Note: Please let me know if you have any suggestions or if I should continue posting Pippa's stories. I know this vignette is rather short, but I had a fun time writing it. This is a total work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen and PLEASE vote.
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Pippa was a pretty eighteen year old girl who had just started attending the local junior college. She was a popular student with excellent grades and seemed to get along with everyone. Pippa was extremely attractive; tall, but not too tall: 5'7," slender, but not skinny: 115 pounds, with a great figure: 32C breasts, a narrow waist: 24 inches and nice round hips: 32 inches. She had a "peaches and cream" complexion and twinkling green eyes that complimented her ready smile. All this framed by her thick, shoulder length strawberry-blond hair.
Pippa had had a boyfriend, but Steve had been a year ahead of her, and had gone off to college, never to be heard from again. They use to kiss a lot and had been involved in some heavy petting, but it never seemed to evolve any further. Steve had wanted to "go all the way" before he'd left, and Pippa yearned to as well, but she didn't want to go that far when in her heart, she wasn't sure if she would ever see him again. She didn't have a current boyfriend. It seemed that most of the guys at school did not seem to have the confidence to even approach her, and those who did were all jerks who only wanted to get in her pants.
Pippa lived at home with her mom, Allison, and dad, Roger. Her older brother Wally, had moved out when he left for college. They lived in a nice house in a middle class neighborhood. One thing about their home which she really liked was the way her bedroom was arranged. When in or on her bed, she had a direct view into her parents' bedroom. For whatever reason, unless they wanted total privacy, they tended to never completely close their bedroom door. Pippa couldn't count the number of nights she had sat on her bed, in the dark, watching her parents disrobe. She inevitably got a warm tingly feeling every time she watched her dad unknowingly expose his thick penis. For some reason she also liked watching her mom too.
Both her parents seemed to prefer sleeping in the nude, and whenever her mom slipped out of her bra and panties, Pippa could not help but admire her mom's figure. Allison was definitely a more mature version of her daughter, and Pippa often wondered if she would be lucky enough to inherit her mom's full curves. One of the things that Pippa marveled at was her mother's large pendulous breasts. Due to their size, they tended to sag a bit, but Pippa thought they looked oh so nice. As a bit of general knowledge she had gleaned from their shopping trips and from doing the laundry, Pippa knew they were a good 38D. Pippa was also well aware that whenever she and her mom went shopping together, they inevitable caused men's heads to turn! Although no one ever mentioned it, she instinctively knew that her mom was also well aware of all this attention as she always seemed to have a little extra skip in her step as they paraded around from one store to the next.
On that note, Pippa's mother had recently asked Pippa to accompany her on a shopping spree. "Your Dad is taking me out on the town for our anniversary and I want to get something to wear that's really special. Would you like help me find something that's new and exciting?" She had asked.
Pippa and her mother spent the whole day at the mall, but just couldn't seem to find anything that "worked." They eventually ended up at a little shop that catered to a "well endowed clientele," as the sales lady described their selections. Sure enough, they found a simple black dress that looked like it could definitely work. "Let's go try this one on and see how it looks." Mom said as she headed back toward the dressing rooms.
"I'll wait out here." Pippa said.
"No, come in and help me. I'd really want your input on this."
They both stepped into the small dressing room and as her mother disrobed, Pippa removed the dress from it's hanger and then helped her mom slip it over her head. "This reminds me of that dress Marilyn Monroe wore in that movie 'The Seven Year Itch.' I don't know that I've ever worn an outfit with this halter style top," she mused as they adjusted the fit. "I'll probably need to find a halter bra of some kind to wear with this."
"Mom, I know it's not your style, but I think this dress is designed to be worn without a bra. It looks like, the way it's designed, it will still give you plenty of support on it's own."
"Do you really think so?"
"Well, let's see. Let's take off your bra and we'll check it out."
Pippa's mom deftly unfastened the hooks and slipped the bra off handing it to Pippa who promptly hung it on one of the nearby hooks. She watched as her mom arranged her breasts into the cups of the dress. Then Pippa helped fastened the support strap around her mom's neck. Examining herself in the mirror Allison asked, "Well, what do you think? How do I look?"
"Mom, you look incredible! So sexy!"
"I think it makes me look trashy."
"Are you kidding!?! I think you look HOT! Here let me help make sure you're properly tucked into this."