My parents got divorced when I was 12 and from then on, I lived with mom alone. In 2004, when I was hardly 15, we moved from Germany to Sweden, as my mom had better professional perspectives there. I lost all my friends and social contacts from one day to another, had to adopt to an unknown language (which I still don't speak well), new surroundings and a new way of life.

My mom seemed to feel some need to recompense me, spoiled and pampered me best she could - and turned me into a brat. I turned out to be a true tormentress.
I started to like being the center of attention, learned how to make her do what I wanted and how to get anything I wanted. Soon enough, I took the decisions at home.
I liked this very much, it even turned me on, not exactly those decisions like where to go to when eating out, but definitely those like when mom asked for advice on what clothes to wear. I went more far every time and found out I could even make her dress slutty if only I said it looked good on her.

I took the decision to come to the point where I was in control, completely, and planned my way there.

So, I made sure she'd catch me naked on a regular basis, in the bathroom, pretending I was just about to shower, or in my room, pretending I was just about to change. It became normal for her to see me naked.
Then, I turned the tables and popped into the bathroom when I knew she was inside. First, pretending to be sorry and leaving and gradually staying longer, like to comb my hair while she was showering (we don't have a curtain in the shower, but glass doors, I watched her all the time through the mirror), then leaving the door open when I left, only to pass by yet another few times while she was in there, still naked. And getting bolder, I even sat on the toilet seat, just watching her doing her things the whole time. She only asked once why I was there. I told her that she looked beautiful. She blushed and never asked again.

In April / May of 2005, we went on holiday to Portugal. I trimmed my hair down there to a small, but neat landing strip, with my labia fully shaved. In the hotel, my mom couldn't help but notice, as I spent an awful lot of time naked in the hotel room. She asked me about it and I told her that it was because of wearing bikini and such, that I had needed to trim. She had always had a full bush. It was obvious that she was curious as she kept commenting that she liked that look, asking if it wasn't itchy, how it felt.
When she finally said that she should perhaps also trim a bit as her hair might pop out, I tried to help her making up her mind and said that she really should. But she was hesitant, or at least pretended to be. I don't wish to cut myself, she kept repeating.
So, I disappeared in the bathroom and turned up again a few moments later, with a towel, razor and shaving cream and told her to strip and lie down on the bed, that I would do it for her. She blushed and said that she didn't think that was adequate. But I insisted, telling her there was no big deal to it, that we were mom and daughter and had seen each other naked more than once. Finally, she smirked sheepishly and began to undress.
When I had her naked on the bed in front of me, I positioned her legs as I wanted them. Open, completely spread. I first shaved her labia and then asked her to flip around so that I could also remove the hair in her butt crack - which she did, reluctantly, getting even redder in her face. Comprehensible, as she now had her bum lifted upwards while kneeling on the bed, exposing it all. I asked her to spread her butt cheeks with her hands - although I could perfectly have shaved her without that.
When I was done there, too, I again asked her to turn around and began dedicating my attention to the patch of hair left on her mons. I applied some shaving cream after having it moistened well, and started shaving the sides to the strip. By then, my mom was visibly aroused. Well, all wet would describe it better! I could smell her musky scent, but pretended not to notice in order not to embarass her even more. When I was ready, she, too, sported a nice landing strip. I touched her all over in order to see if there was some stubble left.
When I looked up, I saw mom's erect nipples and that she was breathing heavily. Also, she had her face buried under her right armpit.
I grinned evilly, applied some more shaving cream on her mons and shaved it all away; I left her bald as a baby, completely hairless as a young child!
Then, when I announced she was done, she raised to see her now totally shaved crotch - a loud "Oh my God!" was her first reaction, staring at her pussy, then at me and back at her pussy again. She didn't really know what else to say and it took her a few seconds before regaining composure and asking me why I did that. I acted as if I didn't understand and answered that she had asked me to shave her, that she had been okay with it. "But not all of it!", she shouted. I told her not to worry, that it would grow back soon, that noone would ever notice and that she looked totally gorgeous like that. Especially the last remark seemed to soothe her a bit, I could finally convince her to have a look at herself in the large mirror. She said something like she looked like a baby (inside, I grinned and laughed at her), but I could finally get her to admit that she "kind of" liked the look. My remark, that she would enjoy it even more once she touched herself, got her totally embarrassed.
I told her to go have a shower in order to get rid of the rests of shaving cream and she complied. When she came back out of the shower, naked as she already had gotten used to at home, I clicked away on our digital camera and took quite a few shots of her even before she noticed. She screamed and yelled that I should stop that and put away the camera. But just one "Oh come on, don't be a bad sports! These are holidays, relax! You look so totally gorgeous! Who's going to get to see the shots anyhow?" later, and she did indeed relax and let me take some more pics, shy and reluctant at first, but growing more self-conscious as I kept encouraging her. She even started to pose a bit. I switched roles with her and had her take a few of me naked, so that she would feel I honestly meant what I said to her earlier. I deliberately let her (and the camera) see all of me, even had her take a few pics of me spread on the bed, so that she'd start to feel more comfortable about it, to accept it as a normal mother-daughter-thing. Which she indeed did, as I could tell when I was the photographer again. She even accepted my instructions when I told her how to pose for me without making a fuzz about it. And, believe me, I made her expose all of herself!
I asked her to stay naked for the rest of the evening, pretending that that would be better for her somewhat irritated skin. She just complied.
That night, I woke up to hear my mom moaning. I could tell by the movements under her sheets that she was masturbating. I smiled to myself, but pretended to be asleep, watching her. It wasn't until the next morning at breakfast in the hotel lobby, that I spoke out and told her I had heard her. Her cup of coffee nearly fell out of her hand! She was totally humiliated, blushed all over. I calmed her, telling her that it was a normal thing to do and especially so, now that she had shaved (I tried to avoid saying "being shaved", as that would have gotten things even worse). She still was a bit uneasy about this topic, but I didn't go with her tries to change the subject, and finally got her to admit that being bald down there was a total turn on for her and how much she loved the feeling. She also said she was a bit uneasy about the look, though, that she felt so totally exposed and vulnerable. That she thought she looked like a little child.

