The all new Galvani M12 hatchback

Sitting in the family driveway was a shiny silver electric car! The Galvani Model 12 two-door hatchback had a strikingly modern look about it, aerodynamic and smooth, with the curve of the windscreen being the same as the curve of the hood, making it look like a silver bullet except for the flattened front where the"grill", for lack of a better term, as there were no air intakes there, was located. The cargo capacity was huge, the wheels gleamed with slash-vented hubcaps, the lights looked like that had been repurposed from an alien spaceship!

Florence's first thought was incoherent screams of delight, echoing inside her head like a storm, but all that came out of her mouth was a muted, quivering: "Woooooow...!"

Then she thought to herself that she sort of wished it had been red like that bitch Vickie Tuddleston's parents had gotten her for graduation, but she quickly pushed this thought aside, not wanting it to ruin the moment. She clutched her hands in front of her and jumped up and down laughing, her boobs allowed to bounce about crazily, squealing like a little girl rather than the mature 19 year old naked young woman she was, and that her mother wanted her to be. But, in this moment, neither she or her mother cared, Charlotte beaming at her daughter for a moment, just glad that Florence was happy.

Florence, completely forgetting her nudity for a moment, ran up to Charlotte and gave her a huge hug, squishing their bare breasts against each others and wrapping their arms around each other's naked bodies. "I love you, mommy! Thank you so much!"

"Oh, I love you too, deary, I'm so glad you're happy!"

Pulling away from her mother with a sudden thought, Florence met her mother's eyes. "Oh! Does it have the full AI package?"

Charlotte nodded. "Personal assistant, self driving and security options."

Florence squealed and ran over to it, hearing the clack of the car unlocking itself as it sensed the key fob in Florence's clutch-purse approach. Florence lovingly stroked her finger along the exciting curves of the car, revelling in the fact that it was hers.

"Come back over to the driver's side, sweetie, let's register you now as the primary driver," Charlotte said as she poked at her cell phone.

Florence skipped happily back around the car as her mother selected options in the Galvani Motors App.

"Now," Charlotte took a few steps forward and showed Florence her phone screen. "Face the driver's side door and stand in this pose, it'll scan you first from the front, then from the back, okay?"

Florence nodded and stood in front of the door, backing up a little at her mother's prompting, arms held at her sides in an A-pose, feet shoulder width apart, and blushed a little when she remembered she was totally naked on the front lawn, legs spread, her hairy pussy and butt exposed to not only her car, but to the world.

A light emitted from the car and swept up and down her nude form, from her bare feet to her messy hair. Then, at her mother's prompting, she turned around and let it scan her backside. She imagined she could feel the little laser scanner sweeping over her butt several times, but she knew, intellectually, that this was not the case, it was just her anxiety getting the better of her. As, facing away from the car and the garage, she could see down the street, and all the other houses, any one of them could have people watching the two naked women from the windows... The funny flutter in her tummy and the tingle between her legs returned...

"Okay, now," her mother said, interrupting Florence's thoughts. She took several steps toward the car until she was closer to it than Florence. Put your hand here and here," she pointed at spots on the door where the handles should be, but weren't. "Palms and fingers flat against the surface. It'll register your finger and handprints."

Without asking further questions, Florence squatted down on her toes beside the car and placed both hands where she was told, until she heard a beep. "Is it done?" Florence looked up and then, blushing furiously, looked back down instantly: she was on eye level with her mother's mostly shaved pussy and her near landing strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Yes, dear, stand up," Charlotte said, oblivious to her daughter's embarrassment as she tapped a few more commands into the app.

Florence stood up and tried to shake off the embarrassing fact the she had just had her face inches away from her mother's naked groin.

"Now just double-tap the door with your fingertip like your double-clicking a computer icon."

Florence did so and the door began gliding open, slowly, but fast enough that Florence needed to jump back to allow the door to swing open unobstructed. The interior was a mix of brown suede and darker brown patent leather, with matte black detailing. Bouncing a few more times with excitement, Florence jumped into the driver's seat and closed the door after her. Instantly her bare butt, thighs and back felt the firm but yielding material and she was surprised it wasn't cold to the touch, after a second, it even started to become noticeably warm. Her bare feet found the peddles and found them covered in a matte material that made it hard for her to slide the pads of her feet along. She realised that these gas and break peddles were covered in a material specifically designed for barefoot driving.

"Hello, Florence Aberdeen," came a pleasant, male voice with a British accent. "And congratulations on becoming my primary driver."

Somewhat taken aback, Florence took a moment before she was able to stutter out a response: "Uh, thank you, uh... Car?"

By this point Charlotte had tapped the passenger side door open and had sat down on the seat, her feet still on the driveway outside the car. She slipped off her heels and slid them into the holder on the door, toe first, and only when she was barefoot pulled her long, strong legs into the car and closed the door. "Mm, heated floors. So nice," she cooed.

"Greetings, Mayor Aberdeen, welcome back. I'm glad you enjoy my heated interior."

"Do you like the voice, darling?"

"Uh..." Florence thought for a moment. "Do you think we could give it a woman's voice?"

"Oh, of course! Car," Charlotte addressed the computer. "Female voice, a nice estuary accent, please."

There was some electronic beeping and pinging as the computer re-calibrated some settings then it said: "Hello!" came a chipper lady's voice. "How is this, Mayor?"

"You make the computer call you Mayor?" Florence sniggered.

"I make everyone beneath me call me Mayor, darling. How does this sound to you?"

"I think it's amazing. Uh, thank you... Car. We really need a name for you."

"Well, this voice's default name setting is Olivia, though anything you'd like will do."

"Uh, that's good for now, Olivia. Thank you."

"Preference recorded."

"Well?" Charlotte beamed at her daughter. "Shall we go? Olivia, navigate to Stillbrook mall, and release manual control for Florence."

"Navigating. Route is on the central display, manual control is at your disposal, Miss Florence."

"Call Florence 'Mistress', Olivia," Charlotte said out of nowhere.

Eyes going wide as she was pushing the engine start button, Florence turned to her mother questioningly.

"You'll see, sweetheart, it feels good to have someone address you with respect."

"Yes, Mayor. Preference recorded. Is this alright with you, Mistress?"

Being addressed like this did give Florence a little unexpected thrill, so she let it stand. "Yes, Olivia, uh, that's fine."

"Very good, Mistress."

Florence pulled out of the driveway in her new car and headed down the street. Her bare feet on the peddles reminded her of just how totally nude she was and, half way down the street she started to tremble, realizing she was actually driving down the street without a stitch of clothing, that she didn't even own a single piece of clothing in the world and that she would be seen in a public place full of people with no way of hiding her nudity.

"Are you going to be alright, sweetie?" Came Charlotte's voice, full of concern. She gave Florence's bare shoulder a little squeeze.