Boundaries Ch. 04

"I'm sorry, milady, if I neglected my duties. Shall I, your Ladyship?" She gently brushed her palms over the tops of my hands and I let her grab the bottoms.

She slid them up my legs, pressing her hips into me from behind. "Yeah, there were some cute guys there. I don't know about the having sex with them part."

She shifted her fingers to the front of my bikini bottoms. As she pulled them up, her fingernails brushed against the insides of my thighs all the way up to my waist. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. "But, there were a lot of hot girls there. I would have brought them home, Mom. Let you have your shot at them, too."

My wicked mind spun out a crazy scene. My daughter 69'ing a slender preppy blonde we saw at the mall. Two teenagers quickly trying to bring each other to frantic, gasping orgasms on the floor of the women's bathroom. They'd let me watch after I promised to hold the door shut. My dark-haired ballerina trading juices with her blonde preppy lover. The fervid slurps in the restroom silence. I loved contrasts, dark hair and light hair, old and young, experienced and naive, mother and daughter,...

I was wrenched from my reverie when Kaylee pulled away and returned to my bedside to finish dressing. I followed her like a cat in heat and sat down next to her bikini that was still laid out on my bed. I wasn't as dainty as her. I rustled the sheets when I sat down.

Kaylee eyed me. "Your girls look hot in that bikini top, Mom."

"Girls?"

Kaylee grabbed her handful-sized breasts and weighed them in her hand. She ran her fingernails over her smooth and youthful flesh and then finally smashed them together a little bit. My nipples were fair, fuller. Hers were darker, smaller. Contrasts.

"Girls," she explained.

"Why thank you, sweetie. You're kind." I blushed.

"No, I'm serious. You probably drive the guys wild at the office."

I just smiled and watched my kid tug on her blue lacy bikini bottoms. She had been next to me while dressing and she leaned in and braced herself on my thighs with her hands.

"In any case." Kaylee's eyes were soft and inquisitive. "Do you like?"

"Of course, honey. It looks very nice," I responded, matter-of-factually, struggling to hide the excitement in my voice. "Just don't go wearing that in public."

She frowned. "That bad?"

"No!" I snorted, surprised. "It was a compliment. I just meant that it's a little... revealing."

"Oh. Got it. But, you didn't answer my question."

"I didn't?"

"You have to say I look nice as my mom." She stood up straight and did another little twirl, with a whole lot of hip movement thrown in. My tongue almost rolled out but I pulled it back in. "But do you like it? If you were a guy, I mean?"

I looked her up and down, as if I was assessing it for aesthetic value. I wasn't.

"You mean, do I think it's sexy?"

She nodded eagerly.

I tried using words that she used to describe women sometimes. She often used the word 'hot'.

"You're beautiful, dear." I gulped, trying not to sound too aroused as I answered. "It looks hot on you."

Kaylee beamed as she stood up, pleased with my answer. "I hope Kristen likes it, too. Thanks, Mom."

My daughter reached out her hand with mock ceremony. "Shall we, milady?"

I accepted her hand and she led me outside to the hot tub.

"I tried calling Kristen to see if she wanted to join us," Kaylee explained as she slid into the water. "She's out with her mom and dad. She said to have fun without her. I wish she was here, too."

"Me, too. Kristen's fun."

"I know." Kaylee giggled.

"You're terrible. If she were here, I doubt you two would spend much time in the hot tub," I teased as I dipped my legs into the water.

She grinned mischievously. "And what would we be doing?"

I gave her a wry look. "You know."

I'd caught them making out in the living room a few times and it had become a running joke. They also didn't mind giving each other little pecks and small kisses in front of me.

"I don't know." She made small splashes with the water, playing with it the same way she was playing with me. "Anyway, I wondered if you two might be able to teach me a few things if I were the one watching."

"Kaylee!" I exclaimed out of habit -- not because I was repulsed by the idea. "That's not what I meant." I couldn't believe she'd said it aloud.

"I'm just joking, Mom." She rolled her eyes again. It's a wonder they didn't fall out of her sockets. "You can be so serious sometimes."

We immersed ourselves in the water, opposite each other, letting the heat of the water sink in.

"I wonder about you sometimes, Mom," she said, more serious this time.

"How so?"

She paused and her brow creased as she searched for the words. "You have all these boundaries and stuff. Like with Kristen. At first, you were totally weird about that."

