Downfall/Suggest Debra applies the paint with her hands
From Create Your Own Story
"I need that brush," you say. "Take another one."
"The other ones aren't big enough." She hesitates. "You know what? I'll just use my hand."
"Let me get some panties real quick," you say, but Debra protests.
"You'll just ruin them, mum. They get stained. Put them on when the paint is dry."
She is probably right. You take off the towel. Debra heeds you standing in the middle of the cabin, arms outstretched. She applies the gold base coat first, consulting a picture of Patricia Velasquez as a reference. Since the outfit is basically backless, she starts on the front. She outlines a sleeveless V-neck top, emerging from a shoulder-ring, narrowing towards your crotch. After just one moment of thought, she applies the gold colour on your body, including your breasts. She then paints your legs from the knees upwards, around your waist, making your butt golden. Now only your groin remains. Debra hesitates. "So...," she says. Just when you were going to tell her you'll do that region yourself, she says: "If you bend, you'll wrinkle the colour on your stomach. I can't apply it as thin as I could have with the brush, it takes longer to dry. I'll finish the job. Right now, it looks like you are going commando."
"I am going commando right now," you say.
Debra rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean. But, uh, you have to spread your legs a bit, mum."
"It has been a long time since someone said that to me," you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. Your daughter just answers: "If you want to get fingerblasted, you'll have to get me a drink first."
When you are done laughing, she has already managed to paint your inner thighs and everything but your vagina. Despite her earlier confident approach, you again expect her to hesitate, but you underestimated her resolve. Without slowing down, she slightly pulls your labia to the sides and quickly paints the crevice. The touch of her finger, light as it is, sends a shock through your body. While joking earlier, it is true that for a very, very long time, no other person has touched your private parts. Even if you should't, you can't help but to be reminded what pleasure sex with another person is. You involuntary shudder. To your horror, Debra must have noticed. She halts, just for one moment.
"Sorry," you both say simultaneously. Your eyes meet. Wait - do you see the same guilt in Debra's eyes that you feel right now? Then the amusement over the weirdness of the situation takes over.
"Not something we do every day," you say.
Debra chuckles. "I'll make it quick."
You turn your thoughts towards something else until Debra is done. When the gold coat finally has dried, Debra applies the black lines. The finished result looks very good, almost like what is was modelled after.
"Man, you look great, mum. You could almost go like that without the costume," she says. "You'd be the talk of the ship for sure."
"No, thank you", you say. "I don't want to have me posted naked all over the internet."
"But who'd notice? The light's going to be dimmed at the party. Fancy-Dress doesn't go with bright lights, all costumes look better that way. Well," she looks at your chest, "only your nipples would give you away. They are huge, you know that?"
"That's because you stretched them so much when I breastfed you. You wore them out. Now help me with my make-up, then I'll help you with your costume."
Thus the afternoon flies by. When the black paint has dried as well, you put your costume on. Time to go the fancy dress party.
| Status | ||
| State of Clothing | Shirt; Jeans; Bra; Panties; Shoes |
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| Inventory | Egypt Costume; Body Paint | |
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