Mom's Awakening: Day And Night - Sex Stories

Mom's Awakening: Day And Night

... happen.

My daughter's bare breasts pressed against mine as our lips finally met in a tender, lingering kiss. The kiss was sweet and innocent, a far cry from our naughty activities on the beach earlier in the morning. We finally broke apart, breathless and grinning.

Rachel and I eventually returned to our spot on the beach. We lay on our towels, enjoying the hot sun on our slightly damp skin.

As we tanned, I couldn't help but steal glances at Rachel. Her blonde hair, still slightly damp from our swim, framed her face in a way that made my heart flutter. With every passing second, I fell deeper in love with my daughter.

After an hour of silently tanning, Rachel spoke, her voice soft and content.

"This has been one of the best days of my life," she said, her eyes meeting mine with a warm, affectionate glow.

I smiled, feeling entirely at peace. "Mine too, sweetie. I'm so glad we came on this vacation."

Rachel reached out and took my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Me too, Mom. Me too."

"This sun has me baked. Let's go back to our room," I suggested.

We quickly gathered our things, put our bikinis back on, and returned to the resort.

Rachel tore off her bikini as soon as the hotel room door closed.

"I swear, I think I've ...

... collected half the beach on my body," Rachel observed, attempting to brush a mound of sand off her shoulder.

"Ugh, I hear you! I'm pretty sure I've got some in places I didn't even know existed. I guess this is what we get for spending the morning at a nude beach," I laughed while trying to shake some sand out of my hair.

"Let's hop in the shower together. We can help get this crap off of each other," Rachel playfully suggested.

I looked at her, stunned by her invitation. Despite spending all this time with her the past few days, I was constantly amazed by the self-assured woman my daughter had become.

"Are you coming or not?" Rachel asked as she sauntered into the bathroom.

I watched Rachel sway her hips back and forth, seductively pulling me towards her. Like a moth to the fire, I followed close behind.

The steam began to fill the bathroom as we stepped into the shower. The sensation of the water cascading over us was heavenly, and I sighed in relief as it started to wash away the sand, salt, and tanning oil.

Rachel reached for the shampoo and poured some into her palm. "Turn around, Mom. Let's get this sand out of your hair."

I did as she said, closing my eyes as her fingers gently massaged my scalp. The warmth of Rachel's hands made me...