RED Urges Reemerge

“It’s been forever since I’ve done something like this” Selena said to herself as she slowly stripped to her plain underwear. Alone in the Beaucorps house she was taking her first steps to break out of the shell her mother had forcefully shoved her in when she was Renee’s age. Heart beating rapidly she started unhooking her bra as she remembered the years after that fateful day.

During college the only time she was ever adventurous or gave into her urges was alone with her then new boyfriend and now husband George. Getting a guilty kick out of staging embarrassing wardrobe accidents. Walking out in a towel or skimpy underwear and pretending she forgot he was there or thought he had left. Wearing baggy pants with no underwear that she’d let fall while her plump butt was facing him. Yet even with that a voice in the back of her head screamed her mother might catch her again. So it never went further and eventually died down.

Years later, at her mothers funeral…

Now married to George Selena thought for a split second among the grief “am I free now?” Only to look over to a small ginger haired girl sitting in her husband's lap. Her lily green eyes, the same as hers… and her mothers, stared back at her.

“No I have to be a good role model for my little girl, no time to let my baser urges take control.

And many years more here she stood utterly naked as the term “role model” has taken on a new possibility under the revelations of Father Max. Now Renee needs to learn to be comfortable and accept the beauty of her body to lead god's children back to paradise. And who better to show her the path than her own mother? As the pervy priest put it at least.

And so staring at her bare body in the mirror Selena Beaucorps took a deep breath and got ready to leave her comfort zone. Walking out of the master bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the hallway. Arms and hands at the ready to cover her intimates. Bare breasts and immaculate booty bouncing with every careful step.

Making her way into the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room. Exposing herself to a nonexistent audience. Soon the fear, nervousness, and trepidation turned into a fuzzy, warm, blood rushing, excitement. Her awkward tiptoe with stiff arms ready to cover herself turned into a confident strut with one hand casually moving and the other placed on her hip.

“My goodness I forgot how… exhilarating this was! And this is just alone around my house! Imagine a crowd of people admiring me! What if they were real!?” the woman wondered, her crotch leaking with excitement.

*Click!*

*Slam!*

Taken off guard Selena looked over to the front door. There here precious daughter huffed and puffed while leaning against the door. Her body bare and sweaty. Her face the look of many confused emotions, mainly exhaustion and relief. Forgetting her own state Selena had to ask “Renee? Are you alright?”

Prompting the young lady to look up at her, with those familiar green eyes. Flipping from shock to confusion before she asked “Mom?! Why are you-”

Her daughter didn’t even have to finish as her eyes and tone said everything, reminding the MILF that she was butt ass naked. Being caught by her own daughter seemed to make all the confidence and excitement she had built over the last hour to evaporate. Causing her to meekly shriek before covering up and running away in embarrassment. Her first test run failed miserably.

Though with some more proding Father Max would soon have her starting again. Even starting to push boundaries at work. And maybe some “divine intervention” would help Selena break out of her shell for good.