Ten minutes later, I heard the door open and I let out a huge sigh of relief at how close I had come to being caught. How would I have explained that? My horniness calmed, I suddenly wondered if I was ready for what I was currently considering. Once I followed through, there was no turning back….
4. THE SECOND STAGE
I woke up early, showered and waited, shaking anxiously about shopping with my daughter. Being Saturday, Kaylee didn’t wake up till after ten. She came down in her flimsy robe and my mouth suddenly watered. I asked, “So how was last night?”
“The usual. A lame party. Lame boys trying to feel me up,” she flippantly replied. I poured her some milk and handed her a plate of her favourite chocolate chip pancakes.
Throwing it out there, I replied, just inches from her perky breasts, “I can’t even remember the last time I was felt up.”
“Mom,” she gasped.
“What? It’s true.”
“I just assumed you got your nookie while on the road,” my pretty daughter wrongly assumed.
“I wish,” I sighed dramatically, “I think I may actually have cobwebs on my cunt.”
Kaylee actually sprayed milk out of her mouth. “Oh my God, Mom. TMI.”
“TMI?” I asked, confused.
“Too much information,” she replied.
I shrugged, “I apparently better get some soon or I may turn into a lesbian.”
“Oh Mom,” she said her facial expression briefly one of curiosity before she shifted to all sweet and supportive, “You are a very beautiful woman.”
“As if?”
“You better be. I look just like you,” she teased.
“Well when you put it that way,” I smiled back.
The rest of breakfast was about prom and her upcoming midterms. Finally she said, “Give me half an hour and we are going shopping.”
“You still want to?” I asked.
“Well, apparently I need to help my mother get laid.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
“It’s OMG,” she corrected.
“What is?” I again asked confused.
“OMG is Oh my God,” she replied smiling, “I need to teach you a lot.”
She disappeared to get ready and I cleaned up, my pussy tingling and all my reservations fading with it.
Kaylee grabbed the keys, grabbed my hand, which made my pussy get excited instantly, and led me to the car. The whole drive she gave suggestions of things to try and stores we would go to. I had no idea what she was talking about most of the time and I didn’t recognize half the stores.
We arrived and I followed her into the mall and into a fancy, yet clearly younger type, store. She went to the back and right to the skirts. She grabbed a plaid skirt and handed it to me. “Go try this on Mom.”
“Yes, honey,” I replied, trying to be submissive, without being obvious.
As I was changing into the skirt she tossed over a white blouse that looked a size or two too small. I got dressed and looked in the mirror. I looked ten years younger. I looked sexy. I looked kind of slutty. I walked out of the dressing room and my daughter said, “Hmmm, Mom you look absolutely sexy.”
I blushed, swimming in the compliment of the daughter I wanted to submit to. “Thanks, sweetheart. You have amazing taste.”
“I know, I really do,” she said, with a smile.
“Can we get some more and a few outfits for when I do book tours?” I requested, like a daughter would a mother.
“Sounds like a plan,” my daughter smiled.
The next three hours included a dozen stores, a couple dozen new outfits and two thousand bucks on my credit card. I thanked her profusely for all her help and for spending the whole day with her old bag of a mom. She replied that I was still pretty hot for an old bag. I hit her playfully, pretty excited by the progress made. I gave her a big hug, lingering longer than I usually do before returning to our car.
The next week I dressed at home in outfits she had chosen. Getting ready to leave for a brief two day speaking engagement I asked Kaylee, “What should I wear for the meet and greet?”
“Do you want to look professional or sexy?” my daughter smiled, teasingly, something that had become more common of late; subtle, yet clear, sexual innuendo, each sending a tingle down below.
“Both, of course,” I quipped back.
She went to my room, me following behind her, and she quickly pulled out three outfits. “Each of these showcases your sexy body, Mom, but is not outwardly slutty.” She paused, “Of course, you can wear stockings instead of pantyhose and the things I gave you to feel sexy underneath your semi-sexy business wear.”
“Thanks, honey,” I said, again pulling her in for a hug.
“You’re welcome, Mom,” she repeated, her hand on my sides, her fingers just barely touching my ass.
I paused, before attempting another shift in our relationship. “Honey, you are an adult now and I would like you to call me Evelyn.”
“Really?” she asked, clearly surprised.
“Yes, Kaylee. I don’t want our relationship built anymore on the traditional mother-daughter hierarchy. If anything, sometimes you should be in charge.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her head seeming to be spinning in circles.
“Well, your fashion sense for one. You have rekindled my feeling of sexy, something that had flamed out years ago.”
“Well, Evelyn,” she began, seemingly already revelling in the shift, “with me at your side I will make you sex-a-licious.”
