Disclaimer and Author's Note:
All characters portrayed in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. This story was a request from a reader and dedicated to them. They know who they are and I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, flames will be laughed at, I promise.
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Chapter 1- The Hell's Going On With Me?
I was lying in one of the deck chairs in our back yard, next to the pool. The sun was warm and it was another beautiful day for getting a tan. We have a high wall around our backyard so I felt free to get away with being naked, because I hate tan lines.
I thought turning eighteen would make me feel different- don't know why I thought that, exactly, but it didn't. True, the party my mother had thrown me was wonderful, but I realized that my body wouldn't know the difference of whatever day it my birthday it happened to be.
So, now that I was eighteen and three days, I decided to continue with my merry existence. I'd graduated with excellent grades and my mother agreed to let me just have a year off before picking a university. I'd had offers of scholarships from several, but they would wait. I just wanted to relax and enjoy myself.
I'd always had first-class grades and remained out of trouble throughout my teen years. Not that I was a priss or a good girl, mind you; I freely admit that I love to fuck and occasionally had a drink or indulged in some herb, but none of those things ever took precedence over my desire to graduate with honours and make my parents proud.
Well, let me explain that a little- my dad died about nine years ago, but I like to think he is still watching over me, smiling with approval whenever I get my good grades. So it's been my mom and I for nearly ten years and she is my best friend. After my dad passed she received a sizable life insurance pay out and invested a good chunk in the stock market
.
It paid off and we're doing quite well for ourselves, so much so that mom doesn't need to work and we're going to take a trip to Europe as a reward for my grades.
Mom and dad had me when they were sixteen. I had always known I was an 'unexpected blessing' and thankfully both families were
very
understanding, especially once they announced they were getting married. No one has ever grown up in a more supportive and loving environment than yours truly.
So here I was, lying on my deck chair in the middle of July, soaking up the sun and thinking about what mom and I might do on our European vacation. The back door opened and out came my mom, wiggling by me with a drink in her hand as she went to sit in the whirlpool attached to the big pool.
"Going el fresco today, are we, baby?" she asked cheerfully as she padded by. I nodded lazily, unwilling to make the effort to talk. Mom never minded when I was nude and I didn't care if she was. We were more than used to seeing one another in the buff, walking around the house, coming out of the shower or sunbathing and skinny-dipping in the back.
Mom set down her drink beside the jacuzzi and undid the ties of her bikini, shedding her top. I opened my eyes just a little, watching her. She was only thirty-four and since she was retired young, she had all the time in the world to keep herself in amazing shape, with a body all my friends were insanely jealous of and kept the boys staring. Her boobs were incredible, full and firm, her body trim and athletic. Her belly was flat, with a hint of solid abs, Her long, wavy brown hair was up in a sloppy ponytail today. She looked lovely.
I knew she was beautiful and had told her countless times over the years. But something today was different- not with her, but in the way I perceived her. I can't explain it, but she was... pleasing to look at. I let my eyes linger over her form as she shimmied down her skimpy thong. Her tan skin looked very inviting somehow and I bit my lip as her pussy came into view. It was shaved, except for a thin strip just above that she kept trimmed short.
She climbed into the water and I closed my eyes again, drifting off back to Europe. Visions of night parties in Paris and strolls through the Tuscan countryside, usually in the company of some handsome young man kept me enthralled for a while until I heard a sigh. I opened my eyes and watched my mom climb out of the jacuzzi, her peach-perfect behind presented to me. She didn't know I was staring and frankly I didn't know why I was. I'd seen her butt countless times, today I was just enjoying it on some other level I had never been aware of before.
Still naked but drying herself off with a towel, she walked on over to me and set her drink on the tiny glass table between us before adjusting the large parasol behind the chairs.
"That's probably enough sun, darling," she said, smiling down at me. "Don't want you to burn."
"Mmmm, thanks mom," I murmured as I felt the shade envelop me. She sank down into the chair on the other side of the table and sighed contentedly. "Have a good soak?" I asked.
"Yeah, thanks," she said agreeably. "It really helped after that last little workout session."
