Chapter 6 - All eyes on me


Shortly thereafter, the two loaded the bags into the Hover and set off. However, they did not activate flight mode for the short distance to the city center, but took the conventional roads instead. Nevertheless, the journey only took about ten minutes. Then they reached the elevated parking deck of the Sheridan Mall. Finally, the subtle hum of the electric motor fell silent and the vehicle came to a stop. Once the steering wheel had locked into place, her mother turned her seat toward her and gave Natalie an intense look.

“Okay, are you ready?”

As she lovingly placed a hand on her thigh, her daughter nodded nervously. All the way from home to here, her heart had been pounding like a hammer in her chest. Her hands were clammy and she had a lump in her throat. But she couldn't deny that her pussy was wet and twitching with excitement whenever she thought about what was about to happen. And so, she met her mother's questioning gaze with excitement, but also with anticipation in her heart.

“I think so.”

With an encouraging nod, Steph patted her knee, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

"You 'll be fine. The first step is always the hardest. After that, it gets easier, believe me. Now follow me; it's not far."

They got out of the car and were immediately hit by the morning heat. In August, Colorado could become a veritable furnace. It had already been quite hot at this time of day over the past few days. Summer was showing its intense side, and the sun burned fiercely on her skin, reminding Natalie emphatically that she was completely naked. She was grateful that her mother had insisted she put on sunscreen shortly before they left.

I don't want to end up as a fried chicken before my big day

Shortly before they left, they had agreed to postpone their visit to After-Harvest until the end of their trip. First, they would visit her mother's old friend, then go for a leisurely ice cream before finally donating her clothes to those in need. But what sounded like a normal trip to the city would turn out to be quite an adventure for Natalie, she was sure of that, and she looked around nervously.

They weren't alone; people were everywhere on the parking deck, mostly families who were either about to visit the mall or returning to their vehicles, most of them heavily laden with shopping bags. Following her instinct, she reached for her mother's hand, who gave her a surprised look but happily let her do so. She was probably secretly happy about it, because Nat hadn't done that in public for a very long time. But in this exciting moment, she simply needed the closeness of a loved one, and she loved no one in this world more than her mom.

“How do you feel?”

At this question, the twelve-year-old nervously bit her lip. She looked around uncertainly and noticed that as they approached the elevators, more and more strangers were crowding around them. And with every passing second, she became more and more aware of her own nakedness. Although hardly anyone had paid much attention to her so far, that was sure to change in a moment, because the shopping mall was always packed to the brim.

“Incredibly nervous.”

Her voice trembled a little and she felt embarrassed because she didn't want to give the impression that she was afraid. Her mother squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“It will pass with time, believe me. I was only a year older than you when I first visited one of the Nudist zones with my girlfriend.”

But Natalie shook her head. She knew her mother was just trying to encourage her, but she couldn't help rolling her eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, but that's different. There, people expect to see you naked, but here...”

But she stopped talking because at that moment they reached the elevators and paused. A family with a little boy of about four was waiting in front of them. When he saw her, he began to tug at his father's sleeve excitedly and pointed at her repeatedly. Natalie tried desperately to ignore the little boy and clung even tighter to her mother's hand. But then she caught the father's eye. He smiled apologetically and bent down to his excited son to explain in a calm voice that it wasn't nice to point at other people. The man's reaction had been respectful and friendly, but her heart was still pounding in her throat. And it took all her willpower not to hide behind her mother.

Shortly afterwards, a soft beep announced the arrival of the elevator. And although Nat had secretly hoped that she would be spared a ride with the little family, her mom seemed to have other plans. She simply pulled her along with a smirk, and soon the five of them were crammed into the small elevator cabin. No sooner had the elevator started moving to take them to the lower floors than she felt a tentative touch on her bottom. The cheeky little rascal was probably just curious, she thought, and gritted her teeth. Feeling insecure, she took half a step forward and clung to her mother's arm. She pressed her lips together, but refused to turn around to admonish the little boy when she felt the curious touch of a delicate fingertip again shortly after.

I am just meat, just meat, just meat

As she murmured the mantra to herself, lost in thought, she suddenly heard the quiet but firm whisper of the father admonishing his son once again to behave. At that moment, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder, which made her jump in fright, only to find herself face to face with the apologetic gaze of the child's young mother.

”I'm sorry,” she said with a contrite expression. “He's four years old and incredibly curious. Please forgive him.”
But even though she had been so annoyed with the little rascal just a moment ago, Natalie now found herself smiling kindly and shaking her head defensively.

“Oh, it's okay. I don't mind.”

Stephanie also turned around and nodded politely to the two adults. Meanwhile, she patted her daughter's hand and gave her a proud smile, which she shyly returned. Shortly thereafter, the elevator reached its destination and they all got out. The mall was air-conditioned throughout, and the girl was secretly relieved because she could already feel beads of sweat running down her back. The small family hurried on their way. They probably couldn't wait to escape the embarrassing situation. Nattie took a deep breath and felt her whole body trembling.

