Kinsey walks into their living room and catches her husband, David, looking up their daughter's nighty
I still thought of my fourteen-year-old daughter as a little girl until the day I accidentally caught my husband, David, looking at her as something more. It was summer, and David and I are both school teachers, so all three of us were stagnant for the summer. We were occupying ourselves by watching a movie and I was returning from the kitchen with popcorn for the night. Emily was lying on the couch, completely unaware, knees up, her phone propped in front of her, offering her father a perfect view under her nightgown. Her nightgown was plenty long enough under normal circumstances, but with her feet on the couch, pulled in to lift her knees, most of her thighs were in view, along with some of her panties. I halted, not because of the way Emily was sitting, but because her dad was sneaking a peak.
I stood there and watched for nearly a minute. Emily seemed completely unaware. Her attention was completely on her phone as usual and David kept looking, staring right up her nighty, the bulge in his sweats showing his interest.
I couldn’t blame David for looking for a couple of reasons. My daughter hasn’t quite figured it out yet. She’s still a little young, but also, her figure isn’t perfect. She’s not the skinny model type, nowhere near fat, mind you, but her legs are thick, mostly with muscle from soccer. Her stomach is still fairly flat, showing signs of definition when she flexes and for a girl her age, she has nice sized breasts. I’ve seen her naked and if I were a man, I’d want to look too. I also couldn’t blame David, because I wasn’t appalled by him looking at her. In fact, seeing him looking at her made me a little wet. I’d never told anyone this, but when I was her age, I used to sit on my father’s lap, just to see if I could get a rise out of him. When I did, it excited me, making me feel a little sexier than I did before I discovered what happened to men when pretty girls sat on their laps. Nothing ever happened between my father and I, but a few times, I let myself fantasize about what I would do if he ever tried anything with me. My only regret, I think, is that nothing ever did.
A part of me wanted her experience to be different.
Once I realized that there was nothing more to see, I continued into the living room and retook my seat on the loveseat. Emily kept her position for a while as the movie played, but David was no longer free to look over at her without risking me seeing him.
The rest of the night was eventless, but I couldn’t get the incident out of my mind. I kept seeing him gazing at her and it made me wonder where he was at. Whether he was capable of sharing an experience with Emily that my father wasn’t capable of sharing with me. God knew I tried a few times. Prancing around my house in my panties, trying to get my father to notice me, which, in his defense, he did, always reminding me to go back to my room and put something on. Not the reaction I was hoping for.
The next morning, I decided to take a little action. I put a lot of thought into it the evening before, trying to figure out how to plant the seed, either in David’s head to get him to try something with her, or in Emily’s to get her to want him to. I decided Emily was my best option. David already had the incest seed somewhere in his mind. For my plan to work, Emily needed to be on the same page.
“Can I talk to you for a minute,” I asked her after knocking on the frame of her open bedroom door. She was in her room, headphones donned, partying away to music I didn’t understand. She looked a little annoyed, but she stopped her music and removed her headphones.
“Is it important?” she asked me. “I’m not in the mood right now for lectures, mom.”
“Oh, boy,” I said.
“Seriously? It’s summer, mom. No lectures, please?”
“Well, I’ll try not to make it sound like a lecture then. I’ll just inform you of what happened last night.”
“What happened? Grandma’s okay, isn’t she?”
“She’s fine. It’s about your father,” I said. I turned and closed the door and then sat down next to her.
“What about dad? Wait? You two are happy, right?”
“We’re fine. Just listen and stop trying to guess.”
“Okay,” she said.
“I don’t want to creep you out or anything, all right. But I think it’s important to understand something about men.”
“What?” she asked, looking confused and her curiosity was getting up there.
“Men like to look at women.”
“Duh,” she said. “I’m not like, a total moron, mom.”
“Well, I just need you to be aware of that. You know? Mind what you are wearing and how you’re wearing it, that’s all.”
“What’s wrong with what I wear?”
“Nothing,” I said.
“Then, I don’t get it, mom? This whole conversation seems weird.”
“I saw your father looking at you last night.”
“Looking at me, uh … how?” she said.
“On the couch. You had your knees propped up and your nightgown was open. Hon? You’re a beautiful young woman. Nice to look at. I think your father was just a little curious, that’s all.”
“He was, like? Trying look up my nightgown? Like? Creeping me?”
“Is that what they call it now?”
“Yeah, if he was looking at me like that. It’s a definite creeping.”
“I don’t think your dad’s a creep, honey.”
“It’s just a term, mom. It’s what it’s called. They have like, websites dedicated to it. People put little webcams … anyway, it’s just a term. I’m not actually calling dad a creep.”
