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CHAPTER 18B: THE NEXT DAYS TOGETHER, PART 2

Just then Tim’s smartphone rings. He reaches to the end table, looks at the screen and smiles. As he crawls to lean against the couch, I hear him say, “Hi, Sharon.”

“No, its perfect timing. We were all wrapped up here but we just pulled ourselves free.” There was a pause and Tim chuckled. “Yes, yes, you’re right, Michele was definitely ‘tied’ up for a while there.” He laughed, “Sharon, you know us. Yes, her Mother is here, too.” Mom blushed a deep red that she too was being defined by Tim’s conversation. “No, no, not like Michele. We still only have the one. But I had her pretty well occupied. But you didn’t call to talk about our dirty, little secrets.”

I was giggling at Mom’s reaction. I leaned over to her and whisper, “Mom, it’s okay. You know Sharon from the boutique but you don’t know that we have also played with her and John. Remember John? Her son?”

“Ohhhh …”

“Right, and we have also introduced her to Cody and she was quite taken by him … if you get my drift.”

The conversation with Sharon was short because Tim was putting the phone back on the end table. “Well, that’s settled then. I mentioned that we’ll need to shop for more negligees if I am amending the dress code to allow them for dinner and evenings. I called Sharon earlier and she said she was working on a special event that could work out well for both of us. She was just informing me that she is going to have a special, private invitation fashion show at the boutique. She told me about it earlier when we talked but this was the final details. In two days, Wednesday night. She will close the shop early, 8:00 PM, just for this. I hope you two enjoy it, too.”

He is being somewhat vague so I enquire, “So we will be going, Sir?”

“Oh, yes indeed. It wouldn’t be much of a fashion show without you two. A fashion show needs models and you two will be the models.”

Mom blurted out, “WHAT?!?”

Tim replied, “Were those words confusing in some way?”

I inserted myself and gave Mom a look. To make the point I moved to my knees and sat my ass onto my heels with my knees separated shoulder width. Mom saw the move and followed suit and her responses fell into line. I was quite stunned at how quickly she recovered. “No, Sir. No confusion. I was just surprised. This is happening so fast.”

He moved forward and lifted her chin and gave her a kiss and a smile. Then he did the same for me. He ran a hand over one of my breasts before sitting down, again. “Yes, ladies. I think this will be an interesting exercise for you Mom. Michele has been in a number of situations similar to this before so you can rely on her for guidance and support. For Sharon this is almost ideal. A normal model would be like Michele and older couples might be less impressed by the items because they would be thinking about reality for themselves. They would wonder how it would look at home and not on a young woman. But to have both a young woman and an older woman wearing identical outfits everyone would see how beautiful they look regardless. What makes it ideal is that in this case the ‘older’ woman is still exceedingly beautiful.” Mom was blushing again from the praise. And Tim noticed. “Mom, I am not buttering you up. Okay, I am buttering you up, but I am also telling you the truth. Is it buttering up when it becomes telling someone what should be said more frequently but isn’t said often enough? You are truly a beautiful woman. So from Sharon’s perspective everything is going to look stunning on you, too. And the older couples, those with more discretionary money, will be more apt to purchase.”

I said, “Sir, I heard you say 8:00 PM and this was invitation-only. About how many people will be attending?”

“She has positive replies from twenty people so she expects maybe twenty-five or twenty-six. She is thinking of it going from 8:00 to 10:00 PM but some special requests might have it go a little longer but not much. She thinks about fifteen minutes per outfit with changing, so eight outfits being modelled and you both will be wearing the same thing moving around the room in opposite directions. She has allowed for four selected by guests, two by her and the other two will depend what has not be modelled and there is interest in. Wine will be served and it will be very casual.”

Mom says, “Interesting. My first real foray into truly public exhibitionism. If I hadn’t just been fucked by you, Sir, and still messy, I would say I was getting wet thinking about it.”

“Very good. Getting wet would seem to be a good check that despite what the brain is feeding you, your body is willing and interested. Ladies, my day starts early tomorrow. Can I interest you in bed or are you going to stay up for a while longer?”

