The next day, while I was working, I gave considerable thought to that night's prospects. I was edgy, to be sure. I'd be suddenly brought into a sexual setting with (gulp!) my parents. At the same time, it all seemed so right and, in fact, natural. So I had kinky parents. So what? The bottom line was that it made me super horny thinking about all the possible angles to a situation like it.
On my lunch break, I walked over to the kiddie section. There, I picked out a special gift for Dad. It was a hair clasp covered in sparkles with a red and white polka-dotted bow attached to it. The bow was about six inches across, just right for dear old Dad. Next, I went to the shoe department where I selected a cute pair of pink bunny slippers to complement the bow. You know the kind - with the plush and cheery rabbit head at the toe part, and a feathery trim around the edges. Just perfect! I couldn't wait to see Dad modeling the new outfit. Well, it wouldn't be long, though I'd need to ask for Mom's approval first.
Dad had been informed of our get-together the evening before. I have no idea how he took it. The perv probably got an immediate erection, though. That was a safe bet.
I clocked out at five, and took my purchases to the car. Mom and I were to meet at six at home. I picked up some dim sum on the way, and a nice bottle of chardonnay. It was to be a 'working dinner', just the two of us. I supposed she'd have little boy Robbie put away in a closet somewhere.
I was setting the table and putting the food on plates. The wine was chilling. Since this was to be my first time with Mom and Dad, Mom felt a general game plan would be a good idea; a road map we could either stay on, or not.
"This is delicious, honey. Thanks for picking it up." Mom said, selecting another pan-fried dumpling from the plate.
"My pleasure, Mom. And more pleasure for dessert, I'm supposing."
"Indeed, Jen. But first a bit of groundwork: Remember, we are the bosses in that bedroom. We do what we please. Your father does what we tell him to do. Simple as that." she said, delicately licking a finger. I poured more wine.
"I... I had an idea today." I said tentatively.
"Excellent. Imagination is what keeps it all running, I've found. So, what's the idea?"
I took the Walmart bag from under the table, took out the contents, and laid them on the table.
"I want to see Dad wearing these. I don't know... it just really turned me on thinking about it. Making him into a fool." I said, looking for Mom's reaction.
"Lord have mercy, Jen! You are a wicked little girl, and I love you for it." she said, holding one of the slippers in her hands. "This is just what Rob needs."
"I thought it would be fun." I said, happy that Mom was on board with it.
"Can I make an addition to it?" Mom queried.
"Well, of course! We're in this together, right?" I said.
"I think... hmmmm, I think a colorful necktie would go well with this."
"And you say I'm wicked! Sure. A necktie to remind him that he has that suit and tie life where he pretends to be a whole man. Beautiful, Mom."
"Thank you, dear." Mom said, seeming pleased by the compliment.
I put the dishes in the sink (to be attended to by Dad later.), and we two girls put our heads together.
I adopted Mom's practice of wearing just a light top. I chose a short, white, sleeveless blouse with a discreet horizontal ruffle across the front, It came down to my midriff, leaving my belly button exposed. As I made my way down the hall to their bedroom, a mild shock ran through me as I saw Dad further along in the hallway, naked, kneeling, and facing the wall. He didn't look up as I entered the room.
Mom was at her vanity doing something with her hair. She wore a denim-colored button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to above her elbows, and the shirttails tied in front so that all her feminine 'charms' were well presented, front and rear.
"I sometimes like to wear one of Rob's shirts. Not sure why." she said.
"How about because you're the real man of the house." I suggested.
"Yes. Something like that." she replied, pushing her chair back. She stood facing me.
We stared at each other for a moment. I'd never seen my mom naked before, so I felt a bit shy.
"You'r looking very fetching, Jen. I like it." Mom said, eyeing me. "Turn around."
I did as she said.
"Oh. Your father is going to LOVE that ass of your's, honey!" she said. "Very pretty."
"And you, mom." I said. "Boy, you look great. I can see why you've got Dad wrapped around your little finger."
"It's what he craves, Jen, a strong woman's ass to worship and make love to. At the heart of it all, it reinforces what a lowlife he is, and that's what gets him off. I mean, what's lower than a man who kisses his wife's ass on a regular basis? And lives for it, at that!"
Well, it's great that there are men like that out there, eh, Mom?"
"Suits me." Mom said. "Your father's an intelligent man, hon. He's just not suited to be in charge of, well... anything, really. That's why he chose to be a consultant, and a darned good one. He just doesn't have it in him to boss anyone. But he certainly loves being bossed around. By me, that is. And I think you'll have him under your sway in no time."
"I already do, Mom." I said, remembering our sessions up til then.
"Well then, you'll soon see that your father is happy to go much lower than what you've seen so far, dear."
Tantalizing words! I was all aquiver anticipating Robbie's entrance into the room. First, Mom and I reviewed our plan. it would begin with calling Dad in.
We girls stood in the center of the room, and Mom called out to Dad.
"Get in here, Robert." she said in a low, no-nonsense tone. We waited, watching the doorway. In a moment, Robbie came 'walking' in on his knees. His gaze was cast downwards, and his erect penis swayed in front of him as he went. He kneed his way to where we were standing. Mom held out her hand, and Dad kissed it.
"Jen?" Mom said, and I, too, held out my hand. Dad kissed it softly, and respectfully, I thought.
"Hello, Dad." I said. He was face-to-face with my pussy, but his eyes remained glued to the carpet.
"Hello, Jen." Dad said in a low voice.
"Robert," Mom said, coming closer to him. "Jennifer is a woman of this house and, as such, she is as much your boss as I am. Understood?"
"Of course, dear. I'm pleased to hear this." he said.
Well, Dad's hard-on hadn't ebbed one bit. It was bobbing about in front of him. I just watched it. 'I'm making it do that', I mused with satisfaction.
I had this sucker in the palm of my hand. The same palm that was itching to slap him around some. Well, all in due course.
"Robert, Jen has brought you some things for your wardrobe. Jen?" Mom prompted, and I brought the bow and the slippers from the bed where I'd laid them. '"Here, dad." I said, placing them on the floor before him. "Try them on."
"Oh, thank you, Jennifer!" he said, obviously getting further turned on by the prospect of being our private fool, our clown.
"you're welcome." I said. "Put them on, now." I instructed.
