During dinner we engaged in small talk, then after dinner Mom offered to clean up since I had prepared the meal. So, I sat there and watched as mom walked back and forth from the table to the kitchen sink, then she began putting things in the dishwasher. She had to bend over to do this which caused her already short skirt to slide up exposing the bottoms of her nice, firm ass cheeks. Not only did that give me a nice thrill, but it also exposed the fact that mom wasn’t wearing any panties—and I could even see her quim peeking at me from betwixt her upper thighs. Her quim that was noticeably wet.
Though enjoying the view, I also felt the need to touch . . . and to see how far mom was really ready to go. I came up behind her and as she stood back up straight, I ran my hands up and down her stockings and said, “mom, I really love your nylons. They look so nice and sexy on you.” Then I began to finger her garter straps. “And the way your short skirt shows off your garter straps. You oughta be in porn, mom.” I giggled. “You look so darn sexy.”
“Why thank you dear.” Mom blushed bright red, but did nothing to move away or discourage my teasing fingers.
“Can I see what your garter belt looks like?” Without waiting for a response I lifted her skirt all the way up to completely expose everything from her garter belt down.
“Y-y-yeah, I guess.” Mom said, her face turning even redder . . . and the tension in her body so strong I could feel it myself.
Holding her skirt up with one hand I ran my hand along the silk of her garter belt. “Looks so nice, and feels so sexy. But, mommy, you’re not wearing any panties, you naughty mommy you, your ass is all bare naked.” I gave her a couple of playful slaps on her bare butt cheeks. Calling her “mommy” instead of “mom” also gave me an additional thrill.
Mom just laughed nervously and wriggled her ass playfully.
“Mom?” I said softly, my hand resting gently on her ass.
“Y-y-yes,, dear?”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
Letting go of her skirt I took her hand and led her into the living room where we sat together on the couch. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever had sex . . . with another woman?”
Mom turned all red again. “Why . . . no . . . um . . . why?”
“Have you ever fantasized about it?” I put my hand on her thigh, caressing the sexy nylon.
Mom turned even redder, I could see her throat constrict as if she didn’t know what to say.
“The reason I ask,” I said, “is because my friend Karen and I have been having sex with each other for several months now. We think it’s a lot of fun. You don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, now do you?” I lightly rubbed the inside of her nylon enshrouded thigh.
Mom licked her dry lips and managed to whisper, “gosh . . . I-I-I guess it’s okay . . . if that’s what you both really want to do.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “we both really love it. OMG, you wouldn’t believe how totally exciting it is . . . and how god awful good it feels.”
“R-r-really?”
I could feel mom’s entire body getting hotter by the moment. “Oh, yeah. And as a matter of fact I’ve just started having sex with Karen’s mom as well.”
Mom had no response for that except mumble “K-K-Karen’s mom,” and to lick her lips.
I felt her trembling next to me, so I said, “Yeah, and then I learned that Karen and her mom have been doing each other and having lots and lots of fun . . . and then they had me do some threesomes with the two of them. Mom, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly hot that is . . . y’know, to be caught in the middle of a mother-daughter sex sandwich.”
Mom had no response except to lick her dry lips again . . . and instinctively press her thigh a little harder against mine.
I took the next step. “Y’know, Karen’s mom, Martha . . . she says there’s nothing wrong with us girls having fun with our bodies.” I moved my hand a little further up her thigh and gently rubbed the fleshy area near the top of her stocking. “Martha says it helps to keep us all young and healthy . . . in addition to adding a lot of spice to life.” I could tell mom was really getting turned on to the way I was fondling her leg and my talk about lesbianism and mother-daughter sex, but I was still not sure if she was ready get into it right then, and go all the way with me.
When she didn’t say anything, or make any move to respond to my fondling of her thigh I used my last piece of ammunition. “Martha told me about a big party coming up this weekend. She and Karen are going and there will be several other mother-daughter combinations. You don’t need to do anything . . . if you don’t want to . . . but it’d be a great opportunity for you to talk to other mother-daughter pairs . . . and learn more about it before deciding whether or not you’d actually like to do something like that.” I moved my hand a tad further up her thigh and tugged on one of her garter straps and let it snap back into place. “So, would you like to go?”
