Showering With My Sexy s****r - Sex Stories

Showering With My Sexy s****r

... fully, they would be as large as hers, or even better, as large as Mom's beautiful full rounded breasts. I'd seen Mom's full low-slung breasts many times; we were never shy around each other when we were naked. I had stared at hers and loved the full globes of her breasts with the huge brown areolas that were almost as large as the palm of my hand. When she was cold, her nipples would stand out at least a half-inch or more. I would salivate thinking I had sucked on them. Mom would catch me looking at her breasts, and didn't seem to mind. She would sometimes turn a little toward me and thrust them out as if she was very proud of them. I would be too if I had beautiful full breasts like hers. Her motto was "If you've got them, flaunt them!" I'd sneak peeks at her pussy too, covering by her lovely brown fine, neatly trimmed curly hair. As we washed I stared at s*s's breasts. They were nice and pear shaped and she has, what she said her boyfriend Ronnie called "puffy nipples." The areolas – she taught me that term – were almost three fingers wide, and bulged like swollen bee stings. I wondered if they would stretch as large as Mom's when she had c***dren. The nipples were long and prominent like Mom's too, and so hard! I felt a stirring as I remembered them against my face, my lips, all too fleetingly. I hoped mine would look as sexy when I grew up. She reached down and soaped her pussy. I loved that term "pussy." Her pussy hair was a lovely brown, trimmed neatly in an inverted ...

... triangle, and the lather swirled around in it as she washed herself. She looked down and saw me watching her. "Have you washed your pussy?" She asked looking into my eyes. I had several times, but lied innocently, with a straight face. "No, not yet" "Ok, wash it like I showed you." She nodded toward my sparser pussy hair. My heart jumped. I was going to do it in front of her. "Show me again how you do yours and I'll do mine at the same time. She shook her head like I was a dunce. I think she knew I just wanted to watch her wash her pussy too. "OK, Little Dummy. I'll show you again. You sure aren't the swiftest fish in the stream are you?" I dropped my head in mock shame. I had to hide a grin. She took the soap and lathered her hands; she spread her legs wide and ran her fingers down and in between her pussy lips. I watched fascinated as she slid a finger up and down her slit over and over, then inward and I could tell she had slid it up inside her pussy. She did it again and again. She closed her eyes a little as she rubbed her finger up high on her pussy. I knew how that felt! She seemed to catch herself, opened her eyes and caught me avidly watching. "Now you do it." Her voice was just a little hoarse, or was it my imagination? I took the soap and lathered my hands and repeated her actions over and over. I loved the feel of my slippery fingers on my pussy, and especially with her eyes watching me. "Wash at the top real good, where your clit is! Make sure it's very clean." ...