The next thing I knew, the curtain was being drawn, and rays of sunlight crashed through the window. I was completely naked, save for the sheet that was crumbled around my ankles. The morning sun acted like a blanket, warming up my nude body.
“Finally, you’re up! We’ve been waiting for you,” Mom shouted.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes, struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness. Mom, Jamie, and Carol were all dressed in cover-ups and their bathing suits. Clearly, I had overslept. In my daze, I popped out of bed, forgetting that I was naked.
“You may want to put something on,” Mom commented.
“Or not!” Carol purred.
“Hey! That’s my daughter. Keep your paws off her,” Mom laughed.
“You lend me your daughter, and I’ll lend you mine,” Carol joked.
“I’m not sure my husband would be happy with that arrangement,” Mom snickered.
Even in my half asleep state, I was keenly aware Mom didn’t deny wanting to bed my friend. It was only my father that stood in the way of her pimping me out and fucking Jamie.
I grabbed a bikini from my bag and quickly made my way to the bathroom to change. The three women leered at me as I rushed across the room. Even my own mother was staring at me like a piece of meat.
Once alone, I leaned against the sink and paused. This trip was shaping up to be more than I bargained for, and I needed to regroup. I splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth. In my rush to get ready, I didn’t realize that the bikini I grabbed was one that I wasn’t even sure I was going to bring. My roommate, Cynthia, had dared me to buy it during our first week of school. There was a foam party at one of the frat houses, and she tried to convince me to wear a skimpy bikini with her.
I was terrified of going back out there in my nude state. With no other choice, I tied the delicate strings tight to my body, ensuring that the barely-there fabric stayed in place. The white bikini would have contrasted perfectly with my tanned summer body, but now I just looked washed out. Despite that, I was happy with what I saw, reflecting back at me. The bikini may not have had a tan to show off, but it did a great job of accentuating my assets. My tits spilled out the sides of the small triangle cups, showing off their heft and how high they sat on my chest.
The longer I stared at myself in the mirror, the happier I became. That was until I noticed my areola showing through. Holy shit, this thing is see-through, I realized.
“Are you coming or not?” Mom called out.
There was no time to change. I decided to just avoid the water and hope that things would be okay. I slipped on my black mesh cover-up and took one last look in the mirror before heading back into the room.
“You look smoking,” Jamie yelped.
“Thanks,” I sheepishly said.
“Now, let’s get going. I need some sun!” Carol remarked.
While the hour was early, the beach was already crowded. We found a spot to spread our towels and settled in for the day. Despite being morning, the Miami humidity was overwhelming. The weather was unseasonably warm, making me perspire even while just sitting there.
“Phew, it’s hot,” I commented.
“I know. I had no idea it could be so hot in January. I think I need to take this thing off,” Mom declared.
She grabbed the hem of her white knit cover-up and lifted it overhead. What I saw took me aback. Mom’s bikini was almost as indecent as mine.
“Mom!” I yelped.
“Blame Carol!” Mom blurted out.
“Your Mom worked so hard for her new figure. She deserves to show it off, and that is the last I will hear of it. Besides, I’m wearing the same suit,” Carol snapped back.
Carol wasn’t lying. The two of them were wearing matching black string bikinis. A cool breeze streaked across their bodies, blowing their hair away from their chests, leaving me a perfect view of their aging tits. Their new bikinis pushed their breast up, giving both Mom and Carol a more youthful appearance. Their thong bottoms added to the whole look, providing little coverage of their asses. Unconsciously, I rubbed my thighs together, providing me some much-needed relief to my increasingly wet pussy.
“If I don’t get some alone time with Jamie soon, I’m going to do something I regret,” I thought to myself.
“Someone’s mind looks lost in the gutter,” Jamie said as she approached me from behind.
Her heaving tits pressed against my arm, making my pulse quicken. Looking behind me, I saw that Jamie’s once covered form was no longer hidden. I turned around and openly gawked at my friend. To my surprise, she was wearing a bikini that matched our mothers’.
“I guess I didn’t get the memo,” I joked.
“We thought we would surprise you,” Jamie said.
“I’m certainly surprised,” I told her.
Although Mom and Carol looked amazing, the bikini looked like it was made for Jamie. The suit looked practically painted onto her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“I can see your lips,” I pointed out.
“I hope so. I tied the strings super tight to make sure I had a camel toe. I wanted to tease you today,” Jamie responded.
“Mission accomplished. I don’t know if I’m going to last the day without getting my hands on you,” I added.
“You may have some competition,” Jamie said, shooting her mother a look.
That was strange, I thought, but I tried to focus on the full tits dangling in front of my face.
“We better get some sunscreen on us before we burn,” Mom advised.
“Megan, we are in Miami. Here, they use tanning oil,” Carol said, tossing Mom a bottle.
“When in Rome,” Mom said, with a giant smirk on her face.
