The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch)

... time?" Her mother loved feeling devilish in her scanty attire and was thinking it must be even more sexy being naked, though of course she wouldn't have the courage to do that.

To her total surprise, though, her daughter's smile faded and her face contorted into a sob. "Oh, Mom . . ."

Mrs. Smithers, shocked, put her arms around her daughter's bare shoulders. "Oh Tami, darling . . .my little girl . . ."

"If you only knew . . . I hate every minute of it, Mom. I HATE it!!" Tami cried into her mother's armpit. "I'm going to get a job this summer away from the college and away from Dad so I can wear clothes and no one will know!" She sniffled like a child.

Mrs. Smithers patted her daughter's bare back comfortingly. Then she looked up, sensed that her husband was probably taking a nap, and then kicked off her heels. "Here, Tami . . . try these on."

Wiping the tears away, Tami looked at the shoes, black pumps like she used to wear to parties herself. "Thanks Mom . . . " she said, breathing in, composing herself, standing up so that she could begin to feel actual footwear, something actually under her feet, for the first time in . . .

She tried to squeeze her toes into the pumps and then tried to take a step. "Whoa --" She fell forward, landing on her hands, then pushed herself up again. "Oww - -" She fell back onto the bench.

Tami looked at the heels with puzzlement. Her feet and her mother's were the same size. They used to wear each other's shoes. What was ...

... going on? She bent down and tried to fit her heel into the back of the shoe but it wouldn't go. The toes were too tight. It hurt even to try.

"I can't wear these," Tami said, shaking her head. She kicked the heels off her feet towards her mother. She noticed her mother's feet. They looked pale, thin, the toes pinched and cramped. Tami then looked over at her own feet and flexed her toes. After weeks of going barefoot her toes had spread out. And her feet looked tanned and strong, as if she lived on a tropical beach.

"Your feet got big from being barefoot," her mother said, stating the obvious. After a moment she got up and said, "Well, at least you can try on the apron."

Tami tried not to look at her mother's bare breasts and pubic hair as she gave her daughter the only piece of clothing she had on. Tami expected it to be a little loose; her mother was a bit heavier than she was. But as Tami tied the apron around her back she was bothered by it. It felt scratchy and somehow suffocating, even though it was indeed too loose for her.

Suppressing these feelings, Tami Smithers, clad in an apron, walked there and back in the Smithers basement, swaying as if she were on a fashion runway. She smiled at her mother. "This feels so good," she lied. Mrs. Smithers smiled.

Later, Tami was sitting naked up at the kitchen table, eating cookies and looking again at her grade report as her mother fussed about in her heels and apron. Tami wasn't thinking about her grades, though. ...