“I can imagine,” I nodded, knowing that was true for Elle, a big breasted chubby but dirty girl who had first introduced me to the world of pussy munching at camp.
“You have an amazing body, too,” she complimented.
“Thanks,” I smiled, enjoying compliments myself. After a pause I asked, as I walked to the bed where the packages all were, “So can I try on a pair of these fancy nylons?”
“Go ahead, honey,” she offered.
I looked at the wide array of packages. I laughed, “You like variety.”
“I do,” she nodded, as I gazed at the variety of colors that included black, beige, mocha, white, tan, navy and red. “I treat my hosiery like I do my jewelry, as an accessory to enhance the entire package.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I approved, as I removed my skirt to reveal I also was not wearing panties, and I had a pair of thigh highs on.
“You’re deceiving, too,” she said with a smirk.
“Like mother, like daughter,” I quipped, sliding one thigh high off my leg.
“Do you usually go without panties?” she asked, not accusingly, just curiously.
“Sometimes,” I shrugged. “You?” I asked.
“Just thongs,” she answered.
“You should try commando; it’s quite liberating,” I encouraged, “and in the winter you can feel Jack Frost nipping at your… you know,” as I removed my second thigh high.
“And since when did you start wearing thigh highs?” Mom asked.
“Blame Amanda,” I answered, who was my best friend and the one I messed around with the most. She said she liked quick access to my pussy when she wanted a quick snack, and that was often (at lunchtime in the bathroom, in the car, at her house and even once in an empty movie theatre). Amanda said I had the sweetest pussy she’d ever tasted (something several girls had said to me) and thus she had a second home between my legs. I now wondered if my yummy pussy taste was hereditary.
“Blame her why?” Mom asked, as I selected the mocha pair, which was my favourite color: it really enhanced my rather pale legs.
“She convinced me they were sexier and more comfortable than pantyhose,” I answered.
“I can’t argue with that,” Mom nodded, before adding, as I rolled up the first stocking in my hands, “but there is nothing sexier than stockings with a garter-belt.”
As I began putting the first stocking on my foot, I smiled, getting turned on by the sight of my mother in only a thong, garter and stockings, “You’re wonderful proof of that statement.”
“Oh, thanks,” Mom blushed.
“God, these feel so sexy,” I said, in awe of how much softer they were than my usual nylons.
“I know, it’s the only kind I wear now,” she replied.
As I pulled the stocking up my leg, I said, feigning incompetence, “Shoot, I’m going to need a garter-belt for these.”
“Give me a second,” she offered, going to her drawer. She shuffled through it for a second before returning with a red one. “This one is a great contrast with the mocha stockings. They really set each other off.”
“You’re a lingerie guru,” I joked, as I took the garter, something I’d never worn before.
I strapped it around my waist, then decided to try and accelerate the seduction I planned on completing today. “Can you help me with this Mom?” I asked, standing up.