Miss Ann Jones never meant to turn her only daughter into a home nudist. They were poor when Mindy grew up, with no one to rely on but themselves, and Ann was getting frustrated that as soon as she bought Mindy a new wardrobe, she outgrew it in just a few months. And so Ann figured that she could save some money by just buying her daughter cheap "outside" clothes, as they came to call them. Bras and panties were also cut to save some more cash - if they don't cover anything, why bother?
Mindy was 18 now, and as a result of her upbringing, she was almost always naked inside the house. When getting home from school, she would strip and hand-wash her only school uniform and hang it to dry and be fresh for the next day, and in between, she would be naked. She had some more clothes in her teeny tiny closet, about a single set for each type of activity, like going out, sports, and some emergencies. Whatever old clothes she had, her mom made sure to sell them to finance the next set of clothing.
Mindy loved having clothes; she was a teenage girl after all, and she saw the same commercials and celebrities as her friends saw. But she would never dare ask her mother to spend money on her. And Ann knew it. And besides, it didn't seem like Mindy cared about being naked inside the house, and Ann certainly didn't care. So they just left that at that, even though Mindy was done growing, and money wasn't as tight as before, Ann figured there was no harm in keeping Mindy naked to save up some cash.
They sat in the kitchen just finishing their dinner. Mindy was naked as usual, with blonde hair, big breasts, and a fit figure, all the good qualities she got from her mom, who still possessed them. The only thing she got from her no use of a dad was her brain, which wasn't the brightest. Mindy wiped the spaghetti sauce off her mouth, chest, and breasts, causing her melons to jiggle, "Thanks Mommy, it was delicious. Can I go watch some TV now?"
"Sure baby."
Mindy excused herself, and Ann got to work on the dishes. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
"Mindy!" Her mom called, "can you get that? I'm busy."
"Now?!" Mindy called back from the other room.
They knocked again, "Yes, now Mindy, they're at the door." Such a silly girl, Ann thought.
Ann heard footsteps, a key turning, coughing, and some talking, then the door closed, and Mindy popped into the kitchen holding a letter. "It was some guy," she said, "he said... well, he started saying that it's the home association bill, but then he just stopped talking and just stared... anyway, he said we don't need to worry about this month. 'I got you covered,' he said. What a strange man..." Mindy threw the letter in the trash and went back to see her show.
Ann knew what had happened. That silly girl answered the door naked. And whoever of her neighbors it was, he must have felt that seeing Mindy naked made him owe them something. Not too bad, Mindy, it's quite an expensive bill, Ann thought. This gave Ann an Idea, she called Mindy again to come to the kitchen, and the dutiful daughter reported immediately.
"Honey, can you take out the trash? I just remembered they changed the pickup time, and if we don't put out the trash right now will be stuck with it for days." Ann handed Mindy the bag, "Go on, quickly now," she urged her daughter.
"Amm, but don't I need clothes to..."
"Hurry, I think I can hear the garbage truck coming." She pushed her daughter gently out of the kitchen and gave her a little spank on the ass to send her on her way.
"Ohh, okay, I'll go," the confused teenager said, and ran out the door.
Ann watched as her naked daughter sprinted to put the bag in the bin and then drag it across the driveway to the curve to be picked up. It was funny to see how her ass and tits jiggled as she frantically tried to finish the job as fast as possible. Ann had to admit her daughter was a knocker, even hotter than she was at that age. As Mindy ran back to the house, Ann stood in the doorway blocking Mindy's entry and pretending to look at her phone.
"Shoot! Mindy, I'm sorry, I just checked the email again, and I got confused. It says 7 a.m., not p.m. You need to bring the bin back, or we'll get a fine."
Mindy didn't argue. She bolted back, and as she did so, Ann was the Eriksons, an old couple who lived nearby, doing their regular evening stroll. Ann waved and called them over. Mindy was so worried about getting the job done and getting out of sight that she only noticed the couple when she was about to reenter the house. She was panting, her chest rose up and down as she caught her breath.
"...And there she is," Ann said, still in the doorway blocking the entry. The old couple stood next to her, staring at the naked girl.
"Don't be shy Mindy, say something. Do you remember Ms. Erikson? She used to babysit you sometimes."
"Ohh, amm, hello," Mindy said and waved sheepishly. She casually placed a hand over her big breasts and cupped her pussy with the other hand. It felt like the right thing to do, right? "How are you feeling Ms. Erikson?"
"I am doing just fine Mindy, thank you for asking. Helping your mother I heard, it's good to see you are as nice and polite as you were when you were little."
