Janet stood outside her mother’s bedroom door
drumming up the courage for this most important talk with her mom. At last she
knocked softly. “Mom? Can I come in please?”
“Sure,”
came Wendy’s muffled voice from inside the room.
Janet
opened the door and was immediately treated to her mother’s nearly bare
backside. “Really, Mom, a thong?” Janet said, rolling her eyes while closing
over the door.
Wendy
laughed and continued slipping the stockings over her long, shapely leg, hooking
it in place with the garter and proceeding to the other one. “I don’t want VPLs.
The dress is so tight it’ll show everything!” she said, then looking over her
shoulder she smiled. “You look stunning, Honey!”
“Thanks,”
Janet said, chewing on a thumb nail.
“Oh,
Janet, don’t bit your nails. You haven’t done that in years. It’s nerves, isn’t
it? Well, don’t be nervous. You’ll be wonderful!”
“Being
biased again, Mom,” Janet said, but it helped calm her nerves slightly and she
put down her hands, clasping them in front of her. “I’d like to talk if you
don’t mind.”
“About
the birds and the bees?” Wendy said, half joking.