"Oh, please, you make it sound like you're nine-hundred years old," I giggled, sitting up somewhat to look at her. "We've been over this, you're not even thirty-five, you look amazing and you're in incredible shape. Sometimes I think you say those things just to make me feel like I am young and energetic."
'Well, I couldn't have had a more gorgeous daughter," she said softly, turning on her side to look at me. "Your dad and I make pretty babies."
"Thanks," I said, smiling warmly, knowing she meant it. "Wish I'd got a little brother or sister out of the deal, but that just wasn't meant to be."
"I know, babydoll," she murmured, reaching over and caressing my arm gently. "I wish we could have too."
"Y'know, you're still more than young enough," I suggested, following her example and turning on my side to face me. "If you found a guy you really liked, I wouldn't object at all if you-"
She blushed and smiled, giving my arm a squeeze. "That's very kind, baby, but not really on my docket right now. I'm just enjoying casual dating."
"I know you've been naughty on occasion, mom," I said slyly, grinning at her. "Your bedroom's right next to mine, after all. I've heard you fucking in there."
"Bron, language!" she giggled, winking at me. "Not like you're that innocent either. Remember that night we both brought a boy home and tried to sneak it by each other?"
"Yeah," I replied, joining her in laughing. "And I thought
I
was loud in bed, now I know where I get it from."
Mom blushed again, turning onto her stomach. "Can you rub some lotion on me, darling? I don't want to risk a burn."
I nodded and left my chair, sauntering over to kneel beside my mom. I trailed my gaze up and down her lovely body, perhaps not even consciously aware of myself doing it. I squeezed some of the viscous bronze goop into my hand and them began smearing it all over her back and shoulders. She hummed softly as I worked the lotion in to her supple skin.
I put more on my hands and worked down the sides of her hips and thighs, heading for her legs when she stopped me.
"Don't forget my butt," she mumbled. "Don't want to look like I got a spanking when I didn't..."
I nodded and began working the sunscreen into the firm cheeks, massaging in circles. She hummed and settled lower into the chair, relaxing. The circular motions I used pulled the cheeks apart ever so slightly and I became aware of the secret space between, something I'd never contemplated about my mother or any other woman before.
Was my mouth a little dry?
I took a sip of her drink to relieve my dry mouth from the heat of the day. Yes.
I then proceeded down her legs to the bottom of her feet, finally finishing. She murmured a thank you and turned herself over as I resumed my place in my own chair.
"You should probably do yourself, Bron," she pointed out. "Might be time for a refresh of whatever you had on earlier."
I nodded and reached into my little bag beside my chair, retrieving my own bottle of sunscreen. I poured a puddle into my palm and then began applying it to my body generously. My mother was doing likewise, having taken over where I left off and smearing her front. We lay in silence, rubbing oil into ourselves side by side.
It was unusual that my nipples were hardening, but perhaps I was just a little horny. I hadn't been laid in over two weeks, since school ended, so maybe I was just sensitive. I noticed them standing out, feeling the tingle as my hands passed over them, leaving them glistening with sunscreen. I rubbed them again, enjoying the sensation.
My hands trailed down my body, making sure I covered my whole front. I bent my knees and spread them slightly, using my slippery hands to get sunscreen on my pliant netherlips. It felt good, very good, and I might have lingered longer than was necessary to protect myself from the sun.
"Remember, darling," my mother giggled, looking over at me and winking. "Two rubs is coverage. Three or more and you're on vacation."
I smirked back at her and stuck out my tongue, noticing that she was doing the exact same thing. My hands finally left my crotch and I covered my legs next. Once I was done, I settled into my chair and sighed. My mom did the same, looking over at me and blowing a kiss in my direction. We lay silent for some time, until the sun was far in the west and the sky was darkening.
Mom sat up first, looking at herself and nodding at the tan. "Nice," she said to no one in particular, cupping her breasts and making sure the tan was even. "How about you, babe?"
I sat up and checked myself. "Looks good," I said cheerfully. "A quick dip and we call it a night?"
