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Author’s note: After reading about a shortage of mother/daughter incest stories, I decided to see if I could help fill that gap. Substantially shorter than my usual stories, I did my best to crank up the heat!
I saw the changes in Ruby the moment I laid eyes on hers. Nine months ago my oldest daughter had backed out of the drive to start her freshman year in college. I had seen the look of determination on her face, the fearless spirit of youth as she left behind the safety of home and drove into the unknown. I noticed the beginning of the change during winter break when her clothes hung loosely off her body as she lost the chubby layer of baby fat that had haunted her throughout high school.
Of course, the changes went deeper than losing twenty pounds or so but I believe that’s where it started. Ruby had gained a new confidence in her body, too. Rather than hide beneath loose fitting layers of baggy clothes, Ruby showed off her new body by squeezing her narrow butt inside tight-fitting Spandex and wearing clingy tops that accentuated curves that went in instead of out. She glowed with confidence, eagerly flashing her smile and making light-hearted jokes.
I couldn’t stop staring at her and admiring a young woman who had found her stride. Like Ruby, I had spent my high school years lonely and alone while carrying around flabby thighs, a big butt, and a muffin top that no amount of dieting could impact. In college, my metabolism finally caught up with my eating habits, the pounds had melted away and had stayed off. That physical change had emboldened me to make up for lost time. I became an eager slut for guys and girls. It was a change I had never outgrown.
Walking past the open bathroom door, I pulled up short when I saw Ruby standing naked in front of the mirror while brushing out her blonde hair. The slightly tubby eighteen-year-old who had backed out of my driveway nine months ago would have never left the bathroom door open while she was naked. Right or wrong, I accepted the open door as an invitation.
“You are so beautiful,” I said as I moved behind her, slipped a hand around her waist, kissed her bare shoulder and admired her perfection reflected back in the mirror.
“Stop it, Mom,” she said, though she wore a huge grin. “It feels good being skinny but look how small my tits are now.” She cupped both of her supple breasts as if to demonstrate they were barely a handful while I carefully held myself in check.
“My tits were small in college, too,” I said, keeping my hand wrapped around her tiny waist and fighting against the urge to move my hand farther up or down her body. “Besides, lots of guys like smaller titties.”
“At least I have nice nipples,” she said, pinching her pink nips as if it meant nothing to do that in front of her Mom.
“Guys like those, too,” I said, kissing her bare shoulder again. “And so do some girls.”
“Mom!” Ruby said, looking shocked that I would go there.
“I’m just saying, when you look this hot, you’ll attract lots of attention,” I said, carefully pulling away before I got myself into more trouble. I didn’t want to let go of her, but I could risk staying that close, either. “Are we still going shopping today?”
“Sure thing,” she said, back to working the brush through her hair. “Give me fifteen minutes?”
“Take your time,” I said, eyeing her perky little butt before heading to my room and wondering if I had enough time to get off. I don’t know what happened to me once I neared the middle of my forties, but I couldn’t get enough sex. While it was always better with someone else, I’m not above doing it myself. That had become a daily ritual for me after Ruby had left for college and most days, I do it more than once.
After a couple years of being everyone’s favorite party girl, I had tried settling down with Ruby’s dad. Before Ruby had made it to kindergarten, Tony skipped town and left both of us behind. I had a spent a couple years stripping at night while going to school during the days. Before Ruby had finished kindergarten, I was earning a check big enough to intimidate most of the men I occasionally dated. Once she had reached middle school, I had decided the last thing I needed in my life was another man on a full-time basis. Instead, I went back to my old ways, picking and choosing from any number of men and women who tickled my fancy.
“I’m ready if you are,” Ruby said from my doorway, never guessing how close she had come to finding her Mom naked and playing with herself. I stood and smiled at my darling daughter dressed in skintight yoga pants and top that looked painted over her perky tits. She must have caught me looking at her because she quickly explained, “This way I can try on clothes without getting undressed. I can change if you want.”
