It was a beautiful spring morning when I drove over to my parent's house. I was going to help my mother shop for a new dress for her dinner with my father. It was their 20th anniversary, and she wanted to make it special for him. We had the whole day planned out, shopping, a nice lunch and then going home and getting her ready.
My mother is an extremely beautiful woman, often compared to the actress Priscilla Presley. And like Miss Presley, she looks very young for her age. I could not begin to count the number of times people thought she was my sister rather than my mother. Admittedly, she is much prettier than I am. I often felt inadequate in her presence. Her shining auburn hair, deep green eyes and cute little turned up nose turned the head of most any man she passed. She has a nicely toned body for a forty year old woman as well. Her legs and arms are as tight as mine even though she never goes to the gym and I spend hours there each day. Her flat stomach with its ripples has kept me doing crunches and sit-ups all my life to try to match it.
We went to several stores and finally picked out a simple yet stunning black tea length dress with a single spaghetti strap that tied around the neck, leaving her tanned back bare. The front came right up to her neck. My mother's one flaw is her chest. Even after having a child, her breasts never got any bigger than an A-cup. We picked up some heels and a little jewelry for accents.
At that point, she thought we were through. I had other ideas... I took her to Victoria's Secret and we started looking around. She argued at first saying that she was too old for that sort of thing. I countered with, "You'd drive Dad nuts in these." I showed her a pair of French cut silk panties, (I know what you're thinking, why not thongs? I thought about it, but I know she'd never have gone for it.)
"Jennifer, you're crazy! I could never wear something like that!" she whispered.
"It's your anniversary Mom. Be a little crazy! Have some fun!"
We exchanged a sly grin and bought a few other things before going to lunch. We sat and talked over a few glasses of wine. She again (as always) brought the fact that I'm not seeing anyone. I changed the subject as best I could bringing up her big date with my father later that night.
"So, do you think you're going to get lucky tonight?" I asked her with a knowing grin.
"Jenny, stop!" my mother answered in mock anger.
"You'd better, it's your anniversary!"
"I know, but I'm not really interested in sex," she said.
I wanted to ask her when the last time her and my father had 'done it' just out of curiosity, but I knew she would get angry. We finished nearly a whole bottle of wine by the time the check arrived. I paid the bill and we went back to her place.
I told her to try the panties on before she got in shower in case she made need to trim herself up a bit. I could tell she felt awkward hearing me talk like that, but she knew I was right. No man would want to see hair sticking out of such pretty panties.
She went to her bathroom to change. I heard her make a funny noise, one of obvious distaste.
"Oh God Jenny, this looks horrible." She walked out and gave me a quick peek of her overgrown mound of hair sticking out of the sides of the black lace.
"Aren't you glad I mentioned it before you got in the shower?" I asked.
"Well, yes," she replied, "but I just never realized it had gotten so out of control."
"Want me to help you with it Mom?" I asked, feeling a tingle in my pussy.
"I appreciate the offer Jennifer, but I think that's going a little too far," she said rather sternly.
