Dressing Up Reese
by tannim
January 26, 2013

	Things were funny looking upside down.  Reese liked floating upside down in the water.  It could happen any time for the seven year old otter, since her vaginal mound tended to be more buoyant than her torso and head.  She could hold her breath long enough to enjoy the view for a while.

	She looked down to see the sky and her legs jutting into it below her.  They had to be held still to keep from rocking but it almost looked like the sky was the water and she were in a cave.  The pool floor above her did have a cave-like shine to it from the watery sunlight.  Oh well, as pretty as it was, it was rather dull.

	Reese swung her legs forward and pushed her arms back to flip upright in the water to make the scene reverse itself.  Sky was up, water was down, and she took deep breaths again.  Almost time to go.

	By the time she swam to the side and climbed out her mom was already opening the door to call her in.  Margaret tossed her a towel before and helped scrub it down her sleek fur.  Thankfully drying off didn't take long for an otter.

	"Have a good swim?"

	"It was ok.  Is dad home yet?"

	"Not yet.  He's still picking your friends up.  You should get dressed though.  You're not going out naked!" Margaret pushed on her daughter's shoulders on the way to her room. "Most girls don't get the luxury of going around home bottomless all the time."

	Reese waddled as quickly as she could with her vulva bumping into her legs with each step. "It's not my fault clothes don't fit down there.  Daddy likes it." She giggled. "He likes watching me swim and dance too."

	"Yes, but he's a male and can't control what he likes.  We females can.  You like teasing him and you like not looking like a girl doing it.  Well, you can like looking like one, too.  How about wearing one of the dresses I bought you.  You can like those too, can't you?" Margaret ignored the dark look the seven year old gave her. "They are NOT ugly."

	"I like jeans, dresses make me look funny!" Reese waddled to the closet and pulled out her special pants.

	The girl carried them to her bed and scooted backward onto it to work her left leg into its slot and her right into the other.  Margaret crouched down to pull the enormous fabric groin cup over Reese's oversized vulva, then let her daughter work the twelve buttons that held it in place.  Dressing her daughter wasn't too hard, but Reese had trouble doing it by herself for some types of clothing.

	"Really, a dress is so much easier than pants.  You can do it by yourself easily.  You do look so pretty in them too."

	"No! The button broke!" Reese rubbed at the frayed strands that had held it, then yelped as another button snapped off. "These were my favorite pants!"

	Margaret sighed, another break. "I'll get another pair.  You're lips put a lot of pressure on the groin.  You need to move up a size I think.  Seems you are still growing, young lady."

	Reese tugged the other buttons free, then kicked her legs out of the pants.  Dressing was a hassle and always had been.  She was NOT wearing a dress even if the buttons did keep breaking off.

	Seeing her daughter getting a bit agitated, Margaret set the new pair of pants on the bed and ran her hands over Reese's outer vaginal lips.  Pleasuring Reese wasn't her favorite way of handling things but it eased the tension.  It made the girl more receptive to ideas too.  She wasn't ready to give up on her quest to get her daughter in more feminine clothing at least once in a while.

	"Mom..." Reese actually smiled at her mom's hands running along her massive labia to tease the inner pair.

	"We can get you some new pants tomorrow when we go to the store." Margaret pushed one hand into Reese's three foot long vulva while the other lifted to fondle her daughter's clit. "I have a friend who can make a good durable dress you know.  She'd be happy to take measurements to make it just as you like."

	"I don't like dresses." Reese's protest was less forceful than before.

	"You know, without pants you could go to the bathroom a lot easier and faster." The motherly otter smirked and tried a more interesting idea. "Or... pull your dress up to tease your father without having to ask him for help to get your pants back on afterward."

	"I guess..." Reese giggled at the idea as well as three of her mother's fingers wrapping around her stiffening clitoris. "Ung..."

	"Just think how happy daddy would be to see you in a dress to.  I know you like boy clothing better," Margaret pumped her thumb and fingers over her daughter's oversized clit steadily. "but you can still wear other things, too."

