Mom's Awakening

"Nah, I'm okay. I have my spray," I answered, showing Rachel my bottle of sunscreen.

"Your loss," Rachel smirked, sticking her tongue out at me.

I couldn't take my eyes off Rachel as she began to apply the tanning oil to her young body. She squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and then started rubbing it onto her body. As she massaged the oil into her skin, I noticed how smooth and silky it looked. Her fingers glided effortlessly over her skin, leaving behind a subtle shimmer.

As Rachel continued to apply the tanning oil to her body, I couldn't help but be captivated by her movements. She had an ease and grace to her that I had never seen before, and it made me feel like I was watching a professional dancer in action.

She ran her hands over her ample chest, down her stomach, and over her hips, each movement slow and deliberate. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was putting a show on for me.

I could see the muscles in her arms flexing as she worked the oil into her skin, and I was amazed at how effortlessly she made it all look. As she reached down to apply the oil to her legs, she propped one leg up, giving me an even better view of her toned and tanned body. Her tiny bikini barely covered anything, and I couldn't help but stare as she ran her hands over the length of her smooth, muscular legs.

Watching her, I couldn't help but feel turned on. While I was sure she wasn't trying to seduce me, there was something sensual about how she applied the oil to her body.

As she finished up and turned over onto her stomach, I couldn't help but gawk at my daughter, feeling lost in the moment. It was like I was seeing her for the first time; I was struck by her beauty.

"Wow, you look amazing," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rachel turned to me and grinned. "Thanks, Mom. You do too."

After an hour of tanning, Rachel turned towards me.

"Hey, I'm getting hot. Let's take a dip in the water," Rachel called out, running towards the waves.

I hesitated for a moment before following Rachel into the ocean. As we splashed around, I noticed that my bikini started to ride up a bit. I tried to adjust it discreetly, but Rachel saw.

"Mom, you're so cute," Rachel said, giggling. "Don't worry about it. Just let loose and have fun."

I couldn't help but smile at Rachel's infectious energy.

As we got out of the water and returned to our blanket, I was struck by how beautiful Rachel looked in her bikini. The sun bounced off her dripping wet body, causing her skin and hair to glisten. Rachel looked like a sexy goddess.

"Mom, are you okay?" Rachel asked, noticing me staring.

"I'm fine, just admiring the view," I said, grinning.

Rachel giggled and gave me a hug. "You're so cute, Mom. You know, you look amazing in your bikini too."

I blushed at her compliment. But she was right. I looked hot. The water made my bikini cling to my body, showing off my hard nipples and giving me a camel toe.

Rachel's almost naked body felt wonderful underhand and reminded me of the sexiness of what we were wearing.

"Thanks, sweetie," I said. "I guess it just takes some getting used to."

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, I remember feeling the same way when I first started wearing bikinis. But honestly, it's so much more comfortable and freeing than wearing a one-piece."

I smiled at her. "I can definitely see that now."

As we lay on the beach and soaked up the sun, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with my daughter.

We spent the rest of the day laying out, reading, and lounging around. Every once in a while, I thought I caught Rachel checking me out. The thought seemed wild and caused my pussy to leak into my barely there bikini bottoms.

I couldn't get over how little her bikini covered. It made it hard not to check out her killer body. Gone was the teenager who left home. In front of me was a woman who knew what power her body had.

Rachel's plump breasts pushed against the tiny wet fabric of her bikini while her toned ass shone through her floss-like thong. The bikini gave her body an hourglass appearance.

I found myself unconsciously staring at her, taking in her body. I tried to deny it, but Rachel's body was having an effect on mine.

As the sun set, we gathered our stuff and returned to our room. We showered quickly and changed to go to a local kosher restaurant.

"Today was so much fun, Mom. Thank you for taking me on vacation with you," Rachel gushed.

I took Rachel's hand, "I couldn't think of something I rather do. I am so lucky to have you. I know I threw a lot of you when you got home, but I felt like you were the only one who could understand how trapped I felt. Seeing you find yourself this year was an inspiration," I professed.

On the walk home, the two of us held hands, basking in the beautiful Miami night. We were exhausted from the travel and the hot Miami sun and decided it was best to go to bed early.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the unmistakable sound of a bed squeaking and muffled moans. While the room was pretty dark, the light of the full moon allowed me to make out what Rachel was doing. My daughter was masturbating. What was she thinking? My initial reaction was to be annoyed, even angry, but it was hard not to be turned on by the noises her fingers were making as she fucked herself.

I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, hoping that I would be able to see better. I watched intently as my daughter molested her own chest while her fingers played with her wet pussy.

My heart was pounding out of my chest as the heat rose in my body. I knew I shouldn't watch her, but I couldn't stop. The longer I watched, the more my body yearned to be pleasured.

