The tradition had been followed for a couple of years. After school finished, Kathy and her daughter Cindy would spend a long weekend at the family's condo on the Gulf of Mexico. The drive and the weekend produced wonderful bonding time.
Kathy was in her late 40s. Her husband's business was successful and with money not being a problem, she had cut back on her own work to just part-time. She enjoyed the semi-retirement and the free time it provided.
The biggest problem she faced was that her husband's job demands had impacted their love life. They only had sex on the weekend and that had become less frequent. They would sometimes go a month without fucking.
The lack of sex had led Kathy down a long, dark road. She started exploring on the internet, watching porn and spending time in adult chat rooms. What she viewed and what she discussed had activated something in her brain. When she masturbated, her thoughts often focused on her daughter. Those thoughts were arousing and afterward produced guilt. But those fantasies, her fingers and sometimes a vibrator always produced orgasms.
Kathy's fantasies were dreamlike. She envisioned her daughter with an older man who was seducing and fucking her. Kathy knew from their mom-daughter chats that Cindy was shy and naïve. Knowing that only made Kathy's fantasies hotter. The idea of her daughter being coerced into sex was a deep, dark secret.
At times during their drive to the condo, when Cindy had her ear buds in and was listening to music, Kathy found her thoughts drifting to her fantasies. She gripped the steering wheel tight. She had an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other, both tugging her in opposite directions.
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They arrived just after noon. After unloading and unpacking, the first priority was a trip to the beach. Kathy changed into her one-piece suit while Cindy was getting changed in the bathroom. She emerged wearing her new bikini. Kathy immediately was surprised at how small it was. Cindy's breasts were between an A and a B cup. The suit's halter top had small triangles covering her mounds. The bottom was little more than a thong. Her full ass cheeks were bare.
"Honey, I should have never let you buy that," Kathy said with a smile.
"Oh, mom. I like feeling the sun. And you should see what passes for bikinis for some of my friends."
They each slipped on wispy coverups and gathered their beach bags. After a 5-minute walk, they got to the beach, which wasn't crowded. They located two loungers and settled in.
About 15 minutes later, Kathy noticed a man carrying a lounger who placed it about 10 feet from their location. Inwardly, she felt a twinge of anger. "There's a mile of beach and he has to invade our space."
The man appeared to be middle aged, but it was difficult to gauge how old he was. He was trim and fit with closely cropped black hair peppered with gray on the sides.
He had placed his lounger on the side where Cindy's was, and it was obvious to Kathy that he was ogling her daughter. Cindy was listening to music and oblivious to the world.
About 30 minutes later, Cindy got up and adjusted the lounger so she could lay flat on her stomach. She untied the back of her halter. "Mom, can you put some lotion on me?"
When Kathy sat up and began applying the suntan lotion, she noticed the man was staring, watching. Kathy noticed a slight smile on his face. "Creep."
But after Kathy sat back down, she glanced at her daughter, and she started having those "thoughts" again. Here was an older man who obviously was attracted to her daughter, a man who was probably thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. Kathy had never let her fantasies free while she was with her daughter but now the thoughts and images were racing through her brain. Her nipples were poking against the material of her suit and her pussy was getting moist.
Kathy closed her eyes behind her sunglasses. "Gawd, what the hell is wrong with me?" In her mind, she kept seeing her daughter naked with a faceless older man.
After about 30 minutes, Cindy reached behind and tied her halter strings. She sat up and faced her mom. Kathy almost jumped as she snapped out of her fantasy world.
"Jeez, mom, you OK?" Cindy giggled. "I'm goin' for a swim."
Minutes later, Kathy saw the man stand up and take a few steps toward her.
"Hello, I'm Dave," he said, extending his hand.
Kathy hesitated. She felt her heartbeat quickening. "Kathy," she answered, grasping his hand. He placed his other hand over hers, lightly rubbing it.
He sat down on Cindy's lounger and his charming small talk soon had Kathy relaxed and excited. She hadn't felt this way around a man since dating her husband.
"I know that you caught me staring at your daughter," he said after the conversation had paused. "I'm a women watcher and I know when I've been caught. But she is quite lovely. She takes after her mother."
Dave's pale blue eyes bored into Kathy's. He was an extremely confident man who had experience at reading people. He sensed that Kathy was a housewife/mom who was not content with her sex life and had let her imagination and fantasies carve out a permanent residence in her brain.
Cindy returned from her swim. Dave stood up. "Sweetie, this is Dave," Kathy said in a quiet voice she had to control to keep from quivering. Dave and Cindy shook hands. "Hi, Dave," she said, brightly smiling, her hair dripping and beads of water on her skin. "Pleasure to meet you, Cindy. Your mom and I have been having a marvelous and stimulating chat." At those words, he glanced at Kathy, who felt a shiver run up her spine.
"Oh, really," Cindy replied. "Mom always told me not to talk to strangers." She giggled at her joke.
"Well, I think your mom and I have gotten past the 'stranger' stage. Now I just need to get to know you," he said with a grin. "Hey, why don't you two ladies join me at the place I rented here on the beach? We could have some chilled wine and cool off."
Kathy was about to decline the invitation but hesitated while formulating an excuse.
