Mom's Awakening

"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 sound of soft music filled the air, and the scent of delicious food made my mouth water.

As we perused the menu, I couldn't help but steal glances at Rachel. She looked so beautiful, so alluring. The tension between us was palpable, but neither of us wanted to admit it.

We made small talk, discussing our day at the beach and the sights we had seen. But underneath it all, I could feel the electricity between us. My heart skipped a beat every time our hands brushed, or our eyes met.

As we ate our meal, the tension continued to build. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted Rachel and to feel her lips on mine. But I couldn't bring myself to admit that we both desired each other.

By the time we finished our dessert, I was practically trembling with lust. I wanted to reach across the table, take Rachel's hand, and tell her everything that was on my mind. But instead, we paid the bill and left the restaurant, our desire simmering just beneath the surface.

We washed up and said our good nights when we returned to the room. Some of me hoped for a repeat of the previous night's incident but felt horrible about it.

I lay in bed tossing and turning, the day's events running through my head. Rachel and I came on this vacation to help me loosen up and find myself away from the prying eyes of our community. Yet, somehow, it has taken on a very sexual turn.

Rachel openly masturbating in the same room as me, and me joining her seems to have been the tipping point of something that had long simmered in my daughter.

While I knew that Rachel reevaluated her relationship to her Judaism while away at school, I thought that meant reassessing her connection to god and deciding to wear less modest clothes. My sheltered mind never imagined that meant her masturbating and hooking up with her friend.

Yet, I couldn't deny that the image of Rachel with her hot, young roommate masturbating in bed together turned me on.

I lay there for hours struggling with my guilt. Yet, with every passing moment, the wetness between my legs grew. I rubbed my legs together, hoping to stave off the achiness growing between them, but it didn't work. My body begged for attention, and the arousal in my body rose with every passing second.

"Mom, are you awake?" Rachel called out in the dark.

"Yes, honey. I can't sleep. I guess I have a lot on my mind," I answered.

Rachel reached for the end table lamp and quickly turned it on.

"What are you-"I started to ask before being interrupted.

"I'm going to rub one off. It helps when I can't fall asleep," Rachel said while ripping off her pajama shorts.

I watched gobsmacked as my daughter brazenly played with herself before me. I knew I should tell her to stop. Every voice in my head reminded me that I was the mother in this scenario and needed to take control of the situation.

Yet, all I wanted was to give in to my desires and seed control to Rachel. I watched my daughter spread her legs wide as she lifted her shirt, exposing her young breast to me.

Rachel's eyes met mine, begging me to watch her. I was transfixed, watching Rachel as she teased her thighs, running her nails up and down, moving ever closer to her pussy.

The smell of my daughter's arousal wafted through the air filling my nostrils. Her scent was intoxicating, making it harder and harder to control my passion.

"Rachel, we shouldn't," I squeaked out, not believing my own words.

In response, Rachel slipped her middle finger into her pussy and pulled it out. Her cum covered finger looked slick in the darkly lit room.

"This could be you," Rachel moaned as she sucked her finger into her mouth, curling her tongue around it and licking off all her wetness.

"Rachel, what has gotten into you?" I asked, trying to take some control of the situation back.

Rachel's fingers glided up and down her slick labia while she spoke, "Mom, you are missing out on so many aspects of your sexuality. I'm sure Dad has been a great lover, but you have no idea what you lost out on living the way you do."

She was right. Rob was a skilled lover, but years of sexual repression left me wanting more. Yet, before yesterday, more never included my daughter.

I watched as Rachel's shimmering fingers reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off. Her tits shook as she leaned against the headrest, spreading her legs wide open. My daughter was now lying naked before me, masturbating for me.

"Oh, Mommy," Rachel groaned, tickling her hard, eraser-sized nipples.

I couldn't control myself any longer. "Pull your nipples for Mommy," I ordered.

Rachel reached for her breast just like I told her to. Her slim fingers circled her taut nipples before pinching them between her fingers and tugging them. Rachel twisted her sensitive nubs, her body writhing in delight.

"It feels so good, Mom. Please join me. Please," Rachel begged.

I couldn't fight myself any longer. I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could. Rachel gawked at me, now naked before her.

Rachel looked at me, "Mom, you are breathtaking."

I held my breath as Rachel swung her legs over the side of her bed. As she slid her body off the bed, time slowed down. Every step Rachel took toward's me felt like an eternity. Her hips swayed with every step as her sun-kissed breasts jiggled.

I froze as Rachel joined me in bed. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but my body couldn't move. Rachel fanned my legs open before putting her leg over mine. The touch of Rachel's bare smooth skin awoke me from my paralysis.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Rachel admitted as she licked her fingers, lubricating them before bringing them to her clit.

Rachel's mouth flung open, letting out a guttural growl as she furiously stroked her button.

Her eyes met mine, calling me to join her. I ran my hands over my neck, slowly teasing my tingling skin. As my hands descended down my body, I was urged along by my daughter's moans.