Every voice in my head advised me to do nothing, just lay there and pretend to be asleep. My body told me to do just the opposite. My nipples hardened, begging to be pulled. I could feel my underwear getting wetter as my pussy screamed to be played with. I couldn't take it anymore.

I slowly ran my hand over my breasts, down my stomach, finally slipping my hand into my underwear. My mouth parted, and my eyes rolled back in my head when my fingers found their intended target. I couldn't help but moan as my fingers circled my clit.

Rachel's eyes flung open, and she turned on the bedside lamp.

"Mom?" Rachel whispered.

I knew I should stop. This was wrong, but after a day of watching Rachel in her bikini and catching her taking glances at me, I didn't care. I tore off my underwear and spread my legs, exposing my wet, swollen pussy to my daughter. My other hand pushed my shirt over my tits, allowing me access to my sensitive nipples.

Rachel's eyes met mine, her hand returning to her soaked cunt.

"This is so wrong," Rachel kept repeating over and over again.

Rachel furiously pumped two fingers into her pussy, her other hand rubbing her clit. I could feel her conflict but also the lust emanating from her body. I felt the same way. I knew we should stop, yet all I wanted to do was to please myself and watch Rachel do the same.

"Watch, Mommy, Rachel," the words came out of my mouth without thought.

"I feel so good, Mom," Rachel said, staring at my body.

"Yes, touch yourself with Mommy. I am so wet, baby. I don't think I've ever been this turned on," I moaned, pinching my nipple.

Rachel's toned body shimmered in the moonlight. She lay there, her mouth opened and her chest heaving. The sloshing of her fingers caused my body to quiver. I wanted to get close to her and watch Rachel fuck herself, but I knew that was a step too far.

My body was flush, and I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I desperately wanted cum, but I worried that my orgasming first would stop everything cold.

"Rachel, you are so beautiful. Touch your body. Rub that clit for Mommy. It feels so good, doesn't it? Rub your pussy with Mommy. I know this is so wrong, but I want you to cum watching me," I screamed.

I watched as Rachel gave in to every primal urge she had. Her fingers rubbed her clit with abandon as her body shook.

"Mommy!" Rachel screamed, an orgasm washing over her.

Seeing my daughter cum, and calling out for me was too much for me.

"I'm cumming too, honey. Mommy's cumming for you," I groaned.

As my body came down from my orgasm, a wave of guilt washed over me.

Without saying a word, Rachel reached over and turned off the light. As I lay there in the dark, I feared what this might mean for our relationship. Despite all my worries, my powerful climax exhausted my body, and I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, I looked over at Rachel's bed, unsure what to expect. She simply smiled back at me.

"We should talk," I said, feeling ashamed.

"Mom, it is okay. We were both turned on, and things got a bit out of hand," Rachel nonchalantly said.

"A bit out of hand? It was wrong," I declared.

"These things happen," Rachel insisted.

I was completely thrown by her reaction. Something about what she said made me wonder if this has happened to her before. I decided to let things go and figured I could always bring it up with her later.

"Mom, I'm going to shower real quick. I want to hit the beach before it gets too hot," Rachel said, closing the door to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Rachel came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her wavy brown hair still damp.

Drops of water clung to her skin as she sauntered into the room. I held my breath, taking in my daughter's beauty. Despite being overwhelmed with guilt, I couldn't help but check her out.

"Showers yours," Rachel announced.

"Thanks," I said, looking down, unable to look Rachel in the eyes.

I grabbed my clothes and made my way to the bathroom.

As the water washed over me, tears rolled down my cheeks. Choosing to dress more immodestly was one thing, but actively masturbating with my daughter was something else altogether.

I felt ashamed of my burgeoning sexuality and felt ill-equipped to handle it. Despite my worries, I knew I had a week of vacation left with Rachel and needed to get my act together.

I took a deep breath and let the water melt my worries away.

Leaving the bathroom, I was shocked to see Rachel wearing the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. The top strained against Rachel's breasts, barely covering her areola, while the bottom was a thin piece of cloth held together by clear straps that molded into Rachel's womanly hips. The back of the bikini was completely bare, revealing her perfectly toned behind.

The heat in my body rose as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.

As Rachel walked towards me, I couldn't help but notice the confidence in her stride. She knew she looked amazing and had every right to feel that way. Her smile was radiant, and I could tell she was enjoying her effect on me.

I stood there frozen, unsure of what to do or say. I felt my labia beginning to swell and the wetness growing between my legs. My body wanted to be pleasured, but my motherly instincts kicked in.

"There is no way you are going out like that," I 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 asked, stifling a giggle.

"I'm trying to put on this bikini top," I replied, the frustration in my voice palpable.

"Here, let me help you," Rachel stated, stepping forward and reaching for the strings.