Yeah, sleeping with your girlfriend was weird no matter what you both said. I looked at her for a long moment. "So, what you are saying?"

"I mean," she stumbled, backpedaling. "Okay, I'm not saying I'm a perv."

"I'm not saying you are, hun." I chuckled. "But where are you going with this?"

"I guess I'm just saying you don't have to be so uptight around me sometimes."

Her explanation sounded a bit circular to me.

"I'm open to anything you want to talk about, hun" I reassured her. "I'm just not sure what's going on in your head these days. Sometimes I need a little help understanding what's going on up there. I'm a mom-"

"Not a mind reader?" she finished it for me as if by rote.

"Have I said that a lot?"

"Just a few. Thousand." Her nose wrinkled up cutely.

"Sorry."

Her smile was forgiving. "S'ok. The thing is you're really easy to talk to yet hard to talk to at the same time. You might be the coolest mom ever, but you're still my mom, you know?"

"I hear you." I swept my arms back and forth underwater, trying to put words together. I wanted to make them good ones. "Look, if it helps, I think my role is supposed to change over time. I mean, you don't need me to choose your clothes or pack your lunch any more, right?"

"Nope. I've got that all worked out for myself, thanks."

"Exactly. As you change, I change. You're a woman, Kaylee, a smart and beautiful young woman. You've got different challenges now. Bigger ones." I paused to give her my most tender look. "And I'd really like to help you with those, too."

Something hit home because she was quiet for a while. She nodded, leaned back, and closed her eyes. Her hair was wet from the steam rising off the surface. It clung to her neck and shoulders. Like most ballerinas, Kaylee was delicate up top. Her neck was long, slender, and smooth. Perfect for nibbling. I wanted to kiss her from her neck and blaze a soft, sensuous trail down her fit body.

A silly smile crept across my daughter's face and I felt her strong legs wrap around my knees. Her dancing showed. Her grip was like a vice.

Her smile widened as she pulled me closer. In the process, she nearly slipped off her seat. She laughed as waves splashed her in the face when she almost plunged into the water.

"Hey, keep your hands and feet to yourself, over there!" I laughed.

"Come over here, then." My daughter giggled. "I don't have cooties, y'know?"

I obliged her and waded unsteadily over to her side. I sat next to her and Kaylee promptly laid her head on my shoulder, just like I saw her do with her girlfriend. Her elbow slipped underneath mine, forming a clasp. It left just enough room between us for a jet. I could feel strands of her wet hair stick to my back and shoulder.

"Okay, so I'm going to do that explaining thing we just talked about, Mom," Kaylee ventured after a long while.

"Explain away, honey." I waited, relaxing, letting the water sooth my muscles.

"I discovered this in the swimming pool a long time ago but it's even better in the hot tub."

"What's that?"

"These jets? They feel, uh, really good when they're are against your, you know, vijayjay."

"I know, sweetie." I laughed. "Why do you think people buy these things?"

"You serious?"

"Yeah. I guess it feels okay for guys too, I'd think. But it's practically designed for us girls."

She looked at the water in front of her, playing with it, separating it with her hands. My pussy ached just thinking about her young body writhing against the jet pulsing between us.

My primitive sex-brain shifted into high gear. "Have you done it often?"

"I don't know. Some."

For better or for worse, my kid was a terrible liar. I gave her a long look.

"Okay," she admitted. "A lot. More than a lot. I think I've done it about a million times. I honestly love this frickin' hot tub."

We shared a giggle.

"Just here?" I probed, rummaging for more delicious details. Bad mommy.

"No." Her cheeks flushed red. "I masturbated in a public one the first time. That's how I found out about it. I did it when no one was around. I tried again but I was too embarrassed someone would walk in on me."

"My, my." I gulped. "The things I didn't know about my daughter. I have a public masturbater on my hands."

Kaylee's cheeks flushed a deeper red. "I don't do it any more."

I chuckled. "I don't mind if you do, hun." I lowered my voice. "If someone had seen you, they probably would have liked watching."

"Yeah, freaks."

I smiled. "Public masturbation can be gratifying, kiddo. For you and the person watching."

She looked off into the distance. "I always thought that if you did it in public it was wrong."

"If you like it, hun, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It can be a lot of fun. I've found that the public aspect of it can be -- deeply -- arousing for me." I paused on 'deeply' to add emphasis, but also because thinking about it made my voice catch.

"Really?"

