Erica looked across the dinner table to Summer, her nubile 20 year old daughter. It had just been the two of them for the last 12 months, since her husband had left.
But Summer seemed to be coping, playing soccer on the weekends and doing well in college. Although Erica did think she was spending too much time at home, especially on Friday and Saturday nights.
Whenever Erica raised the subject, Summer always had the same answer.
"Don't worry about me mom, I like spending time at home, with you." With a sigh, Erica always accepted Summer's words.
And one night, Summer had told her mom that she was "definitely not" sexually active.
"But what about hugs and cuddles, Summer?" asked Erica.
Summer walked up to her mom and fell into her arms and said, "I can always get those from you, anytime, right?"
"Of course, sweetie," she said and held Summer close.
But Erica was conscious of her daughters breasts pressing against her, which felt comforting in a motherly way. They were full and firm she thought.
As the two woman finished their hug their eyes met briefly. Erica blushed, aware that her nipples had hardened as a result of the embrace.
That night, lying in bed, Erica thoughts wandered to her daughter. She was a young woman now, with long dark hair, full breasts and a lovely smile. Popular with the boys, despite Summer's protestations of virginity.
Erica realised her hands were wandering over her own body, pleasuring herself. Fondling her breasts and nipples, then spreading her legs and fingering herself gently. She was wet and her fingers were soon saturated.
She was happy with her own body. Full breasts, a nice figure; she thought guys probably liked her arse. But she wasn't much into guys, women were more loving, and sensual.
With a start, she removed her fingers - she had been thinking about her own daughter; wondering what her breasts felt like, to kiss and lick. To undress her.
"No...", she told herself and willed herself to sleep and forget. But moments later, the image of her naked daughter filled her thoughts once again before she drifted off to sleep.
Over the next few days, Erica focussed on her job, her friends; anything to keep her mind off the growing physical attraction she felt for her daughter. But she sensed the attraction was not to be denied, and allowed herself occasional masturbation sessions thinking about her daughter and and her young, fresh body.
The following Saturday night, unable to sleep, Erica wandered down the hallway, past Summer's bedroom.
She always slept with the door open, so Erica stood at the doorway just watching her beautiful daughter. She had thrown off the bedclothes and was lying prone on the bed, wearing a nightshirt and knickers. Her shirt was mostly undone, and Erica had a glimspe of her daughters breasts.
Summer began to stir, possibly from a bad dream.