“Baby, I don’t ever want you to change,” I said, dragging my eyes off her body and to her pretty face. We chatted a little about everything as we drove between stores. She asked what college had been like for bonus veren siteler me and I gave her honest answers, starting with the confession, “I was a real party girl.”
She giggled before asking, “Did you ever experiment with other girls?”
When I glanced at her, I saw she was blushing and it looked so sweet that I wanted to kiss away the pink in her cheeks. “Experiment?” I asked, flashing her a big smile.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”
“Baby, you’re nineteen, there’s no reason for me to lie to you about anything,” I said as I pulled up to another store. My smile grew even bigger as I put my hand on her knee and said, “Let’s just say every experiment was a complete success, okay?”
“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed and so very innocent looking.
“And what about you?”
Ruby hung her head and squirmed uncomfortably. “My roommate wanted to a couple of times, but I was too chicken.”
“Why?”
She blushed deeper. “Mostly because I wouldn’t know what to do to another girl.”
I laughed. “I guess that’s why they call it ‘experimenting.'”
Catching the joke, Ruby’s blush vanished as she started laughing, too. “I love you so much,” she said wearing her biggest smile.
We went into the last store of the day to find her a new bathing suit. Ruby had three candidates picked out before she invited me into the dressing room for my opinion. I sat on the little bench in the dressing room as she slipped bikini bottoms over her yoga pants. “You really should get naked,” I suggested. “At least take off your top.”
“Okay,” she said, turning her back to me as she peeled off her top and I admired her smaller breasts in the mirror.
“And your yoga pants,” I suggested.
“I think you should take off your yoga pants, too,” I suggested.
“Are you sure?” she asked, already rolling them off her hips and revealing the tiny thong she wore beneath them.
I had a flashback to when I was dancing and would take horny businessmen into the back of the club for a private lap dance. “Most definitely,” I said with a lump in my throat as she turned sideways instead of poking her perfect ass in my face. I prayed she wouldn’t catch how I squirmed or notice the twin points of my hard nipples as I stared at her perfect body.
“Do you think this shows too much ass?” she asked after covering her underwear with a string bikini bottom that left nothing to the imagination. She turned around so I could really inspect her butt.
“I think it’s perfect,” I said in too soft of a voice. Fuck, I should have played with myself before we had left the house. Instead, I was suffering from a deep, needful ache between my legs that I couldn’t do anything about until later.
“A year ago, I would have never worn something like this.”
“A year ago, you didn’t have an ass like this,” I said, squeezing her butt cheeks before I caught what I was doing. “I promise, you wear that to the beach and no one will stop staring.”
“I’m not sure about this front,” she said, turning around and running her fingers inside the elastic on either side of her pussy.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“Nothing I suppose,” she said, once more running her fingers beneath the elastic sides. There was something about how she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye that had me thinking she was pranking me. “Guess I won’t really know until I wear it without panties.”
“If you want to do that now, I won’t tell,” I said.
“I better not,” she said, undoing the ties on either side. “I think they’ll be fine.” She quickly turned her back to me again but forgot about the mirror where I could see how puffy her pussy looked against her panties. Suddenly I realized, I wasn’t the only woman inside that dressing room who was turned on. Keeping her back to me, she undid the top and I saw her pink nipples looked rose colored and swollen. I made sure she didn’t catch me staring. “Let’s just get this one,” she said as she stepped back into her yoga pants.
“Are you sure?” I asked, more than willing to watch her try on the other two.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” she insisted, looking very flustered as she scooped up everything and held it against her chest as if trying to hide her hard nipples.
On the way home, I fought against the urge to squirm too much. I felt hot and flustered thinking about the sexy young woman sitting next to me. “You’re going to drive the boys at the beach crazy in that new bikini,” I said, trying to make some light conversation.
“I’m still worried it shows too much of my ass.”
