Loving The Moment - Sex Stories

Loving The Moment

... path to the sanitaire. “Dad’s only looking after us and learning how it goes with his toy.”

“I’m his toy!” she muttered in reply and caught her daughter’s shocked gaze. “Forget I said that.”

“At least we’ve got some more coins, Mother, tokens I mean, so let’s hope they last a bit longer.”

“If you can bear to see your mother naked we can share a cubicle and shower,” Katrine suggested. “That way the tokens go a lot further and we can wash each other as we go, use what water our money can buy.”

“Well,” Natalie answered, doubtfully, and unsure about being naked in the shower with her big-breasted mother and feeling inadequate by comparison, blessed as she was but not with a rack that matched Katrine’s in any way. “I suppose it’s better than having another cold shower. The last one was more than enough for this holiday.”

Katrine laughed and skipped along beside her as if they were sisters out on an adventure. “Good, they’re my thoughts too. Come on!”

So here they were, mother and daughter, walking over the path that led to the sanitaire, each of them clutching a towel and their toilet bag. As it was early evening they were pleased to see that they were the only ones intending to use the showers.

“Take the one on the end, the one nest to the wall between us and the men’s shower room, it’s bigger than the others, but not by much.”

“How can you tell?” Natalie asked, but she was glad to be away from the entrance door that seemed to be left open most of the ...

... time, something she found disconcerting. Anyone, some perv, could just walk in on them and push open the door on them.

Once inside the cubicle, the room echoing dully as they closed the thin door and skid the bolt to lock it Katrine immediately stripped naked and waited impatiently for Natalie to do the same. She saw her daughters’ hands trembling.

“Are you nervous to be naked with me in here?”

“No, not really,” she answered. “It’s been a while since I saw you like this, and it’s what I thought yesterday.”

Natalie was dismayed at her mother’s fleshy figure, her rounded hips, and the fullness of her breasts that she only ever saw shaped by what she wore. Now, naked to her sight and with her mother's strong thighs, hips and the seductive curve of her belly to be seen, she understood why her father would want to take her, to fuck her, as often as time and her mother’s willingness to let him in allowed. Her father was not a handsome man but he was lustful and pleased that his woman brought enough for him to keep wanting her. She had some years to go before she could get close to having a figure as voluptuous as her mother’s.

Nor had she inherited her mother’s fiery temperament that seemed to work on a trip wire, the arguments with her father evidence of that. She considered herself more restrained, bashful, and even shy. Such behaviour had kept her out of the social loops where her brother thrived.

“Come on, Natalie, there’s only five minutes of hot water if we’re ...