Ten minutes later, I heard the door open and I let out a huge sigh of relief at how close I had come to being caught. How would I have explained that? My horniness calmed, I suddenly wondered if I was ready for what I was currently considering. Once I followed through, there was no turning back….
4. THE SECOND STAGE
I woke up early, showered and waited, shaking anxiously about shopping with my daughter. Being Saturday, Kaylee didn’t wake up till after ten. She came down in her flimsy robe and my mouth suddenly watered. I asked, “So how was last night?”
“The usual. A lame party. Lame boys trying to feel me up,” she flippantly replied. I poured her some milk and handed her a plate of her favourite chocolate chip pancakes.
Throwing it out there, I replied, just inches from her perky breasts, “I can’t even remember the last time I was felt up.”
“Mom,” she gasped.
“What? It’s true.”
“I just assumed you got your nookie while on the road,” my pretty daughter wrongly assumed.
“I wish,” I sighed dramatically, “I think I may actually have cobwebs on my cunt.”
Kaylee actually sprayed milk out of her mouth. “Oh my God, Mom. TMI.”
“TMI?” I asked, confused.
“Too much information,” she replied.
I shrugged, “I apparently better get some soon or I may turn into a lesbian.”
“Oh Mom,” she said her facial expression briefly one of curiosity before she shifted to all sweet and supportive, “You are a very beautiful woman.”
“As if?”
“You better be. I look just like you,” she teased.
“Well when you put it that way,” I smiled back.
The rest of breakfast was about prom and her upcoming midterms. Finally she said, “Give me half an hour and we are going shopping.”
“You still want to?” I asked.
“Well, apparently I need to help my mother get laid.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
“It’s OMG,” she corrected.
“What is?” I again asked confused.
“OMG is Oh my God,” she replied smiling, “I need to teach you a lot.”
She disappeared to get ready and I cleaned up, my pussy tingling and all my reservations fading with it.
Kaylee grabbed the keys, grabbed my hand, which made my pussy get excited instantly, and led me to the car. The whole drive she gave suggestions of things to try and stores we would go to. I had no idea what she was talking about most of the time and I didn’t recognize half the stores.
We arrived and I followed her into the mall and into a fancy, yet clearly younger type, store. She went to the back and right to the skirts. She grabbed a plaid skirt and handed it to me. “Go try this on Mom.”
“Yes, honey,” I replied, trying to be submissive, without being obvious.
As I was changing into the skirt she tossed over a white blouse that looked a size or two too small. I got dressed and looked in the mirror. I looked ten years younger. I looked sexy. I looked kind of slutty. I walked out of the dressing room and my daughter said, “Hmmm, Mom you look absolutely sexy.”
I blushed, swimming in the compliment of the daughter I wanted to submit to. “Thanks, sweetheart. You have amazing taste.”
“I know, I really do,” she said, with a smile.
“Can we get some more and a few outfits for when I do book tours?” I requested, like a daughter would a mother.
“Sounds like a plan,” my daughter smiled.
The next three hours included a dozen stores, a couple dozen new outfits and two thousand bucks on my credit card. I thanked her profusely for all her help and for spending the whole day with her old bag of a mom. She replied that I was still pretty hot for an old bag. I hit her playfully, pretty excited by the progress made. I gave her a big hug, lingering longer than I usually do before returning to our car.
The next week I dressed at home in outfits she had chosen. Getting ready to leave for a brief two day speaking engagement I asked Kaylee, “What should I wear for the meet and greet?”
“Do you want to look professional or sexy?” my daughter smiled, teasingly, something that had become more common of late; subtle, yet clear, sexual innuendo, each sending a tingle down below.
“Both, of course,” I quipped back.
She went to my room, me following behind her, and she quickly pulled out three outfits. “Each of these showcases your sexy body, Mom, but is not outwardly slutty.” She paused, “Of course, you can wear stockings instead of pantyhose and the things I gave you to feel sexy underneath your semi-sexy business wear.”
“Thanks, honey,” I said, again pulling her in for a hug.
“You’re welcome, Mom,” she repeated, her hand on my sides, her fingers just barely touching my ass.
I paused, before attempting another shift in our relationship. “Honey, you are an adult now and I would like you to call me Evelyn.”
“Really?” she asked, clearly surprised.
“Yes, Kaylee. I don’t want our relationship built anymore on the traditional mother-daughter hierarchy. If anything, sometimes you should be in charge.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her head seeming to be spinning in circles.
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