This one is not a true story but one of experience, of emotions and of true feelings. Inspired by some emotions I have known but have become very reacquainted with in the past few days. As always comments and such are more than welcome and I look forward to comments and emails from any and all. Kisses Stormy.
Carol stood transfixed staring at her daughter showering. She wanted to make sure there were enough towels since the two had to share the master bath for a few days while the other was repaired. Megan was behind the clear water splattered glass lathering her teenage body with soap unaware that her mother was even there. Naked, toned and ever so shapely in a subtle way Megan had grown into an attractive woman and Carol had just noticed.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Carol turned her eyes away and went about setting the towels down when her daughter's voice stopped her. "Oh mom, can you hand me my conditioner? it's there on the counter." Carol saw the bottle in question, but saw the dripping wet body of her eighteen year old daughter standing there in front of her, framed in the open door to the large shower.
Her long brown hair was soaked and hanging perfectly straight down and just barely hiding the girls breasts. A long narrow arm ended at a perfect petit hand waiting for the bottle. Carol handed it over and watched Megan go back to showering uncaring she was being watched, studied......lusted after?
Carol snapped her mind back and rushed from the room to make herself busy knowing her body had reacted to what her eyes had just seen. That evening she would lay in bed, naked under her covers and for the first time since since her husband had passed away masturbate. It was what she pictured that caused her conflicting emotions as she rubbed her hard clit and fingered her wet pussy to images in her mind of her daughter naked and dripping wet.
For the next several days Carol watched her daughter closer than ever before. How the tiny girl moved and dressed. Her smile and just cute little things that had gone unnoticed for so long. Megan did notice her mother's attention and found it enjoyable as being a very geeky teen she had so few friends.
Carol masturbated again that evening but was a little loud and Megan heard her. Peeking in the cracked bedroom door the teen stared through wide eyes as her naked mother kicked the sheets off so she could spread her legs further. Never would she have imagined her mother doing this but there she was, pussy neatly trimmed and her fingers plunged in deep. The moans of joy made Megan wet, the look on her mother's face brought a smile to her face. "Good for you mom."
Megan sprinted to her room where she slipped out of her night things and there in the meager light given off by her muted T.V. the eighteen year old began to masturbate like she had seen her mother do. Carol had finished and slipped on a robe and stopped in the hall on her way to get a drink. There was light from Megs room, and a sound.
Carol stood with her mouth open, body still on edge from her orgasm seeing her daughter naked again, this time biting her lower lip as she rubbed her clit and moaning. Carol could see little droplets of juices flying as Megan worked herself into a frenzy before finally arching her back and squirming on the bed in the throes of climax. After this Carol sat in the kitchen sipping a tea and plotting just how she could have her daughter.