	The mother otter knelt right next to Reese's massive vulva and slid her free arm into it's wide cleft.  Moist heat surrounded her hand immediately on entry and stayed with her all the way into her shoulder.  She knew her daughter liked feeling fingers stroking her deep inside, but after giving a teasing rub there, Margaret pulled much of the way back out with her palm pressing on the slick channel's roof.

	Margaret knew she found what she was looking for when Reese squealed and clenched her legs in surprise.  That special spot inside, the inner base of of her clitoris, could drive the seven year old wild if played with.  Morris usually couldn't find it on either of them, but Margaret knew the female body and Reese could only breath loudly with her rubbing it.

	There was far more of it to rub than a normal woman, given the excessive vaginal flesh she'd been born with, but that just meant there was more to work with.  Margaret didn't like to pleasure Reese with it in case it was too strong.  It did make for a handy lever sometimes, though.

	"Mommmmm...!"

	"Should I stop, sweety?" The older otter rubbed her muzzle and whiskers against Reese's clitoral tip.  Her daughter could only grunt in time to her rubbing. "Nod yes or no if you can't speak."

	Reese jerked her head back and forth in a NO while her hands clutched at each other against her flat chest.  She couldn't think.  There was just too much pleasure from her groin.  Her fun juices were dribbling out of her enormous vulva, she could feel it.  Her pussy quivered around her mom's arm.  She could could feel that too.  Everything felt so good, so good that she couldn't work her mouth without squealing when it opened.

	All that natural lubricant soaked Margaret and her clothing.  Kneeling and leaning against Reese's massive vulva was always a wet experience.  Rubbing her daughter's special feminine place made it even wetter with occasional squirts of additional liquid spurting from the girl's urethra.  Margaret decided to make her forget about everything for a bit and pressed her face between the left inner and outer labial folds to lick and nibble in time to her rubbing fingers.

	Margaret could feel her own lust begging for attention, but she ignored it to concentrate on Reese.  Concentrating on Reese was more fun and Morris would be home soon enough to see to her own need.  Reese was almost there anyway.

	Margaret buried her entire face up to her ears in just the crease between her daughter's inner and outer lips again.  Her facial fur and whiskers overstimulated the seven year old with each facial plunge to distract her from the nearly overwhelming pleasure.  Reese's feet pushed at her mom on and off but the woman just pulled out after a few more strokes to do the same to the other side.

	Reese wanted to go over the edge.  It was so close.  The pressure just kept building.  Her mom teased her higher, stopping a few seconds, then working her over again.  Margaret's muzzle scrubbed up and down her labial valleys time after time but always stopped before she could cum.

	Reese let out a long moan when her mom plunged her arm in and out from knuckles to shoulder rapidly.  The older otter stopped everything and simply held still for several more seconds, enjoying her daughter's heavy breathing.  Reese squirmed on the bed and let out a yell when Margaret slapped her pussy one time with her other hand.  A simple flick to the girl's clitoris a moment later stopped that yell.  Reese's whole body went still a moment, then violently bucked in orgasm.

	Every muscle in Reese's body clenched rhythmically.  Her pussy mound quivered.  Her hefty nether lips fluttered.  Her mother was soaked.

	Long jets of clear girl cum squirted from the young otter's pulsing urethra all over her mother's face and chest.  Margaret yanked her arm out and scooted back quickly after the first couple squirts and Reese hit her again.  The girl's vulva gaped wide open throughout the orgasm, giving her mom a good view of the action.  Every squirt, every vaginal contraction, and all the copious fluids leaking out that made an impressive mess on the floor.

	Reese calmed down after a few seconds and when the young otter took a long slow deep breath and went still, Margaret knew she was done.  She left Reese alone on the bed while she fetched some towels.  Her daughter was still there panting when she came back.  They were both quiet for a minute while Margaret toweled up the sexual leavings as well as her own fur and clothing.

	"So... You'll wear the dress tonight?"