I bent over in front of her, slid one arm under the dress, and the other over, cupping her breast and spreading wide the fingers of the other hand, I stretched the dress down.
“Like when you are putting on pantyhose, you see?” I took hold of the other breast and ‘dressed’ her.
As I got down to her pussy, I gave her a quick lick.
“Mom!” she protested, still playing with the phone.
“Sorry, baby, but you’re so pretty down there that I couldn’t resist myself.”
“There, aren’t you just cute in this?”
We stood in front of the closet mirror, her in the white dress, and me still naked.
“It looks like I’m naked,” she protested again.
“It does, doesn’t it, but you’re not.” I encouraged her enthusiastically.
“You can see my nipples, and if I had a bush, it would totally be out there.” She commented less sternly as she twirled in front of the mirror. The hem was stretched beyond its limits, covering the globes of her ass and hiding it from plain sight.
“But you don’t have a bush, now do you? You are not naked; and both you and I have these ‘delicate’ little pussies, just the charming little slit, while everything else is out of sight. So even if we do ‘accidentally’ flash someone, it’s not vulgar at all. Am I right?”
I was bringing home the idea that I had worked on, I wanted my daughter to be open to explore sexuality with more freedom than she has shown.
Looking critically at her own image in the mirror, she stooped, curtsied, and bent over, looking at how much skin she was showing.
As she did I adjusted the dress over her tits and ass a couple of times, showing her how good it was on her.
“From time to time you have to adjust your boobs, you don’t want them slipping down, and just a twerk of the hem before you get in or out of the car, for example.”
“You know a lot about how to do these things, don’t you?” She ribbed me.
“It’s my dress, isn’t it?” I turned to the other items that I had chosen.
“Take that off and try this.” I gave her a blue two piece, tight small skirt, and a flowing strapless top, thin but not transparent.
Putting it on, over her nude body, she asked, “Where do you wear these clothes, I mean they are so revealing?”
“I like to have them in my wardrobe, sometimes, like we are doing now, I just like to try them on, and sometimes, your daddy takes me out to fancy places.” I replied putting on a short pleated, like schoolgirl, skirt.
I threw on a tight tee-shirt and bending over in front of the mirror ‘twerked’ my ass. Pouting I said looking up at Annie, “I’ve been a very bad girl, I got an “F” on my “oral”, are you going to punish me?”
We laughed, and Annie patted my bare ass.
We had broken the ice, she was comfortable with the two of us playing sexy games, and comfortable with being naked with me.
“It’s time that we go downstairs and start dinner, do you want to help me?” I asked.
“What should we wear?” She asked smiling, and choose the third most revealing thing on the bed.
I took the blue two piece, I like the way my boobs look in it, and the skirt, well it’s just naughty enough.