carpet of the upstairs landing. She could feel her bare buttocks jiggle with every step, while her breasts did the same within the soft confines of her hoodie. She was made three or four steps away from the bathroom when her mother suddenly exited her brother's bedroom holding a basket of laundry. The two women stood, both momentarily frozen in shock, before Sabrina covered her crotch with the bundled up pyjamas in her hands.

"Oh. Sabrina." Her mother said, taking in her daughter's lack of attire. "Is this, uh, is this something the psychologist recommended?"

"Yes." Sabrina lied. Then she thought: was it a lie? This was a form of controlled streaking, after all. She could easily have gotten dressed before leaving her room but she, Sabrina, had chosen not to.

"Well, I was just getting a wash together." Her mother replied. "Do you, ah, want to throw the hoodie in?"

"No thanks." Sabrina replied, taking control. She thought of her sex-sticky bedsheets. "I have some other stuff that needs washing, but I'd like to take care of it myself."

"That's... oh, I'm liking this." Her mother beamed. "But, ah... if you wouldn't mind staying dressed while in the house? I wouldn't want your brother to see you like this."

"Of course." Sabrina replied.

She stepped into the bathroom, feeling the cold tiles against her bare soles, and shut the door behind her. Then she buried her face in her hands - and subsequently her pyjamas. She couldn't believe she'd let her mother see her like this! How embarrassing. But at the same time... it felt empowering to take control like that, to take responsibility for her own chores.

After placing her pyjamas on the hook behind the door, Sabrina pulled the hoodie over her head and dumped it on the floor. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. For the next ten minutes she luxuriated in the shower, washing away the sins of the night before and smothering herself in rose fragranced shower gel. Afterwards she shut off the shower and decided to admire herself in the bathroom mirror. Her skin looked amazing like this; slick and glistening in the light, smooth to the touch, her bare pussy looking moist. As she picked up a towel and began to dry off, she wondered if it would be safe to go streaking in the rain. It seemed a shame to only enjoy the "wet look" in the confines of her bathroom.

After she was dry, Sabrina put on her pyjamas, gathered up her hoodie, and returned to her bedroom. She quickly dressed for school before gathering up her laundry in a basket - bedsheets, hoodie, a few other scattered clothes - and headed downstairs for breakfast.