My fingers finally made it to their intended destination. I spread apart my labia, plunging one and then two fingers inside me.

"Mommy is so wet," I wailed.

I massaged my clit, while pumping my fingers into my needy cunt.

Looking over at my daughter, I couldn't help but take in how at peace she looked as she played with herself. Her hair splayed behind her, giving her a halo-like appearance.

The squishing of our wet pussies filled the room as our bodies rubbed together. Rachel's bare tits pressed against my arm. Her soft, delicate flesh melted against my bicep as Rachel's chest heaved with every breath.

I looked at my daughter longingly, my eyes begging her to take this to the next step. I felt conflicted, knowing that anything that happened next would forever change our relationship.

"You want this. Let it happen," Rachel said as she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

She was right, I did want this, but every ounce of my being knew this was wrong.

Rachel's lips pressed into mine as her tongue traced them. Rachel's tongue felt terrific, and I felt every once of my resistance melting away. I returned my daughter's kiss, letting her tongue pass my lips.

Rachel ran her tongue over mine, our lips nibbling on one another. I had never kissed another woman and couldn't help but notice how different it felt.

My daughter's smooth skin pressed against mine as Rachel brought her hand up to my right breast. She grazed her fingers over the sensitive skin of my swollen tits. Finally, Rachel's fingers circled my hard nipples. The same nipples she once drank from. She pinched and twisted my nipples between her fingers, causing me to moan.

"That feels so good," I purred.

Rachel took that as a sign to take things further. She bent over and took my nipple into her mouth, licking around the sensitive nub.

I ran my hands through her dark hair, holding her as she sucked, nibbled, and licked my taut nipples.

"Don't stop, Rachel," I moaned, my hand caressing her bare back.

As Rachel moved back and forth, playing with each breast, my pussy got wetter and wetter. I reached between my legs, sliding my fingers between my glistening labia.

Rachel saw what I was doing and placed her hand over mine. My daughter and I teased my pussy together, lubricating our fingers before gently stroking my clit.

"Rub Mommy's pussy with me," I muttered, barely able to speak.

As we pleasured my pussy, Rachel kissed down my toned stomach. Rachel's fingers never left mine, as she kissed her way to the tender skin surrounding my vulva.

Rachel moved my hand away as she spread my labia with her tongue. She slid her tongue up and down my drenched lips lapping up as much of my wetness as she could.

I eased my fingers into Rachel's soft locks as I watched my daughter ravish the cunt she was born from.

"This is so wrong," I screamed as Rachel traced her tongue around my clit.

My body was overheating. Every inch of me felt like I was going to explode. Two days of foreplay and teasing all lead to this moment.

Rachel sucked my clit between her lips and ran circles on it with the broad side of her tongue. It was too much for me.

I looked at Rachel in her big brown eyes and said, "You're making Mommy cum. Don't stop!"

My juices flooded out of me and covered my daughter's lips. As my body came down from my orgasm, Rachel laid on top of me and kissed me with her pussy juice-covered lips. The tangy taste of my pussy on her lips was intoxicating, and I couldn't stop kissing her.

I wanted to return the favor and make my daughter feel as good as she made me feel. But I had never been with a woman and had no idea what to do. I tried remembering what Rachel had done to me and copied her technique.

As I began to kiss and nibble at Rachel's neck, her scent overwhelmed me. Rachel smelled like sweat and pussy. The combination sent me into a fury. I wanted my daughter and planned to do everything I could to make her feel good.

I brought my lips to her perky, ripe breasts. She moaned in delight as I kissed and licked the underside of her boobs.

"Yes, Mom. Just like that," she encouraged.

I kissed every inch of her perky breasts before enveloping her left nipple with my lips. The hard, tender skin felt funny in my mouth. Yet feeling my daughter's nipples swell as I ran my tongue around them brought me a sense of satisfaction.

As I played with Rachel's breast, I slithered my fingers down her stomach to her wide-open legs. My daughter's bald pussy called out to me. I stroked the outside of her vulva before spreading her labia open. Rachel's pussy shimmered in the light. Her pussy was soaked as I ran my fingers through her lips. The sticky wetness coated my digits, getting them ready for what I did next.

"Can I finger you?" I innocently asked.

"Yes, I need it," Rachel screamed, pushing my fingers deep inside her.

Rachel's tight pussy gripped my fingers as I slowly moved them in and out of her cunt, making sure my palm rubbed her clit with every thrust.

"That feels so good, Mom. Please lick my clit while you finger fuck me," Rachel requested.

As much as I wanted to please Rachel, I was nervous about going down on her. I didn't know what to do and worried I wouldn't be any good. I pushed those thoughts aside and made my way between my daughter's legs.

I had never seen a pussy this up close and couldn't get over how intoxicating it looked. I felt pulled towards it.