This morning, we were to do some sightseeing. I asked her not to wear a panty under her dress as that would be better for her skin (by then she did indeed have a few red spots down there) and again, she just did as I told her after having thought about it for a few seconds. My explanation about the irritations seemed to work well.

We were walking up and down the city all day long, visiting churches, museums and other sites of interest. We hid away from the mid-day sun in a nice restaurant, had lunch for hours, as seems to be normal in Southern Europe, and drank Espresso after the lunch, just to be followed by a refreshing beverage that consisted of lots of crushed ice, lemon juice, lemon ice and champaign.

We didn't even notice how the time passed - it had gotten 5 pm by the time we left the restaurant. On our way home to the hotel, we decided to take the way along the beach instead of crossing the hot, sticky town again. That would be way longer, as we had to do walk halfway around the city, but it still was more to our likes. Plus, we were in no hurry. So, we just walked along the street following the beach. It was still very warm and we quickly decided to take off our shoes and go on walking down at the shore. Which we did. The breeze, together with the water around our ankles cooled us down again.

All of this small town wasn't really touristic. Plus it was in late April, early May, not in the high season, so that you would hardly find any locals on the beach - too cold for them, still! But there were two beaches with hotels nearby and you'd find a few tourists there. On other beaches, nonetheless, hardly anyone was to be seen.

So, when we got to a somewhat less touristic beach, I stepped out of my summer dress and walked on in just my panties, topless. Mom said she envied me and would also love to do this walk in a bikini rather than in her dress, but that she didn't dare to as she wore no panties beneath.

I told her to look around if she'd see anyone nearby – which she couldn't, as there was only an older couple walking on the beach in front of us, even in the same direction, and a group of younger people way back.

She shrugged her shoulders and took off the dress. We walked on like that, both of us with our shoes and dresses in our hands. Mom kept controlling the horizon, looking back every now and then, and whenever there was someone to be seen on the beach, she stopped to put the dress back on and didn't take it off again until that person was nearly out of sight. At least, far away enough that she or he would not be able to really „see“ her.

I started fooling around a bit with the digital camera, taking pics of my naked mom walking on the beach. She had by then gotten that used to it, that she just laughed about it, stopped to pose at times, or asked me to hand the cam over so that she could take some shots of me.

