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Literature

Mother and daughter humiliation (EUF/ENF)

Jennifer Carols looked at herself in the mirror before she left her bedroom. She was getting older, she knew that, and giving birth three times hadn’t helped, but she couldn’t help but smirk to herself as she posed for the mirror. For the past seven years, she had been dieting and exercising as much as possible since her last child had been born and was glad to see them taking their effect. Checking around to make sure no one was watching, she shut the door and let go of the waistband of the sweatpants she had put on that morning and watched with satisfaction as they tumbled to her feet. 2 years ago they were the only thing that properly fitted her, but now they couldn’t even stay on her waist and she was left with all the benefits of having children. A thin waist, a curved set of wide thighs a big and round but firm bottom…..A naked bottom. Whoops, she thought to herself frowning, stepping out of the pants and making her way to her drawers, I must have forgotten underwear this morning. She opened up the top drawer and took out a pair of floral granny panties with ‘over 30 and flirty’ written on the seat. Grinning at the line she slipped them on, pulling them up over her plump bottom in front of the mirror and snapping the elastic edges into place. Despite being now in possession of an admirable body, she still preferred the granny panties, having got used to them for so long for their comfort ability and size. Hitching up the sweatpants again and securely tying the drawstring, she made her way downstairs, entering the kitchen bathed in the morning light and grabbing a pile of washing from the washing machine. Before she made her way into the garden, she caught sight of her middle daughter Jessica coming downstairs, wearing a pair of pyjama pants and shirt. “Jess!” Her mother called, achieving the attention of the brunette who was in the process of pouring cereal into a bowl and looked up. Jennifer smiled sweetly, “Could you help me with the washing line cookie?” Jessica groaned and put down the cereal box with a resigned movement, before following her mom out into the garden. “Why are there so many bloody socks!?” Jessica exclaimed, holding up an armful and trying ineffectually to hang them on the washing line. “Because there are so many feet in this house.” Jennifer replied cooly. “And so many bottoms apparently.” She added, holding up a pair of underwear with unicorns on them. “Are these yours or your sisters?” Her daughter went bright red and said, “they’re…Sophie’s!” “Sophie is seven years old. I doubt she has a size 32 waist.” Her mother giggled. “I think you’re the unicorn butt jessie!” Jessica blushed even harder as she seized the panties from her laughing mother and began to hang them up. “Those are the only kind that you buy for me!” “But they’re so cute!” “They’re embarrassing!” “Then why do you keep wearing them? I bought plenty of solid colour panties as well, but they never seem to turn up in the washing as often…”She trailed off and then looked at her daughters face to see that she was , if possible, even redder. Jennifer laughed to herself again and began hanging up even more of the cartoonish panties on the line. “Now we’re on the topic of underpants, I’ve noticed that your bras are a little too small for you now. Your little boobies just keep growing! So I was thinking that we should go to the clothes store later today to pick up some new bras and you can pick out your own panties!” “Mom!” Jessica squealed, her hands flying to the pieces of anatomy in question. “So it’s confirmed then!” Jennifer said conclusively, and walked to the house, giving her daughters trousers a light tug so that a pale pink waistband came into view, before continuing back to the kitchen. Later that day, Jennifer found herself leading her reluctant daughter to the nearest clothes shop, a multi-storey labyrinth, filled with every kind of clothing imaginable. She had dressed herself with a pair of black leggings, complemented with a white ruffled top and a green cardigan, meanwhile her younger counterpart stuck to a short white skirt and a tight powder blue sleeveless top. “Here we are!” She said brightly as she steered her daughter into the veritable Aladdin’s cave of ladies and girls underwear. “Now - bras.” Jennifer marched towards the section filled with the garments, frog marching Jessica in front of her and pushing her towards a selection. “What are we thinking….you’ll need at least one black, one white and one flesh toned…uhhh and maybe some laced ones! Come on Jess try to get excited! This is time for just us gals!” “80% of our family are female. Only dad is the outlier.” Jessica pointed out. “Alright smarty pants. Well, it’s time for just you and me! Now take these -,” she shoved a handful of bras into her daughters arms, “and try them on!” She smiled again. Jessica groaned and trudged into the fitting room leaving Jennifer to look around while her daughter got changed. The mention of dad had put an idea in her mind, after all it would be his birthday soon and she wanted to ‘properly’ celebrate it. She had caught sight of a series of thongs on the way in and was curious to try them. She was taken out of her thought process when Jessica re-emerged, holding out 3 bras in one hand and 4 in