Tiffany's Underwear

You yelp, pulling yourself out of your revelry. “Mom, I need those things you’re holding for me,” Tiffany’s voice speaks through the door. Her voice is a bit nervous and uncomfortable.

“I’m taking a shower. Can it wait?” you ask. The time must have run out, but you don’t know what happens if you can’t return her underwear.

“I’ll just come in and grab them,” She responds.

You jump up and put the underwear on the counter, then return to the shower and turn it on. It says Tiffany will accept the underwear in any condition, but you’re worried. “Alright, come in,” you call towards the door.

Tiffany cracks open the door and squeezes in. The shower door is clear glass, so you can see each other. Your daughter looks at you with wide eyes and blushes. She then turns away to the wall.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, covering yourself. You had been curious about how she’d react to her underwear that you hadn’t thought about your nudity.

She shakes her head while continuing to look at the wall. “No, I’m the one who barged in,” Tiffany states resolutely. “Anyways, where is my underwear?”

“They are on the counter,” you reply.

She turns towards the outer door to not look at you, and then her eyes fall on her white panties covered in your juices. She doesn’t seem to know what to say as her hand reaches out for her panties. She picks them up with two fingers and holds them above the sink.

“What happened?” Tiffany asks in disbelief.

“Sorry, they got some goop on them. That’s why I’m taking a shower. But it’s safe to eat and won’t hurt your skin,” You respond quickly. Your voice is a pitch higher than usual, so you hope she doesn’t get mad.

Tiffany sighs and leans over the sink. “It’s gross, but if it’s safe, I guess it’s fine.” She takes the panties and begins to bend over to put the panties on under her skirt.

“Honey, this is a good time to practice. You should take off your clothes and put them on,” you say, perhaps too excited.

Tiffany smiles at you and responds, “Alright. We’re in the bathroom anyways.”

Your daughter turns away from you, so you say, “Tiffany, it’s not practicing if you hide. Look at your mother while you undress.” You hope you sounded motherly and not horny.

“Mom,” she whispers as she turns towards you with downcast eyes. This time you purposely leave yourself open to encourage the poor girl. Tiffany’s eyes slowly rise, giving her a view of everything until she reaches your eyes. You give her a reassuring smile as she begins to undress.

Tiffany’s hands tremble as she unbuttons the side of her skirt. She steps out of them and hangs them on the wall exposing her clean vagina. She then unbuttons her top revealing her body to you. Her eyes never leave yours as she watches you take in her fit body.

You grab the soap and lather up as an excuse to touch yourself. You refrain from touching erogenous zones and casually rub your belly and arms. You allow your eyes to wander where they may and lick your lips.

Tiffany bites her lip as you watch her nipples become erect and her lower lips dampen. She reaches down and steps into the panties covered in your love juices. The sopping underwear clings to her young body.

Next, the bra is picked up the padded cups sag from their weight. Tiffany’s arms pull them up, leaving a streak of your fluids on her arms. She pulls them tight and buttons them up from behind. As the bra squeezes to her petite body, the thick cups that hide her nipple leak your cum.

Your pussy juices leak down her muscled stomach. Tiffany scoops up the slime and holds it up to her face. After giving the offending liquid a look, she gives it a tentative lick. Her mouth squeezes into a perplexed look.

You’re shocked by this bold behavior, but she doesn’t know that it’s your cum. “How was it,” you hoarsely ask.

Tiffany tilts her head. “It’s a strange texture, but it’s not bad. I wouldn’t say it tastes good or bad,” she evaluates thoughtfully.

Next, she puts on her shirt, buttoning it back up. Almost instantly, the light material becomes wet, exposing the bra. Tiffany replaces her skirt and says, “Thanks for holding on to my underwear Mom.” She waves at you as she heads for the door.

You note that you have to be careful from now on. If Tiffany weren’t staying at home, she’d be in trouble for exposing her bra like that. With your daughter gone, you try to calm down and clean up your mess. It’s been a good morning, you think.