"Not so little anymore," Mr. Erikson chuckled, a deep and slow chuckle, clearly staring at her breasts.
"Oish you," Ms. Erikson smacked her husband.
"No, he's right," Ann said, "I'm quite proud of how fine she turned out, if I do say so myself. And you should be proud too, silly girl." Ann turned to the old couple, "I'm sorry she gets shy around new people." Ann wrapped her hand across Mindy's shoulder and brought her closer, like a mama bird brought her chicks under her wing, "Are you embarrassed by the Eriksons'? Silly girl, we've all seen you naked; there is no reason to be shy." Ann forced Mindy's hands to the sides, "There we go."
Mindy's face burned red with embarrassment. She wanted to cover so badly, but Mother told her not to, so she kept her hands to the side.
"I think these two are my favorite parts," Ann said and grabbed her daughter's exposed breasts and lifted them up for display, "reminds me of mine."
"Mom!" Mindy tried to protest.
Mr. Erikson ogled and enjoyed the sight, and then Ann struck.
"Say, Bill, can I borrow your lawnmower? The grass is getting tall, and I can call a guy to take care of it, but if I can borrow your lawnmower, Mindy here can cut the grass and save us some bucks." Ann massaged her daughter's tits as if to hypnotize the man.
"Nonsense, that's not a lady's work. I'll come over and do it myself. Just make sure to have the lemonade cool and ready," he winked.
"Ohh, I married a true gentleman," Ms. Erikson said and hugged her husband.
The old couple left, and Ann squeezed her daughter's tits with excitement. This is going to be very useful, Ann thought.
"Amm, mom? Can we go back inside?"
***
The next day, Mindy ate her usual breakfast, a bland cereal with milk, wearing her usual indoor outfit, complete nudity.
"Good morning sunshine!" Ann said as she walked into the kitchen. "I was thinking that we should go to the mall for some shopping today. Buy some clothes. What do you say?"
Mindy perked up and jumped with joy. She loved getting new clothes, it only happens once or twice a year, so this was an amazing surprise. And in the mall?! Whenever they went shopping, it was always a secondhand store with ugly old clothes. Mindy hugged her mother, who hurried her to finish breakfast and get dressed.
The store was massive. Mindy passed by it many times, and today she was actually going to buy something from it. She barely managed to contain her excitement. She ran from one pile of clothes to the next, checking sizes and colors. She and her mom settled on a few shirts, pants, and skirts to try on and went to the changing booths, one next to the other. Once inside, Mindy stripped down and put on the first shirt and pants. They looked great. It was probably the prettiest outfit she had ever worn. Mindy stripped down again to try the next set, but before she could get dressed, the curtain flung open. Her mother opened it so she could talk to her.
"What do you think about this?" Ann said and stepped back to give Mindy a full view of the dress she was trying out, and as a result of stepping back, everyone walking passed the changing booths could see Mindy naked inside, and she could see everyone who saw her.
"Mom!" Mindy cried and covered herself.
"Well? What do you think? Does it look good?"
Mindy checked her mother out, "yes, it looks great."
Two boys walked past and stopped dead when they saw Mindy, and then they just stood there and watched.
"What about you?" Ann asked, "can I see your outfit?"
Mindy closed the curtain and began to dress, but her mother reopened it right when she was pulling the pants up, meaning she had no free hands to cover, and the two boys who still stood there got an unobscured view of Mindy's perfect tits.
"Silly, why did you close it? I said I want to see." Ann said.
Mindy pulled the pants up, and Ann suggested to her daughter that she should try one of the shirts Mom had picked up for her, because it would pair nicely with the pants. Mindy put it on, exposing her tits in the process. The shirt did match the pants, but it was ridiculously small. Mindy's midriff was exposed, and the shirt squeezed her tits; they were almost flowing out of the shirt, and her nipples poked through.
"I don't know..." Ann said, and then she called one of the staff to have a look at the lewd outfit. "What do you think?" Ann asked the store worker, a young girl. She stared in disbelief.
"I... think it might be too small. This can't be comfortable for you, can it?" the staff girl asked.
"Not really," Mindy concurred.
"So, Mindy, go and fetch a larger size, I'll be here changing," Ann said and sent her daughter on a wild goose chase while wearing the smallest shirt she could find. Mindy wouldn't find any version of this shirt in her size since Ann picked it up in the kids' section. But this would give Ann plenty of time for the next part of her plan.
When Mindy finally came back empty-handed and a shade redder, Ann was already back in her own clothes, holding the items she had picked for herself.
