Caitlin decided to spend Spring Break at home this year, with her mother, Carrie, and her little sister, Chloe.
In her first year at college, during Spring Break, she had gone to Ft. Lauderdale with several of her girlfriends. The first day there, while drinking, she had almost drown in the ocean. The next day she had gotten so drunk she passed out and had to be turned onto her side by two of her friends when, still unconscious, her body started rejecting all the booze she had poured down her throat. Two days later she was almost raped, would have been if her friends hadn't unexpectedly come back to the room they were sharing.
So, no more major partying for her. She had learned her lesson. She couldn't hold her booze very well and seemed to have a problem discerning the good guys from the bad guys when she was drinking. Besides, this year she had had her first lesbian affair, although Caitlin didn't consider herself a lesbian. She liked guys, the good guys, not the rapists, and had had satisfactory sex with more than one guy in the past, sometimes even better than satisfactory.
But this new experience, making love to a woman, intrigued and fascinated her. It was so very different than making love with a man, but it was no less enjoyable. Actually, in some ways, it was even more enjoyable. Her lover's lips were deliciously soft. Her skin, especially on her face was silky smooth, not to mention her neck, breasts, thighs, and back . . . pretty much all over. Her caresses were lighter, more delicate, so different from the more brusque and firm touches of her male lovers. Although, it was the rougher, harder maleness that Caitlin enjoyed at times, too.
Caitlin's roommate this year was a lesbian and said so right out front. Over the course of a couple of weeks they discussed sex and pleasure and men and women. Caitlin admitted that she like guys but wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl. One thing led to another and before she realized it, Caitlin was in bed with Odette, her roommate. As sex and pleasure went, Caitlin fully enjoyed love-making with Odette. Sometimes it seemed that Odette could take her places that most of the young men Caitlin had made love with never could. Most, but not all.
Odette was slightly put off that Caitlin was, as Odette put it, "a dedicated bi-sexual." Still, that didn't stop Odette from making love to Caitlin whenever and where ever the opportunity presented itself. Sometimes Caitlin wonder how they got their homework done or made it to their classes on time.
Caitlin's affair with Odette also changed how Caitlin looked at other women. Where, before, she saw many attractive young women around her, she had never thought of them as potential lovers. Now, however, where ever she looked—in her classes, on the campus, or in town—she saw many young women, and a few older ones, that would cause her to fantasize about how it would be to make love with them.
It was an unusually warm and sunny spring day when Caitlin parked her car in her mother's driveway. The garage door was down and the front door was locked with the deadbolt, as usual. Caitlin let herself in with her own key.
"Mom, I'm home," Caitlin called out, getting no response. She had called her mother at the beginning of the week telling her she would be home today, Friday, and approximately at what time.
"Oh great, honey. I'll schedule a day off so I can be here when you arrive. Chloe and I are looking forward to you being here." Her mother had said enthusiastically. Chloe was Caitlin's seventeen year old sister who was graduating from high school in June. She would also turn eighteen on the twenty-eighth of that month.
Caitlin walk down the hall to her mother's bedroom. It was empty, as was her bathroom. The other two bedrooms were also empty. Caitlin dropped her bag of laundry inside the door of her bedroom and rolled her suitcase up to the bed. She walked through the parlor and into the family room.
Through the sliding glass doors, Caitlin saw her mother lying in a chaise lounge on the patio, getting an early start on her tan. Caitlin was nearly scandalized when she realized that her mother had on the skimpiest black bikini that she had ever seen her mother wear. But, she had to admit, on her mother it looked really good and sooo sexy. Actually, Caitlin thought to herself, for a forty-one year old woman, Mom looks super hot.
With her new found perspective on women as potential sexual partners, Caitlin realized that she was sizing her mother up. I have to admit, she thought, if that woman out there wasn't my mother, then I sure would like to get her into bed with me. Caitlin laughed to herself at what she was thinking, but a part of her mind wondered if her mother had ever made love to a woman and, if so, how would she look at Caitlin, knowing that her little girl now had a lesbian lover.
That was yesterday. Now, it was Saturday morning and Caitlin had slept in. She remembered her mom telling her that she had to work in the office until early this afternoon. Chloe had gone off with a friend and her family to spend the weekend at the lake.