“You handled the situation well.”

Her mother's words reassured her and filled her with a little bit of pride. Still, her smile was a little forced when she replied.

“Thanks, it wasn't easy.”

“I bet.”

Shortly after, the two set off and entered the mall's large foyer. It didn't take long for Natalie to notice that people were staring at her. There was hardly anyone who didn't look at her. Many even stopped to admire her for a moment or to point out the welcome sight to their loved ones with a few discreet gestures. Here and there, she could also see people shaking their heads, perhaps wondering why she was walking around without clothes outside of one of the designated nudist areas. But she tried to ignore it all, even though it was proving increasingly difficult. The younger boys and older men in particular made no secret of their admiration. She often heard quiet compliments or comments, but almost all of them were within the bounds of decency. There were hardly any obscenities to be heard, and so the first few minutes were a crazy mixture of sensations that flooded her young and, at that moment, extremely aroused body.

After a few steps, Stephanie suddenly stopped in front of the larger-than-life statue of a woman that formed the centerpiece of the large hall. Surrounded by manicured lawns, the figure gazed into the distance above their heads, one hand raised to her forehead, the other resting powerfully on her hip. A smile appeared on her young mother's face as she looked up at the statue in admiration.

“My heroine!”

Natalie rolled her eyes and laughed.

“You say that every time we're here.”

“It's true.”

Her daughter smiled to herself. She didn't need to look at the plaque at the foot of the statue to know who she was looking at. The woman in the elegant suit was Barbara Sheridan, first female president of the United States and a direct descendant of Orin Roebuck, father of the famous Sidney. During her term in office over a hundred years ago, she had campaigned hard to de-stigmatize incest. And in her last year in office, she had actually succeeded in ensuring that relationships within families were no longer prosecuted.

“I owe this woman a great deal, because without her, what we have together wouldn't be possible, darling.”

Steph gave her a loving look, raised her hand to her cheek, and gently brushed her thumb across her lower lip. Nattie shuddered and closed her eyes for a second. It was true, her most memorable sexual experiences had undoubtedly been with her mother. She couldn't imagine a world where physical love between parents and their children or even between siblings was not allowed, even though she had heard about it in detail in Mr. Lawrence's history class. After all, there was hardly anyone who could make her shake with excitement like her mom could. Even now, she felt flashes of arousal coursing through her body, and a small part of her wanted nothing more than to take her thumb in her mouth and suck on it tenderly. And her mother seemed to sense this, because suddenly she pulled her close and gave her a quick but very tender kiss on the lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

After one last little kiss, her mother took her hand and pulled her along. They continued on their way through the mall, and Natalie quickly noticed that they weren't taking the direct route to the exit to get to the pedestrian zone, but rather that her mother was taking a little detour to browse around a bit, as if they were just going on an everyday shopping trip. With her heart pounding, the girl continued to look around, even though she tried not to be too obvious about it. As they passed another group of older gentlemen who were admiring her firm buttocks, she couldn't help but murmur quietly:

“I feel like everyone here is staring at me.”

But Steph just laughed softly and shook her head in amusement.

“Of course, they do, and honestly, can you blame them? You look damn hot.”

Nat could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks again, as it always did when she spoke to her like this. But she didn't get a chance to reply, because her mother continued.

“But more importantly, they all know what's going to happen to you. Or at least they have a pretty good idea. And isn't that exactly what you wanted? To present yourself as what you are?”

“Meat...” Nat whispered with a trembling voice and nodded shyly. But she also felt a hot glow in her chest that warmed her from the inside almost as much as the sun had just done on the back of her neck. Because deep down in her heart, she knew her mother was right. This was exactly what she had wanted, a public display. Except that it made a big difference whether you just imagined it while lying in bed masturbating, or whether you actually went through with it. Still with that excited tremor in her chest, she let herself be led along. And secretly, Nattie was glad that her mother didn't leave her side and took the lead, because that way she wasn't completely alone, exposed to all the lustful and hungry glances. Because she didn't know how she would react if someone suddenly asked her about her appearance.

I would probably die on the spot

However, she also knew her mother. Stephanie P. Robinson, the great author of famous erotic and snuff novels, had a decidedly naughty side. And so her daughter was not at all surprised that she couldn't resist stopping at shop displays again and again and risking a glance into a shop window here and there, even if there was nothing interesting to be found there. At the moment, she was looking, seemingly very interested, at the holographic display of a ball gown that she seemed to like very much. Her daughter, who was no longer very interested in clothes in general, kept looking around nervously and had to actively stop herself from covering her crotch with her hands every time someone walked past them. Instead, the naked young girl eventually forced herself to lean against the shop window and clasp her hands behind her back. After all, she wanted to present herself, wanted people to see her. There was no way she was going to back out now. Because then how would she look? Like a coward? Maybe even weak? She definitely didn't want to give that impression.