I nodded. "A little wrong can sometimes be really good." And a large wrong could be even better. A barely bit that last thought back.

Kaylee turned away, taking in what I said. Her chest heaved slightly.

"If you like it half as much as I do, I bet you are really good at masturbating with the jets," Kaylee wondered out loud after a while. "I've done it a lot but you've done it longer."

"Practice does make perfect." I gave her a crooked smile. "Don't think on such things, hunnie. I'm still your mother after all." I meant it as a joke, but she took it seriously.

"No. I'm not trying to be pervy. I'm just saying, is all," she scrambled quickly. The heat I noticed earlier was still evident in her voice. "I mean, it is something I've thought about a lot."

To my credit, I managed to hold my tongue but my crooked smile grew wider.

"Don't look at me like that." Kaylee prodded me in the ribs. "Me and Kristen, y'know, we're just figuring this stuff out. We don't always know what we're doing. That's what I meant. I didn't say that because I'm a pervert."

"I know, sweetie," I empathized.

The conversation died for a moment but she was still turning something over in her head. Her hands slid beneath the water. She grasped her knees and stared off into space again.

"Okay, I'm not trying to be a creepazoid here," she began. "But I was curious about something."

"About what?"

"I want to do that public thing. You make it sound kinda sexy."

"With the jets?"

She nodded.

I snickered. "You certainly are my daughter. The public part gets me going, too. I understand, sweetie. I don't have any plans tomorrow so feel free to take the car and go down to the pool."

"No. I want to try it here."

"Like when the neighbors are out?" That thought got me really excited.

Kaylee nibbled her lip. "Uh-uh. I mean, now."

The entire world rotated on its axis by a few degrees. It took me a moment to readjust.

Kaylee stiffened next to me. "You aren't going to do that prudey thing again we just talked about, are you?"

I was still speechless. The sensible part of me knew I should change the subject or dissuade her. She had more pluck than I ever could broaching this topic. The other part churned with desire.

"You don't even have to look, Mom. I just want someone here to see if it feels as good as the first time."

Parts of me shrieked their lecherous encouragement, but I made one last attempt at momhood. "Why can't you just go to the rec center? Do it there?"

"'Cause I think it would be weird to do it in front of a stranger. I'd feel more comfortable in front of someone I know, someone who cares about me, and wouldn't make fun of me if I looked silly." Her eyes were downcast. "Besides, I think you've seen me naked plenty. It wouldn't feel so weird in front of you."

My heart swelled to hear her say she felt close to me. My love for my daughter welled-up in my chest. Kaylee's pleading, brown eyes rose, framed by dripping dark hair.

I knew I was going to hell for this. In the express lane. I gave her my best mom smile. "I understand what you're saying. We could have just talked about it, too. But we can do it your way. If you want me to be here, I'll do that for you."

Even though I stripped what I said of any sexual intent, I wanted this so badly. Had I given way to her needs or mine?

"I'm not trying to skeeve you out," she continued. "You don't even have to look. I just want to try."

"Alright," I agreed and stroked her cheek. "I'll be right here. For you."

My daughter's grateful smile was all the confirmation I needed.

She stalled for a moment and I wrapped my arm around her in a motherly embrace. I felt the nervous tension in her shoulders. What were we supposed to do next?

"So," I consoled. "What would you like me to do, sweetie?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Just stay there."

I smiled and pulled away to give her some room. Her hand shot out to drag me closer again.

"No," she pleaded softly.

With a weak, self-conscious smile, Kaylee spun to face the backrest of the hot tub. She brought her knee up to her chest and braced her heel against the bench-like seat she was on. She lithely brought up her other leg to squat over the jet.

She steadied herself by putting her hand on my thigh. A very un-maternal thrill zipped through me.

My daughter reached between her legs. "Just need to move the jet up." It looked like she was playing with herself as she adjusted it. "There, now it's pointing up."

She hunched closer, then moved back and down. A shudder rolled from her hips up to her shoulders.

Her head tilted back. "Mmmm." Kaylee stifled it in embarrassment.

My beautiful daughter, moved up and down, back and forth slowly, experimentally. Her cautious movements showed me that this was still trying to figure it out somewhat. She winced and moaned when it was too much, then she'd raise herself off the jet and her face would relax. Her body would lower again.

