Can't aford to get in her debt, go commando.

"I'll go like that, thanks for the dress." I reply.

She seems pissed I didn't take the offer.

"You got guts, only a total whore would go commando wearing that." She replies.

We exit the room.

"Oh my god Laurie, look at what you are wearing." She yells, as I freeze in anticipation of a lecture on slutty outfits or shredding a perfectly good t-shirt. " It's beautiful! Jessica you are a genious! And you only used a t-shirt ?"

Of course my mom loves the outfit.

I have trouble both keeping balance and stretching the outfit for cover but I manage it about half the time. Keeping my pussy out of sight meens I can’t think of my ass on close to full display.

After paying for the shoes, my mom drags me by the hand towards the Egg Palace for a late brunch.

With each step, made wide and awkard by the strange hell-less shoes, I fell air on my open pussy and my exposed asshole.

Our usual waitress Cyndy is a college girl working week end to pay for tuition and used to babysit me when I was younger.

"Still baring it all Cutie Butt! " She tells me coping a feel of my exposed butt.

I hate this nickname, she gave it to me when as a child I once wore pajamas with an ass flap and the buttons broke.

She made me wear it for weeks or sometimes insusted I didn't get dressed after my bath, to keep my sleepwear clean before going to bed.

She sits us on a table in the center of the room. The chairs have holes in the back and I'm sure that anyone getting in behind me can get a great view of my exposed asshole.

"Laurie we have to talk!" Says my mom. "Your attitude towards clothes is becoming an issue. You cover your beautiful body in baggy clothes and spend fortunes in more classy clothes that your never wear. You seem ashamed of your body and I don't want that for my daughter."

"But mom everyone could see my pussy in that t-shirt !" I say to her. " and now it covers even less."

Not wanting to insist after her previous threats, I eat my omelette in silence.

She borrows Cindy's smartphone to call a locksmith. After a short call she hangs up.

"He can't come until 4 pm, we'll have to occupy some of our afternoon before going home." She tells me.