Chapter 12

Karen was so used to not wearing a bra and leaving buttons open to tease Bobby that she did not even think about how she was exposed when Taylor came in with Ken after school.

Taylor was heading up the stairs. “I’ll be right back, Ken. Talk to my mom while I change.”

Ken greeted Karen with his usual big smile, “Hi, Mrs. Jamison. Taylor and I are going to the mall after she changes if it’s okay with you.”

Karen turned to face Ken. “That’s fine.” Then she saw the look on his face.

Karen was unbuttoned past her boobs. Her open blouse displayed half of her breasts to Ken. Ken was still getting an eye full even though her nipples were covered. Karen quickly looked up the stairs and did not see Taylor. Not bothering to cover herself, she smiled at Ken. Let him look, she thought. He was fucking her daughter, so what was the big deal if he got to ogle her mom? She figured, what the hell, she had fantasies about fucking him anyway. Karen wondered what Bill would say if she told him she teased Ken and let him see her boobs. Karen leaned over and needlessly brushed off her skirt. She knew her blouse would open and give Ken a good look at her nipples.

Karen smiled at Ken and again looked toward the stairs. Karen flicked her head toward the kitchen and took his hand. There would be more privacy, and she could hear Taylor come down the stairs. Ken made no resistance as Karen led him to the kitchen.

Karen stood close to Ken. She was in his personal space, which made him nervous. “I hope I did not embarrass you. I sometimes forget when I’m home alone to ... well, to dress properly. I find this much more comfortable. So tell me, Ken, is Taylor taking good care of you.” Ken started to fidget as Karen moved closer.

Karen had Ken backed up to the wall when he nervously asked, “What do you mean?”

“I know you two are having sex. And I want to make sure Taylor is not just playing with your feelings. She’s not just teasing you? Is she giving you what you want?”

Ken wasn’t going to admit to Karen that he was fucking her daughter, “Mrs. Jamison, I don’t know what you mean.”

Karen spelled it out for him, “Yes, you do, Honey. You know exactly what I mean. Is she fucking you as often as you would like her too?”

“Everything is good, I guess. I mean, we are not...”

“Yes, you are.” Karen leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek as she pressed her breasts to his chest and whispered in his ear. “You let me know if she isn’t treating you right, and maybe I can do something about it. Taylor has practice after school tomorrow. So if you want to stop by and talk about it, I’ll be here.”

Karen heard Taylor coming down the stairs. She stepped back and smiled as she slowly buttoned her blouse, but not before she flashed him one more time.

Karen could tell Ken quickly adjusted himself when he turned his back to her. “I just might do that, Mrs. Jamison,” he said over his shoulder as he hurried away.

“Now run along. Don’t keep my daughter waiting.” Karen added loud enough for her daughter to hear.