“I’m only telling you so you can be aware, okay? I think you should know that if you wear certain clothing, your father seems willing to … look.”
I started to get up, figuring I’d honor my word about not lecturing her.
“So, are you like? Gonna start sharking what I wear now?”
“No,” I said. “I think it’s harmless either way. I just thought it was fair for you to know. Wear what you want.”
I thought I handled it pretty well. I didn’t want to make anything too obvious. My hope was simply to plant the seed. Her father liked looking at her. If she liked him looking, she’d do the rest. She’d give him more opportunities to see things.
But it didn’t work. Nothing more happened. The only thing I noticed was that she was following my advice, going out of her way to wear longer skirts and an older nightgown that hung to the floor. I was disappointed to say the least. At that point, I knew I needed to let it go. The only way I wanted anything to happen between her and her father was if she wanted it to. Apparently, she didn’t.
Not at first.
It took a couple of days. Prior to that, I did notice her looking at her father differently. It was clearly on her mind. She didn’t really treat him any differently. All she did was look at him a little more often than she used to. Wondering.
Three nights later, we decided to watch another movie and Emily was in the same night gown she wore the night I first saw David looking at her, but she wasn’t on the couch. I was. I laid there and Emily laid on the floor, munching the popcorn I made, her nightgown lay across the back of her thighs, making me wish it was just a little higher. Her panties were covered, but I couldn’t help but notice David glancing at her again, most likely wishing the same thing I was. At first, that’s all there was to it. Emily lying there, her nightgown teasing both David and I, David, occasionally glancing down at the backs of her stern thighs.
And then she changed things a little. She looked over at him, just as his eyes were diverting from her and I saw it. Curiosity. She reached back, pretending to scratch her butt, ‘accidentally’ hiking her night gown up a little more, giving David just a little more to look at. She went back to watching the movie, but I’m pretty sure her peripheral attention was somewhere else. She laid there still and then a little while later, she parted her legs a little, taking another quick glance David’s way, nearly catching him again. I had a nice view from where I was sitting. She was right in front of me, so I could see her fine and I could see David without moving my eyes from the side of my vision. The bottom curve of her rump was in view and David was enjoying it a little more regularly than when her nightgown wasn’t lifted as high. With her legs slightly parted, I could see between her legs. She was a little wet down there. Just a little, the tiniest spot beginning to form.
She scratched again, lifting her nighty an inch or so higher, but also dragging some of her panties into her butt crack, quite the opposite of what women normally do. She left it there, keeping a small portion of her buttocks free to breathe air.
And then, she looked back at me. I’m pretty sure I did it in time. Just when her head began to turn twist in the opposite direction, I panicked, afraid her awareness of my presence would give her pause, so I snapped my eyes closed, pretending I had fallen asleep as I sometimes do when we watch movies at night. I waited for what felt like six eternities before I opened them again and my heart skipped a beat. She must have fallen for my ploy, because when I opened my eyes again, she had stepped it up a notch. She was lying on her back, her head cocked toward the television. She had one foot flat on the floor, propping her knee toward the ceiling and she was waving that knee back and forth, back and forth, her other leg laid casually to the side, offering David a much better view of herself. I continued to keep my eyes partially closed, but kept my eye on her, the need in my loins growing as I watched my daughter taunting her father with her family jewels.
From there, the escalation came a little easier. Normally, I’m the first one up, but my sleep must have been a little more restless that night and I slept in a little later than normal. I woke up at eight and David was already gone from the bed, so I got up, slipped on my robe and headed for the kitchen. I could already smell the coffee brewing and I definitely wanted a cup. Emily was getting bolder.
She was standing there in front of the coffee pot when I came in, stirring a cup of coffee for herself, wearing a half tank top and panties. Nothing more. As was the case, last night, one cheek of her panties was pulled into the crack of her ass and she was stirring her coffee more than it needed to be, her father perched onto the stool behind her, his eyes pointed directly at her rump. They diverted to me when I walked in and Emily quickly snapped to attention, spinning toward me. She reached back and jerked her panties out of the crack of her butt, grabbed her coffee and started for the archway leading out.
“What’s your hurry,” I taunted, almost relishing in the fact that I busted her again.
“Sorry, mom, I, um … just wanted a cup of coffee. I didn’t think dad was up yet.”
“Good morning,” David said as I walked up to give him my morning kiss.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” he asked me, quickly making sure the subject was on anything but Emily. I could see in his eyes that she was still on his mind and as I glanced down into his lap, I knew that was true. My body tingled again, making me want more and my mind scrambled, trying to think of how I could assist things, give them privacy and watch what happens at the same time. My devious mind supplied an answer.
