No more than the zipper hit bottom she moved her hands a let her skirt fall to the ground. She then turned back to face me and kicked her skirt at me....ow standing before me was my mom wearing nothing but a black shear bra, matching panties, a black garter with black hose and high heels. Through her bra I could see the dark circles of her nipples and her areoles straining against the sheer fabric."Mom what are you doing?" I stammered in disbelieve"Young man I will not having you out there. "He handed me a pair of grey silky, shiny nylon stockings and amatching obviously feminine panty. By this time, I didn't balk whenhe asked me to put it on over my flesh-tone gaff. Hell, I wasmodelling women's nylons. It made sense to wear underwear thatmatched the stockings. I checked how I looked in the full-lengthmirror on the bathroom door, only to hear him tell me to shorten thegarter tabs to pull the corset down to where it belonged.It didn't make sense to me. The corset almost completely. ‘How was it for you?’ ‘I was nervous. You know that. The first time – I was afraid it would hurt. But Birgit was so gentle.’ He nodded, happy that it had worked so well. After a pause, Liz said, ‘At the beginning, when you were – you know …’ ‘Taking care of myself?’ ‘Yes, then. We were watching you – we could see you through that mirror. Did you know?’ ‘No. But I guessed.’ ‘The thing is it got to me very quickly, you using Birgit’s panties. I started … well, warming myself up. Birgit was. I had a hard day concentrating, not getting much done at work. Every attractive woman I saw made me think of Michelle or Jacqui. I spent the day thinking about that night. If not anticipating Michelle making love to Mike, it was my first date with a girl other than Michelle since we got married and the potential for sex with Jacqui kept me on edge all day. I hadn’t mentioned to Jacqui that I planned to watch Michelle with Mike. Would that repulse her? Make her call off our night? Thrilled and.