F amily matters 1 - Sex Stories

F amily matters 1

... everyone in town thinks you're hot." "Maybe, but it means so much more when it comes from your daughter. It feels more honest, and real. Other people, when they say it, it's because they want something from you. Whether they think they can get it or not they want it. So they say things like that trying to create an opening. When you say it, it feels different. It makes me feel special." As I said this, a tear was forming I my eye. I am not sure why but I just felt so emotional. Seeing this Lisa Got up and gave me a great big hug. Neither of us paid any attention to my nakedness as we embraced each other for what seemed like minutes. When we finally broke away Lisa wiped my tears with her thumbs with a delicate touch that sent shivers through my spine. "Ok MOM, If you don't get back to trying on these things we will never get out of here." I tried on the other outfits as we continued to talk and laugh. When we got to the final one I held it up to Lisa and said, "I picked this one for you." Lisa looked down at the shear nightgown with matching thong and asked, "Just what would I do with that, Mom?" "You wear it and look stunning in it." "Wear it for who?" "For who? You wear it for you?" "Mom, I think you have me confused with the sexy twin. I'm the dumpy one. Remember?" "Being sexy starts with how you feel about yourself. You and your s****r are identical body types, with identical faces. How could one be sexy while the other is dumpy. These baggy clothes, that's how." I said ...

... as I tugged on her pants. "You just said that I was hot. Well you and I wear the same size clothes. Same dress size same bra size everything. Even down to shoe size. Stand up and look in the mirror." Timidly, Lisa stood up and faced the mirror beside me. "You are a beautiful, sexy woman. Do you have any idea how many women envy you? Here try this on." She hesitated for a moment. Then Lisa took the gown from me and laid it on the bench. She started to remove her blouse, then her pants. When she did I had to hold in a snicker as she revealed her full cut granny panties that cover her ample rear. She finally removed all of her clothes and was about to put on the gown when I said, "Hold on a minute sweetheart, let me show you something." Again we faced the mirror and this time I put my arm around her waist and held her firmly to my side. "you have got to know how incredible you look. You call me hot but look at you, the only difference in us is that your boobs don't sag like mind do and your ass is higher as well. I would kill to have your body but you call yourself dumpy." I spoke to her in soft nurturing tones aware that this would be difficult for her. It is hard for a young lady to look herself in the mirror and challenge her self-image. And sure enough Lisa began to cry. I embraced her as we hugged for a second time. This time it was mother, consoling daughter, and we were both nude. "Its OK baby, let it out. This is good. You have to take it slow. Start by seeing yourself as ...