She goes naked

Jasmin stared at her mother, mouth slightly open.

Her mother's words echoed in her head. The thrill of almost being caught. The rush of exposure. You're not embarrassed—you're turned on.

The tank barely covered anything. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, aching. Her bare pussy throbbed beneath the hem, slick with arousal. She was already so exposed—what was a few more inches of fabric really hiding?

What would she say if I just... didn't wear it?

The thought made her pulse spike.

"Mom."

Her mother glanced over, still rinsing the pan.

"What would you say if I didn't wear the tank?"

Her mother's hands stilled. She turned, leaning against the counter, her eyes moving slowly over Jasmin's body—the deep armholes, the hem barely grazing her thighs, the obvious arousal in her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Jasmin's voice caught. She swallowed. "I mean what if I just... went to school. Like this." She gestured vaguely at herself. "Without it."

Her mother was quiet for a long moment.

"You mean naked."

"Yes."

The word hung in the air between them.

Jasmin's heart pounded. Her pussy clenched. She was pushing—testing—seeing how far this acceptance really went. Part of her expected her mother to laugh it off, to tell her not to be ridiculous, to hand her the tank and send her on her way.

But another part of her—the part that was dripping wet and thrumming with need—hoped she wouldn't.

Her mother tilted her head. Her expression was unreadable.

"Are you asking for permission, Jasmin? Or permission to be caught?"

Jasmin blinked. "I... I don't know."

Her mother set down the pan and walked toward her. She stopped inches away, her dark eyes locked on Jasmin's.

"You're an adult. Eighteen years old. If you want to walk out that door naked, I'm not going to stop you." Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "But I want you to be honest with yourself about why you're doing it."

Jasmin's breath came faster. "Why am I doing it?"

"You tell me."

The warmth in her stomach flared into a fire. Her nipples strained against the fabric. Her pussy was so wet she could feel it on her inner thighs.

"Because I want to." The words came out as a whisper. "Because it makes me... because I like it."

Her mother reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Jasmin's shoulder. Her fingers lingered on her bare skin.

"Then take off the tank and go."

Jasmin's hands moved before her brain could catch up. She grabbed the hem of the tank and pulled it over her head in one swift motion.

She stood before her mother completely naked. Her small breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her bare pussy was visible—smooth, glistening, her arousal obvious. Her nipples were painfully hard.

Her mother took the tank and draped it over a chair without a word.

"Flip flops are by the door," she said calmly. "Bus comes in ten minutes."

Jasmin steps outside completely naked and walks to the bus stop.