another. “You got changed fast.” Her mother remarked surprised. “Half the bras you found were size D. I’m a C.” “Ah, well that does make sense.” She said holding up the D sized bra and laughing. A slight smile tugged at the corners of Jessica’s mouth as she saw them as well. “Is that a smile I see?” Jennifer teased. “No.” Jessica replied, smiling even more and trying to hide it. “I knew you would lighten up! Now, knickers! What do you want?” “I don’t really know…” Jessica replied uncertainly, taking a look at the vast sea of underwear stretching out before her and frowning. “Something I like?” “Well what do you like?” Jennifer asked, however Jessica only shrugged. “Well what are you wearing right now?” Jennifer asked and walked over to the girl and lifted up her skirt to expose her pastel yellow panties with a pale pink waistband and a design of flutter shy from my little pony on the front and back. “Mom!” Jessica squealed, pushing down on the front of the skirt and blushing as her humiliating panties came into view, as well as an unblocked view of her long pale legs. A couple of girls her age walked past and giggled at the sight of the two, causing Jessica to blush even harder. “I was just checking!” Her mother laughed, letting the skirt fall back into place. “Oh look at those boys over there!” “What?” Jessica said and turned to look as Jennifer seized her skirt and yanked it down to her ankles, leaving the tall girl standing in only her panties. “Mom! What are you doing!?” Jessica squealed again and crouched down to pick up her skirt again. “Just having a little fun!” She giggled, “come on fluttershy, I think I saw some panties more to your liking over there!” As Jennifer walked towards the girls panties section, tailed by her daughter who was still fiddling with the hem of her skirt, she passed by the thongs again and paused. She picked out a white one with red hearts and looked at it. “On second thoughts, Jess, why don’t you find your own panties and I’ll pay for them later I just have something to try on.” Jennifer remarked, still looking at the thong. Jessica took one look at the underwear her mom was holding, winced with disgust and headed away, while Jennifer, made her way back to the fitting rooms. She shut the door behind her and began to strip down. She looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled to herself before pulling down the granny panties and slipping the thong on. The material pulled tight against her skin in all the wrong ways but the way it pulled her butt upwards was too good a look to pass. She decided to take it one step further and pulled off her top and her bra to complete the look, before admiring her almost naked body in the mirror. Eventually she pulled the thong down and left it on the floor with the rest of her clothes. The rest of her clothes? Jennifer checked again and saw to her horror that there was nothing there. She looked desperately around the rest of the changing room but still found nothing. And once more she caught sight of herself in the mirror, but it was not in admiration this time as she saw her completely naked body and felt her heart catch in her throat from panic. She looked down for the thong and was barely able to pull it up her legs before a hand made a swipe for it. Jennifer yanked the thong all the way up and opened the door in fury to see her daughter, taken aback by the doors opening holding all her clothes. Jennifer strode out of the stall after Jessica’s fleeing figure and quickly managed to make a grab for her daughters skirt, missed and ended up with a handful of her panties. Jessica gave a yelp as she was wedgied slightly by the pull and had to turn around to face her mother. Jessica gulped. Jennifer seized the clothes from her hands, naked breasts swaying as she did so and said, “I’ll deal with you later.” Before slamming the changing room door, trying to ignore the startled look of passers by as she did so. A little while later, Jessica, holding a pile of the most embarrassing underwear that Jennifer could find, was standing at the till as her mother paid for the clothes they had bought. Jennifer watched with some satisfaction as Jessica’s skirt, whose buttons had been all but completely undone by herself, began to slide down out of the corner of her eye and fall to the floor to expose the girls underpants to everyone there. Jennifer pretended not to notice as she paid for the clothes as slowly as possible also watching how the cashier was laughing at the sight. “Ma’am, I believe your daughter might need some help.” The cashier said, barely able to control her laughter. “Oh I see!” Jennifer said as loudly as possible. “Your skirt seems to have fallen down dear, well at least you’re wearing your favourite panties!” Jessica squirmed, beetroot in the face and trying to disappear behind the pile of clothes. “I’ll get those for you.” She said and took the pile from her deliberately slowly. Jessica pulled up her skirt as fast as lightning and without missing a beat pulled down her mothers leggings to expose the floral granny panties. Jennifer paused then, thinking over her last decision. “That wasn’t a very good idea to take the clothes from you was it.” She remarked, blushing to the roots of her ears as laughter began to echoe all around her. “Nope.” Jessica replied and pulled down her panties too to reveal her naked bottom.