Mom's Awakening: The Tension Grows - Sex Stories

Mom's Awakening: The Tension Grows

... thighs as the heat and wetness in my bikini bottoms grew.

"My roommate and I used to masturbate together," Rachel admitted before leaning over and whispering in my ear, "We did other stuff, too."

I was shocked by the overt nature of her pronouncement. But the feeling of Rachel's slick breast on my back, and her warm breath on my ear, made me yearn for her touch.

My daughter had me wrapped around her fingers. Rachel was showing me a side of herself I didn't know existed, a sexual side. I felt conflicted about my playing into her flirtation. It was one thing to masturbate with her last night, but to let this continue the way it was, felt like too much.

I struggled to retain any sense of control.

"I didn't know that you liked girls," I uttered, my voice cracking.

Rachel's hand massaged the dripping oil into my thighs, the back of her hands brushing against my bikini-covered pussy.

"There is a lot I haven't told you about this year," Rachel explained in a low, sultry voice.

"Ugh, I think my legs are good now," I said, squirming out from under my daughter.

Rachel rolled onto her back. "Well, when you want to turn over, don't hesitate to ask for help."

My daughter had just insinuated that she wanted to feel me up, and a part of me wanted her to. Rachel's hands felt fabulous on my body, and it took every ounce of willpower to stop things from progressing to a place we couldn't turn back from.

The rest of the afternoon, Rachel and I exchanged wanting ...

... looks, each of us wanting to take this to a forbidden place.

"We should head on back to the hotel. We don't want to miss our reservation," I said.

As Rachel and I walked back from the beach, we couldn't stop exchanging playful glances. We had been flirting all day, and the tension between us was growing stronger by the minute. I wasn't sure what to do with all of this pent-up desire.

Back in the hotel room, I started to get ready for dinner. I was digging through my suitcase when I heard the bathroom door open. I turned around to see Rachel standing there, wearing a tight black mini-dress that left little to the imagination.

"Wow, Rachel," I said, my eyes fixed on her. "You look absolutely stunning."

Rachel smiled, turning around so I could get a better look. "Thanks, Mom," she replied.

I felt myself blushing as I slipped into a black dress with a plunging neckline. It was a little daring, but that was what this vacation was about.

As we left the room and headed to the restaurant, I felt my lust bubbling up inside me. I couldn't believe how much I wanted Rachel, how much I had been thinking about her all day.

We walked arm-in-arm down the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the air. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over everything. I felt like I was in a dream.

When we finally arrived at the restaurant, I was amazed by how beautiful it was. We were seated at a candlelit table with a view of the ocean. The ...