“Not sure, but I’ve been getting a little bored, so I was thinking about starting my prep work for the fall. You wouldn’t mind spending a little one on one time with Emily, would you?”
“We’ve been talking about having a Star Wars marathon day, but we know how much you love Star Wars.”
“Perfect,” I said. “I think my laptop is in the Escalade, would you mind grabbing it for me?”
“Sure,” he said, popping up right away. He headed through the garage door and as soon as he was gone, I popped into the dining room, snapped open my briefcase and pulled my wifi cam out of it. I double timed it into the living room and popped it onto our bookshelves off to the side, trying to make sure it was a little obscure and pointing toward his recliner. By the time he came back in, I was back in front of the coffee pot.
“It’s not in the Escalade, or the Honda,” he said.
“Oh,” I said. “Guess I must have brought it in, but I don’t remember that,” I lied. I finished making my coffee, and took it with me.
“Let Emily know what the plans are, will you?” he asked.
“Sure, sweetie,” I said, smiling as I walked back down the hall.
I walked up to Emily’s door. It was closed and I knocked.
“Just a second,” she yelped, her voice sounding startled and quickened. A moment later, her door opened, and her face was a little flushed.
“I didn’t do it on purpose, okay?” she said, rolling her eyes and walking back to her bed. She now had on a pair of cotton shorts.
“Do what on purpose?”
“The underwear thing. I told you, I was just…”
“I already said my piece on that, Emily. I did my duty and informed you, but I told you I wasn’t going to micro-manage you on it.”
“Oh,” she said. “Sorry.” She gave me an odd, guilty look. “He wasn’t, um … you know? Looking at me again, was he?”
“Yes, he was. He’s a man, hon. Men like to look at gorgeous women, that’s all there is to it. Don’t hold it against him, all right. It’s in his instincts to look.”
“I won’t,” she said. “And I’ll try to do better about not walking around like that.”
“It’s none of my business,” I said, holding up my hand. “Wear what you want. Your father’s a good man. The only other advice I would give you would be to not sit on his lap or anything.”
“I’ve sat on his lap before,” she said. “You never made a big deal out of it before.”
I walked into her room and shut the door behind me again, going to her and sitting beside her on her bed.
“That was before, hon. Your father is obviously starting to see as more than just his daughter. You’re a beautiful young woman and he’s noticing it. If you sat on his lap now, he might take that as permission.”
“Permission to what?”
“Touch you in ways you might not want him to. He’s a man and you’re becoming a beautiful woman. I’m not sure he could resist you if you sat on his lap now.”
“I won’t,” she said.
“I’m not telling you what to, or not to do, Emily,” I said, standing back up. “I’ve done my job again and informed you. I can’t watch over you twenty-four hours a day, so if you did, for some reason, decide to sit on his lap, it wouldn’t be right for you to complain about what happens after. That’s all I’m really trying to get across to you.”
“He wouldn’t really touch me anyway,” Emily said.
“With a body like yours,” I said, standing up. I started to walk away and she watched me with eager eyes. “And if you sent him the wrong signals? Trust me, honey. I know your father much better than you do. He’s a very sexual man. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself.”
“Oh,” she said, her face a darker shade. The look in her eyes was priceless. She was stunned as her mind tried to grip what I was telling her.
“He definitely enjoyed what he saw today,” I said as I reached for her doorknob.
“Huh?” she said. “Did he tell you that?”
“His boner spoke for him,” I said. “By the way, your dad wants to watch Star Wars with you while I’m prepping for fall.”
“Okay,” she said and I could see the ideas forming in her head.
I cocked my head as I noticed something on her floor just peeking out from under her bed. The material matched her shorts and her scissors were on her night stand.
“Did you trim those shorts a little more?” I asked her.
“They were, uh … starting to fray.”
“Stand up and let me see how you look in them.”
“I think I trimmed them a little too much. I’ll throw them away,” she said.
“Let me see,” I repeated. She stood up, facing me. “Turn around,” I added, twirling my finger. She spun, letting me see the view from behind.
“Don’t throw them away,” I said. “They’re fine. They actually compliment your behind, but I’d trim them a little more. They don’t quite match and the cut is uneven.” In reality, the cut was fine. I just wanted to encourage her to cut them a little shorter, knowing full well she planned to wear them for David.
“You won’t mind if I wear them around the house?” she asked.
“Nah,” I said, waving my hand in dismissal. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Again, to plant another seed in her fertile mind. What could happen? Hopefully, a lot.