Nah

There can't be a wrong way to put on a nighty, can there?

In the living room, you find Rebeccah's mother setting down two big mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows floating on top. You blush because you have a clear view of her cleavage as she bends over, her breasts practically spilling out of her black lacy bra.

"Have some hot chocolate, sweet boy," She says, showing her dimples and pushing one of the mugs toward you, then watch as she swishes out of the room to the kitchen. Rebeccah's mother is wearing a short, black, somewhat sheer robe, over what you guess is a black lace bra and panty set. You watch with your mouth practically hanging open as she disappears from view. Is her underwear sheer too? You swear you can see the cleft of her curvy bottom just before she turns the corner.

You sit, nervously drinking your hot chocolate when she returns, holding a small wine glass with an amber liquid in it. You desperately try to keep your eyes on her face, as she sits in the armchair across from you and crosses her legs. You get a spectacular view of her full, well shaped thigh as she drapes it over her other knee. You see that she is wearing black slippers with ostrich feathers on them which show off her perfect red polished toenails. She notices you looking at her foot and you blush and look down.

"How is your hot chocolate?" she asks.

"Um, very good, thank you," you say, blowing on the top to cool it.

She eyes you for a moment, watching you drink your cocoa.

"The nighty seems to fit you," She says. "But you are going to have to learn to sit in a nighty. With your legs spread like that, I can see your panties."

You blush even brighter and close your legs.

"In fact, I need to see something. Come here," she curls her finger and gestures you over.

You stand in front of her and to your horror, she lifts the front of your nighty.

"Rebeccah, have you seen this?" She asks over your shoulder in the direction of the stairs.

"Seen what, mommy?" your fiance asks.

"This is not presentable at all," She says, nodding to your panty area. "There's a jungle growing down here. This needs to be taken care of."

Rebecca bends to peer down at your panty panel from which, in every direction, your sparse pubic hair is trying to escape.

"Not presentable," agrees Rebeccah, shaking her head.

Rebeccah's mother stands and then without another word, pulls you back up the stairs by your hand to the bathroom where she has you sit on the edge of the tolet seat.

"Remove your panties, please," she says bruskly.

You hesitate, and look over at Rebeccah who just shrugs, so you sheepishly lower your panties to your ankles. Rebeccah's mother pulls a small electric hair clipper out of a drawer and kneels on the fluffy bathroom carpet at your feet, then looks up at you.

"I can trim myself..." you start to say, but she interrupts you.

"Nonsense, I am going to do this the first time, to show you how it's done. After this, it will be up to you to maintain it. Lift your nighty, please."

Agast, you comply, revealing your penis to your future mother in law. Thankfully the embarassment and cold seat have left you without a hint of an erection. You watch down between your legs as she gently grips the shaft between her thumb and forefinger, and starts to carefully trim your pubic hair to a fine fuzz. She even has you lean back and lift your knees to your chest so she can trim you 'back there', trimming gently between your cheeks and around your little hole.

As she is trimming, Rebeccah's mother is focused on your pubic hair and you allow yourself to glance at her lingerie. Sure enough the robe is somewhat sheer, giving shadowy hints and suggestions about the bra and panty set underneath, but at some point, the fabric of the robe is pulled tight against her breasts and the pattern of the lace comes into view as well as. Oh god! The outline of her sand dollar sized nipple.

You groan in embarassment as your penis starts to stiffen between her fingers. You look up at Rebeccah in horror but she is just standing in the doorway smirking at you, apparently finding the situation funny somehow. In moments, the feedback loop of her cool fingers on your erect penis, your fiance watching in amusement and the acute embarassment of the situation, make your penis feel like it will get so hard it will burst.

"I'm so embarassed," you mumble, but Rebeccah's mother just shushes you, while she sprays shaving lotion onto her fingertips which she massages into your pubic area. With a pink disposable razor, she quickly strips off the remaining fuzz, a washcloth revealing baby smooth skin, front and back.

"All done, " she declares, looking up at you, your turgid penis pointing directly at her beautiful, dimpled face. A clear drop of fluid has appeared at the tip.

She gracefully stands and swishes past Rebeccah and returns to the living room, presumably to finish enjoying her glass of sherry.

Rebeccah, helps you pull up your panties and arrange your nighty. Then she playfully pats your erection, which is safely hidden away in your panties, winks, and follows her mother down the stairs.