He stood up and we got up with him. But Mom had something more. “Tim, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“We’ve been kind of thinking that things are going my way based on the investigator’s information. But what if it doesn’t? I mean, what if he wants to fight and make a big deal out of it and counter with his threat of going public?”

“You mean like calling our bluff? Playing chicken with damaging information? See who blinks first?”

“Yeah, like that. That could be damaging for all of us.”

Tim pulled me into him and then Mom with us. He held us as he thought. “Well, you asked me but this is really as much your decision, but … personally, I would say walk away. We just go on with our life. Then it might depend on what the information is and how it should be used outside the divorce process. We need not worry about that until it happens, but to make the waiting easier … we have a nice house, I have a good, secure job and we’re not extravagant people so we’ll get by. We’ll get by just fine if we walk away. I don’t know for sure, Barb, but it might be that the only way we can really lose is if we get into a nasty fight in the divorce. What are you thinking? Either of you?”

I look at Mom. She asked the question and it seems to still be bothering her. She says, “You are very wise, Tim, Sir. In case I haven’t told you in the last few minutes, I hope you know how very much I love you and trust your guidance.”

I add, “I feel the same way about both of you. We are so lucky, aren’t we? No matter which way the negotiation goes, we still have what we setup yesterday for our future and that is independent of those processes. That is so comforting to me. I hope it is to you, also, Mom.”

“It is honey. And, yes, I think I will being going to bed, too.”

Early Wednesday afternoon and Mom had not heard anything from the attorney. But, we had the fashion show tonight and we were determined to be ready so we went to get our hair and nails done up professionally. On Mom’s credit card that was still being paid off by dad. We stopped on the way home at a Thai restaurant and got take-out for dinner. We got home and organized the meal and the dining table, changed into appropriate dinner dress and were back in the kitchen when Tim arrived home. And he is early. Mom and I were wearing negligees from my honeymoon. When Tim saw us, he smiled and approved. “I like it. Just a hint of mystery. What do you ladies think?”

I replied, “We like it, too, Sir. If you are ready to eat, we cheated and stopped for take-out. We wanted to get ourselves ready for the show tonight.”

“And you look beautiful. But for a beautician to take money working on you two is stealing.”

Mom said to me, “You’d think he was dating us with such talk.”

“I am sorry but we are in a bit of rush. I called the attorney and he said he was about to call. They had their meeting Monday night and a follow-up meeting this morning and it lasted most of the morning. He would like a meeting tonight.”

Mom said, “Everything will be fine in the refrigerator. We can get changed and go now if you want and grab something along the way to munch on.”

“Let’s do this, you two get changed and I will call him and ask if he can have some salads delivered. That will give us some time to hear his report and talk about options and next steps.”

We came back out and Tim put his hand on my back and stopped us. “Bra and panties? Both of you?”
I responded, “Sir, meeting with the attorney about Mom’s divorce it seemed funny to be without them.”

He thought and looked at us. “I suppose it would.” I thought we were off the hook, then, “Leave the bras on, the sundresses aren’t very supportive. But drop the panties. Both of you.” Standing in the doorway we both raised our dresses to our waist and stripped off our panties and flipped them onto the entry table. I hope we remember them before someone else comes through this door and sees them. That would be an interesting explanation.

On the way to the attorney’s office we had time to talk about the other thing that had suddenly occupied us and was presenting new options, exciting options. Tim brought us up to date on the discussions on that front and indicated that his discussions with Joe were going really well. There were no legal issues with the property which was just good practice to perform the appropriate searches. There were still some issues to work out. He wasn’t quite sure how the financials would work out but it looked like the savings from not owning our present property and other financial leverage we could bring to bear, there was good equity to apply. We might be more strapped than we were used to, especially depending on Tim’s job status from this change, but this was too good to pass up for our new family structure. He also had the discussion with Mr. R coming and that could be difficult. But that was jumping ahead of ourselves. First we needed to meet with Nikki and Joe, finalize our decision and then talk to Mr. R. Tim had options, good options and as he says it is advantageous to be able to be in negotiation when you have several viable options. So much going on. But, first things first. And that is Mom.

