Daughters Prom Dress (Closed for Camelfuzz)

Abbey Logan, a cute short haired Pixie, was excited. She had been waiting for years for this moment. Senior Prom it was finally coming. That meant Clothes shopping, shoe shopping and being alone with her mom, Cathy.

She remembered how jealous she was when her older sister, Emily had gotten to spend all that time alone with mom. Cathy was a Nurse and did a lot of volunteer work, and raising 3 daughters with a husband who traveled three days a week didn';t leave a lot of one on one time for the girls and their mom.

They were a close family, and did a lot together. But Prom dress shopping was one on one time with mom that Abbey craved. She rn home from school so excited. Her mom was in the kitchen fixing her birthday dinner for tomorrow night. When Cathy saw her middle daughter, she sighed at the passage of time.

"Mom look it's here, it's prom season." Abbey shouted excitedly. "I can't wait to go shopping with you, and to get our hair and nails done. Me and mom all day together that'll be so awesome. She jumped up and hugged her mom, then ran off to send an email to Emily to ask her advice on dresses, and more importantly, what to wear underneath it.

Cathy was excited about shopping with her daughter too. It was a lot of fun to have a girls day out with your adult daughter, even if that meant that you weren't going to be the prom queen. She sighed again, as sheheard the door close. Her youngest daughter Megan walked in with her husband.

Megan was pissed about something, but then again what 8th grade girl wasn't pisssed at her parents 24/7. Cathy kissed her husband, and asked "so Honey how was your day?"

Mark Logan lovingly kissed his wife back as he walked in the door. "Work was good, sold another house today! But then I caught this one smoking when I picked her up from cheerleader practice" he says as he frowns toward Megan, as she stomps off to her room.

"But we can talk about that later, dinner smells fantastic!" He says as he gives his wife a pinch on her firm assume. To this day he was amazed at how beautiful and sexy she was. He was proud of her, and how beautiful his daughters were growing up to be. "How has everyone else's day been?"

"Mine was great Daddy," Abbey announced. "They told us the theme for the Prom and that means mommy and I can start dress shopping."

Cathy smiles at her middle daughters exuberance. "Scoot you," she tells Abbey. "Otherwise you'll spoil your birthday surprise for tomorrow."

Cathy chuckles as her always horny husbands grabs her ass. She playfully smacks his hands. "No dessert until after dinner she scolds him. Now go wash up." as she bends over to check on teh birthday meal she is starting to prepare for Abbey.

Mark playfully pouts at Cathy, "aww but dessert is the best part!" He says with a wink, and watches as his wife bends over for him. With a smile he walks off to the nearest bathroom to wash his hands.

Seeing Abbey washing up there also, he can't help but notice how much she looks like her mom. The same long hair, same pretty eyes, even the same body shape. Though Abbey's was still gravity defying pert. "Hey Bug, so you're excited about prom dress shopping, huh?" He asked, " what is the theme this year?"

As she answered, his mind drifted to his own prom, where he had met Cathy. He could still remember exactly the dress she wore, and how much fun they had together while their actual dates were mind numbing lyrics boring. As his mind drifted to the fun they had after ditching their dates and leaving the prom, Mark brought himself back to listen to his daughter.

"It's a luau. They're gong to have fire dancers and hula girls. Some of my girlfriends are going in just bikini bottoms and coconut bras. Zoe said she was going in a gras skirt with nothing underneath. I think she's just joking though. I would love to wear a coconut bra but I don't think my boobs are big enough," she said pouting. "I might just wear a Sarong with a slit to my thigh."

She said squeezing past him in the small bathroom the subjects of discussion dragging across his chest as she passed him.

"Wow, proms have changed a lot since your mom and I went" Mark said as he imagined his daughters friends. They were all incredibly attractive, he already had trouble not staring when they were over swimming in their pool. Imagining them prancing around in coconut bras was incredible!

He thought even his daughter, despite her protestations would look great. Not that he liked the thought of a bunch of 18 yr old boys seeing her like that. "Hon, you would look great in anything" he said before kissing her forehead as she squeezed by him. The feeling of her young perky breasts was not lost on him, but he tried to ignore the pervy thoughts running across his head.

Slowly he washed his hands, trying to clear his head before before going back for dinner. Walking up behind his wife he hugs her, wrapping his arms around her body and kissing her neck as he looked at what she was cooking

Megan, walks in teh kitchen still in a bad mood. "Eww you guys stop.Yuck!" she says as she opens the fridge and reaches for a piece of pie.

"YOung lady," her mom scolds her. We are about to have dinner. No pie."

"But mom..."

"Stop!" her mother says before her whining ruins her mood. "You are in big trouble already. Go set the table."

"But it's Abbeys turn..." Megan says

"I didn't ask whose turn it is, I told you to do it." she says glaring at her youngest daughter. Megan stomps out of the room and Cathy turns to her husband. Thank God she's the last one to go through puberty she says to her husband. I can't handle another.

Marks hands slide down and rest on Cathy's firm round ass. "I know right! Why are they always so difficult at this age?" He jokes. "But we always make it through ok. Look at Abby! She was really tough, but she's turned into a great young woman!"

He leans in to kiss his bride, his hands gripping her ass as he pulls her in close, enjoying the smell of her skin, and the smooth warmth of her body. "You have especially done a great job. I'm so glad I married you!" He says as he releases her. "We should probably get in there before the girls track us down." He says as he grabs some food and heads to the dining room.

Chuckling at her horny husbands antics, she follows with the rest of the meal. She sees the table had everything on it, but it wasn't really set. Deciding not to make a big deal out of it, for her own mental health, she called "Abbey, Megan Dinner."