My Dress Is Too Short

Fbailey story number 654


My Dress Is Too Short


Dad told me to get showered, shaved, and to put on clean underwear. He told Mom to basically do the same thing but to put on the dress that was on her bed.

As soon as Mom came down the stairs we got in the car and Dad drove off. Mom fidgeted all the way.

Just before we got there Mom said, “My dress is too short.”

Dad laughed and said, “You’re just telling me this now. You agreed to wear it.”

Mom said, “That was before I knew that my son would be looking at me.”

Dad just laughed harder. Soon we parked the car, got out, and headed down the street. I watched Mom pull at her dress to try and lengthen it. It didn’t help. I could still see her bright white panties. Well, at least a little bit of them. She was wearing thong panties, the kind with a slim strap running down her crack and holding the bottom edge of triangular patch of cloth over her pussy.

We got to the house and were greeted by a nice couple that took Mom away. They sent Dad to the basement and they handed me off to their daughter Cassandra.

Cassandra took me over to the stairs and told me to sit on the lowest step. She told me that I would have the best view possible. She said that all of the women were wearing dresses much shorter than they normally would. I looked at her short dress and she then told me that she wears her dresses that short whenever she can.

I did have the best seat because the bathroom was on the second floor and the women were required to drink eight ounces of wine every hour. Yes, every hour.