At the attorney’s office he has a variety of salads and bottled water and we gather around the conference table. He has an assistant next to him with a stack of papers and files. I apologize to her for keeping her late. She says it is normal to have these meeting. At least this time she gets to eat at a reasonable time. Everyone laughs, understanding the demands of time in business. We all start on our salads as the attorney begins a quick review with his assistant feeding him papers for reference.

He gets right to the point. Looking at Mom, “As I told your son-in-law earlier, we had the first meeting Monday night with both your husband and his attorney. Let me tell you that we have been opposite this attorney before and he is a real piece of work. He will do anything nasty and dirty he needs to in order to win a case. And divorce cases can be some of the nastiest. But after your investigator laid out what he had found and the depth of our evidence, even the attorney was shocked. They of course tried to downplay it but more and more evidence, affidavits from witnesses willing to testify, video surveillance, and copies of records and internet postings, they finally gave up totally. Now, that took about two hours of hitting them with more and more but they did finally come to reason and just shut up. They knew that we would have a proposal in mind and suggested one quickly after a short huddle. It was perhaps a fair and equitable settlement for a normal divorce that is not being contested. Frankly, I just laughed. It surprised me, really, because I am not known for theatrics but I wanted them to understand that we weren’t idiots and I even insinuated that you were very upset. I came right out and said that Tim was wanting to call in the marines but that you told him to wait.”

Mom said, “That was bold. I was ready to curl into a fetal position somewhere and let life pass me by. Tim was the strength of reason and ordered planning.”

“I know that. I talked to both of you, but they didn’t know that. And certainly he had to know that threatening you would also threaten your daughter and that would get Tim ready to strike. At any rate, it worked. I gave them my initial proposal which was ridiculous based on what you indicated. I told them we would take all liquid assets, the house, the property he bought for future development, AND $20k per month alimony plus court and lawyer fees. We had his total net worth and it would bust him.”

“I don’t think I want that, even now.”

“I know that, but they were nearly in cardiac arrest at this point which is exactly where they needed to be. They asked for time to evaluate our proposal. They came back this morning and we went back and forth for most of the morning but it was over details. They were desperate to come away with something of a win.”

Tim had a note pad out and asked, “So, where did you end up today?”

“When we walked out this morning …” his assistant slid a sheet to him “… the house in town here; his car (he takes yours which is a year older and smaller); the property he bought for development …”

Mom interrupted, “What property? I don’t know anything about other property.”

“Well, it was purchase with fund from his assets. That makes it fair game. It is a hundred acres of prime land in an area to the southeast of the city and only a couple miles from the interstate. Prime for anyone wanting to be out of the city but close enough to get into the city on an easy commute. We referenced it to a land agent and it is worth a minor fortune already.”

“Sorry, I interrupted.”

“Not at all, this is your case and life. Okay, where was I? House, car, property. Then 75% of all financial assets he currently held (stocks, bonds, 401’s, you name it); $15k per month alimony; all legal expense which would include the investigator. That is roughly the extent of his damage.”

Tim had taken notes and Mom was looking shell shocked and it showed. So Tim stepped in. “What do you suggest is our next step?”

“Let them stew in this mess for just a few days. They will wonder what else could be coming. But not too long. Right now …” his assistant opened a calendar inside the file “… the court date is set for about two weeks. If it is uncontested at that hearing, you are divorced. If it has to be rescheduled, it could easily be several months just to get back onto the court calendar. So, your next steps are to decide what you want to do here, make the decision and we get it formally presented to them for agreement and we can take that to the court hearing and it is done.”

Tim had a follow-up, “You’ve seen the financials, and we haven’t. What’s a trap and what’s an easy win?”

“Excellent question.” He smiled almost devilishly, “If you are not going to take everything listed here, the house is bad. It is heavily mortgaged, it would just be a burden unless you need a place to live but it would be too big and expense to manage, anyway. The car is another. It would really hurt him if that is what you want, but it is expensive to maintain and keep up. It’s just an ego car.” He stopped and thought. “What you really do want is the property. You could sell it for a huge value in the next hour. It is that good. Of course the financial assets. They can be immediately transferred to an account you setup without much fuss and even a lesser percentage if you were that generous would be good value. Then the alimony. We settled on $15k so I am sure he believes he can handle that. And with his income, I would agree. It is possible we didn’t find all his debts, but he moved it down from $20k to $15k so that would seem solid.”

