They dress up

Half an hour later, a freshly showered Lucy, her naked body uncovered, her long red hair flowing freely over her shoulders, came out of the bathroom.

Samamtha, having gone first, was already almost ready. She wore a red cocktail-dress, falling about to the middle of her thigh, pretty tightly fitted around her curvy body, highlighting her wide hips, big amd firm breasts and butt. A sight worthy of a fertility goddess. Her long goldenblond hair fell in a single big braid down her back.

"Wow, mom, how did you get your hands on that?" Lucy was baffled, not understanding how her mom could have gotten her hands on such an outrageous piece of clothing.

Samantha laughed, while putting on her golden earrings and reaching for a pair of matching red heels. They were even higher than those Lucy had just been railed in, 6 inches, with a two inch plateau under the palm of the feet. It looked scandelous, sexy, outrageous... and Lucy loved it.

"That is a pretty funny story. You don't recognize this dress? Your father got it for me last year for his companies christmas-party"

Lucy starred at her mothers rack, how the fabric and the bra under it pushed them slightly together and up, making her mothers gorgeous decolté even more awesome, without looking too slutty. There was no way in hell her father had agreed to that dress.

Samantha giggled. "Of course it was not quie this dress. Imagine it down to my ankles, and wider." Now Lucy understood. "That is genius mom!"

Her mother looked very pleased with herself. "Yes, it is. I should have realized sooner he wouldn't notice when I let dresses we already bought be modified. Shortened, tightened, a bit of rack-support - she playfully grabbed her breasts and lifted them up a bit - et voila - a dress made to pick up someone"

She lifted up her leg, pulling her foot to her big bubble-butt. "I am so happy the shoes I got in the suitcase actually matches the color. I was a bit nervous. But now get dresses! I don't want to miss dinner!" She ordered and pointed at a dress hanging on the wardrobe.

Lucys mouth fell open. "Is that...?" "Yep" came Samanthas proud answer.

The black dress had been made for her for the funeral of one of her fathers friends. A classy, modest piece.

Now, it was a skin-tight cocktaildress, even shorter than her mothers, ending about a fingers width before the mid of her thigh. While her mothers dress showed a lot of decolté with low, round cleavage, Lucys dress was high-necked, but had a pretty deep V-cut cleavage, where her firm young breasts were very advantageously presented, pushed in place by cleverly placed fabric and form into beautiful round curves.

The dress was so tight, it showed the arch of Lucys back, her flat tones stomach, her curves...

Right next to the dress, Lucy found the stockings, panties and the little bands to connect the two, which she put under the dress. The dress was so short, it just about covered the bands. If she stood upright, or sat down and took care the dress didn't lift up, the bands where covered and it looked as if she was just wearing stockings under a short dress. But if she bend forward...

"Hmmm, Lucy, you look amazing! I might not even want dinner anymore!" Sam gurred, when she saw her daughter dressed up like that. But she managed to keep her hands to herself and after Lucy had put on the black heels, they left for the dining-room, arms linked, laughing and smiling, both incredibly excited and slightly nervous at their newly found freedoms.