Like Mother Like Daughter - Lesbian Boating New Adventures!
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I have a confession to make. I'm a youngish '20 something' woman that fantasises over my unfulfilled secret desire - 'The Mature Woman.' At least the idea of all this makes me hot as I have never experienced any of this - as of yet. I drop off to sleep every night thinking about being held by an older woman. Thinking about being kissed by an older woman. Fantasies, mere fantasies, I tell myself. For some strange reason today I can feel that things were about to change...
I'm Abby, and I just love the early morning sunrise walks along the harbour pier, the warm sun just rising in the distance, the yachts on my left and on my right with the night dew glistening. I power walk the distance of the old pier structure moaning to it's awakening of a brand new day.
The yacht that my mother and I live on is called the 'The Sea Omen.' It must be a 150 footer, all white with sky blue stripes dancing magnificently in the morning rise. I had to stop for a second and take in the sight once again of our beautiful ocean home. How wonderful what the ocean can somehow bring in to a sleepy little coastal town as Mulholland Rise.
As the morning sun casts a bright warm glare over the towering ocean craft I hear a voice that jolts me back to my senses. "Good Morning Honey!" my mother cheerfully announces from the port deck of the luxurious craft. All I see is the silhouette of a figure in a summer frock sipping her cup of tea in the morning light.
Coming back to my senses, "Oh sorry, Um - Morning Mom!" I reply. I stand still now feeling the old pier structure moaning a little more.
"How long do you think we'll stay in this port for mom?"
"Well honey, I reckon let's explore a couple of days maybe, how does that sound? Hey I was wondering did you possibly see where the supermarket is - we really do need to get a few bits."
I'm instantly delighted by the warmth of my mother's voice,
"There's a great one just over on Main Street and Ar..."
Gently butting in,
"Tea?"
She comes over to the edge of the boat to lean over.
"Cup of tea darling?"
"Well, Um, Ar..." I stumble,
"Well yeah I would love a cup of tea."
I look and now I see, the most beautiful face I have ever seen - my mother's beautiful face. I climb aboard and admire the wonderful ocean going craft where my mother and I live, somehow like a dream, but what I admire more is the stunning magnificent woman I am so lucky to have as a mother.
I follow her down the steps and into the kitchen where the kettle sits still cooling down from before. My eyes wander from here to there as I take in the magnificence of what a craft and what a wonderful mother I have.
"It's going to be such a beautiful day, Darling Daughter".
My mom gives me a good morning hug. The way in which my mom used my name was amongst the warmest feelings I've ever had.
"Oh, Ar... just stunning of a day... I really love this, Um, Mother."
I had to say 'Mother', what a beautiful sound!
"Isn't it all so beautiful darling, we've been out and about on this gorgeous craft now for about 3 month, between you and me, going a little stir crazy if you know what I mean. You are definitely my morning welcome stranger, honey."
Hands me a tea and smiles her warmth of a next door welcome from her to me. Mom is in her early forties and at least an inch or two taller than me. Dripping with an air of ease only a woman of stance might dare ever tease - like A Hollywood Trophy Wife - Out Of Sight and Out Of Mind. Her dirty blonde hair and her hazel eyes a young woman as myself just might lose complete integrity over if I only but opened my mind to see more.