Mom had recovered. “Thank you very much. I appreciate your help so much. Tim, honey, does this gives the information we need to discuss this?”

“Yes, Mom, it does.”

“Wonderful, again, thank you. This is such a relief to know I won’t be without anything to live on.”

Down in the lobby Mom stopped and looked at Tim who stopped and waited. She asked, “So now to Sharon’s to be shown off to a bunch of strangers?”

“Barb, no matter what would happen with these proceedings, our life was going to continue as we intended it. I know there is emotion attached to it, but we don’t want it dictating our response to life do we?”

“No, you’re right, Tim. Let’s go. I still can’t quite believe that our new life has already gotten me into a situation where I will be exposed, casually, in front of two dozen strangers. You guys are so exciting. Even if I die of embarrassment, I will love it.”

I hug her to me as we head out the door, “Trust me on this because I have been through it over time. You might feel like you’ll die of embarrassment, but you won’t. And if the mother is anything like the daughter, you’ll be so wet from the experience. Every time I am put into these situations, I still feel that same panic. But also every time I get to the point that I am afraid people will be able to see my juices going down my legs.”

Tim checked his watched, “Ladies, we need to hustle. Sharon wants us there a half hour early so you can be familiar with the layout of the shop and the items she will start you with. I am so looking forward to this …”

I said, “Of course YOU are.”

“No, not to see you. I see you two naked all the time and I love it. Tonight, it is seeing other people seeing you. Watching their reactions and seeing your reactions. This is still a pretty safe environment, very controlled. It will, however, help establish how we might move forward in other settings.”

Mom said, “Oh, let me get through this one first before you plan the next one.”


Sharon must have been waiting because as we approached the door to the boutique she was opening it for us. She hugged me, then Tim and then put her hands out to Mom. “You’ve been here before, Barb, but not as much as these guys but would it be okay for me to hug you, too?”

Mom just opened her arms, “I would love it, Sharon. They speak so fondly of you and your son. I hope I have the opportunity to experience that, also. Tonight is going to be such a thrill. I have never done anything like this before.”

“Well, I haven’t done anything like this, either. So I am really glad you two are going to it.” We all shared the laugh.

“Well, I for one would love to see her strutting around here exposed to her clients. She’s certainly seen most of the female clients in the past.” Her son, John, walked up and gave everyone a hug but stopping at Mom. Mom held her arms out to him and he came right in.

Sharon said, “Enough, John. Let the poor woman breath. Ladies, let me walk you through what I had in mind.” And with that she took us all business like around the shop along the path she had created by rearranging clothes racks. We ended at the back of the shop. The place I have often been seen totally naked as other clients wander past. I got a distinct tingle as I anticipated the evening and the certainty that Mom would be feeling the same way. She confirmed that the clientele she had invited were both young and ‘mature’. Most would be couples but there would be a few women and men by themselves. The windows were already covered and once the evening got started the door would be locked to control who was present and to stay out of trouble with the law. They would be having a wine bar at the front of the store and they did not have a liquor license, but then again they weren’t selling the wine. She also confirmed that we would have identical outfits including color. She was convinced that seeing the outfits on a young and a ‘mature’ body would be dramatic. Mom was again reinforced that in our case both bodies were beautiful. We would be wearing our high heels with every outfit. She suggested that the first couple outfits we go around the room in opposite directions and she would gage the effect. She might change it and have us go together in the same direction on occasion.

People were now arriving and John was handling the door with Tim’s assistance. They checked invitations and I saw them turn one person away with an apology but that this night was a private affair. As the shop filled up with people, I began getting a bit nervous myself. I reached out for Mom’s hand and squeezed it. She returned the squeeze. Sharon saw and hugged us both, “Thank you, both of you. This means so much to me. This could be a really big night for us with your help.” She happened to hold both of our left hands. When she brought them to her lips, she noticed the rings. “You are both wearing the same simple gold ring. How interesting. Is there a story I need to know?”