Mom sprayed the oil across her skin, making her glimmer in the morning sun. I don’t know why but I watch Mom’s every gesture. Her fingers danced along her stomach and down the sides of her torso. There was a grace to the way she moved that pulled me in. With every stroke, the woman before me slowly transformed from Mom and into Megan.
Megan lifted her leg into the air, her painted toes pointing skyward. Her toned, muscular thigh, had some meat to it, but as it hung there, it looked lighter than air. Megan stroked her fingers up and down her long legs, brushing them with oil, as if she was painting a masterpiece. Once she was done with one leg, she tantalizingly switched limbs.
I knew I was ogling, but I didn’t think Megan would mind. As she approached her chest, I noticed her fingers lingered in a way they hadn’t on any other part of her body. She stroked her delicate skin with the tips of her fingers, caressing the oil into her pillowy mounds while making sure not to get any oil on her brand new bikini.
Then, as if by accident, she pushed her hands beneath the cups of her suit and rubbed the oil into her nipples.
I gasped. I gasped so loud, in fact, that Megan’s attention turned away from her body and toward me.
“Sorry, sweetie. I guess I got carried away. Your turn. We don’t want you to burn,” Mom laughed.
She tossed me the bottle and let her hands drop to her sides. With those words, Megan transformed back into Mom, and I was reminded once again of our familial bond.
I applied the oil quickly, worried that any extra time spent fondling my body would send me into a tizzy. Before I knew it, the four of us were lying there, baking in the sun, savoring the UVs seeping into our greasy bodies.
Throughout the morning, my eyes darted towards the hot women surrounding me. I couldn’t believe how much Jamie and Carol looked alike. Even the shape of their tits was similar. The more I observed Carol, the more curious I became about her and her daughter.
The water crashing along the shore soon eased me into a slumber. A gentle tapping on my shoulder shook me awake an hour later. The sun was high in the sky, roasting me like a marshmallow. If I didn’t take a dip in the water soon, I feared I would melt into a puddle of mush.
“Come in the water with me,” Jamie insisted.
It was as if she was reading my mind. I jolted up and rushed towards the water with her.
“Last one in has to sleep naked tonight,” I playfully yelled.
The water was colder than I expected, but that didn’t stop me from plunging in headfirst. As I arose from the water, I flung my head back and slicked my hair against my shoulders. Jamie’s slender form wrapped itself around me. Her wet, sleek skin felt like heaven entangled with mine. I looked back to shore, ensuring that our mothers were out of sight before pulling Jamie in for a kiss.
Jamie’s lips tasted like salt water, but I didn’t care. I craved sexual release, and I would have done anything in that moment to get it.
“I need you,” I breathlessly said before kissing her again.
Jamie melted into me. Her tits brushed against mine as we kissed. The more we rubbed our bodies together, the more I felt the cup of my bikini slipping. Before I knew it, both of my tits had fallen out of their confinement. The ocean air caressed my nipples, teasing them like an old lover who knew just what to do to make me feel good. Jamie and I cupped each other’s mounds, grinding our palms into each other’s clits.
I was certain that we were being watched by our fellow beachgoers, but neither of us cared. We both had one goal, and that was to cum quickly. We rubbed each other’s clits over our thongs while our tongues battled. Sweat dripped down my temples as the heat inside me grew. Yet before I could cum, Jamie seized up and then collapsed into my arms. Her head rested on my chest while a huge grin grew across her face.
She looked up at me and whispered, “Sorry,” before returning her attention to my needy button. Unfortunately, at that moment, I saw Mom swimming towards us.
“My mother’s coming,” I said while shoving Jamie’s hand from my crotch and adjusting my top.
“You guys having fun? It’s so hot out,” Mom remarked.
“Your daughter is the best,” Jamie said.
“Don’t I know it,” Mom agreed.
“I’ll let you two catch up. Thanks, Amy!” Jamie said before heading back to shore.
Mom and I stayed in the water for a little longer, splashing around and teasing one another. Every moment with Mom transported me to a more innocent time. My body’s needs floated into the background, and I was my mother’s little girl once again.
However, as we made our way back to the beach that all changed.
Carol was lost in a world all her own. While her face was partially obscured, I could see the lust emanating from her eyes. Her daughter lay on her back with her ass in the air and her legs spread apart. Carol gazed between Jamie’s legs; her piercing stare keyed in on Jamie’s barely covered pussy. Her hands were inching their way up between Jamie’s thighs, massaging oil into her daughter’s tender skin, all the while never losing sight of her target.
Almost inaudible moans escaped Carol’s lips as she took her time caressing Jamie. As I wiped the wet hair out of my face, my eyes turned back between Jamie’s legs. There was a distinctive wet spot growing on her bikini. I tried to chalk it up to her suit being damp from her time in the ocean, but the fabric around the wet spot was bone dry.
There was no mistaking it. Jamie was turned on by Carol’s touch. After last night, I knew I was the last one who should judge, but I couldn’t believe how turned on my friend was by her own mother. The longer I watched, the more explicit Carol’s touching became.