The movement reminded me of one of the first dildo experiences I had with a woman. Then and now blurred and it was suddenly my daughter squatting over me, my strap-on dildo impaling her between the legs, as she used her strong thighs to pull her pussy up and down along my thick plastic shaft. Her head tilted back, mouth slightly open, riding my dick just how she wanted it...

"Oh, hun," I gasped without meaning to, caught up in the image in my head.

Kaylee's eyes filled with naked lust as they slid over to me. Her pleasure consumed her.

My pussy throbbed the way it did when I was a horny and undersexed teenager. I felt her strong, slippery legs against mine.

"So... good,... Mom." Kaylee's voice cracked completely. She tried to pull me in closer but I was already smothering my daughter.

Nails dug into my thigh with every maneuver and gasp. Each time, those nails made my pussy scream. It slammed me back into reality.

"First things first, hun," I instructed.

I didn't even think about it before I did it.

I pulled her toward me. Our breasts mashed together and I felt her hard nipples poke into my flesh. Her wet hair clung to me and her whole body was slick to my touch. I reached behind her. Kaylee's heated eyes slid up to mine, accepting what I was doing with lust-fueled abandon.

My stomach quivered with uncontrollable excitement. I wondered if she felt my reaction pressed up against her like I was. The thought of her feeling my fervor aroused me even further.

"This will make you more... comfortable," I explained, trying to sound helpful, but my voice faltered from the debauchery.

I untied her bikini top and hung it over the edge of the tub beside her. I gently helped her lean back so she didn't smack against the side of the tub.

The bubbles rushed around her bare breasts, licking the sensitive flesh.

Taken with the sensations, Kaylee swiped her pussy across the jet again, sucking in air through her teeth. I lewdly slid my arms down to her waist.

Even though her motions were unsure, she controlled herself with phenomenal grace, her movements were a dancer's even now.

My sex-crazed mind was imagining her putting those fluid, precise hip movements to work, with a strap-on, fucking me.

And then she went stiff, braced herself, and pulled her body away from the jet. She spent long moments, rigid, unsteady, eyes closed, trying desperately to settle herself. She regained her composure after a while and let out a long sigh.

"Didn't know if I wanted to go there... yet," she husked.

Her hand snaked down her trim belly. I watched through wavy and refracting waters as she pressed her fingers against her bikini bottoms and squeezed her legs together. She shivered slightly.

"Doesn't make it very satisfying when you hold back, though." She grinned, devilishly. "Now, I really wish Kristen was here."

"You're not the only one," I agreed and kissed my daughter on the cheek. "Thanks for sharing. How was it?"

"Mmm. I bet you'd show us a thing or two on the jets." Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me.

"I've wondered along those lines." I reached out, sliding my hand along her leg.

"Me, too," she shifted in her seat, still staring at me, hands still shoved in the water. "About the experience thing. Like I said before."

"How are you and Kristen doing in that department, anyways?" Did I sound desperate? I couldn't tell over the excitement coursing through me.

"Things are... wonderful." Her eyes narrowed, emphasizing the lurid nature of what 'wonderful' implied. "She's my bestie."

"Wasn't talking about the relationship, hun." I winked. "I've never really explained the details to anyone before. But women are more complicated than men. I just hope you two are learning how to please yourselves fully."

It was as if Kaylee had been waiting for that exact question. "I was kind of hoping Kristen would teach me what she learned from you. At some point."

My stomach fluttered.

I reached down to her bikini bottoms and hooked a thumb into the string around her waist.

"Want to cut out the middleman?" I asked. "I could give you another pointer."

She hesitated, but nodded her head, eyes still dilated with arousal. I slipped down her bikini bottoms and let them rest around her thighs.

"C'mere in my lap and hold onto me," I instructed. "With your legs around my waist." I patted her sinewy limbs.

Her muscular legs wrapped around my hips and I slid my hands down to her butt. I gripped one firm cheek in each hand. She jerked.

"Easy. Trust me, okay?" I soothed.

She rested her cheek on my shoulder like she did when she was little. "Okay," she murmured.

I eased us both forward until the jet across from us began washing over her rump. A little closer. Down just a tiny bit.

She sucked in a gasp when the bubbles slipped beneath to tease her still sensitive pussy. I eased her a hair closer.

My daughter let out a tiny squeal-moan. "This feels funny having... someone else... wow!" She gasped through clenched teeth.

I nuzzled the side of her head. "It gets better, love." I pressed her fully onto the jet. The bubbles pummeled her bare mound perfectly.