My first taste of Rachel's pussy sent me into a tizzy. Her tangy juices coated my tongue as I licked up and down her wet folds. The pace and pressure of my fingers increased as I curled my tongue around her button.

Rachel's hips bucked, "just like that. Suck my clit between your lips," she instructed.

I did as told and felt a wave of pussy juice wash over my fingers.

"God, yes. Don't stop," Rachel moaned.

My tongue drew circles on my daughter's clit, slowly teasing her most sensitive spot.

Rachel massaged her young breasts, tweaking and rubbing her nipples. I knew I'd never forget the sight of Rachel playing with her tits while I ate her out.

She wrapped her legs around my back, pushing my face closer to her cunt, as a flood of cum erupted out of her.

"Mommy, you are making me cum," Rachel whaled in delight.

As she came down from her orgasm, Rachel turned off the light, pulled the cover over us, and sweetly kissed me good night.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt Rachel's bare breast pressing against my arm.

"Morning, Mom," she said, looking at me.

I ran my hair through Rachel's sleep-tossed hair, "been up a while?" I asked.

"Ya. Just been watching you. You are probably conflicted about last night, but I want you to know I loved every minute of it. I've wanted it for a long time, and it meant a lot to me," Rachel professed.

"You know, I expected to wake up this morning overwhelmed by guilt, but all I feel is appreciation and love for you," I admitted, kissing Rachel sweetly.

We lay there holding each other for what felt like hours. I felt at peace in my daughter's arms in a way I never expected.

After laying there for a while, Rachel finally spoke, "there is something I have wanted to do for a long time. Would you join me in the shower?"

The fact that Rachel had long thought about anything sexual involving me was still shocking, but I wanted to help her explore her fantasies.

"What is one more new thing?" I joked.

Rachel took my hand and led me to our oversized hotel bathroom.

I turned on the water and let the steam fill the room.

"Come here," Rachel said, making a come hither gesture with her finger.

I beckoned Rachel's call and followed her under the rushing water. As the water cascaded over our bodies, we passionately kissed. Rachel's soft, supple lips massaged mine as I grabbed her tight ass, pulling her closer to me.

The water saturated our brown hair as our slick bodies came together. The hot water felt great on my sticky, sweaty skin. My sensitive breasts pressed against my daughter's, our nipples rubbing against each other.

Rachel's tongue teased my lips before slipping into my mouth. The feeling of her tongue on mine sent shockwaves through my body, the taboo nature of our kissing never far from my mind.

"I had no idea being with a woman would feel so different," I uttered.

"Not just a woman, your hot young daughter," Rachel coyly said as she cupped my pussy.

"Rachel," I moaned, pushing my hips forward.

My daughter wiggled her fingers through the slick folds of my labia, teasing me.

"I need to hear you say what you want," Rachel declared.

Something about this moment felt significant. I knew that voicing what I wanted from Rachel meant admitting this was real. That Rachel and I were actually lovers.

"Please fuck me, Rachel. Mommy needs your fingers deep inside my wet pussy," I begged.

Rachel spun me around and pushed me against the shower wall. I was shocked by my daughter's aggressive move but welcomed it.

"I have waited a long time to hear those words," she said, pulling my hips towards her while spreading my legs wider.

Rob and I experimented with submissive and dominant play several times in bed, but submitting to my daughter felt different.

Rachel's silky smooth fingers grazed my sensitive nipples before teasing the underside of my tits. My knees felt weak as Rachel's wet body pressed against mine.

"That feels so good, Rachel," I howled.

"It is about to feel a whole lot better," Rachel said, plunging two fingers into my tight cunt.

I couldn't get over how brazen my daughter was acting, but I welcomed her finger's assault.

Something primal unleashed inside me as my daughter fucked me from behind.

"Fuck me, Rachel! Mommy needs you to make her cum. Make Mommy your slut," I growled.

The words coming out of my mouth were depraved, and I loved it. Every sexual urge that I ever repressed exploded out of me.

"You like your daughter fucking the pussy she was born from, don't you, you dirty Mommy slut," Rachel said, matching my depraved language.

Rachel reached around my wasted and stroked my clit with her fingers. I pushed my hips back against her fingers, meeting her every thrust as she fucked me hard.

Between our dirty talk, the sensual feeling of the water, and Rachel's attack on my cunt, I was close to cumming.

We moved as one as the water ran over our slick overheated bodies.

"I'm cumming, Rachel. Mommy is cumming for you," I yelled as my knees buckled beneath me.

Rachel held me up and pulled me close to her. She kissed me sweetly before confessing her love.

"I love you, Mom. These past few days have meant so much to me," Rachel admitted.

"I love you too, and we have a whole lot of vacation left together," I replied.

We held each other lovingly, the water cascading over our spent bodies. Eventually, the water turned cold, forcing us to leave the shower.

As we toweled off, Rachel looked at me mischievously, "I have so much more to show you this week!"