I followed Jan's advice and started wearing some sexy clothes around the house. Nothing unsubtle.
When I wore stockings I'd make sure the tops were visible only when I sat down and crossed my legs. Short skirts only showed my knickers when I bent right over or reached up to a high shelf. Loose tops would reveal cleavage and a glimpse of lacy bra only by bending forward.
Of course, I couldn't resist occasionally rubbing my breasts against Dad's arm or dropping something at his feet so I had to bend down in front of him knowing he had a good view down my top.
Unfortunately the new wardrobe was putting rather a strain on my meagre finances but to see the look on Mum and Dad's faces was worth it.
After a while of doing this I had started to notice that some of my clothes in my bedroom were being moved. Nothing too drastic but dresses weren't hung up properly and my underwear drawer was a bit messed up. Also the laundry bin lid was occasionally out of place slightly.
I thought Mum might have been through on her cleaning up sessions. I decided to ask her when I next remembered.
A few days later, it was early evening and we had just had tea. I helped Mum with the washing up while Dad sat at the dinner table. I knew he was watching so I gave him a treat by bending over as I put away. He would have easily seen my sheer honey stocking tops and nice clean white panties. It was then I remember what I was going to ask her.
"Mum, have you been rooting around in my room recently?" I asked casually.
"No, dear. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've noticed my clothes have been moved around and someone's been through my knicker drawer."
Mum went white and half turned to look at Dad. I glanced over where she was looking and saw that Dad had gone a deep shade of red.
"Um, oh yes, I wanted to see if you had any washing." She managed to stammer but the hesitation told me she was lying.
I turned her around to face me firmly clasping her shoulders. I tenderly brushed the hair away from her face then let my fingers trace down her neckline. I let my nails graze her breasts as my hands travelled down to her waist.
"Mum, its me you're talking to. What's going on?" I asked her quietly as I pressed myself against her.
She looked a little nervous so I told her there was nothing to worry about. Then I brushed my cheek against hers and whispered conspiratorially, "Just tell me if your tits are feeling nice."
I leaned back and looked at her and she just nodded.
"Do you mean your big tits, Mum?" And before she could answer I added, "And your big nipples too."
I heard her barely whisper, "Yes."
I put my lips back to her ear and whispered, "Tell Daddy about your big tits and nipples."
I let my tongue flick at her ear lobe then trace along her neck, nuzzling her as I went. For good measure I pressed my hand down and pushed my fingers into her skirt forcing it between her legs. I heard her gasp.
"Go on, Mummy." I urged.
"John?" Her voice was quivering slightly.
I turned round to look at Dad. He had been watching us whispering and touching. I could see his right arm moving and knew he had his cock out and in his hand, stroking it.
"John, my tits and nipples are feeling heavy and tingly." Mum told him.
I heard him groan.
"Tell him to sit where we can see his cock, Mum." Again whispering in her ear and keeping the pressure on her through her skirt.
"John, we need to see your cock. Move to the chair where Sarah can see you." Mum told him.
Dad looked a bit shocked but did as he was told. His erect cock was sticking out of his trousers. I could already see the head glistening with pre-cum.
"Tell him he can wank but mustn't cum yet." I whispered.
Mum gave a little squeak. She was pushing back against my hand now and wasn't concentrating.
"Mum, tell him we are not ready for any spunk yet."
Mum relayed what I had whispered to her and Dad's hand slowed down as he stroked up and down his hard prick.
While Mum was talking to Dad I undid her top revealing her bra. Then I reached down and hiked her skirt up.
"Mum, you're wearing tights and knickers." I giggled.
"Dad, I'm going to pull Mum's tights down now."
I knew how much under my control they were. Deep down they wanted to do these naughty things but it was breaking down that taboo barrier I just couldn't get through.
I could tell Dad was excited and he found it difficult to answer.
"We'll have her in just her knickers in a minute." I teased.
"Yes, Sarah." He managed and I watched as his prick strained against his hand.
I knelt down in front of Mum and buried my face into her knickers. I let my tongue press into the material forcing it into her slit. She was soaking wet and I heard her moaning above me.
I managed to turn enough to watch Dad masturbating. He was trying to control himself but it can't have been easy watching his daughter tonguing her mother.
