This reminds me of two years ago, when I was manning a stall with mulled wine inside a department store. From the stall, I had an good view of the fitting rooms, one in particular which was right in front of me.
One day, a brown haired woman of about 45 yrs old showed up, sitting in a wheelchair, which was pushed by her adult daughter, who looked a lot like her mother, but 20 years younger. The woman stood up, she was wearing a colorful dress and a denim jacket, and it appeared she had a leg in a cast.
With difficulty, she could walk into the cubicle. The daughter handed her a dark blue dress she wanted to try on, and drew the curtain.
A minute later, the curtain opened, and mommy was wearing the garment.
The dress was really tight and not flattering. She had rather small tits and the outlines of her panties were clearly visible. I saw her her daughter gesturing that she would look for something else.
The daughter returned with two other dresses, one orange and one blue and white striped. She pulled the curtain halfway closed and stayed standing in the opening herself, blocking the view. Meanwhile, I could see the mother's arms appear above her head; she was taking off the dress.
It looked like she wanted to hang the dress on the hook, but she let it drop.
The daughter bent down to pick it up and because of that I could catch a glimpse of the mother's upper body, her bare stomach and in a black lacy bra around her small titties, right before she pulled the second dress over her head.
Her daughter took a step back and admired the view of her mother, who was now wearing the stiff brightly colored piece of clothing. It was rather short, well above her knees, and I thought she had nice looking legs, or at least the one that wasn't broken.
With the curtain still half open, the lady with the broken leg already started changing again. I saw her pull up the orange dress, which made her white panties appear, right before the daughter quickly closed the curtain and headed into the store to put the tight dark blue dress back.
When she came back with a grey sweater, the mother had already changed into the long striped dress and was wearing her denim jacket over it, this outfit was looking good on her!
After a bit more chatter, the daughter closed the curtain again and went back into the store. There was still a small gap, through which I could see the mother's hands hanging the dress on the hook and taking the grey sweater. A little while later she opened the curtain wearing the sweater. It also looked rather tight on her, and above all it was a strange sight, the bare-legged lady in a sweater with long sleeves. She was pulling a bit at the hem of the sweater, but it was too short to hide her crotch covered in undies.
'Caroline', she called her daughter, 'Bring me a bigger size!'
'I'm coming,' Caroline replied, 'Close the curtain!'
She didn't. I could have a good look at her smooth bare legs and her plain white panties.
Daughter dear returned with another grey sweater, gave it to her mother and closed the curtain.
It didn't take long for her to come out again, this time wearing the other sweater, which seemed slightly larger, but still with her panties sticking out.
'Mom, go back inside, you have no pants on,' I heard Caroline say, but her mother turned around, and asked: 'Looks okay, right?'
Her upper legs were rather thick and she had a big butt covered in these large white panties, but all in all, it looked okay to me.
The daughter pulled the curtain closed walked away, grumbling, with the smaller sweater in her hands.
A moment later her mom opened the curtain again, though, now wearing the denim jacket over her sweater, asking a passing woman what she thought of it.
The elderly woman took a step back to have a better look, and she looked briefly surprised when she saw the panties. She gave a short comment, and the woman answered: 'Of course I'm gonna wear pants with that! But I can't with this leg, see.'
She now went back inside and blatantly started taking off the jacket and sweater. With the curtain almost fully open, everyone who wanted could admire her backside, her small black lacy bra and her large butt covered in white panties.
She put on her own dress and jacket again, took the clothes she wanted to buy and sat down in her wheelchair. Five minutes later, her daughter arrived, and they left.
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