Meanwhile, her mother was taking her time, and a small part of her suspected that she was secretly enjoying showing her off.

Look, I made this, isn't it pretty?

This thought suddenly made her smile, and at some point she caught herself subtly swaying her hips to the rhythm of an advertising jingle blaring from a nearby speaker. Her mother noticed this immediately, turned to her, and looked at her from the side with amusement.

“Admit it, you're starting to enjoy this. You like it, don't you? You love presenting yourself in public like this.”

But Nattie just rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms over her chest. Without meeting her gaze, she replied:

“I already told you, that's not what this is about, Mom.”

But this time her mother just laughed out loud. With a knowing grin, she leaned next to her against the shop window and gave her a loving nudge with her shoulder.

"Oh, come on, don't pretend. I know you, sweetie. Why don't you just admit that the whole thing is turning you on? Because you can tell."

With bright red ears, her child stared at the floor. Yes, her mom had always had a dirty mind and a very loose tongue. She had never minced words and never hid her preferences. And part of her admired her for that. But ever since she had decided to get roasted at her uncle's wedding, it seemed as if her mom had lost even the last of her inhibitions. But perhaps Nattie suddenly thought and looked up at her shyly, she too was just trying to make the most of the time they had left together.

“Mom...”

But Steph seemed to want to do one better, because suddenly she turned to her, placed a hand discreetly on her stomach, and let it slide between her legs almost possessively. Equally aroused and stunned, the girl opened her mouth and stared at her with wide eyes. Then she bit her lip with a moan as her mother briefly dipped her middle finger into her wet slit and then held the shiny fingertip in front of her face.

“Here, if you don't believe me, see for yourself.”

“Oh God, Mom... not here,” she whispered, looking around fearfully. And indeed, there were countless people around them out shopping. Nearby, two elderly gentlemen were chatting, and on the other side of the passageway, a whole group of teenagers were laughing as they walked past the shop windows. So they were anything but alone, and yet this fact did not seem to bother her mother in the slightest.

“What 's the matter honey, I'm just trying out the menu.”

The words sent a hot flash of excitement through Nat's pussy. Her knees trembled and suddenly a longing moan escaped her lips that she simply could no longer suppress. But her mother didn't seem to have had enough yet, because suddenly she leaned very close to her and whispered with her lips close to her ear:

"I can see it running down your legs. I would love to kneel down in front of you right here and now and lick your sweet honey from your thighs."

Aroused, her daughter narrowed her eyes and now she had to restrain herself from simply reaching between her legs and stroking herself to climax right here and now. Instead, she gathered all the willpower she could muster and pushed her mother away, laughing.

“Yeah, okay, you’re right. I’m hornier than I’ve ever been before. And if you don’t stop talking like that, I’ll probably cum without even touching myself.”

Her mother laughed brightly at her words and then reached for her hand again, bringing it briefly to her lips for a kiss. She looked her in the eyes and whispered:

“Well, that would be something, a new fountain in the middle of the mall. People would certainly like that.”

“Oh God, Mom!”

She didn't think she could blush any harder. But her mother just laughed again and pulled her along, and Natalie followed, rolling her eyes. A few minutes later, they left the huge shopping mall and stepped back out into the sunlight. A bustling promenade stretched out before them. Well-kept green spaces, fountains, and street performers characterized the scene. A hard New Tech beat sounded from somewhere, making Nat grimace. Everyone listened to this electronic crap; why was there hardly anyone who liked metal like her? What would she give now for a show of the Volunteers?

Would Mom come along this time? Last time she didn't want to

Natalie didn't know if it was because her life was only days long and the time she had left with her mother was running out. However, she felt that she longed for her closeness and was ready to forgive her any shamelessness without hesitation. Because throughout her life, she had been one of the most important people to her, if not the most important, and for a moment she wondered if she would have agreed to the whole thing at all if it hadn't been her who asked the question.

Maybe Uncle George knew it was better not to ask me directly, but to leave it to Mom

She didn't want to accuse her beloved uncle of such calculation, but she knew he was capable of it. George Robinson was a shrewd businessman who had worked his way to the top of his company through his own efforts and always knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

And now he's getting me... on his platter... Damn it, Mom's right. The thought makes me so horny

And so the outing continued, and Nat slowly began to actually enjoy it, even though sweat was running down her back again. But it wasn't the heat that tormented her most, it was her constantly growing arousal. Every time her mother stopped to watch one of the artists or look at an advertising hologram, she found herself rubbing her wet thighs together to get at least a little relief. She was becoming less and less aware of people's glances, even though it still happened that a child would point at her or a man would pause to stare at her openly. But part of her even liked it a little now, because they all seemed to see her for what she was. Something beautiful, delicious, to be enjoyed. In one way or another.

