Tight 80s miniskirt with cleavage
From Torg Adventure
I almost dropped the envelope of photos. Mom wore a tight black and white zebra-pattern mini-skirt dress with dark nylons. The hem of the miniskirt was about 4 inches below her cooch. The miniskirt was so tight, it looked painted on. The neckline of the dress plunged below the middle of her breasts, and the top was also extremely snug. Her breasts were pushed up. This was the same dress that she wore in the first photo. The finishing touch was a pair of five-inch stiletto heels. She still fit it wonderfully, except for her boobs, which looked at least a cup size too big, though this just enhanced the cock-hardening effect of the outfit.
"By your slack jaw, I'm guessing I'm can still pull this look off," Mom said, cocking her hip the side and putting her hand in it. "Now, where's that wine." She walked over, shifting her hips side to side very sexily, and picked up both glasses. "Here." She handed one to me, picked up the bottle, and walked into the living room. She moved to the easy chair, leaving the couch to me, and put the bottle on the coffee table. When she sat, her skirt rode up, revealing almost her entire leg. I saw that her nylons were stockings, not pantyhose, and that she was wearing a garter belt. I had never seen one in person, only in old photos. Mom went all out to make these poses as close to the originals as possible. She must secretly be excited by the idea.
She sipped her wine and closed her eyes, enjoying the taste. I sipped. It was not the first time I'd had wine. This wine was somewhat sweet, Mom's favorite.
"So, how are we going to do this?" she asked. She took another big sip, savoring the wine on her tongue before swallowing it. I found this very erotic as I imagined her doing that with a load of my cum. I cock was hard in my pants.
"Well, I have the first set of photos set aside. I figured we could do this in your room, so you'll be more comfortable." I took a good-sized mouth of wine. After I drank it, I licked my lips, making sure Mom watched. She nodded and continued drinking.
The two of us finished our wine watching the other. Mom stood and split the rest of the bottle between our glasses. She took my hand. I stood from the couch and she led me to the stairs, letting go of my hand as she headed up. I gazed intently at her swaying ass, so round and fine, as she climbed the stairs. Occasionally, I saw the tops of her nylons and the straps of the garter belt as I looked up at her ass.
We walked to Mom's room and stepped through the door right behind her. I closed the door.
What now?