Caitlin took a long, hot shower. When she was finished, she climbed out onto the bath mat to dry herself. She had left the bathroom door open, as she had always done when she knew that only her mother and sister were in the house or when she was alone in the house and didn't expect anyone to be home until long after she finished. Nudity was not an issue in the all female household. Caitlin and Chloe's mother had taught them to be proud of their bodies, not embarrassed or ashamed. Just be careful, she had warned them, in case one of us brings someone home unexpectedly.
When Caitlin was finished drying off and she had turned to pick up her panties to put them on, she saw, in the mirror, her mother appear in the doorway.
"Oh Mom!" Caitlin jumped. "God, you scared me. I didn't realize you were home."
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to startled you. I came in just before you finished your shower."
"I thought you said that you had work to do in the office until this afternoon."
"I did, honey. But it didn't take me nearly as long as I thought it would. So then I went and did a little shopping."
Caitlin saw that her mother was dressed in a see-through black nightie that stopped just below her pussy, and she wasn't wearing any panties. Her mother was also wearing sheer, black, thigh-high stockings and shiny black stiletto high heels. Caitlin's pussy gave a twitch and she felt herself starting to get wet. That shocked her. This was her mother after all.
Upon further reflection, in light of her new-found appreciation of women, Caitlin figured that from a purely sexual point of view, her mother was a very sexually attractive mature woman. At her age, her mother kept herself fit and toned by working out with weights and doing interval training. She was two inches shorter than Caitlin's 5'9", but weighed the same 125 pounds. Her mother looked slim because she had good muscle mass and a low percentage of body fat. They also had the same measurements, 36-23-35. Caitlin's mother was a lean but curvaceous woman.
Both women had jet black hair and what could only be described as startling blue eyes. Where Caitlin had long hair that she mostly kept back in a pony tail, her mother's hair was cut short and she styled it in a spiky, modern way that was very becoming to her face. All-in-all, Caitlin figured her mother looked ten years younger than her real age.
Carrie put her hands on her hips and did a pose. "I bought these things for the next time Jim and I get together, you know." She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned lewdly.
Jim was Carrie's current boyfriend. Caitlin thought he was handsome and charming, as well as being intelligent and, all things considered, she wouldn't have minded jumping into bed with him . . . an "older man," which she had yet to experience.
Carrie turned to show off her backside, all trim and tight, then turned back around. Her firm, pointed breasts swayed sensually under the see-through material. "He's on a business trip right now. So he won't get to see this outfit until next week. You think he'll like it?"
"Hell yeah! He'll think it's hot." Caitlin said, admiring her beautiful mother and realizing that it wouldn't take much to convince herself that she would love to see what making love to her mother was like. Her nipples started getting erect at that thought.
"You look good enough to eat, Mom." Not really having meant to say that, Caitlin blushed, but looked her mother straight in the eye.
Carrie gave Caitlin a strange look, then smiled. She noticed that her daughter's nipples were erect and that she had just taken a deep breath as though trying to relax.
Carrie felt a spark of excitement and took a chance. "Good enough to eat, huh?" She hesitated slightly, then continued. "Have you ever done that with a woman . . . eat her, that is?" Carrie felt giddy after asking that question. She was being directly sexual with her daughter.
"Uh-huh," Caitlin said as she nodded her head. She was feeling almost dizzy because of where this conversation seemed to be going. Caitlin was getting really turned on. But why, one part of her brain wondered? She's my Mom for God's sake! Another part of her brain answered that, regardless of that fact, she is still a very attractive and sexy woman. You've had sex with a woman and enjoyed it immensely. And Mom really does look good enough to eat. Does it matter if she is your mother, if you are both willing to experiment and try out a new experience? That new experience, at least for Caitlin, would be incest, even more taboo than lesbian sex. Another thought drifted through her consciousness: Is mother-daughter incest consider more, less, or equally taboo as, say, mother-son incest? Assuming they are all adults, of course.
"And did you, uh, did you enjoy it, baby, making love to a woman?" Her mother's question refocused Caitlin's mind.
"Uh-huh. Still am. She's my present roommate at college."