"Mindy, we are running late, so be quick and pick whatever you like, and let's go pay for it."
Mindy felt the pressure to make a good decision; she probably won't get another chance in a long time to shop here, so it has to be perfect. "But I haven't tried all the clothes yet."
"So be quick." Ann urged her. "I'll help."
Ann walked into the booth and pulled her daughter's pants down as Mindy pulled the shirt off. Ann deliberately kept the curtain open. Whenever Mindy tried to close it, Ann either pulled a shirt on her or off her and kept telling her naive daughter they didn't have time. There was a crowd gathering next to them. The milf who kept stripping her daughter was a good show.
"Excuse me!" a voice called from the crowd, "Excuse me!" The store manager made his way past the crowd and faced Ann and Mindy, who were in the process of pulling some pants up.
"Excuse me," he repeated calmly this time, "you can't do that."
"Do what, sir?" Ann asked, playing dumb.
"You can't try on clothes without wearing underwear. This is very unsanitary."
"Oh, I'm sorry sir," Mindy said and began to pull the pants down. The prospect of doing something wrong and the need to fix it completely wiped her worries about being seen naked. There was only a place for one problem at a time in her brain.
"Yes, we are very sorry. Mindy, put your clothes back on, and let's go. I'll meet you at the registry."
Ann left Mindy alone, who closed the curtain in a yelp once she realized how many people were staring at her.
At the registry, Ann waited for her daughter. After 10 minutes, she finally showed up, naked and covering her private parts, running toward her mother.
Ann tried to contain her smirk. "Hey sweetie, what's the matter? Couldn't you find anything you like? That's okay, maybe this place is too fancy for you."
"It's not that Mom. I can't find my clothes."
"What?!" Ann tried not to laugh; the way her daughter was desperately trying to cover herself was just too adorable. "I demand to see the manager!"
The young cashier boy hadn't taken his eyes off Mindy's ass as he called the manager.
"What seems to be the problem?" the manager asked.
"The problem is that you people stole my daughter's clothes," Ann faked the angriest tone she could, making a scene.
"I'm sure that is not the case. Girl, where did you leave your clothes?" He asked.
Mindy crouched to have more modesty, and she began to talk when her mother cut her off, "Don't patronize my daughter! Do you think she is so stupid as not to remember where she put her own clothes?"
"That's not what I meant. Please, ma'am, if we can just calm down for a sec..."
"Calm down?! Calm down?! I'll tell you exactly what happened. When she went to find some clothes, one of your employees took her own clothes from the changing booth, and then you showed up, telling us she can't wear any of the store clothes."
"I.. Well..." The store manager paused. "That could have happened, yes, but you can just buy the clothes and wear them."
"Oh, so now you are forcing me to choose between spending money on your overpriced shirts or letting my daughter walk around naked? You sick pervert." Ann grabbed Mindy and brought her closer as if to protect her.
"No!" the store manager freaked out. "No, of course not. Here, look, you can use my points to get whatever you need, free of charge." he gave the cashier his card.
Ann stopped. "Great," she said, and smiled, and handed the cashier the clothes she had picked out for herself: an expensive pile of dresses and sexy lingerie, with smart shirts and slick pants to match. As the cashier beeped the items off, Mindy was still naked, standing next to her mother. Everyone expected that once the first item had passed, the mother would hand it to her naked daughter, but instead, they just waited. Eventually, the manager's card maxed out.
"I'm sorry," the cashier said. "That's all the points it got."
Ann looked at Mindy, "Sorry baby, it seems like there isn't enough for clothes for you."
Mindy's face fell, "that's fine Mom, I understand."
"Good girl. What do you say we get ice cream on the way home to make it up to you?"
Mindy lit up, "can it be from the fancy place? I mean, if it's not too much."
"Sure, why not?" Ann said, and Mindy hugged her.
The cashier packed all the clothes into bags and handed them to Ann.
"Can you hold this?" Ann handed two of the bags to Mindy, who was so psyched about the ice cream she forgot she was in a public place and did as her mother told her, taking the bags and exposing herself, ass, pussy, and tits for all to see.
"I think I'll get the strawberry," Mindy said as they walked out of the store. And Ann tucked the clothes she had stolen from her daughter deeper into her purse, so they wouldn't peek out. She could sell them later. Mindy won't mind.
"You can even get two flavors," Ann said, and Mindy practically ran towards the ice cream shop, her tits swinging and ass cheeks clapping. Ann looked at her dumb daughter from behind and thought:
This dumb girl is going to make me a lot of money.