Getting Ready for the Ball

Thursday morning, after John had left for work, Martha sat down with Melissa. "Honey, your dad agreed to let you go out with Brad, but he doesn't want you to go alone. He said if you went, I would have to go with you. Do you think that might be okay?"

"I don't know if Brad'll like it."

"I talked to Brad last night and he thinks it will work out fine. He's planning to pick us up at quarter to nine. That means you're going to be out way past your bedtime. It may be one or two o'clock in the morning before we get home, so here's what I want you to do. I want you to take a nice long nap this afternoon, and I'll have you take another nap tomorrow afternoon. Tonight you can stay up late and watch television."

"How late?"

"At least past midnight."

"Wow, I don't stay up that later on New Years."

"I know, Sweetheart, but I'm going to try to turn you in a night owl so you don't fall asleep in the middle of your first date."

"Mom, I always have trouble getting to sleep in the afternoon."

"I know, but I"ll give you something to help you get to sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now we need to talk about what you are going to wear."

"Can't I just wear jeans and a T-shirt?"

"Honey, I think you ought to wear a skirt."

"Why?"

"Because you'll look prettier, and it will make things much easier for Brad."

"Why will it be easier?"

"I'll let you figure that out for yourself. Now let's go see what skirts you have in your closet."

None of the skirts in Melissa's closet were appropriate for a date. Her two new dresses which she wore to Sunday School were too dressy for a casual date. She had grown so much during the past year that nearly all of her other skirts were too tight in the waist.

"Honey, while you take your nap, I'll go to the mall and find something for you to wear."

After lunch, Martha sent Melissa to her room for a nap. Then Martha called a neighbor to come over and watch her soaps at Martha's house while Melissa slept. Before the neighbor arrived, she went to the den and got a bottle of brandy and a small glass.

When she got to Melissa's room, Melissa was in bed wearing just her bra and panties, but still awake. She poured about a shot of brandy into the glass and said. "Honey, I want you to sip this really slow. Don't try to drink it fast. Just take a little at a time."

Melissa took a sip. "Wow, that stings like a sour-apple gum-ball."

Martha laughed at her daughter's reaction to the brandy. Melissa took another sip. "Gee Mom, it kind of burns all the way down."

"Yes, it does. Just sip it nice and slow."

It took Melissa several minutes to finish the glass. Then Martha tucked her daughter in and said "Try to rest for at least . . ." But before Martha could finish, Melissa was sound asleep.

When Martha arrived at the mall, she went directly to The Fashion Zone, a store that specialized in trashy clothes for teenage girls. She found a white denim low-raise miniskirt. The distance between the waistband and the hem a little less than seven inches. It was just the perfect skirt for a date.

Next she looked around for a top to go with the skirt. She finally settled on a short white silk camisole that would just barely cover Melissa's breasts. Martha arranged the skirt and top on a counter and try to imagine the two items on Melissa body. Yes, Melissa's well-developed body would be exposed from the top of pubis to the lower edge of her boobs. Martha smiled. Friday night was going to be very special.

After paying for the skirt and cami, Martha went to The Panty Line to find some suitable underwear for Melissa to wear on her date. She thought about a thong or G-string with a matching bra. Everything looked sexy, but not sexy enough. Martha thought, "What would be sexier than a pair of sexy panties?" In a flash the answer came to her, a shaved pussy with no panties at all.

She returned the G-strings and thongs to their appropriate bins, and headed over to Green's Drugstore. There she picked-up a package of disposable razors and a can of feminine shaving gel. Then she checked out some of the depilatories. She thought if Melissa was shaved and then depilated, her pussy would as smooth and bare as any of her classmates.

But after reading the warnings on the packages of depilatories, she decided against using one. Every one of them warned about the possibility of a rash on "the sensitive skin of those intimate areas." While Martha was fully expecting Melissa's cunt to be red and sore on Saturday morning after her date with Brad, she didn't want it to be the red and sore on Friday night before the date.

Martha would go home now and shave Melissa; then she would shave her again tomorrow afternoon. Shaving her twice should result in the nice fresh pussy. She wanted Melissa's pussy to be fresh for Brad. In fact, she vowed that, from now on, she would shave Melissa at least once a week and once more just before the girl was going out on a date. All of Melissa's dates would find a nice fresh pussy between her daughter's legs. From her own experience, she knew that having her pussy shaved always made her horny. She hoped it would have the same effect on Melissa.

As she was leaving the drugstore, Martha looked at a rack in front of the shoe store. A pair of white platform sandals with three-inch heels caught her eye. Just what she needed to complete Melissa's outfit. She bought them and then headed for home.