As she deftly tied the knots and adjusted the triangles of fabric, I couldn't help but feel slightly turned on by her touch. Images of her fingers fucking her pussy last night ran through my mind. Those same fingers tickled and teased my neck and back as she put the final touches on the knots.

Rachel stepped back and gave me a once-over, "You look great Mom," she grinned.

The look on Rachel's face eased my apprehension about wearing such a revealing bikini. Rachel seemed excited that I would take this chance with her, and I started to feel eager to embrace this journey with her.

We threw on matching sheer black cover-ups, grabbed our towels and bags, and headed to the beach.

When we got there, the beach was empty, leaving us plenty of choices of where to set up.

"Do you need help putting on your sunscreen?" Rachel offered with an unmistakable glint in her eyes.

"No, I got it," I quickly replied, afraid of getting too close.

After last night, the thought of Rachel rubbing her hands all over my body made me nervous. As much as I wanted to, last night's misdeeds were interfering with my ability to relax with Rachel.

"Your loss," Rachel chimed.

As she had done the day before, Rachel meticulously applied her tanning oil all over her body. Yesterday, I wondered if Rachel was putting on a show for me; today, there was no doubt that she wanted me to watch her.

She massaged the oil into her skin like she was kneading dough. She took her time, applying oil to her most sensitive parts, almost teasing herself in the process. Her tiny top was surrounded by glistening flesh, barely held up by the smallest of strings. The oil ran down the front of her crotch, making the smooth skin of her bikini area look enticing.

Rachel lay there shimmering in the morning light. I couldn't help myself from ogling at her, and it seemed like Rachel basked in my attention.

After a few hours of tanning, Rachel suggested we take a dip in the ocean. As we waded into the water, I noticed Rachel's eyes on me. This time she wasn't hiding her stares.

As we walked deeper into the water, Rachel started to tease me, splashing me playfully and brushing against me. I returned her playful splashes with gusto, drenching her with water and laughing as she squealed in surprise.

"You're so bad," I said, grinning at her.

Rachel chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea, Mom."

The flirtatious tone in her voice sent a thrill through me, and I felt giddy with excitement. As we continued to play in the water, I grew more and more daring in my actions, brushing my hand against Rachel's arm or playfully tugging at the strings of her bikini.

And as I did, I couldn't help but notice how Rachel responded to me - the way her eyes lit up with pleasure and her breath caught in her throat. It was like we were in our own little world, completely wrapped up in the playful flirtation between us.

I constantly had to remind myself that Rachel was my daughter, and that I had a husband back home who loved me.

Eventually, we returned to the shore, the sun hot on our skin and our bodies slick with water. I felt a little breathless as we lay on our towels like I had just experienced something new and exciting for the first time.

I saw Rachel in a completely different light. Her laughter was more intoxicating, her touch more electric. I felt young again, like I did when Robbie and I first started dating.

"You know," Rachel said, propping herself up on her elbow and gazing at me with a sly smile. "I think we make a pretty good team."

I grinned back at her, feeling a little bold.

"Then, I guess we should spend a lot more time together," I grinned.

Rachel's smile widened. "I like the sound of that."

As we settled back into our blanket, Rachel started to reapply her tanning oil. Between the dampness of the ocean water and the tanning oil, my daughter's skin shined in the summer sun. Oil dripped down her cleavage, bringing attention to her perky tits. Her glistening breasts jiggled slightly with every breath she took, almost causing her bikini to slip off and reveal her nipples to the public.

I couldn't help but notice the stares and whistles from the men around us and envy their desire for her.

I turned on my back and sheepishly asked, "Would you mind applying some of that tanning oil on me? I think it is time I try another new thing today."

Rachel splashed oil onto her hands without saying a word and began massaging it into my skin. As her fingers worked their way across my back, I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my stomach. I had never been touched like this before by another woman, let alone my daughter. There was a tenderness and care to her touch that was so different from Rob's.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Rachel asked, her voice low and husky.

I nodded, unable to form words. As Rachel continued to rub the oil into my skin, her fingers ventured lower and lower, grazing the top of my bikini bottoms.

"You know, Mom," Rachel murmured, her lips close to my ear. "I can think of a few more new things we could try today."

My heart raced as Rachel's hand slipped beneath the fabric of my bikini, tracing circles around my hip bone. I turned to face her, my heart pounding in my chest.

As Rachel teased me, her lack of reaction to last night's events kept playing in my mind.

I cleared my voice before finally saying something. "You know this morning when you said that these things happen. What were you referring to?" I asked, no longer able to control my curiosity.

Rachel's fingers continued to move further down my legs as she spread the oil on my body. I unconsciously opened my legs, involuntarily giving her access to my inner thighs. Rachel dripped oil down my thighs as the heat and wetness in my bikini bottoms grew.