"That's the last of the big stuff," said Camille, wiping sweat away from her forehead. She had been helping her daughter, Sandra, unpack boxes in her new apartment all day.
"I can handle the rest, mom," said Sandra "why don't you go home? It's getting late."
Camille wouldn't hear it. "I said I was going to help you unpack and that's what I'm going to do. Let's just take a break and we can come back and finish up strong."
She knew her daughter was capable, but she'd always been a bit overprotective. Sandra was 4'10" tall and only weighed 95 lbs. She was beautiful; dark hair, olive skin, perfect features... but even at the age of 30, her short stature and thin frame always caused people to treat her like she was much younger, sometimes even mistaking her for a child. Camille knew Sandra didn't like to be treated differently but she couldn't help it, this was her baby girl!
On top of that, by contrast, Camille was a powerhouse. At 52, she could easily pass for 40. She was a respectable 5'4", and built like a statue due to her time spent at crossfit, tae kwon do, and jiu jitsu, which she held a black belt in.
Sandra's apple couldn't have fallen farther from that tree. She was a girly girl, she liked clothes, manicures, and her hobbies like watercolors and taking photos of flowers.
But their bond was strong. They talked every day about everything from current events to their personal lives to their wordle results. Nobody likes unpacking, but together they managed to even make that a good time.
"Let's go for a walk and see my new neighborhood!" Sandra squealed excitedly. Camille knew this was an excuse to grab some photos of her neighbors' gardens in the setting sunlight, but a walk sounded nice nonetheless. They both got their shoes on and headed out the door.
The neighborhood was even more beautiful than Sandra had realized. Every house had a nicely kept yard. They only walked a few blocks, but between their slow pace and the photo stops, it lasted almost an hour. Finally, they got back to Sandra's new block. They turned the corner and came to a house with the most lush garden full of bright, hypnotic flowers.
"Whoooaaa!" Sandra practically screamed as she frantically reached for her camera. "Look at em, mom!" The flowers were bright yellow with a red ring around the center of the petals. These were some of the best she'd seen. Sandra snapped a couple of photos and then proceeded to her ritual of smelling the flowers she photographs. She buried her nose in the petals, then instantly looked back at her mom who was thumbing through her phone, patiently waiting for the photoshoot to end. Sandra felt an urge to share this with her.
"Mom you need to smell these." Sandra said, darting over to Camille and grabbing her by the wrist, she put another hand on her arm and led her over. Camille could already smell them as she approached. She acted uninterested, but actually found Sandra's joy at these simple flowers incredibly cute today. Sandra pulled down on her mothers arm so her face would be touching the flower, at the same time standing on her toes so she could smell the same one. Their cheeks touched as they both got lost in the scent. Sandras hand slid down her mothers arm until their fingers interlocked. Their thumbs playfully rubbed against each other.
The moment was finally broken by the door to the house swinging open, slamming against the wall. A woman stormed out, late 30s, wearing a loosely-secured bathrobe. She was glistening with sweat and her hair was a mess. Despite her appearance, and the fact that Camille and Sandra were both straight, they couldn't take their eyes off of her. She was gorgeous.
"You like the flowers!?" The woman asked. Her tone was so intense and confusing that Camille went into protective mode. She let go of Sandra's hand and stood slightly in front of her.
"Do you like them?" The woman repeated.
"My daughter loves to take photos of them. Is that a problem?" Camille answered sternly.
"Not at all. If you like them, pick some. Take them home."
"Really?" Sandra asked excitedly, "You don't mind?"
"I insist. I need these gone, please!" The woman replied.
Camille had an unsure feeling but before she could ask any questions, another woman appeared at the door, the spitting image of the one they were talking to, only younger. Equally gorgeous, she wore an oversized button-down shirt and, it seemed, nothing else. She was as sweaty and mussed as the first woman.
"Mama!" Yelled the younger woman, "what are you doing?"
The sound of her daughter's voice instantly sent the older woman into a trance. She turned around as if hypnotized.
"Coming baby." She called back, the sound of her voice causing the same reaction in her daughter. Mother met daughter at the doorway and they pulled each other tight and whispered back and forth before the younger girl turned and led her mother in. Receiving a smack on the ass before the door closed.
"Well, you heard the lady." Sandra squeaked obliviously, already picking which flowers would make the best bouquet. She picked her 5 favorites and they headed back home, where the flowers were quickly put into a vase with water.
The women got back to work unpacking, but things were moving much slower as the scent of the flowers spread through the house. It seemed they were more interested with finding reasons to be near each other. Sandra playfully slapped her mom's hand while she was arranging the silverware. Camille tickled her daughters ribs while she was hanging up clothes in the closet. Not to mention Sandra's idea of 'stress relief hugs' which they both needed frequently. The intimacy of the hugs increased until the last one, when Camille reached down and grabbed Sandra by the thighs, lifting her. Almost as if she expected it, Sandra hopped up to make it easy, and wrapped her legs around her mother. They held eye contact, each giving a smile that dared the other to make the first move.
Not yet.
"It's hot" Sandra whined with a smirk. She hopped down and grabbed a little cut off crop top and some tiny shorts before heading to the bathroom to change. When she came out, Camille had removed her button up shirt and jeans, and was down to a tight tank top and the spandex shorts she wore instead of underwear (never know when you'll want to stop by the gym).
They caught sight of each other at the same time and both froze in place, taking each other in. Camille stared at her baby girl, her nipples showed through her thin shirt and her ass peaked out of the bottom of her shorts. The rest of her body wasn't covered at all. Camille knew her daughter was cute but she'd never found her so attractive.
Meanwhile, Sandra admired her mom's physique. She had muscles on top of muscles, but still looked completely feminine.
"I was hot too." Camille stammered.
"Yeah, you are. I mean!... yeah it's hot" Sandra was so flustered she was surprised she say something even worse.
"Why don't we call it a day?" Sandra said, "Want to watch a movie?"