When she got home, Betty, her neighbor, was waiting to leave. The soaps had ended ten minutes earlier. Martha went to check on Melissa and found the girl still fast asleep. So she went across the hall to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes and got into the shower. It had been five days since she had shaved, so in order to set a good example for her daughter, Martha shaved under her arms and between her legs. Then she slipped on a robe and went back across the hall to wake Melissa.

"How do you feel, Honey?"

"Oh wow, I feel great. That's the first time I can ever remember taking a real nap in the afternoon."

"If you stay up late tonight and get up early tomorrow morning, you'll want to take a nap tomorrow afternoon too. But right now I want to start getting you ready for your date. Come on over to Mommy's bathroom."

When they got to the bathroom, Martha asked her daughter to take off her bra and panties. "You want to be clean and fresh so you smell nice for Brad, don't you?"

"Yeah. What do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything; I'll do all the work. I want you to lie back while a shave under your arms and between you legs."

"Wow, that'll be neat. I don't like having all this hair. None of the girls in my class have hair growing there." Melissa paused for a moment and then asked, "Mom, do you shave, you know, down there?"

"I sure do; wanna see?"

"Can I?" Martha responded by opening her robe. The little girl's eyes open wide and her tongue traced a slow circle around her lips as she feasted her eyes on her mother's deliciously bald cunt. "Will mine look pretty like that after you shave it?"

"I'm sure it will. Let's get stated."

Martha washed Melissa under the arms and between the legs. Then, using a generous handful of gel, she lathered Melissa's armpits and crouch. Using a brand-new razor she carefully stoked the razor through Melissa's armpits removing the dark filaments of premature hair from the girl's underarms. Next she continued by shaving the child's vulva. First, she denuded the thick patch of pubic hair form the girl's mound. Then she guided the blade downward and parallel to the margins of Melissa's outer lips. She rolled Melissa back on her shoulders so she carefully removed the fuzzy and a few stray strands of hair from the perineum and the area surround Melissa tight little asshole. After rinsing the areas with a wet washcloth, Martha lathered the areas again and shaved a second time but stroking the razor in different directions to insure removal of all stubble.

Following a second rinse, Melissa was as hairless as any of her classmates. Martha leaned back and admired her handy work. There was no doubt about it; Melissa had one the prettiest little prick-milker any man could ever hope to cream. Martha ran her hand over the smooth thick lips. Now that Melissa's vulva was bare, it was surprising how the swell of her pud stood out in sharp relief from the rest of her body. Using both hands, Martha gently open Melissa's petals and peeked inside her daughter's little meat pie. Two little strips of vertical bacon joined together at the top of her pink oval to form a loose wrap around a curious clitoris which was peeking back at Martha.

Martha touched the exposed pink of the child's tumescence bud. Melissa inhaled sharply and bit into her lower lip. Martha was tempted to suck her daughter off right then and there, but didn't for the same reason she had asked Brad not the masturbate. She wanted Melissa as hot and horny as possible for her first date.

Martha took Melissa by the hand and led her into the bedroom. "Honey, I want you to try on your outfit for tomorrow night." She helped the girl into her new clothes and sandals. Then she asked Melissa turn all the way around very slowly. The effect was everything Martha had hoped for. Melissa looked like a junior high slut ready to be fucked. Without panties or bra, the skirt and cami offered no protection. Her pussy and tits were totally available for inspection, exploration, and stimulation.

With Melissa facing away, Martha asked her daughter to touch her toes. As she did so, everything became visible - a tight little brown sphincter and below that a crease framed by two pads of pudgy, pussy meat. Still lower, and further back, behind her knees, a pair tits capped with brown-berry nipples were exposed by a cami which fell around the girl's neck.

After Melissa had returned to an upright position, Martha opened her closet door and let Melissa see herself in the full-length mirror which hung on the inside of the door. "What do you think, Honey?"

"Gee-wiz, I look so grown-up; I can't believe it's me."

"Do you like looking grown-up?"

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna like being grown-up and learning how to do grown-up stuff." Then Melissa paused for a moment, gave her mother a serious look and said, "Mom, tomorrow night are you going to let Brad and me do some grown-up stuff?"

"Honey, I'm going to make sure Brad teaches you how to do every grown-up thing he can think of."

"Wow, that sounds neat."

The next day went according to plan. After getting up early and going to bed late the night before, Melissa took a nice long, afternoon nap without any brandy. Martha got her up around 5:00 just in time for supper at 5:30. After supper, Mr. Baker retired to the livingroom to watch television and Martha and Melissa went upstairs to get ready for their night out.

In the bathroom, Martha had Melissa remove all her clothes. Then Martha shaved Melissa as she had done the day before. "Now you look nice and clean on the outside, but I think we ought to make sure your nice and clean on the inside as well."

"How do we do that?"

"Well, first you can start by brushing your teeth and I'll get the other stuff ready."

