We met Kayla and her mom Kathy through a mutual friend, Julie Fraser. My mom, Carla, and I, live next door to Julie, and she's Kayla's tennis coach. What started out as an innocent friendship between two mothers and their daughters, turned into so much more that I get wet just thinking about it!
I assumed Julie introduced us because I'm just a year older than Kayla (she's 19), and our mom's are nearing 40. We're all blondes, so maybe she thought there might be some cultural affinity. I think we're all pretty good looking, but both Kathy and Kayla are exceptionally beautiful. When I first saw them at the restaurant Julie invited us to, I was struck by their model good looks and large, gorgeous, chests.
Was I physically attracted to Kayla? Absolutely! Her mom? Yep. Her too.
In some ways we are very different, though. Kayla goes to UCLA and I'm working, trying to figure out my direction in life. Kayla seems destined for the pro tennis circuit and her mom, well, let's just say the tech industry has done well by her.
You'd never know they were living the rich and famous lifestyle, though. They are super down to earth, and we hit it off right away. I could tell Kayla and Kathy had a great relationship. They laughed easily, and gave hugs and touches easily.
Over the early months of the year, we hung out with them pretty often. We even got to see their gorgeous home, complete with a deck and pool overlooking Los Angeles, and a private tennis court.
It was there that Kathy hatched a plan.
"Let's go to France!" she said as we feasted on steaks and potatoes, served on the deck.
I was looking out at the city lights beginning to come on below me, and wasn't sure I heard right.
"Say, what? France?"
"Sure!" Kathy said. "Kayla's never been, and we love to bring friends on some of our vacations."
My mom, Carla, and I exchanged a look. We just aren't used to fancy get-aways, and certainly not to France. Not on our budgets.
Kathy seemed to understand. "There's no pressure here, guys," she said, raising a glass of wine to her lips. "But the trip is on me!"
"We actually do this all the time," Kayla said. "And it was really my idea. I told Mom I wanted to go overseas and take you with me. I, um, don't have a lot of girlfriends to hang out with."
I must admit, the idea of going to France with my mom was very appealing. And not just to see amazing places. You see, my mom and I have a very special, very intimate relationship. Up until last year, I'd been a pretty sexually frustrated teenager. But Mom helped me discover a wonderful, sensuous, side to myself that I didn't know was there. We ended up discovering that we were very attracted to each other. The day we slept together began a sexual adventure that we're still trying to figure out, but loving every minute of it.
The idea of flying on a private jet all the way from Los Angeles to Paris, France, was the stuff of dreams. Now, it was reality. We said yes.
The plane ride was incredible. Plush leather seats, sumptuous meals, and the ability to sleep in comfort while we cruised at 51,000 feet. And by sleep, I mean actual sleep. Mom and I couldn't have sex, though that would have been fun. But we figured that once at our hotel, we could do pretty much anything we wanted in our own room.
We spent a night in Paris, at the Four Seasons Hotel George V. Mom and I had a suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Sadly, we were so in the wrong timezone that by the time we got to the room, we zoned out.
The next day, a private car picked us up, and we set off on our journey to the Loire Valley - home to castles and French wine. Did I mention that the drinking age in France is 18? We planned to sample a bunch of good wine on this trip.
Kayla and I sat facing front while Kathy and my mom sat across from us, facing back. The French countryside flew by us and it seemed like no time before we were pulling into the Hotel Chateau Du Grand-Luce, near Le Mans.
Our room was magnificent. An 18th Century bed, a sitting table with overstuffed chairs, and a view to die for. I overheard that the rooms went for over $700 a night. I felt very pampered and spoiled. What was also cool was that our room adjoined Kayla and Kathy's. During the day, the door between our rooms was open so we could go back and forth as often as we wanted.
Mom and I cuddled on the bed as we waited to go down for dinner.
"How're you doing, Jenny?" Mom asked.
"A little tired," I answered. "But also missing you. We've been gone two days now and we haven't been able to, well, you know."
Mom laughed. "Yes, I know," she quietly. "I was trying very hard not to stare at your crotch the whole way from Paris."
"I guess maybe my skirt is a bit short?" I said, laughing.
"Not short enough for me!" Mom teased, reaching between my legs.
"Later, Mom!" I whispered, slapping her hand. "We do have to be careful!"
"I know. I know," Mom said, sighing.
I turned back and gave Mom a quick kiss, sticking my tongue into her mouth for just a moment.
"Mmm," she said. "Is that a preview of later?"
"You bet!" I said.
Dinner was, of course, incredible. We had our first taste of French wine, a local one. I may have had a little too much, but it was fun.
Kayla and Kathy seemed to be having a good time too. They laughed a lot, and Kathy would whisper things in Kayla's ears. One time, she quickly looked at us to see if we'd heard what her mom had said. We hadn't, the restaurant was too noisy. Kathy rested her hand on Kayla's arm and traced her fingers gently across it. Boy, they seemed close. It was great to see a mother and daughter with such a great relationship.
