A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 25

Dinner at her parents' house the next day was the same stressful affair it always was, Gwen doing her best to meet her mother's expectations of propriety while feeling the unspoken disapproval over her daughters' lack of it. Gwen contented herself with wearing her sluttiest underwear beneath her prim clothing, wondering what her mother would think if she knew about the thong her only daughter was wearing.

The presence of Natalie had also given her reason to worry. It would be the first time they had seen each other since that afternoon encounter; would they be able to face each other?

Gwen was relieved to discover that for her sister-in-law, it seemed to be a non-issue. The pair happily talked and joked, KD glad to see her mother smiling and laughing with somebody other than her father for once.

The pair found themselves alone in the kitchen shortly before dinner was served. "So, I heard you got Tim's present in the mail," she growled softly as the two worked by the sink. "Did you give it to him yet?"

Gwen looked around nervously, afraid someone might overhear. "How did you know?"

"Barry told me. I was talking to him, something I need to talk to you about, by the way, and he asked if you had gotten it yet. So, did you give it to him yet?"

"No, we usually go out to dinner the weekend of our anniversary. I'll give it to him after that."

Natalie smiled and nudged her sister-in-law in the ribs. "I knew you hadn't given it to him yet—you're not walking funny."

"You are terrible! And what do you need to talk to me about?"

"Later—I promise. Also, Adam and I got you an anniversary gift. Rather than just go out to dinner next weekend, think you two can get some alone time together, maybe an overnight?"

"Overnight? I'd have to find somebody to take care of the horses, and we'd need to make sure the business is covered—"

"Ali's already volunteered to stay at the house, and I'm sure Tim can get one of the other guys to cover just fine." Natalie looked about conspiratorially for effect. "How would you like to give Tim his present at the place you made it?"

"You mean the Inn?"

"Uh-huh. We reserved you the same room and everything."

Gwen felt something akin to panic, but she wasn't sure why. "Oh, thank you Natalie, you guys really shouldn't have, but it would seem weird, I mean him looking at that there, and he might not like it, and the owners know me and probably why we're there, and—"

"Gwen, stop. Breathe. It will be great. Adam already told Tim—said we've been there and loved it, which is true- and he's fine with going. He's going to love it, and you will, too."

"I don't know, Natalie..."

A finger was pressed to her lips. "No arguments." Her sister-in-law picked up a bowl of potatoes and returned to the dining room. Dinner was served and the family gathering played out as it had for many years.

KD was home early that evening, preferring to get a good night's sleep before her drive the next morning. Her parents retired early as well, content to read in bed together. Tim was asleep well before his wife, Gwen numbly reading the same page again and again as her mind wrestled with the implications of Natalie and Adam's gift to them.

Did the gift—right down to the same room- mean Adam knew what had happened there? Doesn't matter, the Slut replied. It's nothing his own wife hadn't done. Would the owners of the Inn tell Tim why Gwen had been there without his knowledge? If you gave him the album before they said anything, it wouldn't matter. Would they know why they were there now? Of course. That's what strange beds are for. Despite the Slut's reasonable responses, the Lady was able to conjure a vague sense of panic over the idea of mixing her slutty side with her married life.

With a sigh, Gwen arose and threw on her robe. A small cup of tea might help me sleep, she reasoned as she quietly stepped into the hall. The distracted woman had just turned the corner into the kitchen when the motion sensor light on the deck blazed to life. The screen door opened slowly and Gwen thought to turn and retreat, to get Tim to confront the intruder. Instead, she stayed rooted to the spot as the wooden door opened. The light spilled in from outside and KD, wrapped in a towel too small for her body, stepped into the kitchen. In one hand she carried a second smaller towel, the unmistakable shaft and head of her gift penis sticking out from it, her fist curled around the fabric-bundled testicles.

Gwen quickly took two steps backward and decided that any further retreat was risky. Instead, she coughed to warn of her presence, waited a second, and stepped into the kitchen. Her daughter stood there, wide-eyed and panic-stricken as she struggled with one hand to hold up her cover while the other hand fumbled to wrap the towel around what she held.

"Oh-Mom—you scared me! What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep and was going to make a cup of tea. And you?"

Me what?" KD's eyes were still large, her voice jumpy.

"What are you doing up?"

"Oh, I, uh, couldn't sleep either, so I thought maybe a swim might help."

"I do that sometimes, too."

"Oh—well, I hope you can get to sleep. I'm going to go dry off and get to bed. Busy day tomorrow!" her daughter smiled weakly and hurried past as she did her best to shield the contents of the towel from her mother.

"Honey, wait." The young woman stopped in her tracks, afraid to turn and watch as Gwen pushed through the screen door. She returned a moment later holding KD's dry bikini top and bottom. "You left this on the railing to dry after we got back from dinner. You wouldn't want to forget it."

Her daughter's face burned crimson against the white towel as her hand quickly grasped the triangles of fabric and returned to hold the top of her covering in place. Busted! "Uhh, thanks."

Gwen knew she should just let her daughter go, but a long-dormant mischievous spark flared. "Honey? You're fine. Just between us, bathing suits have become...increasingly optional around here this summer. Just wear whatever you're comfortable in. Of course, I would err on the side of caution around your father. I don't think he'd be mad, but maybe a little embarrassed., although he's been known to do without his as well."

KD blushed even more deeply, unable to believe she was having this conversation with her ultra-conservative mother. "Oh. OK, good to know, thanks, Mom. G'night!"

Gwen smiled. "Good night."

She stood there for several moments after KD's bedroom door softly clicked shut. The tea can wait, the older woman decided, and she quietly made her way out of the house and up the hill. Her daughter's wet footprints were still visible on the concrete, going from the pool stairs to where her towels had been laid on the table, and then to the gate.

The deck was also darkened above the filter jet. It was Gwen's turn to blush as she realized her daughter knew the secret to the current below the surface; but how had the dildo come into play? Was it possible to hang on to the side and use both at the same time?

The house would be hers again tomorrow, plenty of time to determine if it could be done. A swim tempted her, the thought of just stripping down and sliding into the cool water alluring, but she resisted. Something about KD's recent use made it wrong, at least until she had left. Gwen returned to the house as quietly as she had left. Her dreams returned that night, vivid and incredibly lewd.