Claire had been sitting back in one of the armchairs down in the living room, unaware of just what Cassy and Lisa were about to get up to in the older girl's bedroom. The single mother had her legs crossed as she finished the glass of wine she had been sipping as she relaxed, a moment of rest she needed with the amount of responsibility that was being pushed on her at work while she had also been struggling to find ways to relieve her stress and tension now that she had her two adopted daughters living with her. Claire couldn't really blame the two of them though, having chosen herself to adopt the two girls after having gotten over her divorce with her first husband. Back in college when the two had gotten together Claire had thought she had found the one for her, and they had a whirlwind romance which had turned into marriage shortly after graduation.<br/><br/>What Claire hadn't realized at the time though was that her husband was two things, plain and jealous. He had been a handsome man for sure, but behind that he had been too old fashioned for her tastes and unwilling to experiment and try new things which she wanted. She could have accepted that if it hadn't been for his jealousy though, as Claire had maintained a few male friends from their college years in addition to her sorority sisters and childhood friends. It had been subtle at first, but her husband had eventually begun to show his feelings as he pushed for her to stop hanging out with guys or going out even when she tried to invite him. Eventually after a few years it was clear that things weren't working out and reluctantly Claire had pushed for a divorce.<br/><br/>That process had taken its toll on her, but when she had been recovering the single blonde had decided to adopt and chose the two teens. It had been a split second decision as well, but it did not feel like one she would come to regret.<br/><br/>Licking her lips as she drew herself out of her thoughts Claire stood up and shook her head as she took her glass to the sink, deciding then to step into a shower and relieve some of her tension. Climbing the stairs she noticed the door to Lisa's room slightly open and decided to check in with her daughter on her way by, though when she cracked the door open a bit farther she couldn't help but to stop and stare at the sight in front of her as the two teens kissed and caressed each other. Shifting slightly from one foot to the other in the doorway Claire couldn't tear her eyes away from her two girls, watching as they continued for a minute until she finally stepped into the room and spoke.<br/><br/>"What are you two girls doing?" Claire asked as she stepped into the room, her tone sounding like that of a parent who had caught their child with a hand in the cookie jar. Though in the case it was Lisa's finger in the honey pot as both girls would have to face their Mom standing at the foot of the bed with her hip cocked to the side, her black pencil skirt clinging to the curve of her wide hips while her pantyhose only made her long legs more enticing to the eye and the top buttons of her blouse having been undone while she had relaxed drew the eye to her breasts with her long silky hair cascading over her shoulders as she twirled a few strands around the tip of her finger.<br/><br/>Claire wasn't entirely sure what to say to her girls, having had experimented with some of her sorority sisters back in college, but now in the moment all of her desires and tension seemed to want to rise up against her parental instincts as she looked down at Lisa's bare breasts peaked by stiff pink nipples and wet pussy.