Erica lay in bed, restless. She reflected on the events of the evening. She had not really planned on seducing Summer, her 20 year old daughter, and maybe it was not too late to pull back.
After all, all she had really done was slip her hand under Summer's nightshirt, and touched her breast and nipple. Well, ok fondled, Erica thought, smiling at the memory.
It was sensual and loving, rather than overtly sexual.
She thought about her daughter now, tucked up in her own bed. What were her thoughts?
Her words, in a whisper were "It's ok mom, you can touch me anywhere you like."
But what was Summer thinking now, tucked up in her own bed?
The bedrooms were close together, and both the women kept their doors open. Perhaps it wouldn't do any harm to wander past Summer's bedroom, pop her head in and see if she was ok?
She found her robe and put in on over her flimsy nightgown and wandered quietly down the hallway. Even in the dim light, she could make out the womanly form of her daughter, and Erica felt a motherly instinct to just sit with her.
As she neared the bed, her daughter rolled over and looked up at her mom. "Hi mom, are you not sleeping? Surprise, surprise..." she smiled meekly. Erica sat down on the bed and held her daughter's hand. "I just want to make sure you're doing ok, baby."
"I am now, Mom," Summer said and snuggled up to her mother. Erica ran her fingers through her daughter's hair and gently caressed her face. Summer turned her face towards her mom and Erica leant down and softly kissed her daughter fully on the mouth.
It was a lingering kiss, and Erica felt the sweetness of Summer's lips for the first time.
Before she could pull away, she felt her daughter pull her closer and they kissed again, this time as lovers for the first time. Lips parting, soon their tongues were exploring each others mouths, gently at first, then more forcefully.
Erica pulled away and looked into her daughter's eyes. Everything was ok, she concluded.
She slipped her hand down to Summer's shoulder, running her finger over her breasts, touching them as she had earlier in the evening.
But when her fingers moved to undo the buttons on her nightshirt, Summer stopped her.
"No mom," Summer said.
Erica's heart seemed to stop for a brief moment, but then her daughter smiled.
"Let me do it, ok?" said Summer and she began to undo her nightshirt, showing her mother her full breasts.
"Oh baby," Erica said, "they are just so gorgeous."
Erica lent down and, cupping a breast in one hand, gently kissed and sucked on her daughters hardened nipples. They were erect and protruding. Then she ran her tongue all over Summer's breasts and neck, savouring every moment and trying not to miss an inch.
Summer's soft moaning became more urgent as she pleaded, "Oh mom, please don't stop."
When Summer's breathing had returned to normal, Erica lifted her head off her daughter's body, and just took a moment to look at Summer. Her breasts were glistening from her mothers licking and sucking.
Without thinking, Erica reached down and undid her own dressing gown, sensing her daughter was looking at her breasts. Erica undid her nightshirt enough for one of her breasts to fall close to Summer's face.
Summer reached up and gently touched her mother's breasts, before lifting her face, and kissing and licking them.
Erica's hands wandered over Summer's belly, over her legs, feeling her daughter moan softly with pleasure at her touches. As Erica's hand moved to Summer's inner thigh, she parted her legs, and ran her own hand over her knickers.
