A VERY Interesting … movie?

Amanda was consumed with the emotions surrounding the bombshell that had been dropped during dinner. All her hope of a short duration, dealing with Tami’s behavior was now dashed with her announcement. And, if tonight’s behavior was any indicator of what was in store, Amanda fretted what her future could entail. She could already sense the boundaries of the ‘new dynamic’ Tami had made reference to. Amanda could feel herself drawn to the bottle of bourbon calling her name, in an attempt to numb, not only her nerves, but to numb her sense of reality. It might be easier to just drift into another realm, one in which these troubles mattered none; one in which she could just‘submit’ without thought; one in which she could just ‘obey’ the directions offered her by another. Life would be so much easier!

Joe and Tami had left the table, giving Amanda some time to herself to ponder and recollect as she cleaned the table and did the dishes. A feeling of warm comfort blanketed Amanda as she set to task. However, as she replayed the events at the dinner table, a sudden panic struck her, causing her heart to race and her hands to shake.

“Daddy?”

Tami hadn’t referred to her father with that moniker since she was a child. It had long ago transformed into “Dad”! Why was she referring to him as “Daddy” now? And why hadn’t he said anything about the clothing she chose to wear to the dinner table? Clearly it was highly inappropriate. It was something he would surely have commented on, even if not outright chastising her for displaying herself so lewdly, just as he had done so many times before, trying to mold her into a respectable woman. Obviously Amanda had her reasons for not saying anything … but … why had he not said anything? And as she pondered these troubling thoughts, images of Tami hugging her ‘Daddy’, planting kisses on his neck, whispering and nibbling on his ear filled her mind, causing Amanda to break out in a nervous sweat. If that was not bad enough, Amanda replayed the conversation regarding their ‘lunch’ together. As she recalled how their faces flushed red, she replaced their words with the images her mind created. Tami’s ‘delicious sausage’ was indeed her father’s cock! And her husband’s ‘fish taco’ was undoubtedly, Tami’s dripping pussy! As hard as Amanda tried to convince herself that this was not the case, the distracted phone call from this afternoon, only seemed to cement the crafted images as reality!

Amanda dropped the dishes into the sink as she sobbed silently into her soapy hands. This just couldn’t be real! Surely, she must just be imagining this! It’s her tormented mind, twisting events into some perverted scenario that just couldn’t be! It had to be her own inner turmoil, transferring her own guilty behavior onto someone else. there had to be some kind of Freudian explanation to all of this! Amanda struggled to control her hyperventilating, calming her nerves, while attempting to stop her body from trembling so nervously. She gripped the counter as she exhaled long slow breaths, trying to push the lurid images from her brain. Unfortunately, as Amanda calmed herself, she suddenly realized the damp, moist heat growing between her thighs as she had ‘watched’ her daughter in the imagined throes of passion!

‘TO SEE’ … ‘to be seen’

Amanda shuddered as the nervous trembling was replaced with a sexual shudder. Her nipples had puckered into hardened cherries, as her panties became damp with her secretions. Amanda hurriedly finished the tasks at hand and rushed to the bedroom, passing by Joseph, who was sitting on the sofa, thumbing through channels, awaiting the gathering of the family for movie night. The moment the door had closed, Amanda tended to her aching breasts, stripping off her clothes in the process. Mauling her tits, she fell onto the bed and thrashed her legs, kicking her tangled panties free from her feet. With one hand attending to her breasts, the other creeped down and began caressing her kitty. Her middle finger quickly zeroed in on the throbbing clit, and within a mere minute, Amanda was sailing through a pleasant climax. A contented sigh escaped her lungs as she returned to her thoughts. It wasn’t a mind blowing orgasm, but it had taken the edge off her sudden need.

Conflicted once again, Amanda struggled to make sense of everything going on in her world, and why it had suddenly turned so upside down. Nor could she explain her sudden sexual obsessions. Everything was happening way too fast, and she was being bombarded on so many fronts. It felt like a losing battle, and the only way to survive was to admit defeat and … SUBMIT!

Almost magically, Amanda felt as if the air was lighter and less oppressive. She could breathe easily and seemed to have a clearer mind. It was movie night, she reminded herself. Time to put on something comfortable and join the family for a relaxing night together. Amanda strode naked into her closet and pushed through her hangers, looking for her favored floral silk kimono, knowing she could relax and relish the feel of it caressing her skin. As she rummaged through the rack, her sense of calm diminished, unable to find the covering. She looked in the nearby hamper, and it wasn’t there either. She peered into the trash can, and only found her discarded panties and bras, but no kimono. Where had she put it? She wore it last night!

