Some more shopping

With my new purchases in my hands, I took my purse and slung across my chest the shoulder strap cut across my chest and between my boobs with only accentuated them more. I looked down my blouse to see my boobs peeking out the top, drawing another small smile.

As I continued to wander around the mall, I felt the warm rays of sun beaming through the skylights and onto my new smooth skin. After a few mindless minutes of walking, I came across a women’s clothing store with so many amazing outfits.

There was a mannequin in the display was wearing a dress that was fitted at the top down to the hips and then gradually widened towards the hem and ended by the calf. The dress was taupe coloured and had very thin straps by the shoulders as well as a wide elastic belt with subtle lace design separating the top and bottom of the dress that would look incredible on my mom's body. Why not try it on? I had nowhere to be. Mom didn't work today, and I wasn't eager to return to school.

I strolled inside where another mannequin caught my eye, it was wearing a lilac satin slip dress. I strolled over and pulled out a few sizes of both dresses from the rack. I continued perusing through the store and stretched my dainty fingers out to brush over the fabric as I passed by the silk and chiffon whispering against my skin sending waves of elation through my body.

A nearby sales associate greeted her with a smile, and I found myself drawn to a pale pink button up casual dress with floppy collar and thing robe belt.

Would you like to try it on?” the associate asked, already guiding me toward the fitting rooms.

“Yes, please,” I replied, trying to keep my voice light, as I struggled to hide my excitement.

I stepped into the small room closing the door behind me, I hung up the dresses and began to remove my clothes. The cool air kissed my skin as I slid out of my jeans and top, leaving me in just a plain beige bra with some subtle lace trim and burgundy panties. I'd still have to figure out women's clothing size systems if I was ever going to indulge myself like this again.

As I began trying on different sizes of the first dress, the smooth cotton fabric made me feel so elated and special, but the first few dress sizes were either to large or small. After a few tried I managed to select the correct size and once I pulled the dress over my head and zipped it up, I felt the fabric cascading down my new body like a silky waterfall. So soft, I thought, running my hands over my hips, gently rubbing the fabric along the inside of my thighs. The dress brushed against my bare arms, sending a shiver down my entire spine.

I turned to look in the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged my curves. It was elegant, yet subtly. Is it just me, or does this feel… arousing?

With my cheeks flushed I continue gazing into the mirror taking my time to look at my splendid new cleavage—which I took the time to stroke and jiggle. Looking myself in the mirror I could help myself from doing a little bounce and watching my boobs jiggle in the beautiful dress.

Now satisfied that I knew the correct dress size and enthralled by this adventure, I took off the first dress followed by my bra. It took me a few moments since I wasn’t in my element, but it got it off. As they both hit the floor my breasts relaxed down to their natural state. The cool air now felt intensified on my nipples and areolas, and they began to get stiff. I stood there staring into the mirror, wearing nothing but my mom’s lacey burgundy panties and slowly stepped into the lilac slip dress and gently slid it up my body. The satin fabric dragging along my skin felt so good, it stopped me in my tracks. Once I pulled the straps over my shoulders, I stared into the mirror again. I looked exquisite and seductively bit my bottom lip as I stared at my reflection. I lingered in the fitting room for a while longer, tracing my fingers along the satin dress, my breath catching as the sensation sent a warm thrum through my body.

Both dresses were summery and beautiful and perfect on my mom's body. So, I bought them both, handing over mom's credit card and walking out with the clothing bag in one hand and my other items in the other. This whole day gave me a sense of newfound confidence, I thought, trying to convince myself that my actions were for the greater good. But as I continued walking there was a growing heat between my legs, the way my body seemed to hum with every step, a hum that I was beginning to not be able to ignore.