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MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 4 free porn video
CHAPTER 4: EXHIBITIONIST SHOPPING
After that night when mother expressed her desire to submit to the same conditions of sexuality that I had and to do so to Tim, it caused a lot of discussion. We were understandably concerned. I mean, really, she was my mother! So all of the sudden we would start treating her the same way I was? Really? I’m still young and spent several years with Tim growing into this stage of commitment. Mother, I’m not sure. Tim wasn’t so sure there was anything for us to question. Sure, he would say that, he gets to use her. No, I know that isn’t fair. Tim is the best person to commit to because he truly does care and desires for my safety while exposing me to each new erotic opportunity. Mom and I could always talk things out openly and honestly. So I just called her for good girl-to-girl talk and get my concerns out and let her reassure me or find out that my concerns were legitimate.
We talked and she did convince me that there was nothing to worry about. She and dad had spent the necessary time reassuring themselves that this was the right direction for her and them to go. So, I said the only thing I could think of at the moment, “Okay, mom, so welcome to Tim’s slut harem. If my experiences are any judge, you’re in for some great times.”
Several days later Tim got a call from my dad which was a bit unusual. Although my dad liked Tim a lot, the communication between us usually went through me. This time he made it clear he wanted to talk to Tim. I watched Tim as we were sitting at the kitchen table finishing up a late dinner. Tim was fairly quiet and it was clear that dad was suggesting something for Tim to consider. Tim mostly just nodded to himself and making one or two word responses which gave no insight into the conversation. When he got off the phone, I asked, “What was that all about?”
“Seems he is part of a group that regularly gets together and plays poker. Not any meaningful money involved, just the guys getting together kind of thing. But given the new developments around here, he started thinking about changing it up. He discretely checked around with the guys and eliminated a few and invited the others to a card game at his place but with a twist. One of the issues was that he would like a few more guys. He wondered if I wanted to come and if I knew of two more guys who would enjoy some discrete fun.”
“Discrete fun? That sounds ominous. Is it?”
“Yes, it is. But not just you, your mom, too.”
“Oh my, that will be interesting. So, what’s the plan?”
“He is going to get the card game set up, drinks, food, etc. He wants me to provide the ‘service’ personnel. I said I could take care of that. The game is Saturday night.”
“Mom and I? Together ‘serving’ how many guys?”
“He thought it was going to be about eight guys. I think we should check out that intimate wear boutique Mr. Rodriguez suggested we use and pick out some attire for the both of you. I was thinking you two would be wearing the same outfits.”
“Wearing. And how much will we be wearing to start out?”
“Yeah, you’re right, not really very much. I’m thinking thigh high stockings, high heels, a lace choker, maybe a long string of fake pearls that fall between your breasts. Maybe all white.”
“Sounds interesting. So, I’m guessing the boutique will be an opportunity for exhibitionism?”
“You know me too well, dear. Yes. Your mom should find it a real experience. So, Friday right after work pick up your mom and you can change here for shopping and dinner.”
“Change here?”
“Yes, I want your mom wearing one of your tank top dresses with the large arm holes and barely covers your very cute butt.”
“Mom’s never done anything like this in public.”
“Exactly.”
So Friday night Tim arrived home and found mom and I in the bedroom getting ready. Both of us naked. Tim just whistled from the door. “Jeez, wish I could take the two of you just like that.”
Mom responded, “Luckily, you can’t without someone getting arrested.”
Tim hurried us along. So we left wearing not much of a dress and high heels. No underwear, of course.
The boutique turned out to be in a small strip mall. I was afraid it was going to be in one of the large malls and we would be sharing our wonders to all the shoppers and possibly harassed by mall security. I was relieved. I’m sure mom was, too.
The sign on the door said they were closed. I giggled and suggested calling first next time. Just then the door opened. He said, “I did. They’re open just for us. Mr. Rodriguez has pull apparently.”
The young man said, “Hi, you must be Tim? And you’re Michele?”
Tim responded, “Yes, thank you for see us. This other vision of womanhood is my mother-in-law, Barb.”
