Family lessons 5

“Ready to go, honey?” Sara called into her daughter’s room. “Remember we’re going shopping for your birthday present today.”

“Okay, mom, I’ll be ready in a jiffy,” Cindy said back through the closed door. “I’m just finishing dressing.”

When Cindy walked down the stairs she was wearing a short skirt that flared out high above her knees, short lacy pink socks with black strap-on sandals, and a ribbed top that clung to her outlines. Her mother stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her daughter. The skirt bounced as she skipped down the stairs and Cindy thought her mother was staring under it at her pink panties, which matched her socks, and she knew would be visible from her mother’s vantage point.

“Well, you look ready for some sexy shopping,” Sara said.

“You look pretty good, too, Mom,” Cindy said, appraising her mom in her loose- fitting silk top that accented the soft swelling of her breasts, and was unbuttoned just enough that Cindy could glimpse the top of her mother’s lacy white bra. And the tight fitting jeans showed she had retained her shape, hugging into the curves of her crotch and highlighting her firm butt. Cindy had to admit her mother was quite a looker at 38, better looking than many of her school friends.

They locked eyes for a moment, then strolled out the door arm-in-arm. Soon they were at the mall and Sara steered them toward a lingerie shop. “I told you it was going to be sexy shopping,” she whispered into her daughter’s ear, leaning close and brushing a breast against her arm. Cindy felt a new thrill shoot up her arm at the soft touch, and let her mother lead her into the shop filled with women’s underwear. It was a bewildering array, but Sara quickly found what she wanted.

“This might be just the thing for your birthday party,” she said, holding up an outfit that revealed much more than it concealed. “What’s your size. Oh, I bet it’s the same as mine.” She held the lacy baby doll in front of her and smoothed it against her body, then went to stand beside her daughter. “Here, go try it on and come out and let me see.”

Cindy took the skimpy outfit and headed for the dressing room. She dropped her skirt and peeled off her top in the narrow room, then slid the baby doll on. But she had to take it back off because her bra and panties showed ridiculously beneath it, so she slid them off as well, then slithered back into the seductive outfit. She felt a little embarrassed to go back out into the store wearing only this tiny outfit, but knew her mother was waiting for her, so she took a deep breath, twisted the knob and stepped out.

She found herself facing her double, or rather her mother dressed in the exact same outfit and looking incredibly sexy. She nearly fell into her mother’s arms, and when the older woman reached to steady her, she felt fingers lingering at the edges of her breasts. Again the thrill raced through her. I’m getting turned on by my mother, she realized. First Dad, then brother, and now Mom. This is too much, she thought. Just too fucking much. Then she licked her lips in anticipation.

Sara saw the movement and said, “Yes, they are deliciously sexy, aren’t they? The baby dolls, I mean.”

Cindy blushed a bit when she realized she’d been staring at her mother’s tits and licking her lips.