Last night! It suddenly dawned on her, that she was wearing it just before traipsing out into the darkness in complete nudity, leaving it pooled on the floor by the patio door! However, as the events of last night replayed in her mind, she realized that her kimono was not there when she returned, and that she had returned to bed completely naked! Once again, cracks began to form in Amanda’s calm shell, nervousness and despair worming its way into her world.

Amanda’s questions were answered as soon as the bedroom door burst open, with Tami confidently strutting through. Tami sashayed her way to her mother, her hips swaying invitingly within the silk floral kimono that Amanda was looking for. Forgetting that she was standing totally naked in front of her daughter, Amanda began to blurt out, “What’re you … That’s my …”

Tami pressed a finger to her mother’s lips, silencing her before she could finish. “Ssshhh!” Once she was convinced Amanda would keep quiet, Tami answered some of the unasked questions. Tami ran her hands along the fine material covering, letting it fall open so Amanda could see she was wearing nothing beneath. “You know? This feels so nice on my skin! Now I know why you liked it so much!” Tami twirled in model-like fashion, showing how it barely concealed her luscious backside. “I just want to thank you for giving it to me!” Tami waited for the unbelieving, questioning glance her mother undoubtedly, immediately displayed. “Unless, you want me to explain to Daddy how I found it laying on the floor by the open patio door last night?”

There it was! Amanda should have known better! The answer to all her questions, would always be … TAMI! This WAS the ‘new dynamic.’ This was Tami’s world now, and Amanda was just a puppet in it for Tami to play with! That reality sunk like a stone in a pond, into the pit of her stomach.

Tami cinched the sash, “I’ll let you choose to explain to Daddy, why I’m wearing your kimono. Now you best hurry! We’ll be waiting for you downstairs!” Tami spun on her heels and left Amanda standing speechless … and naked … with the bedroom door now wide open. It took a minute or so for reality to really sink in before Amanda realized she had been standing there the whole time, without moving a single muscle. She returned to her closet, trying to decide what to wear.

To see … TO BE SEEN!

Without thought and with her only other kimono, the sheer black one she had been wearing this morning, in the laundry, Amanda settled on a lavender baby doll nightie. While it was most likely, highly inappropriate for a family movie night, it was nothing worse than what her daughter was wearing. Besides … it made her feel good, when she put it on. The thin spaghetti straps hung loosely on her shoulders, her buoyant breasts tantalizingly encased in the simple outfit, while the bottom came to a respectable length just below the swells of her ass. Amanda couldn’t deny the sexual tingle rippling through her body as she imagined Joseph ogling her form when she made her entrance … to be seen!

As Amanda made her way into the living room, she realized the roller coaster ride she was on was far from over. Joseph was in his usual spot on the sofa with his legs propped up on the coffee table for comfort. However, it was now Tami, who was cuddled up next to him with the afghan draped over her, keeping her ‘respectable’ in the family atmosphere. The only option available for Amanda was the single chair at the far end of the sofa, that Tami usually occupied. She wanted to object, but Tami blurted out, “The movie just started, hurry up and sit down.” Amanda … obeyed … and took her assigned seat. She took note of the glass of wine set before her, along with the bottle, and curled up into the seat with her glass, tucking her feet under her ass, and fixing the hem of her babydoll to ensure her pussy was covered. Once she was comfortably settled in, she took note that Joseph and Tami were also nursing glasses of wine. A fleeting notion of objecting to Tami drinking **** passed quickly, without comment. Amanda merely sighed and focused on the movie. She asked what they were watching and Tami shushed her once again, ordering her to just watch!

Amanda sat silently as the opening scene played out.