“Welcome. Sharon, the owner is in back but will be right out. I told her you had arrived.”
A moment later a woman of about fifty-five strode through the racks of clothes and walked right up to Tim and gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. She repeated that with each of us. Then she stepped back and looked at mom and me. “My, I like those outfits. Very erotic. I bet lots of people get a good look at you if you’re not very careful. Where in the world did you find them?”
Tim responded, “They’re not really dresses, Michele just came up with the belt idea to give the illusion. The first time we tried it was on an island for our honeymoon. It’s just a very long tank top meant for a cover-up for the beach.”
“Really. I think I might try developing a line of these but really as dresses. Michele, do you think we could meet some time and talk about that idea? Different material, patterns, lengths? I think it could sell for the right woman. And you two are definitely the right type of women.”
“That sounds like fun. I’d love to.”
Tim said, “Thanks for meeting us Sharon. The ladies have a special engagement tomorrow night, last minute kind of thing. And they will need some matching attire for the evening. I want them looking the same. After-all, mother and daughter.”
“What were you thinking, then?” She was discussing this with Tim like we had no say in it. Of course, we didn’t but I wondered how she realized that.
“Simple, really. It can’t get in the way of the evenings activities. I was thinking all white: High heels, thigh high stockings, a lace choker, and maybe a string of long, fake pearls.”
“My, this sounds interesting.” Now she looks at mom and me. Very appraisingly, up and down. And smiles. Wickedly, I almost think. “If I may ask, what kind of event is this? Not that it matters. It’s your business, but you have me very curious.”
Tim replied, “No problem, Sharon. Michele’s dad, Barb’s husband, has a poker game planned for tomorrow night. I think there will be eight of us there. The ladies will be serving drinks and snacks during the game. Of course, later, they will be very much UN-lady like.”
“Delicious. I love it. Can I ask if they’re your …?”
“No, not slaves. That’s too far. But both have submitted to being sluts for me. It might be a fine line, but we feel it is an important line. It’s about fun and expansion of boundaries, not about abuse or true humiliation. Does that make sense?”
“So much I am getting wet myself. I’d love to talk to you guys more. Maybe come to my place sometime for dinner and drinks?”
Tim looked at me and I nodded. I looked at mom and she shyly smiled. I liked this woman already. Tim responded, “From the looks of it, we’d love it. But right now let’s not hold you up more than we need to tonight. Can you help us?”
“I can do more than that. I can give you some options. I like to think we’re the best ‘intimate apparel’ store in the city. Come this way.” She led us into the store with the young man following us. I had forgotten about him. She turned to the young man, “John, did you lock the door after them?”
“Yes, mom, I did.”
I reacted to him calling her ‘mom’. She said, “Yes, this young, handsome man is my only c***d, John. He’s been a dear to me, so supportive since my husband died from a long illness. It was devastating to me. Thank god, John was there for me. I couldn’t run this place without him.”
She led us to the rear of the store. “Ladies, strip. I know it won’t take much.”
Mom’s mouth opened and she looked at John. Sharon just chuckled. “Ladies, John is going to help here. Now, strip.”
I had already kicked my shoes off and removed the belt. Then I grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it over my head. I took some pleasure that John looked me over approvingly. Mom reluctantly followed suit. Tim added, “Better get used to it, mom. You’re mine now.”
Mom blushed at Tim’s words and John standing next to her and appraising her now naked body. He smiled at his mom and went off in search of something. He came back with several pairs of stockings and handed them to Sharon.
She explained to Tim. “They really do look like mother and daughter. Seeing them together like that is going to look so hot. Don’t you think so, John?”
“Absolutely. They look really hot, right now.”
Mom was blushing profusely at the comments and attention. I might have a little, too.
Tim wanted to get this going, again, “I know this isn’t a big purchase but we are just needing a few things for tomorrow night. What do you suggest?”
“Well, Tim, I like your idea for them. Given the occasion, there is no reason for subtlety. Everyone knows what is going to happen from the sounds of it, so they should be available from the start. I don’t imagine there is really much intent on much card playing, just a prelude for getting everyone a few drinks into them and getting everyone in the right frame of mind.”
