I spent most of Friday being lazy and resting my sore body. There weren't a lot of chores to do so I spent the day in bed reading. About an hour before my parents got home I got up and did the dishes from last night and then I decided to have a little fun. I was in a good mood and I wanted to spread that around so I went to my room and picked out a very cute yellow sundress and slipped it on.
It was a halter top so I went without a bra but the dress itself was designed to give me a bit of support. I went without panties, of course, so Daddy could have access to everything whenever he wanted.
I tied my hair back with a matching ribbon and even put on some of my body lotion that smelled like lemon frosting. I just felt very summery.
By the time I was done it was nearly time for them to be home and I went to the kitchen to start dinner. It was nothing fancy, we didn't have anything fancy, it was just hamburger helper and some veggies. I found some dinner rolls in the freezer and popped those in too.
I was just putting a fresh pitcher of lemonade in the fridge when they pulled into the driveway and I bounced on my toes in excitement.
I heard the front door open and my mom said, "What's that smell? Is she cooking?"
I busied myself at the stove stirring the hamburger mixture when they came into the kitchen.
I beamed at my mother. "I thought you could use a day off cooking. And, you know, I was bored."
She looked confused but smiled.
"Why are you dressed like a lemon drop?" My stepfather teased as he passed me up to go to the fridge.
I shrugged, "I was in a lemon mood."
"Holy shit, there's fresh lemonade," he said, opening the fridge. The stove was right next to the fridge and I felt a light chilly air up my skirt and it felt wonderful. "Stace, your daughter cooked us dinner and made lemonade!"
"I didn't know you could do so many things without being told," my mother half teased. I say half because she obviously meant it and was confused but she was pleased as well and didn't want to scare me off doing it again.
I just shrugged and went back to the food.
My mom unpacked their lunchboxes into the sink and went to change out of her work clothes. My stepfather took that opportunity to sneak up behind me and slide a hand up my skirt.
"Good girl," he whispered as he ran a finger over my bare pussy lips.
"You mean because of dinner or the lack of panties?" I whispered back.
"Both," he said, sliding a finger in and giving it a wiggle, then bringing that finger to my mouth and brushing my juices over my lips like lip gloss. Then he popped the finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
"You wear yourself through dinner. I want you to talk to your mom with your own pussy on your lips and know that I put it there."
I pressed my lips together like I had just put on lipstick. "Yes, sir." I replied.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure Mom hadn't come back yet and leaned in closer to me, I could smell the grease on him from working with the machines at work and I realized for the first time that the smell of him turned me on.
I didn't know if it was because it was his scent or if it was because it was the scent of a man who worked on machines with his hands all day. I just knew that the smell of grease and sweat made me so hot and I breathed him in as he stepped closer to me.
"I have a treat for you after dinner," he whispered. "You just go along with whatever I say, alright? I'm going to get you good and horny so you're begging for me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours all day tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," I repeated, and lowered my eyes, blushing. I was already ready to beg and I couldn't wait to see what my surprise was. He went to wash up as he was always dirty after work.
I set the table while they both took care of their after work ablutions. I put the dinner rolls in a basket in the middle of the table and when the rest of the food was ready I set it all out and called them to dinner. I was really proud of myself and knowing that it made them happy made me all the happier.
We sat down together and ate our dinner, which is something we usually only did on Sundays and special occasions, but no one said anything about that. I listened to my parents talk about work stuff and amused myself with realizing that I could taste pussy with the first few bites of food before it wore off. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard my Mom say,
"Well if she dresses that cute tomorrow you make sure John keeps his eyes to himself." I nearly choked on my food."You know what a hound he is and he's always looking at her."
"She'll be okay," my stepfather smiled, "John's harmless."
"If you say so," my mom muttered, not really convinced. "I hate how he talks. He calls all women Blanche because he says-"
"That it's easier than shouting out the wrong name during sex, I know." he finished. "He's not serious, Stacy. He's never serious. Don't worry. I can't control where his eyes go but he's not getting his hands on my girl while I'm around."
He turned to me and smiled, "Besides, I don't think you'd want to wear a dress fishing, would you?"