“What does that even mean?” Aunt Elizabeth asked.
“Nothing; I got to get ready for work,” Mom sighed.
“Last day,” I reminded her.
“Thank God,” Mom nodded.
I sat down at the kitchen table where Mom had been seated, and we chatted about when to leave… deciding on noon. So I ate, showered (which included a quick fuck with Nana in the shower) and wrapped some presents.
Nana came out dressed in a skirt, blouse and nylons, while Aunt Elizabeth came out in jeans and a sweater, which was a disappointment, but not a surprise. I even joked, even though I was trying to send a message, “I see you haven’t yet bought into the family fashion traditions.”
Auntie looked at me confused, before she noticed how Nana was dressed, and then said in a tone that questioned Nana’s judgment, “I dress casually when I go out in public.”
Nana’s tone instantly went hard as she asked, “And what are you implying, missy?”
Auntie had no problem criticising her sister, but her mother was more intimidating, so she quickly retracted, “Nothing, nothing. I’m just surprised you would dress up so sexy just to go shopping.”
Nana shrugged, “A man I respect has made it clear to me that a woman should always look her best.”
“Mother,” Auntie argued, “You don’t have to dress up for a man.”
“And that may be why you’re single,” Nana replied bluntly.
“Mom!” Auntie gasped, taken aback by her mother’s hurtful words.
Nana apologized, kind of, “Honey, I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. All I meant was that as women we need the ability to be a chameleon of sorts.”
“How so?” Auntie asked.
“We need to play many roles: a mother, an employee, a friend, and a lover,” Nana explained, “among others.”
“I suppose,” Auntie nodded.
“Let’s go,” I suggested, an idea to further the seduction of Auntie popping into my head.
“Yes, sir,” Nana responded, giving just the slightest hint at which respected man had her dressing up so sexy.
Auntie didn’t seem to notice though, and we headed out, and for the next two hours we did some shopping. Nana tossed out a couple more innuendos and groped my cock and ass every chance she got, clearly enjoying the naughtiness.
Eventually I said, as we were almost at the shop in the mall where I wanted to surprise Auntie, “I could use some feminine advice for a Christmas present for my wife.”
“Your wife?” Auntie gasped from the back seat.
“Yeah, I got married a little while ago,” I answered nonchalantly.
“You’re eighteen,” she pointed out.
“I think I knew that already,” I joked.
“You knew this?” Auntie asked Nana.
“I’ve met her several times, and she is utterly delicious,” Nana answered, her double meaning equally delicious.
“So far this trip has been one surprise after another,” Auntie said, just as we reached the lingerie shop.
“The surprises are only getting started,” Nana responded, giving hint after hint of what we had in store for her.
“And where are you going now?” Auntie asked, as I stopped in front of a store called ‘Sweet Nothings’, with no display window, and a windowless door I had to enter to go inside, to protect the underage mall shoppers.