“Of course it does,” Nana replied, in a tone that implied it was a stupid question.
“Fine, whatever,” Auntie said, enjoying what was happening, but still trying to hide it.
Auntie returned to the change room and Nana went to find another pair of stockings.
Nana returned a moment later with a pair of beige stockings, gave my cock a solid squeeze and again knocked on the door. “Let me in.”
“I’m quite capable of doing this myself,” Auntie replied.
“Open up right now,” Nana ordered, her patience waning.
Again the door was unlatched and Nana went inside.
Again I moved closer to the door to listen.
Again Auntie fussed. “Mom, this is too weird.”
“Just stop fussing and let your mother help,” Nana said.
After a minute, Nana asked, “Honey, why are your panties damp?”
“Mother!” Auntie whispered, just loud enough for me to hear with my ear against the door.
“What? It’s okay to get horny,” Nana replied, before adding sympathetically, “I imagine it’s been a while, hasn’t it, dear.”
“Mother!” Auntie repeated, clearly shocked by what Nana was saying.
“What?” Nana asked, “I’m horny all the time.”
“Mom, please stop doing this,” Aunt Elizabeth pleaded.
“Elizabeth, stop being such a prude; we should be able to talk about sex without it being such a big deal,” Nana scolded, before adding, “for example, I’ve been laid a few times quite recently.”
My mouth dropped open. Was Nana going to seduce her right now?
“Mom, I don’t need to hear this,” Auntie replied, and then moaned.
“Sorry, honey,” Nana apologized, “but you really are wet.”
“Mom, please,” Auntie pleaded, clearly embarrassed at being wet, and even more by her Mother talking about it.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” Nana continued. “Getting dressed up sexy always gets my cunt dripping too.”
“Mother!”
“What?” Nana asked, “We’re allowed to be horny.”
“Oh God,” Auntie sighed.
“That’s exactly what I said when my boy toy pounded me recently,” Nana continued, obviously really enjoying teasing her prudish, judgmental daughter. “Now let’s go and show Curtis this outfit.”
“God, no!” Auntie said.
“This is the one he’s considering getting his wife. So stop being a prude and let him see how it looks on a sexy woman,” Nana ordered, again opening the door and taking control.
Again I slipped away just in time as Auntie reluctantly walked out in the lingerie I’d chosen.
“Wow!” I said. “Auntie, you look amazing.”
“Thanks,” she said, not making eye contact, although even I could see the wetness in her panties.
“I think this is definitely the one you want,” Nana added, giving me a wink. “Curtis, you see how the red colour highlights her lovely nipples?”
Elizabeth turned bright red herself, and quickly covered her breasts with her hands.
Nana muttered, “Prude,” just loud enough for her daughter to hear, and Elizabeth removed her hands, glancing at me nervously.
I gazed at her tits just long enough to show my approval, before saying, “Turn around, Auntie.”
“Pardon?” she asked, surprised by my order.
“I want to see the outfit from behind,” I answered.
“Just turn around,” Nana ordered.