I look to Mom and then to Tim at the door, “I will later, Sharon. It looks like you have a show to get going.”

Sharon looked at me intently but left to greet her guests, Mom asked, “You’ll tell her later? How is that going to go?”

“Mom, she is in a relationship with her son. I think she can handle this.”

We started getting undressed to put on the first outfit. We heard Sharon, “Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming tonight. I see you all have found the wine bar, good. As you are all aware by the invitation, this is a private showing for this group. The door will be locked for our safety and security. If for any reason you need or want to leave before the end, I hope not” and there was a good natured chuckle from everyone “the door will be opened immediately for you. John will be available to handle any purchases you are moved to make during the show and the articles will be put aside for you in the desired size. I hope you enjoy this unique chance to see some of our offerings. I am especially fortunate to have two lovely women who have volunteered to model for us tonight. They are not professionals. Instead they are a mother and daughter pair which I think is a unique opportunity to see erotic outfit on both a young and mature body.”

Mom and I had both been undressing during this introduction, very much aware that we were visible to the group. As we pulled out dresses over our heads, several closer to us noted that we were without panties. As we unclipped out bras and slid the straps off our shoulders, I noticed an older woman and man watching Mom intently. We then slipped on the stockings Sharon provided and slipped into our heels. The first outfit was a short white nightie that tied with a bow just below the breast. It otherwise hung open and came to just past our ass cheeks in back. In front we were quite exposed. Sharon also had various jewelry available and we chose pearls to continue the matching. I looked at her and kissed her on the lips. “You are beautiful, Mom. You are almost shining. I am so excited that we are doing this together.”

We turned as Sharon was finishing. The woman who had been watching stepped to us and asked, “Are you two really mother and daughter?”

I smiled at Mom and squeezed her hand, “Yes. Indeed we are. We are VERY close.” And I smiled meaningfully at her.

She returned the smile, “I envy you, then.”

And just then Sharon was saying, “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present our models, Michele and Barb.” I squeezed Mom’s hand again and we walked out into the group, each going a different direction. We were stopped repeatedly as the people wished us to turn or to examine some part of the gown. One older gentlemen asked about the bow holding it together and his wife undid it saying, “Oh, it really is just a bow you tie.” But in that moment I was made even more exposed. Funny how wearing a sheer gown can seem to be covering when suddenly it isn’t there. When I passed Mom, she was deeply blushed but smiling widely. Tim caught my eye and blew me a kiss with a smile. I returned it. This was so hot. I have been naked with strangers before, even on stage with a dog. But this seemed so intimate and personal. And this was only the first outfit.

Back at the changing area I found Mom already taking that gown off and selecting the next one. When I walked up, I grabbed my arm and pulled me to her. “Michele, I almost came out there. That man on the right side, about 60, with the young woman on his arm? He wanted to examine the elastic of the stocking. He slipped a finger across my lips. I nearly did cum just from a touch. I can’t believe how excited my body and mind are.”

“I told you. Exhibitionism is an amazing turn-on as long as it is safe. That’s where Tim’s control of the situation comes in. Did you see Tim?”

“Oh, yes. He started moving on the guy but I put my hand up to stop him and he stayed back, unnoticed by the guy. He was right there for me, Michele. Just like you and he said he would be.”

The next gown was a floor length. Also in white to match our stockings and heels. So the pearls stayed, also. This was already my favorite. It was again tied just below the breast but when it hung down, it was closed. It felt elegant but was virtually sheer. When I put my right leg out to adjust the stocking, it fell away and completely exposed the leg and the right side of my stomach. It was an amazing gown and I wanted one. As I started walking, it opened in front and my pussy was frequently exposed. But as I took several steps in succession, it began trailing behind me which completely exposed me. This was amazing and the guests were just as taken by it. I was constantly stopped to hold still so they could see it close, then to turn, spin and walk and walk back to them. It took twice as long to make it around the room this time. And as I was approaching Mom the effect before me was absolutely stunning on her and I could only hope I looked as good in it as she did. And on a whim as we came to each other, I took her hand and leaned back and started to turn. She duplicated my action and we turned around among the people, the gowns dropping behind us and to the side as we turned. When I stopped and pulled her to me and we hugged, beaming faces looking over each other’s shoulders, the room erupted in applause. Applause!

