Buying any holiday bikini is always a difficult and confusing choice. After visiting nearly every store in town, my partner and her two lovely daughters, aged sixteen and eighteen, ended up buying one from every outlet. Consequently, they ended up with half a dozen pairs each. They packed them with all their beach essentials into one suitcase for convenience.
When they came to unpack at the holiday apartment, it was like a free for all trying to work out whose was whose. They were all about UK size 10, although the youngest could probably (or prefer to) get into a size 8, and mum varied between a 10 and a 12. They often swapped items of clothing, which said a lot for their shared fashion sense.
The bikini selections ranged from skimpy through to a high thigh one-piece, in a rainbow of colours, patterns and degrees of shimmer. How they were ever going to decide which ones to wear, I had no idea, but a different one for every day seemed to be in order. This obviously made for some confusion, so much so that they ended up wearing each other’s, whether they fitted or not.
The girls went to the beach wearing their most revealing and provocative looks, which is exactly what they were hoping to get from the local boys of course. Pam and I left them to it, and had a relaxing holiday morning swimming in the pool, drinking cocktails and occasionally groping each other.
When the girls finally returned to the apartment, after being hit on by all the local lads on the beach, wet bikinis were discarded in a pile on the bathroom floor. One pair of mint green tie-sided bottoms had obviously never been in the sea, but a wet patch on the crotch betrayed its wearer’s arousal; at what, I could only guess.
I knew my partner Pamela was wearing a tight black one, but I couldn’t see what the girls had on, as they were under wraps when they left the apartment. Someone had had a dramatic effect on one of her daughter’s libidos it would seem, but which one?
Pam was having a siesta, as we all did in the afternoon, and this was a good excuse for a sex session. She was naked as it was so hot, but I prefer her in panties, or even better, so I thought, in her daughter’s green bikini bottoms…
“Pammy darling, I was really looking forward to some bikini sex, why don’t you put it back on for me?”
“It’s all wet, but if you must, just get a clean pair from the suitcase.”
This was a random game; she didn’t seem bothered about which pair, but I was. Pam was happy to let me choose, as I often got to pick her panties from her fine selection before sex. Maybe she just forgot they were all mixed up with her daughter’s?
I looked through the selection and found another pair in a similar style as the mint green ones, but they didn’t have the same implications. What the hell, no one would care; they had plenty more to choose from, I reasoned to myself. I picked up the tempting, sexy green bottoms from the bathroom floor, and figuring Pam would never guess, brought them back to our bedroom.
She was lying face down on the bed, her naked bottom half covered, seemingly asleep. My plan was to make her wet with my fingers before pulling the damp bikini pants up her tanned thighs, so she wouldn’t notice how soaked at the crotch they were. To my surprise, I found she was already wet and my fingers slipped in easily. I jumped the gun and pulled the mint green bikini bottoms up her legs, drawing them up over her ample behind, a bit of a stretch I must say. This woke her up.
“These are a bit tight, are you sure you’ve got the right ones?”
“Yeh, I wanna see your ass, beach babe!”
She laughed, “Here it is then,” and wiggled her hips, helping me to ease the bikini pants up over her behind and snug into her cunny.
This was a sight that almost made me cream my Speedos: the thin strip of shiny fabric disappearing between her open lips, the Brazilian cut riding up high over her bottom, the tie sides dangling provocatively.
I cupped her cunny, feeling the wet slippery material slide over her own juices. As I buried my face between her legs, I inhaled the horny perfume of two sexes. I began to lick her through the slick crotch, and could taste the combined scent of both mother and daughter. I inserted my tongue along into her cunt, now soaking with her arousal over her daughter’s.
I found her clit pushing into the wet fabric; she ground herself into my face and harder into her daughter’s bikini bottoms. I pulled the tie sides higher up her hips, and she began to buck into my face. I could taste how turned on she was by the tight slippery fabric over her cunny and my greedy licking.
Flipping my raging hard-on out of my Speedos, now stained by my own leaking pre-cum, I pulled on the tie sides and the soaking strip of green material loosened, allowing me to plunge my cock straight up inside her. Now I was fucking her from behind with mounting urgency. The sight of her up-thrust rear outlined by the tiny borrowed bikini bottoms that had so recently been shaping her daughter, made the spunk churn in my balls.
Overcome with the sight of her and the implications, I pulled out at the last moment, and sprayed streaks of come all over her behind and the green bikini. She let me do it, even reaching between her legs to frig herself off. I had made a real mess of the bikini bottoms, but she didn’t seem to care, and single-mindedly pursued her own orgasm. Fluid came in little spurts out through the shiny green material.
I couldn’t help wondering whether her daughter might have masturbated in them previously, as the reek of mingled sex was overwhelmingly intoxicating.
As she rolled over afterwards, gazing down at the mess, Pam seemed surprised.
“Oh, these definitely aren’t mine, you know! You’d better go and wash them out.”
I had something else in mind, and easing them off over her thighs, dropped them in the laundry bag in the bathroom where I could find them later. Strangely when I did go to look for them again when everyone was out at the beach, they were gone…
