Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2002 03:59:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Looking Like That

Looking Like That
by Sally

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Looking Like That

Kerry and Anne were just sneaking out through the back
door when Kerry heard her mother's voice calling.  She
gave a deep sigh. Fuck!

Jane Harris, her mother, demanded to know where she
was going.  When she finally, reluctantly, cam back
into the light of the room Jane was horrified. Her own
dear sweet daughter looked like a slut! She was only
fourteen yet her face was caked with make-up. Worse
was the fact that she was barely covered by a leather
micro-skirt and clinging halter-top that exposed her
midriff and accentuated her developing breasts. Jane
could clearly see the definition of her nipples. Anne,
her best friend, who had crept into the room behind
Kerry, looked equally appalling. Jane imagined that
most of the make-up must have come from her own
dressing table. That was why the girls had been so
quiet upstairs for the last hour.

"You can't go out looking like that!" she fumed.

"Oh Mom," moaned Kerry, turning the word 'Mom' into
two syllables. "It's the 'look' - all the girls are
dressing like this."

"I don't care!" sputtered Jane. "You look like a
tart!"

Kerry was furious with her mother; she knew she would
object if she saw her, but calling her a tart (in
front of Anne as well!) was unforgivable. She hated
her.

"You are NOT going out tonight until you put on
something more suitable!" continued Jane.

"What - like boring old jeans?" shouted Kerry. "No
way!"

Anne felt very uncomfortable witnessing the scene and
stared at her shoes.

"Don't shout at me young lady. If you don't change -
you don't go out. It's as simple as that!"

"Never!" Kerry shrieked, with tears brimming in her
eyes. How could mom ruin things like this?

Jane looked over Kerry's shoulder to Anne who was
trying to do her best to sink into the wall.

"I think you'd better go, Anne," said Jane firmly,
hoping to show Kerry that she wasn't going to budge on
this issue.

Anne, relieved, started to slip away.

"Anne! Don't!" called Kerry, furious with her
betrayal, but Anne just gave her a sympathetic shrug,
said, "Maybe see ya later," and let herself out.

"Why did you do that?" shouted Kerry. "She'll never
talk to me again!"

Jane smiled grimly, "Well, she can't be much of a
friend then can she?"

Kerry caught her mother's mocking tone and screamed,
"I HATE YOU!"

"STOP SHOUTING!" Jane retorted, shouting herself.
"You're not too old to go over my knee young lady!"

Kerry was astounded - her mother had not laid a finger
as far back as she could remember.

"What?" she said, now in a mocking tone herself. "Are
you going to spank me now?"

Jane hadn't realized the sort of threat she had made
in the heat of the moment. She had no intention of
some unseemly grapple to get Kerry over her knee but
nevertheless said, "If I have to!"

Kerry looked at her with unconcealed contempt. By now
she was in a fine strop - her mother had HUMILIATED
her in front of her best friend and now she was
determined to be as difficult as she could possibly
be.

To move on quickly from her empty threat Jane said,
"Now - wipe off that make-up, take off those
ridiculous clothes and you can go out. Any more
nonsense and your grounded."

"Alright then? You want me to take them off? Here!"
Kerry fumbled with the halter-top, pulled it off and
flung it at her mother. She stood before her topless,
her small breasts standing proud on her chest.

Jane had not expected this. She had never been
comfortable with seeing her daughter naked and this
open aggressive removal of her top took her by
surprise. Her eyes flicked to Kerry's breasts
instinctively and then looked away.

Kerry caught the look of bewilderment in her mother's
eyes and sensed she had the upper hand. Kerry was no
less shy of her body than any other girl her age but
in the heat of the moment she unzipped the skirt,
removed it and flung that at her mother too. Now she
stood virtually naked, just in her panties and the
highest heels she owned.

"I didn't mean take them off here!" said her mother
and Kerry noted with pleasure the rising panic in her
voice.

"I don't suppose you want me wearing these either do
you?" she said, kicking off her heels and losing two
inches of height in the process. Kerry was actually
beginning to enjoy herself. Dare she take off her
panties too?