I couldn't wait to get back to our room. Once we'd said our good-nights, we closed the adjoining door. We were finally alone.
"How quiet do you think we need to be?" I asked Mom after she'd closed the door.
"Not too quiet," she said. "These walls seem pretty thick."
"Ooh, good!" I said, approaching my mom and holding out my arms to embrace her.
She reached her arms around me and our lips met. We both opened and let our tongues glide over one another. I felt a warm glow between my legs as my tongue explored my mom's mouth.
"I love your tongue!" Mom said, breaking off. "It gets me aroused every time."
"Just wait!" I said. "I plan on arousing you multiple times tonight!"
We made out, holding each other's heads as we kissed and tongued each other.
I reached over and began fondling her breasts, trying to pinch her nipples through her dress.
"Let me help you with that," Mom said, stepping back and unzipping her dress and lifting it over her head, revealing a pink bra and panties underneath.
"You wore the set!" I said, gazing at her figure.
"Yep, the ones I bought that you masturbated to, fantasizing you were making love to me."
"That was our first time," I said, tracing the outline of her bra.
"As mother-daughter lovers. Oh yeah," Mom said, now touching my breasts.
I turned around and let Mom unzip my dress, which fell to the floor. I was wearing a light blue bra and a matching thong.
"Hmm, nice!" Mom said, giving me the once over. "Can't wait to get that off of you!"
"What's keeping you?" I said, reaching behind my back and unclipping my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders to the floor.
"I never get tired of this view," Mom said, reaching out her hands to cup my breasts.
"And I never get tired of you touching them, and licking my nipples!" I said, pulling her head towards my chest.
She opened her mouth, and used her tongue to trace circles around my areola. I felt chills as she used her tongue to push my nipple in, then suck it out with her mouth. She squeezed and pulled on my other nipple.
"Oh fuck, Mom," I said, gazing down at her face on my naked chest.
She came back up and we made out. I reached back and undid her bra, which she sloughed off onto the floor. Now I could see her breasts, right in front of me. Not large but not small, they were so beautiful, big hard nipples, with nice brown areola and just a little sag.
It was my turn to suck on her nipples.
"Mmm. Oh, that feels good, Jenny, to have your mouth on me," she said, holding my head to her breasts as I suckled them.
She began to moan softly as I pinched each of her nipples.
"Shit!" she said, as my hand found its way to her crotch, and I ran my fingers and palm up and down her panties. I could feel the dampness as my finger reached between her legs.
"You're touching me!" she said, her pelvis beginning to move in sync with my hand, which was now rubbing up and down from her crack to her clit.
She began to kiss and tongue me deeply, taking my breasts in her hands and squeezing them.
"Oh yeah, Mom," I said between licks of her nipples. "Your hands are magical!"
Mom's pelvis actually jerked as I slipped two fingers under the fabric of her panties and touched her pussy, finding her hole and sticking my fingers inside her.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" she said, now moving faster and harder.
I finger-fucked her for less then a minute before she pulled away and brought me to our bed.
"I've got to have you now!" she said, with an urgency in her voice.
She pulled off her panties and I got rid of my thong as I climbed up on the bed. It felt so romantic to be making love to my mother in an historic, four-poster bed. It was almost like we were in one of those period movies or something.
Mom pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, grinding her pelvis on my pubic mound. She then leaned back and put one of her legs between mine. I knew what was coming and raised myself up, watching as our wet pussies touched and our legs entangled.
"Oh! Mmmm! Oh!" she began to moan.
Every time our pussy lips kissed each other and our clits met, I felt a rush of pleasure. Mom had introduced me to scissoring, and I loved it.
"You're going to make me cum!" I said, feeling my breathing increase and my hips thrust to her pussy.
"Me too!" she said, her pelvis rocking back and forth on my leg.
"Oh fucking shit!" she said as she came.
"Ahhhh!" I cried as softly as I could, as I orgasmed along with her.
There's something so special when two women experience a simultaneous orgasm. It's almost like the feelings are multiplied. It's especially wonderful when you are giving an orgasm to your own mother while you are cumming too.
After the initial powerful feelings swept through us, Mom and I pulled each other in, and our tongues danced across each other, our mouths held tightly together.
After we broke off, Mom pushed me back against the bed and climbed on top of me.
She began sucking on my tits, while reaching her hand between my legs, running her fingers through my blonde patch of hair and into my slit.
"Oh yeah, Mom. Oooh, fuck!" I said, hardly down from my first orgasm, and already feeling another starting to build.
"I want you to cum on my mouth," Mom said as she moved lower.
"I fucking will!" I said, my hips already starting to move up and down.
She kissed her way down my stomach and buried her head in my bush.
"You smell so good!" she said, gazing up at me. I couldn't see her mouth but her eyes sparkled with desire.
A moment later I felt her tongue touch my slit.