While Melissa was brushing, Martha went to the closet and got out a medium-size enema bulb, a douche bag and a tube of K-Y jelly. She filled the bulb with warm soapy water, and then asked Melissa kneel on all fours in the bathtub. She adjusted Melissa's position so her head was resting on her arms at the bottom of the tub while her ass was held as high as possible.

Martha lubed her middle finger with K-Y jelly and slowly slipped the slippery digit up Melissa's ass. Melissa looked up and back at her mother and said, "Gee this is just like when you take my temperature back there."

Martha smiled then removed her finger and slowly inserted the tip of the bulb into Melissa's tight little pooper. Using both hands, Martha squeezed the bulb forcing the warm, soapy liquid into Melissa's rectum. "Oh golly, it's filling me up . . . Oh Mom I got to go really bad."

"I know Sweetheart, but I want you to hold it as long as you can. I'm gonna slip my finger in and I want to squeeze my finger. It'll help you to hold it, okay?"

"I'll try, but I really have to go. Oh Mommy, my stomach feels really full. It hurts!"

"I know; those are cramps. Just take a nice deep breath and let it out nice and slow."

Melissa followed her mother's instructions, and managed to hold the first enema for about eight minutes. Her first discharge was brown and smelly. Martha gave her daughter three more enemas. These became progressively easier for Melissa to hold. By the time of her fourth irrigation she appeared to be enjoying the full, warm feeling of having liquid sloshing around in her bowls. Her last discharge was clear with just a sleight soapy smell.

Martha looked at the toilet bowl and smiled. "If Brad wants to fuck Melissa's in the ass, he won't get shit all over his cock." The thought made her smile.

Next Martha had Melissa lay back in the bathtub in the frog position. She filled her douche bag to the brim with warm water and vinegar. She hung the bag on the shower-curtain rod. Then she inserted the nozzle into Melissa's fledgling vagina. She released the clap flooding the eight-year old's cunt with warm water. " Oh Mommy, that feels super good. Wow, I can't believe how good that feels. I wish it would squirt inside me like this forever."

Martha watched the liquid trickle out from between the lips of Melissa's cunt. It trickled around the end of the nozzle, down over her anus, into the tub, and out the drain. Martha thought to herself, "There will be something else trickling out of that hole before the night's over." The thought made Martha shiver with delight. Martha checked her watch, 7:18, an hour and a half and then the real fun would begin. She couldn't wait.

After the douche bag had emptied its self into Melissa's cute little cunt, Martha removed the nozzle and began filling the tub with warm water. She added bubble-bath and some scented oils to the water. When the tub was well-filled, she turned off the water, and told her daughter, "I want you to soak about 20 minutes; then we'll get you ready."

Martha used the next 20 minutes to lay out her clothes, put away the enema bulb and douche bag. She slipped the K-Y jelly into her purse. Then she laid out a comb, hairbrush, nail file, shampoo, and the hair dryer she would need to put the finishing touches on her daughter's toilette.

Martha returned to the bathroom where she shampooed Melissa's hair. As Melissa climbed out of the tube, Martha wrapped her in a big fluffy bath towel. Melissa sat on a stool while Martha combed and dried the girl's hair. Then Martha brushed Melissa's hair until it was as shiny as the coat of a beautiful black panther. Finally she brushed it back into a ponytail which she held in place with a white scrunchie. A little filing and polishing of Melissa's nail, both finger and toe nails, and Melissa was ready to get dressed.

Melissa asked about underwear. Martha explained that, "when girls wear short skirts and tops their panties and bras can sometimes show and it doesn't look good for a girl to flash her under-things. A girl should never go around showing her underwear."

"But won't I be showing something else?"

"Well, if you do, I'm sure Brad won't mind."

Melissa smiled. "I'm pretty sure he won't mind, but I thought you might."

"Slip on the skirt and cami and your sandals."

When the little girl was dressed, Martha open her closet door so Melissa could see herself in the mirror. "Oh golly, Mom, I'm beautiful."

"Yes, you are."

"Mom, should I put on some makeup?"

"No, Sweetheart, you're perfect just the way you are. But I don't think your dad will think you're perfect. He may not like the way you're dressed. So here's what we need to do. Brad should be here in about ten-minutes. I'll get dressed and go down and meet him. When he's ready to go, I'll call for you to come down. You and I will go into the livingroom to give your dad a goodbye kiss and a hug. You walk behind me and when we get to the side of Dad's chair you come around me and give your dad a quick kiss and a hug. Then when you're finished, I'll kiss your Dad and you get around behind me, and walk out into the hall before he can get a good look at what you're wearing. Okay."

"That sounds pretty neat. Do you think it'll work?"

"I hope so. We'll have to give it a try and see how it goes."