While her mother leaned curiously over a street vendor's flower arrangements, Natalie looked around attentively, and her gaze fell on a group of girls who had stopped in front of a holographic makeup display window across the street. There were three of them, and they were perhaps a year or two older than she was. But they seemed less interested in the product on display than in her, because they kept looking over at her and whispering excitedly to each other. In fact, their glances were so curious and intense that Nat almost turned away in embarrassment. But suddenly something happened that she could never have expected. Two of the girls gave her a thumbs up and grinned at her broadly. And when one of them waved at her over the heads of the passers-by, Natalie's heart almost jumped into her throat.

“Great look! When's the big day?”

She could hardly believe it; the girls' enthusiasm seemed genuine, and she already felt her heart lighten and her excitement soar to unexpected heights. With glowing cheeks, Nattie sought her mother's gaze, which she returned with an encouraging smile. Then she took a step or two toward the small group, almost as if she wanted to present herself a little better to them.

“Thanks! September 1st!”

“You'll rock it!” came the encouraging reply from the oldest girl, which immediately made her beam from ear to ear. She was a pretty, dark-skinned thing of about fourteen, with long braided hair and a great body, which was only emphasized by her skin-tight tube top and short shorts. Suddenly, she made a circular motion with her finger and asked in a friendly voice:

“Turn around. Let's see what you've got.”

And even though she could hardly believe she was really doing it, Natalie laughed, spread her arms, and turned around once, which caused some of the passersby to glance at her admiringly and pause briefly. For a moment, she actually felt so light that she could have taken flight. The girls cheered and clapped enthusiastically. The one with long hair even whistled through her fingers, and her friend, a blonde beauty with short hair and brightly colored fingernails, fanned herself with a laugh. Natalie had to giggle, but then the third member of the trio, who seemed to be the youngest of the three, approached her. But halfway there, she changed her mind at the last minute and hesitated, just a few steps away from her. Nervously, she brushed her shoulder-length black hair out of her forehead and wiped her wet fingers on her pink T-shirt. Then, after casting an uncertain glance at her friends, she gathered her courage and asked bluntly:

“How are you going to die?”

This question, so open and blunt, made Natalie’s heart beat faster. It had something raw and unabashed about it, and together with the little girl’s expectant smile, it conveyed a simple truth.

You're going to die, and everyone can't wait to watch you do it

Nat nervously licked her lips and replied with a gentle shrug:

“On a spit!”

The other two girls exchanged meaningful glances, and the oldest even clenched her fist triumphantly before saying to her friend:

“I told you so!” Turning to Nattie, she added loudly, “You have the perfect body for it, babe!”

The words made her bite her lip in delight. The youngest of the group, who was perhaps her own age or a little older, suddenly seemed to have found her courage again, because she suddenly came up to her and held out her hand, which Nat took after a moment's hesitation. Then she whispered furtively:

“You're so cool for daring to do this. All of this, I mean. I would be so scared.”

Natalie met her admiring gaze with an uncertain smile. She briefly considered whether she should just be brave and shrug her shoulders. But in the end, she decided against it and chose to be honest instead. So she admitted candidly:

"I am scared, very much so. But...” She glanced over her shoulder and sought the gaze of her beloved mother. “I'm not alone. And you definitely wouldn't be either."

The other girl brushed a dark strand of hair from her forehead with a doubtful shrug, gave Natalie's mom a shy smile, and then sought her gaze again. But instead of saying anything, she suddenly seemed to change her mind, because all of a sudden, she came even closer and spontaneously hugged her. Completely surprised, Nat let it happen and even returned the hug after a few seconds. As she did so, she heard the voice of the strange girl, whose name she didn't even know, very close to her ear, and she sounded almost envious when she said:

“I bet you'll be super delicious!”

“Thank you, I hope so too!”

With her heart pounding, Natalie broke the embrace, but she could barely wipe the happy grin off her face. Finally, the girl said with one last smile:

“I wish you lots of luck and hope it won’t hurt too much.”

“Thank you.”

Then, after a final wave to Stephanie, she said goodbye and hurried back to her friends. Together, the three waved to her once more, the oldest even blowing her a kiss, then they set off again and disappeared around the next corner. Natalie watched them go, and when her mom suddenly hugged her from behind, she suddenly started to cry softly for some reason. Luckily, the girls were already out of sight, because she would have been terribly embarrassed if they had seen her like that.

“Is everything alright, sweetie? Wasn’t that great?”

Nattie nodded with her lips pressed together and wiped the tears from her cheeks in embarrassment. Rarely before had she felt as understood and validated as she did at that moment. She clung with all her strength to her mother's arm around her shoulders, still staring after the girls, and then whispered in a hoarse voice:

“Yeah, that was awesome.”