“Just like you,” I flirted.
***
I returned from my trip, again early, hoping and praying to catch her in the act again, but was disappointed to see she was not home. I felt I was definitely ready for the third stage.
5. THE THIRD STAGE
My daughter showed up early in the morning and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me in the kitchen making breakfast.
She stammered, “Y-y-you are home early.”
“And you are home really late,” I countered, all Mother like.
“Um-yeah, I stayed the night at Chloe’s,” she admitted.
Deciding I too could play the sexual innuendo game, I replied, “Hmmm, were you making her sin?” I also allowed my robe to open a bit, allowing my daughter a look at my creamy white skin.
Her face went beet red and I knew she had again been playing with Chloe and that she noticed my so-called accidental showcase. She admitted she was still tired and was going to bed and I waited till she left to log on to my computer.
Evesub: You there Ms. Ann?
I waited impatiently for over an hour, before MsAnn responded.
MsAnn: Sorry, just getting ready for work. Are you ok?
Evesub: I am ready for stage three.
MsAnn: U r, r u?
Evesub: We went clothes shopping, she picked them all out for me, etc. I have her calling me evelyn…I think I am ready.
MsAnn: Ok…
MsAnn: You must now tell her that you trust her and you will now wear whatever she tells you to
MsAnn: and while all of this is going on you will be telling her how much you want to be like best friends and talk to each other
Evesub: Smart…I think I have already implied that
MsAnn: You will tell her some things about your sex life
MsAnn: And you will say words like fuck, cunt and tits
Evesub: Oh my, not sure I could say such words to her
MsAnn: You will!!!
Evesub: Yes, Miss, but how does one eventually cross the threshold?
MsAnn:?
Evesub: I meant how will she know I am willing to submit to her…MY DAUGHTER???
MsAnn: well once you started talking like friends and she’s picking out your clothes you can then tell her how much you love being told what to do ( don’t say by her ) just that you love it
Evesub: Right
MsAnn: You will tell her you like having others control you how good it makes you feel
MsAnn: How happy you are that she’s doing this for you
MsAnn: She in turn will most likely ask you to start doing other things real small at first
MsAnn: But you will do them anyway
MsAnn: And act pleased to do them
MsAnn: Let her know how happy you are to do things for her
Evesub: Ok
MsAnn: You can make the comment how much you like having her tell you to do something
MsAnn: Maybe tell her to not ask you but just tell you
MsAnn: Then it’s just a matter of time
Evesub: Wow
MsAnn: This always works…
MsAnn: I’m a student of human nature
Evesub: I am so wet now!
MsAnn: Come for me slut. Right now.
Evesub: I am rubbing myself.
MsAnn: I need to get to work…good luck slut.
Evesub: Yes, Mistress
Evesub: And thank you!!!
When Kaylee got up, I told her, “It really has been great spending so much time with you, Kaylee.”
“You too, Mom,” she smiled.
“It’s just, I don’t have a lot of friends, to talk to,” I sighed, “and I haven’t been fucked in so long I think my cunt may not work anymore.”
“Mom,” my daughter, mock gasped. “Such language! I should take you over my knee.”
I responded quickly, “That used to get me so turned on when your Dad was still around.”
“Really?” my daughter asked, surprised, but seemingly very curious.
I blushed red, realizing how much I was voluntarily sharing with my daughter. “I-um-I mean, all my characters are strong females, real feminists and sometimes at home I just wanted to be treated like a….” I paused purposely, my daughter listening intently, before finishing, “slut.”
“Oh my God, Mom,” my daughter replied.
I apologized, “I’m sorry dear. The last thing you need to hear about is your Mother’s lack of a sex life. But I really have no one else to talk to.”
Kaylee gave me a big hug, her hand definitely lingering on my ass this time, “Mom, you can tell me anything. And our next goal will have to be to get you laid.”
My red face went redder and after she let go of the warm embrace, I asked, “Will you choose what I wear each day?”
“What?” she asked, taken back by the question.
I kept my head down acting sheepish. “It’s just since you help me with my clothes I have felt more sexy and confident. While at my conference I was giddy with excitement at how naughty I was underneath even if no one else knew and well, every morning I sit in my room humming and hawing what to wear, it would be so much easier if it was a decision I didn’t have to make.”
A spark lit in my daughter’s eyes and she answered, using my first name this time, “If you want me to, Evelyn. But be warned, I will probably push you a bit in out of your conservative style.”
“Push away, Kaylee. I am your Barbie Doll, dress me as you please,” I answered, giving away power piece by piece.
Kaylee paused a second thinking before she spoke with a smile that hinted at something more, “Oh, this will be fun.”