“You’ve pretty well got it pegged.”
“The stockings can either end roughly mid-thigh or all the way up. Personally, I like all the way up. It frames the ass from the back and the pussy from the front. The sharp contrast brings the eye right to the spot you want it. There is nothing discrete or subtle about this exhibitionism. It is open and bold. Only a strong woman used to being publicly exposed is truly casual in this situation among strangers. The costumes will be very blatant. Your ladies should feel in anticipation when they see themselves in the mirror as they are getting ready. I love the idea.” She looked right at mom and then me, “I am actually a little envious of you. I’ve done a lot of things, but never had the chance to do some of the things you ladies are involved in.”
Tim asked, “And what have you heard and from whom?”
“Oh, sorry, I let too much slip out. Okay, Mr. Rodriguez called to let me know of the gift he provided to you for the use of my shop and that he would cover all expenses. Along the way in our conversation he gave me just some highlights of your visit to his estate.”
“I would like to discuss Mr. Rodriguez more at some point. He has made a proposal to us and I would feel more comfortable if I understood him more. Perhaps if we got together later?”
“I will try. He is a very considerate and sincere man. Did he tell you his former wife was from here? Give me a call and we can meet. I would like that. I think John would, too.”
I was getting the sense there was more to Sharon and John then just mother and son keeping the shop going. Maybe it was just the turn my own relationship with my parents had taken that was making me see things that weren’t really there.
The chokers that John brought out were beautiful. Fine lace and seemingly delicate and fitted securely to necks. Sharon glanced at Tim, seemed to make a decision and instructed John to bring the tags. John returned with a shallow hinged box and a big smile on his face. Sharon held the box in front of Tim and opened the top. Inside I could just see rows of tags with loops that could be used to attach them. Tim started looking at a few of them, stopped, and looked up at Sharon’s face inquiringly. She nodded and Tim smiled and was thinking. I could see it. He was working through a decision. Finally, he took two out and looked at the two of us. He handed one to each of us. I looked at mine, it had but one word, “Slut”. No comment from him, no question for us to approve, no expectation that we might approve or not.
Tim simply asked about the shoes. Sharon said they didn’t carry the shoes but they worked closely with a store nearby. She said she would make a call and we should work with Mike. He would transfer the expense to her store and it would be put on our account. Tim thanked her and we were leaving when she stopped us at the door. “I would love to be there to see his face. These little dresses aren’t going to hide anything as he fits the shoes. He may not charge me.” She laughed, shaking her head and wishing us luck.
At the shoe store, Tim asked for Mike. He came up to us and smiled. “Sharon told me you would be coming and I would enjoy it. She also told me to bill her shop so there won’t be any issues about that. Now what can I do for you. He was talking only to Tim but looking us up and down. Sharon must have warned him of the situation. He didn’t seemed fazed in the least in talking to Tim about items for us.
Tim explained the shoes he was thinking of: white first of all, high heeled but didn’t know how high in inches, open toe and strap in back. He guessed our sizes and asked us to have seats next to each other. Tim moved me to the chair directly opposite mom. I saw what he was doing. He wanted us to see just how exposed the other was and, therefore, how exposed we were.
Mike came out with a stack of shoe boxes, paused looking at our seating arrangement, looked at Tim and mumbled, “I guess Sharon was right.” That made me blush. Sharon apparently described us to him as submissive to Tim. Even if it’s true it takes getting used to being described that way to people you don’t know. I may have blushed but my other reaction was a warming down in my pussy. Then a panic set in. If I get too excited that would cause me to moisten and perhaps open if my position allowed it. But stupid me, that only increased the sensations.
And my luck he came to me, first. As I sat there with him in front of me, I looked over to mom who was quite nervous about all this. But what really hit me was seeing that sitting as lady-like as I would only expect my mom to, I could clearly see her pussy. The dresses were so short that they only came to a level of cover if you were looking down as it would appear if I looked down at myself. Looking across at her I couldn’t clearly see her pussy because it was in shadow and her thighs were tightly together, but the natural ‘V’ showed me what was really there. Now I really blushed. Funny how your mind creates a reaction before anything actually happens but I knew he was seeing the same thing looking at me as I was seeing looking at mom.