A young, well-dressed, beautiful woman was walking through a crowded city before entering a warehouse type structure. She boarded a freight type elevator and rode it several stories until it stopped. She exited onto an extremely well decorated flat with floor to ceiling glass windows all the way around, overlooking, nearly the entire city. There was a handsome man waiting for her as she exited. They greeted and he showed her around the flat. He was apparently a realtor for the landlord and was trying to close the deal on renting the flat to the lady. He showed the entire open space floor plan, with partitioned walls to offer privacy for the sleeping and changing areas, as well as the shower bath area, Otherwise, the rest of the studio flat was wide open. The young lady was impressed and was readily agreeing to the terms as they continued exploring the open space. The realtor explained that it came completely furnished, but she was free to replace anything if she so desired. In the far corner of the room, the lady noticed an expensive, finely polished, brass telescope, mounted on a tripod, and inquired about it. The realtor smiled broadly and said that the previous tenants left it behind.
The scene progressed to several days later, when the lady, whose name was Jane, was preparing for bed. She had donned a sheer, see-through black shift, over her black panties and bra. She traipsed through the flat with a wine glass in hand. The lights had been turned off, allowing only the city’s night lights to filter through the glass windows. she stood against one of the panes and peered over the city while sipping her wine. Her eyes wandered over the streets below and trailed along the neighboring buildings before rising to the starlit night sky. Her eyes then returned to the building across the way and noted how several units were lit, dotting the otherwise dark building. Her curiosity piqued, she focused on the shadows playing across the lit windows. It was then that she made her way to the telescope and used it to peek into the lives of her unknown neighbors.

What ensued was a slow burn transformation as the woman became a voyeur, focusing on the sexual activities of a particular couple that lived a few floors beneath hers, giving her a great view of their heated liaisons. The spying woman routinely masturbated while watching the young couple, growing more and more addicted to their nightly activities, oftentimes fantasizing and dreaming about having similar encounters with a passionate lover. After nearly a month, the realtor had stopped by to see how Jane was doing. She invited him in to chat, and before the night was over, the two were entangled in a night of raw passion, but as soon as he left, Jane returned to the telescope to watch her favorite couple. Jane’s romance blossomed with the realtor, as her obsession continued to escalate.

Then one night, the unthinkable happened. As Jane watched the window across the street, the woman was pressed against the window, her breasts smashed flat against the pane, as a different lover was roughly fucking her. Jane couldn’t make out his face, as it was hidden behind the woman, but she could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the treatment. Over the next month, Jane continued to watch as the lady across the way continued her illicit affair with the unknown lover who grew increasingly dominant in the manner in which he fucked her, leaving her breathless and satiated. Jane was captivated at how the lady cleaned up after her lover left, and performed again, once her husband arrived home from wherever he had been. While she could clearly see the faces of the woman and her husband, she was never able to see the unknown secret lover. During this time, Jane’s relationship with the realtor had taken a similar turn, where Jane was wanting and demanding her own lover to be more rough and more dominant, mirroring the actions of the woman across the street.

Amanda was now nursing the third glass of wine, totally absorbed into the movie, quickly realizing why Tami had chosen this one, since it fairly mirrored her own life. And as she glanced towards the sofa, Amanda was shocked by what she believed was going on. Tami was now snuggled up against Joseph’s chest, with his chin resting on the back of her head. Both their eyes were focused on the sex scene playing out on the television. But it was the subtle movements beneath the afghan that caught Amanda’s attention. Joe’s left arm was resting on the back of the couch, while his right arm was buried beneath the afghan, apparently hugging his daughter. Tami’s legs were curled up, and Amanda swore she saw movement near where the swell of her ass would be. Was that his hand moving along her ass? Was he fondling his daughter? Were his fingers drawing closer to her pussy? Was he going to finger fuck his daughter? And as if that wasn’t bad enough, There was definite movement near his crotch. Was Tami playing with his cock beneath the afghan? Was she stroking her father’s cock? The images Amanda had conjured up of their lunch date together, resurfaced. Amanda felt conflicted … not to mention … aroused!

Was it the movie? Was it the wine? Was it the sudden reality that Amanda was just like Jane, obsessed and addicted to being a voyeur? ‘Too see … to be seen’! Amanda could feel her nipples puckering once again, the turgid nipples straining to poke through the flimsy garment she was wearing. Worse yet, her pussy was already leaking, tiny droplets falling onto her legs that had been tucked under. God! She needed to masturbate! But she knew she couldn’t blatantly do so in full view of her husband and daughter. Amanda was utterly torn! She wanted to scream at the couple on the sofa to stop, yet, she couldn’t be absolutely certain that her suspicions were true; she didn’t want to make a fool of herself. Besides … watching them was … arousing! Oddly enough, Tony’s mantra began resonating in her brain, but it was Tami’s voice this time … “Look at me! You can’t take your eyes off of me! You crave this! This is what you want! This is your life! This is your future! You want this! You need this!” Amanda gasped audibly and gripped the arms of the chair tightly as a multitude of erotic tremors cascaded through her body, perspiration now dotting her skin.