Mom licked her lips again. “Y-y-y-yeah . . . I guess it wouldn’t hurt . . . to talk to other women about it . . . see what they say.”
“Wonderful,” I said, putting my arms around her, hugging her close and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. I really wanted to do more, but had promised Karen and her mom that I’d arrange to bring mom to the party . . . as a Lesbian virgin . . . after giving her a few days to think about it so she’d be even hornier and hotter for it.
The day of the party I dressed up in a little school girl’s outfit with my red hair done up in pigtails, a white button-down-the-front blouse tucked into a tiny plaid skirt barely covering the essentials, and black shoes and white tube socks coming to near my knee. With no bra, my erect, pencil-eraser nipples showed through the blouse, and when I bent over even just a little my tiny skirt exposed my white panties.
I carried a matching outfit into mom’s bedroom where she had just entered after having taking a shower. I found her standing in white bra and panties starring at her closet as if trying to decide what she wanted to wear. I stood at the doorway to stare for a moment admiring the curves of her body, the smooth, clear skin and longed for the day I’d be as well filled out as she. I licked my lips then entered saying, “mom, Martha says they want us both to dress up in school girl outfits . . . so I’ve brought you some of my stuff you can wear.”
“Oh, how sweet of you,” she said with a giggle. From the sudden blush on her cheeks I could tell she was turned on by the idea.
Entering the room I tossed the clothing onto her bed and coming up behind her said “actually, it’d look a lot sexier . . . without your bra.” And before she could utter a word of protest I began unhooking her bra, letting my fingers graze lightly across her back. I was thrilled to see that her nipples were already as erect as mine. After tossing her bra on the bed, I helped her into the blouse, letting my fingers dance across her skin with each opportunity—especially as I, still standing behind her reached around to button the buttons up the front and sneak brief touches of her tits. Then I helped her into her skirt, letting my fingers do the walking up her legs.
After pulling the tiny skirt over her hips and fixing the top of it around her waist and tucking the blouse in tight . . . I gave her fanny a couple of little pats and said, “Mom, why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed so I can help you put the shoes and socks on.”
“Okay dear,” she giggled, “if you’d like to.”
“Of course I’d love to . . . anything for my dear, sweet mommy who gave birth to me and raised me through my childhood.” I smiled, then squatted down right in front of her with my knees split apart enough to give her a nice view of my panties up between my legs.
And to my delight she looked! Yeah, her eyes zeroed right in on my white panties which I could feel growing wet at the same rate her face was turning red. “Now, mommy,” I said, “give me your foot.”
I grabbed her left foot and pulled it towards my chest. As I caressed her foot I made it obvious I was staring up between her legs watching her own panties get increasingly damp. And OMG, how I wanted to bury my face in there!
Slowly, I put the sock and the shoe on her foot then sat that foot down and picked up the other one. I repeated the process of caressing her foot while staring up between her legs wishing I could just dive right in right then and there. I was sure that mom was so hot and horny she was ready to try lesbian sex with me—her very own daughter and right then and there. But I’d promised Martha and Karen that I’d bring mom to the party as a complete lesbian virgin. So, instead I “accidently” rubbed her foot against my erect nipple, let out a little giggle and said “mommy’s panties look so sexy from this angle.”
She just licked her lips, giggled with me, and said “why, thank you dear,” while continuing to stare at my own dampening crotch.
I quickly put the other sock and shoe on, then had her stand up with me so we could look at ourselves in her full-length mirror.
Standing right next to her I said, “see how sexy we look in pig tails and our school girl outfits? Like a couple of naughty twins.”
Mom let out an embarrassed giggle, then turning slightly so her rear showed in the mirror, she said, “Don’t you think my skirt is a little too short . . . I mean to go out in public like this?” Because her ass and hips were more filled out than mine, my tiny plaid skirt didn’t quite cover all the essentials as it left hints of her white panties showing in both the front and the back.
“No, of course not, mom. I think it’s just so nice and sexy . . . the way it doesn’t quite cover everything.”
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