Mommy's Little Secret

Eva somehow managed to bring the scissors lift back down again next to Michelle but her mother’s clothing had jammed the extenders, preventing the lift from coming all of the way down. “Close enough. I can slide down the rest of the way” she thought.

Michelle stood rooted to floor in utter shock. Mouth agape, slightly bent at the waist, arms extended for balance. Nearly naked in heels, black stockings and an over stuffed girdle, she tried to process what just happened. Her clothes were gone, her dignity was gone, her wig was gone.

A WIG!!??? GONE!!!! Pulled off with her clothes. Gone.

“My clothes my hair, my, my...my personality!!” she bawled.

A wig!!?? Every one around doubled over in laughter. Both Megan AND Eva were flabbergasted. Gob smacked. Stunned. Too amazed to even laugh. So, mommy had her little secrets too, eh?

Once she realized what had happened, Michelle felt the top of her head, running her hands over the many tiny pink curlers which held her own lackluster, thinning hair in place and allowed the wig to seat properly.

“NNOOOOOOOO!!!”

Exposed now, she didn't know what to do. She instinctively leaned forward at the at the waist, pigeon toed, meaty thighs and knees **** together, one arm across her boobs, one hand over her vage. The classic pose. Hands back to her hair, then one leg and knee up to hide her nether regions, a hand over her boobs again, the other over her stern. Up, down, all over. Head, ass, boobs, pussy. Hands flailing about in a blur, trying to cover every indignity at once. A few cell phones shot up into the air

At the same time, Eva was attempting to get down off the lift platform. “Damn. This stupid machine stopped too far off the ground.” she cursed. “OK, I can just go feet first and slide down on my belly and reach the floor. Most everyone is distracted.” she reasoned. “Now’s my chance. Thanks mom. For nuth’n.” she snarled over to her mother, still in the throes of her tasteless “entertainment.”

Quickly, she rolled on to her stomach, feet first, squirming her way to the edge, trying to touch the carpeted floor. God, she could just feel the smutty attention she was getting, the stares of both sexes caressing and fondling her partly clad, semi nude body in the remnants of her ripped blouse and pants.

“Keep going. Almost there.” she thought.

And then...nothing. Try again. Nothing. ”Uhh, What? Shit. Uhh” she mouthed. Her bra and the waistband of her panties were caught on the uneven platform surface and edge. With just her legs and butt dangling over the edge, she started struggling to try and free herself.