Jane Harris was in turmoil. Her daughter was usually
quite shy about her body; she hadn't seen her so fully
exposed like this for a good few years, but, here she
was now, flaunting herself.  Jane couldn't help but
notice how lovely and smooth the skin on her slender
body looked, triggering primal responses her own body
that she could not control. She felt herself blushing.


"Can I at least keep THESE on?" Kerry asked teasingly,
hooking her thumbs into the tops of her panties at the
gaps where the top of her hips met her pelvis, tugging
them downwards slightly.

Jane couldn't answer. Her throat was too dry and felt
restricted.

"Well, at least LOOK at them," pouted Kerry.

Jane forced herself to look down at her daughter's
panties. They were black. Thin wisps of blonde pubic
hair were slightly visible and contrasted against the
black. Jane's mind reeled.

"Well?" said Kerry, tugging them dangerously lower so
that blonde hairs began to flick over the top.

"They're... they're just fine," Jane managed to say.

"Good. Now - come with me and tell me what I should
wear. I don't want to come down here and have to strip
naked again do I?"

Jane could only nod. The word 'naked' on her
daughter's lips stirred up her emotions further.

Kerry turned on her heels and marched towards the
stairs.

Dumbly Jane followed her topless daughter's panty-clad
buttocks up the stairs to her bedroom.

Kerry was enjoying every minute. Normally when her
father and Alice, her wretched younger sister, were
around she had very little of Mom for herself. Now she
had her FULL attention. She wondered how long she
could spin this little game out....

In the bedroom she sat her mother on her bed and
proceeded to rummage through her wardrobe for equally
unsuitable things to wear. As she put on, and
subsequently took off, each item she made sure her
mother took a good long look at her in it as she
modeled in front of her. She also made sure that she
would either be modeling topless - Jane had difficulty
keeping her eyes off her daughter's breasts now - or
bottomless, to show off her long legs.

"What do you think Mom? Do you think I need a bra
under this top? Are my nipples showing too much?"

Finally, when Kerry sensed she was about to lose the
initiative, she realized she'd have to be a bit more
daring to keep the upper hand.

"I think these black panties are showing through these
white shorts. Maybe I should put white ones on. What
do you think Mom?"

Jane was not sure what to say. If she agreed then she
was, by default, asking her daughter to remove her
panties in front of her.

"Whatever you think, honey," she finally said.

Kerry stood defiantly before her, legs slightly apart,
her fingers poised on the panties.

"No," she said firmly. "YOU choose."

Jane licked her lips and, trembling with emotion,
said, "I think you'd better wear the white ones."

This was all the encouragement Kerry needed. Making a
deep, deliberate sigh, as though she were being forced
against her will to do this, she slowly, ever so
slowly, peeled down her panties over the tops her
thighs revealing the lightly covered blonde bush above
her vagina. A wicked exhibitionist thrill coursed
through her body and made her shudder. She loved the
way her mother was now staring at her with unconcealed
attention.  Jane felt she should stand up and leave
but her eyes were drawn inexorably towards her
daughter's little mound and the neat lips below. Her
heart was pounding so hard she thought it would burst.
She had never seen anything so beautiful in her entire
life.

Kerry's panties were now around her ankles and she
stood, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward, enjoying
the delicious moment of complete nakedness in front of
her bewildered mother. Her belly felt strange and her
pussy felt like it was twitching under her mother's
incessant gaze. At that moment she felt the strangest
desire to grab her mother's hair and grind her mound
in her face. But what was she thinking? This was her
mother!

At that moment too, all Jane wanted to do was bury her
face in her daughter's sweet mound. She found her
hands twitching at her sides. Jane could imagine
pulling her daughter by her hips and forcing her on to
her face. Jane was startled from this reverie by the
sound of the phone ringing. Jumping up with guilt and
fear she rushed from Kerry's room and back downstairs
to the living room. It was her husband. He was ringing
to find out how things were going. Jane managed to
keep the nevoursness out of her voice as she spoke,
assuring him that things were fine.

While she spoke, and calmed down at the same time,
Kerry came back into the room. She'd changed back into
the same slutty outfit that she'd first been wearing.
She came close to the phone (and her mother's mouth)
and breathed, "Hi!" down the phone to her father
before kissing her mother sweetly on the cheek and
disappearing out of the front door. Jane had no fight
left in her to stop her....

THE END

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