“Sure, honey,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me… which made me damp and I felt a slight gush leak out of me.
She clasped the first clasp onto the stocking as she explained, “Always take your time fastening the clasps.”
“Okay, Mom,” I said, my body trembling at her fingers and at the subtle touch of her breath unintentionally tickling my thigh.
She glanced at my pussy as she finished the front clasp, undeniably noticing the wetness glistening on my labia.
She then moved around back and clasped the one behind before she surprised me by picking up the second stocking and ordering me, “Sit on the edge of the bed and lift your foot up.”
I wanted to say something playful, but resisted, and just like the little girl I no longer was, I did exactly as she instructed, and watched as she rolled the sheer stocking onto my leg.
She then pulled me back up and dropped back to her knees where she did the front clasp and definitely took another look at my wet pussy.
A chill went up my spine as I sensed this sly seduction was working and having an even better effect than I’d anticipated.
She moved around back, did that clasp, and then asked, “Want to try on something kinda sexy?”
“You said we should never say kinda,” I teased, my mother, with an English degree, hating the careless word.
“Brat,” she scolded playfully, going back to her dresser for another treasure.
“Just showing you I was listening all those years you corrected my speech, teach,” I countered, wondering if maybe it wasn’t time for her to try to get a teaching job now… finally get her life back. That said, that was a conversation for another time, I had a very clear task at hand to complete first.
She came back with a red teddy and said, “Try this on.”
I joked as I took it, and being very careful not to appear opposed to the idea replied, “Really? Now I feel like we’re playing Naughty Barbie.”
She laughed as I willingly put the sexy teddy on, “This is getting a little out there.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours? I’m dressing you next,” I countered, already knowing what I was going to put on her.
“What is Barbie’s mom’s name?” she wondered.
“I have no idea, you should google it,” I said, realizing I had no idea even after all those years of playing with Barbies.
“You look amazing in that,” Mom complimented.
I thought about asking ‘good enough to eat?’ but held back from that one: too forward. Instead I turned to the mirror and said, “Wow, I do look hot.”
I then added, “It sure does showcase all my assets.”
“It sure does,” she nodded, again looking at my pussy, which was still in full view and still well hydrated.
I wondered if Mom had ever experimented with girls. Deciding it was time to reveal my sexual bias, I added, “Amanda will love me in this.”
“What?” she asked.
I repeated, “I’m sure Amanda will love me in this. She has a thing for nylons, and if I wear this outfit, these nylons, she’ll be on her knees in no time.”
Mom stared at me silently, wheels turning, processing.
She was trying to think of an alternate to the obvious meaning of my words.