Get dressed

I opened my eyes, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. My nipples were hard, and I could feel the warmth building between my legs.

My hands returned to my pussy, this time with more intention, more focus. I spread the lotion over the smooth skin, my fingers sliding over my lips, my clit.

It felt so good, so damn good, and let out a soft moan, I could feel the wetness building, the lotion mixing with my never-ending arousal, making my fingers glide so easily, so perfectly.

I bit my lip, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continued to touch myself, my fingers moving faster, harder. I was so close, so close to the edge, and I could feel my body tightening, my muscles coiling, ready to snap.

I tried to fight off these pleasurable sensations so I can further immerse myself in my mother’s life, but it was no use.

I let out a cry as I came, my body trembling and knees nearly giving out.

I leaned against the Make-up counter, trying to catch my breath, my skin still tingling from the cool air and still sensitive. I could feel the lotion slick against my pussy, against my thighs, and I knew I wasn’t done, not yet. I poured more lotion into my hand, this time focusing on my breasts, my nipples, the soft curves of my ass. I wanted to feel everything, to savor every sensation, every touch.

My hands moved lower again, back to my pussy, my fingers sliding inside me, the lotion making the movements so smooth, so effortless. I could feel myself beginning to build again, the pleasure starting to coil in my belly, and I knew I needed to stop.

I stood in front of the mirror for a moment longer, staring at my reflection fighting every urge to continue caressing my supple body. My chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. My skin was still slick with lotion and body humming with the afterglow of pleasure. I returned to the bathroom, retrieving a soft hand towel and gently patted my skin dry, savoring the way the fabric felt against my sensitive flesh.

My freshly shaven pussy still tingled, the cool air in the room brushing against it, heightening my awareness of every subtle sensation.

It took me a few minutes to find my mom’s pajamas but after some rummaging I came across a delicate forest-green camisole with lace trim and matching shorts. The fabric was impossibly soft, cool against my heated skin.

I slid the camisole over her head, the satin gliding down my body like a lover’s caress. my nipples hardened as the fabric brushed against them, and I let out a soft sigh, my hands smoothing the shirt down over my curves.

The shorts were next, and I stepped into them, pulling them up over her hips. The satin clung to me, hugging my ass in a way that made me feel both comfortable and sensual. The subtle, stitched seam brushed against my shaven pussy before falling ever so slightly, loosely hugging my lower half.

I turned to the mirror, admiring the way the fabric accentuated my figure, the way it moved with every step, whispering against my skin. I spin around to get a view from behind and was pleased as a saw my sleek soft shoulder blades gently revealing its shape. As well as the camisole straps loosely drape down my back meeting the rest of the top halfway down my back.