The envelope lay opened on Helen's bed. Caroline was in her mother's room looking for something and noticed the formal dinner invitation from their neighbours. It was an invitation for Helen and 'friend'; an idea was forming in Caroline's mind. She wandered off into her mother's bathroom.
Her mother was sitting naked from the waist down with her legs either side of her bidet washing herself. Caroline was used to seeing her mother naked and neither thought anything of seeing each other in similarly intimate positions. At school of course things such as showers were communal so Caroline's ideas of privacy were somewhat vague.
Helen was 36 and it was obvious that she and Caroline were related. The nature of their relationship was not obvious, they could have been sisters. Completing her morning ablutions she agreed to Caroline's request that she be her 'friend' for the evening.
Helen and David were occasional sexual partners. Caroline's father was often absent for weeks on end on business and at nearly 70 was no longer able to satisfy the woman who had been a mere girl when he seduced her. He and Helen turned a blind eye to each other's little infidelities. Hugh was still putting his penis in his secretaries' mouths and Helen had a small circle of men she could rely upon for discrete satisfaction. She had flirted with the group scene back on the mainland and enjoyed the touch of a woman from time to time.
She had no idea about her daughter's desires but would not have been surprised that an 'older' man figured in then. Had she not fulfilled her desire to make love to her father by allowing Hugh to seduce her all those years ago?
Helen rang David and told him that she and Caroline would be over late in the afternoon for pre-dinner drinks and to meet his guests. Helen asked whether David might like her spend the night and he agreed explaining that he'd hired Charlotte and Sam for his business guest. Helen was not the least surprised by this. She had personally put her virtue on the line to cement deals for her husband.
Caroline was highly excited and set about preparing herself for what she hoped would be a memorable evening. She borrowed a dress from her mother but as she modelled it Helen could see the panties Caroline wore catching the material of the dress and ruining the line as it fell along her adolescent curves. The same problem would emerge if she wore a bra. Caroline's underwear drawer yielded only cotton panties, white, pink , powder blue and other girlish colours and although brief as befitted a slender teenager they would all cause the same problem.
Pulling the dress over her head her mother offered to provide a pair of her panties. Helen often went without underwear but retained a selection of silk garments for special occasions. Helen didn't like the fashion for thongs and having worn one once discarded it with the distainful epithet that it made her "feel like a whore". She was happy to wear small silky briefs and if she wanted to feel the sensual rub of silk on her sex when wearing a dress likely to 'show' she had a small selection of handcrafted silk undercovers. These consisted of a small patch of silk weave with a thread of silk running from each corner and connecting at her rear. In essence a traditional G-string. Helen's bottom was slender and girlish. She preferred that if she wore something to hide her sex that her bottom either be cupped by the cling of panties or for there only to be the merest hint of thread. The idea of a patch of cloth above her rear cleft appalled her. Her favourite was a little G-string with a silk triangle that barely covered her front from her hairline to about half way along her lips. From there a tiny strand of silk ran along and often between her lips up between her cheeks and connected with the two strands running from the front of the garment around and over her hips to her rear. This she offered to Caroline.
There was a problem. Helen by an odd coincidence was one of Rachel the intimate hairdresser's clients. Her naturally blonde curls had been tamed and now a close inspection of her sex was unimpeded by any hair. She wore her pubic hair in a small elegant triangle that tapered to the top of her cleft. Twice a week she had an 'Anal'. This involved a local therapist administering an enema and ensuring that her rear entrance remained as pink, clean and beautiful as her front. The problem was that she had not always been so bare and naturally her daughter straight from a single sex boarding school was a little unkempt below. Like many women who were lightly haired the problem was not one of density but of extent. Caroline's pubic hair ran in an undisciplined manner in the normal pattern across her pubic bone along her sex lips with a tight curl above the start of her cleft and a little further along towards her rear entrance. The result was that her nether curls escaped the confines of the exquisitely crafted garment.
Helen didn't expect that her daughter would be closely inspected that evening but was a perfectionist so after a little discussion she and Caroline agreed that a trim might be in order. The only person capable of helping was Helen so with a gentle depilatory cream and scissors she went to work on her daughter's most intimate places. Caroline's hymen was clearly visible as she lay back spreading her legs for her mother's ministrations. It took half an hour but the result was stunning. The little garment would now be a perfect fit.
There was another problem. The chosen dress was dark blue with a plunging back.