As he was kneeling in front of me, he took my left foot in his hand and raised it maybe a foot and slipped my shoe off. Then he did the same to my right foot. At first I didn’t realize until I noticed the look on mom’s face. I looked down and saw that when he replaced each foot he moved me ever so slightly so my knees were now a little further apart. From the look on mom’s face I knew for sure I was now fully exposed to him. And I turned a deeper shade of red. And, worse, I felt more warmth spreading through my pussy. How can I be so embarrassed AND thrilled at the exact same moment? Then the thought that went through my mind before I could stop it was how I was going to ravage Tim, or Cody, when we got home. Yeah, pretty stupid, again. Wham. It was like my pussy was screaming at me now for attention. Now, it was like it had mind of its own and it wanted satisfaction. You know how stories describe your pussy gives off a scent, yeah, well, I should just stop thinking. That was the next thought that went through my mind, I was sure he could smell me. True or not didn’t matter anymore. I looked up at Tim behind mom, pleading in my eyes. He saw it in my eyes and my face, the way my mouth was screwed up and tight, the deep blush through my face and across my chest exposed by the flimsy dress. My nipples were at full firmness and pushing right through the material. What? I looked down and of course they weren’t but I was now convinced my whole body was conspiring against me. Stop! Stop thinking, count the tiles in the ceiling. But then I realized my breathing was close too rapid, ragged and flushed. God, no, not here, not now, not in front of him, not in front of my mom. “Shit!” It was the only thing to come out of my mouth but was followed by long gasping, moaning sounds, almost whispered. Then my mind asked me almost clinically, ‘Anyone else in the store?’ Who the fuck cares, anymore! Yes, I came right in front of them. Not touched by anyone. Just left to my own thoughts and imagination.
I was holding the chair arm rests so tight my fingers were white from the pressure. I looked into the guy’s face and didn’t know what I saw. Confusion, amazement, awe, wonder, who knows what else. I looked at mom and Tim and I ran out the door. I was walking down the sidewalk along the stores when Tim caught up to me. Mom was standing outside the door. I crushed myself into Tim and threw my arms around his neck and gasped out into his shoulder. Not really crying but I couldn’t control my breathing or my mind. Tim being who he is, just held me tight and stroke my back and whisper his love for me. My stupid mind, again. I sensed people behind us going about their business until they saw us. I knew then that with my arms up and around Tim’s neck that the hem of my dress was up high enough to expose a generous amount of my bare ass. Probably clear that I wasn’t even wearing a thong. What a slut, I thought. And with that thought I pulled my face back and looked into his, examining his eyes, his mouth, the furrow of concern above his eye brows. I sighed and smiled and said, “Do you know just how much I love you?” And I kissed him passionately, deeply, with tongue. When I broke the kiss and hugged him again, I looked behind us, saw mom watching and gave her a wave and smile. I could see her concern melt away and came and joined us in a three-way hug.
I only recall Tim saying something to the guy about matching shoe sizes to our other shoes and we were on way. Tim asked if we were interested in dinner. I laughed and said I was interested in some wine, if that meant dinner, fine. That made everyone laugh and achieve a more relaxed attitude after the tension of my running out.
Tim took us to a place that had good wine and light food, a lot of salads and fish. The wine came first, thank god. Tim and mom probed a little to get me started in divulging what actually happened. They saw the result but not the cause. We laughed so hard we were a little concerned someone might object but others only seemed to seee us as having a good time. We needed that, and I really needed it, and I needed to get it out. I was becoming so sexual in my attitudes and reactions. Tim needed to understand that and beware of my reactions and how they were changing. Wonderfully, but changing none-the-less.
* * * CHAPTER 5: DAD'S CARD PARTY - OR NOT, AND WHEN A SUBMISSIVE ISN'T will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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