While taking a few shots of me, she encouraged me to take off my panties as well and pose naked, too, which I declined. I posed a bit and she came closer to take a few close-ups of my breasts and face, as she said. Suddenly, she knelt down to my left and tried to yank down my panties, but – thank God – failed to pull them down any more south than my knees. I swiftly pulled them up again and both of us were laughing heartily. I took advantage of her not being attentive, grabbed her dress and pulled it out of her hand, running away from her a few steps, stopping, waving with her dress, laughing at her, just to run away another few steps when she approached.

Then, we both spotted the older couple just a few meters away from us! They must have turned to walk back - and we hadn't noticed. Too bad. Not for me, that is. I was topless, none the more. But mom was completely naked. Nothing to cover her bareness. And more than just that, remember: She had been completely shaved just the other day!

But it already was too late to cover up. They had already noticed. I could see the horror in mom's face, as well as that she was thinking what to do: Turn away from then? Run away?

Anyhow, she did what will probably have been best anyhow: She just pretended not to care and went on walking slowly towards me and the couple as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I felt really proud of her then!

The man grinned stupidly as he approached us, and I could literally see his jaw falling down as he finally noticed mom's shaved pussy! He couldn't keep his eyes of it until his wife finally hissed something at him and nudged his ribs with her elbow. She then turned at my mom, looked at her angrily and then, disapproving, at mom's crotch. Mom just pretended to be ignoring them both. Hilarious! Once the couple was out of reach, I smiled at her, she smiled back and we both had a good laugh!

Still, I didn't hand her her dress again until we nearly had reached the somewhat more crowded beach near our hotel. And we both had fun yet another two or three times, as we passed some more people, concentrating on their reactions.

Back at the hotel, we talked about it and mom told me she had enjoyed the „showing off“ and did no longer care what other people thought about her bald pussy. I teased her still a bit and had her agree to being naked at the hotel room the following days as well.
The evening two days later, I again fetched the shaving things from the bathroom and, upon coming back to the main room, stated that it was time for her to be shaved smooth again, asking her to strip and make herself comfortable on the bed again. She didn't oppose, just did as told. And has remained hairless ever since, as well as naked at home when there was just the two of us.

Back home in Sweden, I made sure to keep up this routine of making her be naked at home as well as having her shave her pussy.
At first, I was the one who shaved her regularly, later on, I just watched as she showered and handed her the razor, stating that she should do it. Now, I hardly watch her do it anymore, as I know that she does so, even without being asked to. But I am still taking nude pics of her on a more or less regular basis. Occasionally, I will ask her to take some of me, in order to make her feel that this still is one of our mother-daughter-things.

Later that year, I had my first boyfriend. I had thought about having my mom be naked when he was with me as well, but could tell from her reaction to me announcing his first visit that there was no way she would agree to this. So I didn't even suggest it.

But I still knew how to make her do as I wanted. For example, it turned out to be easy for me to convince of allowing me to have my boyfriend stay over, even sleep in my bed. Rare times at first, regularly later on.
And I still remember that moment when my mom once popped into my room and caught me giving head to my then-boyfriend: I stopped, lifted my eyes with his cock still in my mouth, faced her - and went on, looking at her.

She stood in the door, watching me suck off my boyfriend still for a few moments, then left quietly, without saying one single word, leaving the room door open.

When my boyfriend had come, we cuddled a bit, and he fell asleep shortly afterwards. I quietly got up and went to see what mom was up to. When I passed her room, I saw her on her bed, naked, spread, her knees lifted, masturbating with a vibrator. I walked in and sat down on the bed. She didn't notice my presence until then. Then, it was her turn to look me in the eyes and watch me while she went on, and mine to watch another few seconds before I left.

Just to come back a few minutes later with my boyfriend, finding her still at work. We watched her a few minutes until she opened her eyes again, seeing us there. “Oh my God!”, was all she could say. She bushed completely. I told her not stop and knelt down in front of my boyfriend , fondling his trousers and underpants down to his ankles. I sucked him off for the second time that day with my mom watching us, masturbating to that sight. Then, I bent over the bed and had him fuck me from behind, watching my mom cumming at least twice.
From that day on, I was totally in charge at home.