Mom's Awakening: The Tension Grows - Sex Stories

Mom's Awakening: The Tension Grows

... snapped.

Rachel jumped on my bed, her tits bouncing. "Come on, Mom. We are here to try new things. This is my new thing. I've never worn anything like this before, and it would mean a lot to me."

It was hard to argue with her logic, but I found her sudden desire to wear her micro bikini suspect.

"Sigh, fine. I can't argue with that," I acquiesced.

"Great. Now let's get you dressed, and we can get out of here," Rachel chimed in.

Rachel leaped off my bed and rummaged through my bag of new bikinis.

"Here, wear this!" Rachel exclaimed, handing me the tiniest bikini in the bag.

"You know I only bought that bikini to get you off my back, right?" I pushed back.

Rachel walked over to me, her hips swaying with every step. "Mom, you wouldn't have bought it if you weren't tempted to wear it. Be daring with me today. It's not like I'll see something I didn't see last night."

I couldn't believe she brought up us masturbating together last night in such a flirty way. It seemed like Rachel's time in college changed her more than I initially thought. Something about how she behaved made me rethink some of her behaviors since she returned home.

I took the bikini from her and headed to the bathroom.

As I walked into the bathroom, I grasped for the counter, feeling unsteady on my feet. I felt flushed and desperately needed a second away from Rachel to catch my breath.

"You got this," I whispered to myself, letting my towel drop to the floor.

Looking at ...

... myself in the mirror, I couldn't deny that I felt a little bit daring and maybe even a little bit sexy this morning. Maybe Rachel was right; it was time to join her on her adventure.

I slipped on the tiny scrap of fabric that was supposed to pass for a bottom. I couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious, but I tried my best to push those thoughts aside. The thong felt strange against my skin and left my whole ass out for the world to see.

I turned to the side to check out my profile in the mirror and liked what I saw. My legs looked longer, and my butt looked perkier than it had in years. I felt confident and empowered in a way I hadn't felt in a long time.

As I held the tiny bikini top in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. All the top was a pile of strings with two small triangles attached.

I had never worn anything like this before, and I wasn't sure I could get it on myself. As I struggled to tie the strings around my back, I could feel my frustration growing. The strings seemed impossibly small and delicate, and I couldn't get them to tie in a neat bow. I tugged and pulled, but the more I tried to adjust the strings, the more tangled they became.

Eventually, I gave up and stepped out of the bathroom, feeling exposed. I held up the tiny triangles of fabric with my hands, barely covering my breasts.

As I caught my daughter Rachel's eye, I could see the surprise and amusement in her expression.

"Mom, what are you doing?" she ...