Preparations in the bathroom

"There," Betty said, snapping off the little electric shaver. She patted her work gently with a towel. "Like the no-makeup makeup look, it's the no-shave pussy shave." She held a hand mirror so Sherah could see the difference. "Ready for show-and-tell?"

"Thanks, mom," Sherah said. "You know I usually don't. But if I'm showing off, you know, I guess I want people to see what I've got. And it's like everybody and her sister out there."

Betty laughed. "Everybody and her mother, anyway," she said. "Happy to help." She handed the mirror to Sherah.

Betty finished undressing and went back to the living room.

Sherah looked contemplatively in the mirror. The inner lips stuck out a bit from the plump outer labia. Who did she most look like down there, with her thick dark bush and her dark rosy labia? Not Mom so much. Betty was a shade lighter on both counts, her hair trimmed more, softer and fuzzier. Sherah tilted the mirror back and forth and smiled. She wouldn't kick this girl out of bed. Sherah used two fingers to spread herself and looked at her wet folds.

After a few minutes of active contemplation, Sherah headed back to the living room.

--

"Let's primp, girl," Dorinda said. She and Dorothy left their pink cowboy hats to mark their place in the Pleasure Circle and Dorinda led her daughter to Joyce's downstairs bathroom.

Dorinda stood before the mirror and opened her purse. She brushed her red-gold hair -- almost natural -- in long strokes to smooth and fluff it up. Next she repaired the wear a hot summer afternoon and two hours of Ladies' Western Swing dancing had done to her makeup. Lip gloss and a little touch-up round the eyes made her feel ready for anything. She patted the final touches onto her cheeks and nose with a powder puff.

Dorothy was out of her blouse and skirt already. Her bright pink panties, damp from this afternoon's dancing and flirting, landed atop her folded clothes, leaving her nude but for her pink boots. She peeked round her mom in the mirror, combed back her red hair, added some lip ice, and sat down on the toilet.

Dorinda heard a tinkle behind her. "I'm glad I raised such a cultured girl as you, Dorothy," she teased.

"Cultured, mom?" Dorothy asked from her perch.

"European, Dorothy."

"I surely am a-peein', mom," Dorothy said. "Will you be wanting the throne?"

"Yes, hon, in a sec," Dorinda said. "You still good to show off with me, Joyce and the girls?" she asked. "This'd be the time if you've got cold feet."

"I'm with you in a hot second, mom," Dorothy said. "Izzy and Ellie would love this."

"I thought what with your garden that your girls were all into natural vegetables, not all this vibrator and silicone stuff Joyce has," Dorinda said.

"A dozen gals out of their panties is natural enough for my girls," Dorothy said.

Dorinda unburdened herself of her Western dancing outfit, ruffled blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Like Dorothy, she left her boots on. She used a little dusting powder here and there, then took her own turn on the toilet.

Dorinda sighed with relief as her hot stream joined Dorothy's contribution. "Oh that feels good. Too much sweet tea at the dance."

Dorothy laughed. "And you get to talking and pretty soon it's time to go."

"You and the girls still-a-peein' on each other?" Dorinda asked.

"Yeah, hot days, lotsa sun tea. We're still gettin' giggles out of it. Thanks for that picture, mom," Dorothy said.

"I was sure you'd like the idea," Dorinda said. "Or at least get a laugh. You know today's dance leader Lucinda? She's the other lady in the picture."

"That's great!," Dorothy said. "I wisht you'd told me before."

"I know better," her mother said. Dorinda used one of Joyce's moist wipes and patted off and flushed. A final hand-wash and mirror check and she was ready. "All right girl, let's do it."

"We'll show 'em, mom," Dorothy said.

"That we will." Dorinda patted Dorothy's ass. Dorothy pressed her butt back into Dorinda's hand. Dorinda laid one crisp spank on her.

"More?" Dorothy asked.

"Later," Dorinda said.

They picked up their clothes and walked back, two cowgirls buck-naked but for their boots.

--

Amanda balanced herself on the toilet. "I'm surprised, but I think this is going easier than when I was pregnant with you," she said. "Except I was out on Peace Farm then. No waiting in line to pee."

Willow lay her panties atop her folded sundress on the counter. She laughed and patted her own pregnant belly. "Nope, I remember when you took me out to visit. I'm glad you're staying with me and Alex."

"You're very precious to him," Amanda said. "Despite what I think of his mother, I think you've made a good choice."

"Yes, he's brought us closer than I ever expected." Willow said. They looked in each others' eyes.

"Yes indeed," Amanda said. She rose from the toilet.

Willow kissed her mother's lips, bumping bellies, and sat down to take her turn.

When Willow was done, they took turns cleaning each other's vulva and anus with Joyce's moist wipes.

When they had finished, they paused and took a moment to look at each other again. Amanda reached out to cup Willow's yoni, the lips swollen and parted with late pregnancy. Willow did likewise, squeezing her mother's mound gently.

"Yes," Amanda said.

"Yes," Willow echoed softly.

They left the bathroom hand in hand.

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