Carol’s hands move right to the edge of Jamie’s vulva. As she kneaded Jamie’s thighs with her fingers, the back of her hands continuously brushed against her daughter’s pussy. There was no way that Jamie didn’t feel her mother’s teasing through the tiny sliver of fabric.
I watched in awe. Finally, my attention was pulled away when my own mother called for me from the water’s edge.
“Help me get back onto the shore,” Mom said, stumbling along the broken waves.
In my state of arousal, Mom had transformed back into Megan. I took her hand and pulled her onto the beach. Once on land, Mom ran her fingers through her wet hair, slicking it back from her face as she stepped closer to me.
She emerged from the water looking like a goddess, the sunlight giving her an incandescent glow. Droplets dripped along her stomach. I followed their trail downward until they seeped into the tiny fabric of her bikini bottoms. In her struggle to exit the water, Mom’s thong had embedded itself deep between her labia, showing off her meaty lips. Mom said nothing. She simply smiled at me as she readjusted her suit.
I swallowed hard, momentarily forgetting to breathe. Between what was going on behind me and Mom’s luminescence, I struggled to find my footing. I blinked hard, attempting to reboot my system, yet it was difficult to tear my gaze away from Mom’s effortless sexiness.
“We should put on some more oil now that we are out of the water,” Mom commented.
“I think Jamie and Carol are one step ahead of us,” I stated.
“I see,” Mom remarked, an almost hypnotic quality to her words.
“How was the water?” Carol asked.
“It was a bit cold, but my lovely daughter kept me warm,” Mom said.
“It looks like the water had an extra effect on Jamie’s bikini,” Carol commented.
In my rush to cool off, I had forgotten how transparent my suit was. My bits and pieces were on open display, and Carol made no effort to hide her gawking.
“Oh, my god!” I yelped in horror.
I lay beside Jamie, hoping that being near her would ground me and make me forget about my nakedness. Yet, as my mother spoke, I lost myself all over again.
“Lay on your stomach and untie your top. We don’t want you to get nasty tan lines,” Mom remarked.
My heart skipped a beat, aghast at Mom’s comment. Yet, as if enthralled by her words, I did as she said. I lay on my stomach, reached behind my back, and let the strings fall. The edges of my breasts peeked out the sides, barely contained by the ground beneath me. I held my breath, awaiting Mom’s oily palms. As her hands brushed against me, I did my best to relax. I couldn’t deny that her touch felt good. Mom danced her fingers across my back, playfully applying the tanning oil.
Eventually, I gave in to Mom’s soft, seductive touch, letting her worship my supple skin. I drifted away, focusing on the sound of waves crashing behind me. My breathing became shallower as I slackened beneath Mom’s hands. All my tension disappeared as Mom explored my body.
Mom leaned forward, her wet tits grazing my oily back. As her breasts traveled downward, her hands ascended up my legs. I was flummoxed by what was happening and annoyed with myself for enjoying it so much. Having been so close to cumming, my pussy easily returned to its aroused state. My labia flared, and my juices seeped into my bottoms. Instantly, I worried about my body’s response to my mother’s touch. I feared Mom could smell my arousal mixed with the crisp sea air.
Yet, when Mom reached my upper thighs, she pulled her hands away, stood up, and announced, “All done.”
I sighed deeply, relieved by the distance now between us. I reached out to Jamie, and took her hand. We lay there letting the sun bake us for the next several hours. As the sky turned orange and the sun began to set, we packed up our things and headed back to the hotel.
We headed to our separate suites to quickly get ready for dinner. We were all starving, and the last thing we wanted to do was miss our reservation. But as I got dressed, my curiosity got the better of me.
“Mom, did the way Carol was applying tanning oil to Jamie seem odd to you?” I asked, bewildered.
“What are you talking about?” Mom said, not batting an eye.
“I mean…it seemed kinda…I don’t know…intimate,” I muttered.
Heat rose in my cheeks, worried that what I was insinuating was actually true.
“Carol was just giving her daughter a nice little massage. That’s all,” Mom stressed.
I refocused my attention on doing my makeup. We didn’t have a lot of time before we had to meet Jamie and Carol for dinner, and I wanted to look good. Yet, the longer I sat there, the more I couldn’t help shake that Mom knew something I didn’t.
By the time we made our way down to the lobby, I had pushed all those thoughts aside. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I was happy with what I saw staring back at me. My red mini-dress showed off the lines of my figure perfectly.
Mom stood beside me, her black off the shoulder number, make her look ten years young. My mother seemed happier and more at ease than ever before. This trip has shown me a new side of my mother and I glad she was letting me in.
The unmistakable sound of Jamie giggling pierced my ears. She and Carol were walking hand in hand, practically falling all over each other. If I didn’t know they were mother and daughter, I would have sworn they were lovers. With the stares and comments other people were making, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Hush whispers flitted through the room as the onlookers wondered how this sexy cougar managed to score…