Beth had always been close to her mother, the pair had been inseparable since her father's death 9 years ago. Beth's mother never re-married, nor dated much for that matter. Her job kept her pretty busy and often she was not home when Beth went to bed at night. She didn't mind though, she had weekends with her mom, and that seemed to ease the pain of being alone so much.
Beth's mother was beautiful for her age, at 36 years old, she could easily pass for 25. She had taken care of herself over the years, often indulging in a day at the spa or a weekly massage. She was tall, with legs that seemed to have no end. Her hair was long and thick, a beautiful shade of honey blonde and her eyes were so deep blue you could easily become hypnotized.
Luckily, Beth had inherited her mother's beauty. She was just a few inches shorter but had the same gorgeous hair and hypnotizing eyes. She had recently turned 18 and was looking forward to starting college in a few months. She hated to leave her mother behind, but she would be home every weekend as the college was only 22 miles away.
One night, Sheila, Beth's mother, heard her daughter crying as she passed her bedroom door on the way to her own room.
"Beth? Baby what's wrong?" she asked, slowly pushing the bedroom door open.
"It's nothing, Mom," she whispered in the darkness.
Sheila entered the room and flipped on the lamp next to Beth's bed.
"Oh baby, you've been crying for awhile, what is it?" she asked, running her fingers thru her daughter's hair.
"Angie called me today," she said, trying to adjust her eyes to the light, "She won't be going to college until next year, she's taking a year off."
"I'm sorry, honey, I know you were looking forward to starting school together," said Sheila, shifting and getting comfy on the canopy bed.
"We had it all planned out, Mom, we would start college together, graduate together, then move in together and start that art studio we've been planning," said Beth, wiping her nose with a tissue.
"Well honey, you can still do that," said her mother, "You'll just graduate a year earlier, then I'm sure Angie will join you."
Beth did not seem satisfied with that answer and she began to cry again, "She has ruined our plan, Mom, I guess she didn't want it as much as I do."
Sheila moved up on the bed and took her daughter into her arms, "Baby, it's all gonna work out fine, you'll see."
Beth settled into her mother's arms, instantly feeling better.
"Thanks, Mom," she said, looking up to give her mother a kiss.
"It's quite alright, baby," she said, returning the kiss, "That's what I'm here for, you can talk to me anytime."
Beth smiled, remaining in her mother's embrace, feeling safe and almost child-like. She took in a deep breath, smelling her mother's delicious perfume. That smell had always made her feel warm and cozy, remembering that scent from early childhood.
The pair remained quiet as the mother held her child, gently rocking back and forth on the bed, occasionally running her fingers thru her hair.
Beth noticed that her mother's fingertips would graze her breasts every now and then, but still neither of them spoke. Sheila had begun to hum a tune slow and low as she caressed her daughter's head.
Beth couldn't help but notice the flimsy lace material that her mother's top was made out of, her cleavage totally visible. She looked down, admiring the mass of her mother's tits. They were large and sagged a bit, but in no way took away from Sheila's beauty or sex appeal.
She felt her panties beginning to get wet, but why? Was her mother turning her on? No, it couldn't be that. Beth closed her eyes and began to get lost in the tune her mother was humming.
Before either woman realized it, it was already midnight.
"Oh baby, I'm sorry, you need to get some sleep," said Sheila.
"Don't leave yet, Mom," whispered Beth.
Sheila smiled and agreed to stay, this time the women stretched out on Beth's bed, giving Sheila's back a rest.
As Beth situated herself, trying desperately to get comfortable, Sheila slid up behind her, wrapping her arms around her daughter. Beth's body had begun to tingle again, still confusing her.
"Get some rest, baby," Sheila whispered.
Beth wasn't sleepy, she was more interested in the fact that her mother's hands were just inches from her young tits, causing her nipples to rise.
"Mom?" Beth whispered.
"Yes baby?"
"I love you," said Beth.
"I love you too baby," said Sheila, tightening her grip around her daughter's arm.
Over the course of the night, the women had fallen asleep, but Beth awoke to find that it was 3 am and her mother was still sleeping behind her. Only now, she had moved around so much that her top was now twisted and her mother's nipples had become rocks.
Beth rolled over, facing her mother, watching her sleep. Without even realizing it, she had reached over and cupped her mother's left tit, squeezing it lightly and rubbing the hard nipple beneath the top.
"Beth, baby, what are you doing?" her mother asked sleepily.
She didn't answer, she just kept rubbing, slowly beginning to knead her mother's flesh a bit harder. This seemed to pull Sheila from the deep sleep she was in.