Chapter 4: Back Home Again

We got back home in the later part of the afternoon and mom was waiting for us at the door. I ran in and gave her a big hug.

“So how’s my big college girl doing?” she asked. “Did you and dad behave yourself on the way home?”

My dad coughed and I grinned making my mom laugh at the two of us.

“Well, to be honest I would’ve been amazed and maybe even a little disappointed in you both if he HADN’T fucked you by now,” she said with a laugh. “It’s always good to see some things never change.”

My dad slipped in behind me and kissed my mom. His hand slipped between her legs and started rubbing her crotch playfully.

“Oh John, stop it!” she exclaimed with a laugh, “It’s only been a few hours since you fucked your daughter and now me? Sheesh, are you still THAT horny!”

Then she turned to me and said, “Well girl, you’ve got a big night ahead of you. Now run upstairs and start getting ready and I’ll be up to help you just as soon as I take care of your horny father.”

That was one thing I really loved about my parents. After being married over twenty years they still could act like two horny teenagers. My mother confided in me one time that one reason she loved it when I fucked my dad was the hard fucking she usually got soon afterwards. My father loved to fuck me but it was more for his physical satisfaction as well as the erotic thrill that comes from fucking his only daughter.

My parents did something I had yet to do in my life - make love. Some day when I was married I dream of having that level of physical as well as emotional attachment with a man. Even with my parents I still consider what we do as fucking, not making love. To make love requires two people equally committed to and in love with one another. My father loved my mother as his soul mate and you can only love one person that way.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and when I entered it, the sight before me made me cry out with joy and amazement. Laying on my bed was a beautiful new evening dress and shoes. The dress was jet black with no shoulder straps. I held it up to me and smiled when I saw how short the hemline was. It looked much to small but when I checked the tag it appeared to be the right size. My mom came in behind me while I was looking in the mirror.

“So what do you think? I tried to find something for you tonight that would be sexy but not make you look TOO much like a streetwalker.”

“Oh mom, it’s perfect!” I replied and gave her a big hug. “I can’t wait to try it on.”

My mom clucked a bit saying, “Well you better get that cute ass in gear then. I was expecting you guys home an hour ago. I would’ve thought that with all you have planned for tonight that the two of you could have had a LITTLE restraint but I guess I shouldn’t expect you to start something new.”

She couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and laughed saying, “I will say one thing, you have him as horny as I have seen him in a long time! I thought he was going to fuck me right there on the porch. Now get going and get yourself ready. Kristen will be over here in a couple of hours.”

I really didn’t need all that much time normally but tonight I wanted to be perfect. Instead of a fast shower I decided a soothing bubble bath with some oil and salts would be relaxing and make my skin soft and scented. As I lay in the tub, feeling the hot water surrounding me, it was like being in a womb - all safe and secure.

I ran my hands all over me, taking special care to clean my ass and between my legs. Using my mom’s razor, I shaved my legs and then carefully around my pussy - this was NOT a night for nicks and bumps. I took both hands and rubbed my legs one at a time. Mmmmmmm, they felt so smooth and soft. I couldn’t wait to look down and see a guy’s head between them!

The debate over my hair lasted more than ten minutes. Not only didn’t I want to look like I was going to a prom, I didn’t have the time to do anything fancy in the first place. In the end I just blew it dry and let it hang naturally. Makeup was another major decision. The idea was to look a bit slutty tonight but not an outright whore. No heavy eyeliner or gaudy lipstick. I have traded between every makeup company in the world it seems and never found one yet that I liked everything they have so my bag tends to be a bit of a mess.

Fortunately I had outgrown any acne problems years ago and my skin tonight was perfect. A little trimming on the eyebrows and a touch of perfume. My mom has always used Charlie which must date back to her teen years but she got me hooked on it as well. Some things just improve with time! I trimmed my fingernails and toenails and then added a light coating of polish. A dose of deodorant and a light dusting of baby powder (I found that guys get turned on by the feel and smell of it more than most perfumes) and I was ready to get dressed. My new dress and shoes were still laid out on the bed. I smiled to myself at the blatant hint - no bra or panties had been set out! Past experience told me to put my shoes on first. From the look of that dress I wasn’t going to be bending over very easily once it was on nor would I want to in public unless I was looking to be arrested for indecent exposure. The shoes were practically nothing, just some straps that went around my foot and ankle along with a four inch spiked heel. It had been a while since I had worn a heel that high and I hoped I didn’t stumble or do anything silly in them.

Standing up in them I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. There was really one reason for wearing heels like these - your legs and ass automatically tightened and looked sexy. I smiled, pleased with what I saw; too bad they didn’t look that way without the heels!

I slipped the dress over my head and tugged it down. God it was tight! One of the good things about working for the escort service was that it forced me to watch my weight and figure rather than letting it go the way so many girls do in school. Not that they got fat, although many did, it was just that extra five to ten pounds that made all the difference when you were trying to slip into a dress like this one. I finally managed to pull it down as far as it would go. There was a zipper in the side which pulled it all together. I took a deep breath and then let everything out and quickly pulled the zipper up. No more deep breaths now, that was for sure!

I looked in the mirror and grinned. Mom had certainly picked out one hell of a sexy dress. It fit me like a coat of paint and barely covered my bustline. It had built-in support that made the most of my cleavage - I looked a full cup size bigger! The one thing that really turned me on though was the hemline. It couldn’t have been more than eight inches below my ass. Sitting down was going to be a challenge and bending over, well bending over was not on the menu tonight! I think I would have burst it through the seams had I tried. The best part was the way it showed off my legs. Between the heels and the tight dress that hugged my thighs my legs looked great! I twirled around and tried to imagine the look on my professor’s face this morning if he could see me now as compared to early in the morning when I was all tired and dowdy!