Sharon came to us and took a hand of each and held them high over her head and ours. She slowly turned us around to the crowd. She said just loudly enough for us to hear, “That was simply amazing. The gowns are amazing and on you both they are stunning. Then we you turned as though in a dance it was like watching lovers and that made the stunning look ever more erotic. Notice that about half of the people are with John? They are all putting in orders for this gown. Thank you. You made the evening right there.”

That was followed by a couple more variations of the standard baby doll negligee. One with feathery edges that I just felt silly in. Then came a fishnet body suit in black. It was wide fishnet which didn’t provide any covering. Our nipples stuck out through the material. The crotch was missing and instead was open. The back dropped all the way to the butt crack. We changed to our black high heels and made our way around. There had been more wine consumed and there was now a little more touching. I looked up and saw Tim watching closely. I shook my head indicating him to stay back. Mom was apparently indicating the same because I saw him check her and then relax.

Next was a white basque but these didn’t have any bra. It came up to the bottom of the breast which was left exposed. The bottom stopped at the hips. It included garter straps and we attached them to the stay up stocking we wore. There wasn’t even the illusion of fishnet this time but the basque itself drew some of the visual attention to the lacing of the stiff fabric.

The last item didn’t appear to be there. There was no last item. We took off the basque and looked for Sharon. I spotted her in the middle of the store watching. When we made eye contact, she just smiled. Mom asked, “Do you see the last item? I don’t understand.”

I touched her arm and indicated Sharon. She was smiling and nodding to us. “I think she intends that this is our last outfit. Stockings and heels.” I turned and looked at the costume jewelry and indicated long pearls to Mom. She nodded and we wrapped them around our waist and knotted them in front so they hung down in front as though pointing to our pussies. “If we are going to be obvious, we might as well be very obvious.” I then reached out and pinch her nipples. Mom looked down and saw them harden but also change by the blood rushing to the pinched area. She did the same to me, leaned into me and kissed me on the lips in front of everyone. We then walked out into the crowd for the final time. When we came together in the center, I stopped her, took her into my arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. I moved my hands to the sides of her face and we kissed like it meant the world to us. When we broke, I looked around at our quiet audience. Sharon came to us and hugged us. As the crowd began clapping, again, Sharon said to us, “My god, ladies! You are so hot, made hotter by the fact that you are mother/daughter. Thank you, you won’t believe the sales from tonight. I owe you big time and not just some outfits.” With that she slipped her hands between our legs and looking from one of us to the other, she slipped a finger inside. Mom and I both just smiled to her and kissed a cheek in unison.

On the way home Tim was telling us how amazing we were, how much he was in love with us, how proud he was, especially how Mom had handled it. We were again in the back seat and weren’t hearing much of anything he was saying. We were still naked, in each other’s arms. Well, yes, but our faces were also between each other’s legs and we were lost in a delightful 69. So delightful that we didn’t separate until after Tim had the car in the garage and he opened one of the doors. I came out from between Mom’s legs, my face smeared with her juices. I took her hand and led her out of the car and into the house. I opened the hall closet on the way, took out the old blanket and led her to the family room. I put the blanket down, put her onto her hands and knees, went to the sliding door and came back with Cody. Once he was on top of her, I knelt down next to her and wiggled my ass. Tim was naked in a flash and kneeling behind me.

The two pussies of the house were again filled by the two cocks of the house. All was as it should be. Again. And in that thought I glanced to Mom and Cody and for the first time I noticed on his collar where his tags are clipped … a single gold ring also clipped there. I looked over my shoulder at Tim. He saw and smiled and pumped in harder. Perfect. He even included Cody in the circle. Perfect. And it was perfect. The four of us side-by-side. Cocks in pussies, all being deliciously fucked.

* * * CHAPTER 19A: STARTING A NEW LIFE—AGAIN! will follow * * * Thanks for reading.