Mom's Awakening: Day And Night - Sex Stories

Mom's Awakening: Day And Night

... knowing smile, and she sat up, giving me an even better view of her body. With a devilish grin, she teased, "Well, don't be shy. You can touch if you want to."

Her invitation made my heart race, and I couldn't resist tracing my fingers gently over her glistening, sun-kissed skin. She leaned into my touch, a contented sigh escaping her lips, and it only fueled the fire within me.

"See, Mom?" she said, her voice a sultry purr. "It's all about embracing desire and letting go of inhibitions."

Finally satisfied with her coverage, she leaned over and handed me the bottle.

"Your turn," Rachel beamed.

As I took the oil from her, our hands grazed each other. Even the slightest touch from my daughter caused a ripple to flow through me, making my whole body tingle with exhilaration.

I splashed the tanning oil onto my palms and tentatively began applying it to my exposed skin. The oil was warm and slick as I massaged it into my stomach.

"Come on, Mom. You should be enjoying that a lot more. Let me show you how," Rachel remarked as she grabbed the bottle from me.

While initially annoyed at Rachel's criticism, I grew curious about what she was about to do. I caught myself holding my breath in anticipation of her next moves.

Rachel carefully spilled the oil over my collarbone. The warm liquid dripped slowly down my chest over my heaving tits. The oil glimmered in the sun as it rolled over my nipples and collected in the groove between my breasts.

My ...

... daughter's slick body stood before me; her tan skin glowed, beckoning to me. All I wanted at that moment was to grab her thighs and pull her down to my face. My mouth watered as I pictured myself eating her succulent, youthful pussy.

The sudden feeling of Rachel's greasy palms shook me from my daydream. Rachel brazenly cupped my tits, oiling them up in the process.

"Rachel," I muttered as our eyes met.

Her glare told me she was having the same dirty thoughts as mine.

Rachel rubbed the lotion into my breasts, taking her time to ensure there wasn't an inch of my tits left uncovered. Her thumb traced and caressed my nipples, causing them to grow even harder. It took all my willpower not to moan loudly and beg Rachel to pull and twist the hardened nubs.

Just as I was about to approach orgasm from the breast play, my daughter removed her hands from my chest. I unconsciously whimpered, missing Rachel's touch.

But before I could say anything, Rachel spilled oil onto my stomach and massaged it into my skin. As her fingers trailed lower and lower, I noticed my heart racing faster and faster, uncertain what she would do next.

My daughter stroked her silky hands up and down my legs, causing them to reflect the morning light. With every touch of her fingers, I found myself licking my lips and squeezing my thighs together, trying to provide a modicum of relief.

So when Rachel demanded that I spread my legs, I eagerly complied.

I knew that my wetness was apparent and ...