Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2002 03:59:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Sally 34 Subject: Looking Like That Looking Like That by Sally Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post it at your own site, please contact the author at 'sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk' for permission. This story contains STRONG adult themes and you should read no further if you find that kind of thing offensive. 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 Comments? Please contact me at 'sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk' stating the name of the story as the subject.