After mom and I had sex, it brought us together a little. We spent more time together. Few weeks go by, and we spent the day shopping. With our summer tans in full effect, we looked like sisters to most, not mom and daughter.
She helped me take some new clothes we bought for me into my apartment. With Doug out with is buddies, we had the place to ourselves.
"Why don't you try on those heels and that black mini we got you," mom said, collapsing on my couch.
I looked her out of the corner of my eye.
"Mom, you're aren't coming on to me are you....?"
We giggled.
"Ok, lets see how that outfit looks," I said, cheerily.
And I scurried off to try it on. Black sleeveless turtleneck, black miniskirt with, subtle flashes of red stripe streaking across it for color, and new black pumps. I did look nice, if I do say so myself.
"What do you think?" I said, standing in front of mom sitting on the couch.
"Very nice, very nice honey," she said.
"Thank you!"
Here I was all glammed up and mom had her athletic stuff on. Black shorts with a low heel, and a white button up blouse. Very plain, but she looked good, nevertheless. She always looked good, whenever she let her legs out. ☺
"Come sit with me. I want to tell you something."
I sat down next to her on the couch. Close, as I felt we were definitely heading toward sex and I wanted to be ready this time.
"You know your father and I...she started, then hesitated.
"What mom?"
"We "use" you in bed."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, we pretend, sometimes, he is having sex with you, and I play you since, we do look very similar and all."
"For real?" I said, surprised, yet not really after the first encounter with her. I felt myself becoming aroused at her one sentence.
"Oh yes, and it is..well, fantastic."
"Mom, I don't know what to say to that."
"It makes for amazing sex honey."
"Does he, you know, finish for...me?"
"Oh my darling," Mom giggled. "Gushers."
"Ok, now I'm getting wet." I said.
"Does he know we had sex?" I asked.
"No, I've not told him. Let's get those off you, and I'll tell you about it," Mom said, as she reached underneath the skirt. I uncrossed my legs for her and let her slide my ever moistening panties down my legs, and ankles, gone over the heels."
I knew what she wanted now, and I was going to do it for her. I moved my right hand gently over my clit and leaned back on the couch.
"God, you look hot," Mom said.
"Thanks mom. Tell me. Tell me what you two do."
"Well, we pretend you two have gone out on a date, you wearing something very much like, that, and at the end of the night. You ask your Dad in for coffee. Your sitting close to him with those hot legs I gave you and something happens."
I began to rub my clit a little more insistently.
"Go on mom," I whispered.
"You sit close and talk, and you let him slide his hand up and down your smooth tan, thigh.
"Show me," I said, sitting up and crossing my legs.
Mom shifted so she was on the left if you were looking at the couch. She began rubbing her hand up and down my leg and put her left hand around my shoulder.
"Wow, these are nice," she said. "He goes all the way down to the ankle, like this...then up the calves, then up your thigh. You let him get a little higher each time," Mom whispered, clearly aroused now.
Watching me. I could see her nipples hardening underneath her shirt. "You'd let him inside your panties, lifting your leg just a little, as you two are still talking, and he feels you now. You lift this leg, just a little, and he goes and and slides a finger in."
