"Why don't you just ask Angela to run around the house naked? I'm sure she'd be happy to, then you could look at the real thing instead of that fake online stuff."
That was Susan, my partner. She'd found the list of porn links on my computer. My fault really - I hadn't locked it when I wasn't using it. At 40, she was older than me, enough so that while I was 21 her two daughters were 18 and 19. Still hot - long red hair, green eyes (and a temper to match), long legs and a pert backside and big breasts that were still firm.
Angela was her elder daughter. At 19, she was shorter than her mother, dark-haired with big brown eyes. She had a bubble butt that seemed made for grabbing and the same large breasts as her mum.
I responded to Susan's question, saying, "I'm sure she wouldn't. And even if she did, how would that benefit me. It'd still be a case of looking without being able to touch."
And then she dropped the bombshell. "If Angela's agreeable, then you can touch. You can even kiss, lick and suck. And she can do the same to you. Your cock doesn't go in her pussy till I say otherwise though."
"Nope, sorry, I don't believe you. For one thing, I'm sure she would never go for that. For another, even if she did, you wouldn't allow it."
"Only one way to find out. Try it. As for whether I would allow it, here." With that, she handed me a piece of paper.
"What's this?"
"Read it and find out."
I read it. It was a letter telling me everything that Susan had just said. There was one other condition - Linda, her younger daughter was off-limits and the offer only applied while she was out of the house.
"Ok, so you're giving your permission. I don't believe Angela will be up for it though."
"Oh, she will."
***
The next day, it was cool and rainy. Susan went off to work at 8 and Linda to university at 9. Neither was expected home till around 5. Angela didn't have any classes that day, so didn't appear until around 10 when she made a beeline for the coffee pot. I'd made sure it was full and that the coffee was good and fresh.
Angela poured herself a coffee and sat on a chair in the living room where I had my home office set up and the gas heater going. I could see her reflection in the glass of the cabinet door next to my desk. She was still in her nightie, so I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. She shifted her legs and I thought, though I couldn't be sure, that I caught a glimpse of her uncovered pussy.
I decided I'd broach the subject with her immediately. I turned to her and said, "You know, Angela, your mum said something very strange to me last night."
Angela looked at me over her coffee cup, then lowered it and asked, "What?"
I started to repeat myself, then realised she'd heard me just fine, she was asking what Susan had said to me that was so strange. I explained, "well, she suggested that if I asked you, you wouldn't mind not wearing any clothes when it's just you and me home together."
"Oh, that. Yes, that's right. If you want."
I was a little taken aback at her casual reply, then I rallied and said, "well, if you don't mind. I mean, I don't think any guy would object if you did."