“Sweetheart, with an ass like yours, it would be a crime to cover it,” I assured her. When Ruby giggled, I gave her a sideways glance. “What’s so funny?”
“Not funny, just fun,” she said with a big grin. “I used to get jealous at how many guys would stare at your ass instead of mine.”
“No reason to feel that way anymore.”
“I’m not so sure, you still have bahis a great ass.”
“Thank you for noticing,” I said without thinking.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said with her cheeks turn pink from another blush.
“It’s more fun thinking you did,” I suggested, making her blush even deeper.
We were almost home when she quietly asked, “Did you really mess around with girls when you were in college?”
I hesitated because I wasn’t sure if I should admit that I still did. “Yes,” I finally answered though that didn’t feel like enough of an answer. “I’ve done lots of different things with lots of different people.”
“Not me,” she said as I pulled into our driveway. “I want to do stuff, but then I always chicken out.”
“Like makeout with another girl?”
“Yes,” she said in a very small voice before jumping out of the car and grabbing her packages from the backseat.
I knew she was embarrassed but I couldn’t let her off the hook. Hell, maybe it was because I felt so excited, I don’t know. Either way, I didn’t drop the conversation. “Making love to another woman has never stopped me from wanting to be with a guy.”
“Mom!” she cried in that exasperated tone reserved for when a parent has gone too far.
“I’m just sayin’,” I said, laughing at her. “I still like dick, too.”
“Which do you like better?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Yes,” I replied, knowing my answer would confuse her.
Ruby gave me a puzzled look until she worked out, “So both, equally?” After I nodded, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “My Mom is a pervert.”
“That means it runs in your genes,” I said. If she was trying to hurt my feelings, she would have to work harder than that. Once inside the house, I asked, “Are you going to model your new outfits for me?”
“I am dying to try them on again,” she giggled, setting the bags on the floor in the living room and diving into them. “Which one should I try on first?”
“Whichever you want, just be sure to take off those yoga pants so I can really see how it looks on you,” I said while on my way to the kitchen. I returned a moment later holding a hard lemonade and wearing an eager smile as I watched my beautiful daughter shimmy into a tight pair of Daisy Duke jean shorts. “Oh, those are sexy.”
“You think so?” she asked, turning and showing off her cute butt.
“You might need to go commando when you wear these,” I said, pointing out how the top of her thong showed in the back.
“I have some low-rise boy shorts that might work,” she said, already fishing for something else to model.
“Commando is more fun.”
“Mom!” she groaned, but she had a fun twinkle in her eye, too. “How often do you go commando?”
“More than you know,” I said, realizing I had already tossed back half the bottle of hard lemonade. While the specialty drink wasn’t any stronger than a beer, I’ve always been a lightweight drinker. I’m petite like my daughter and a couple drinks go a long way for me. I took another sip before reminding her, “I’ve never been shy about my body, you know that.”
“Because you’ve always been hot looking,” she said trying on a pair of workout shorts and inspecting their fit.
“Not until college,” I reminded her.
“When did you get boobs?” she asked, pulling off her top and displaying her tiny titties for a moment before she pulled on another tight top.
While Ruby and I were close to the same size, my breasts are easily two cup sizes larger. “After I got pregnant with you,” I said. “Then they never went away.” After knocking back the rest of my hard lemonade, I grabbed two from the refrigerator and offered her one.
“Doesn’t this have alcohol in it?”
“Are you going to tell me you’ve never had a drink?” I asked with a big smile. A lot of things may have changed in the twenty-five years since I had started college, but surely drinking wasn’t one of them. Still, Ruby hesitated until I reminded her, “You’re at home with your Mom. I think it’s safe to have a drink.” When that didn’t work, I added, “It’s a strawberry lemonade.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” she giggled, always a sucker for strawberry anything. She took a few sips of the drink before swapping out her top for a couple other ones in rapid succession. All of them were form fitting and I enjoyed the constant flashing of her perky tits. Did she have any idea how excited I felt?
“This is really good,” she said looking at the label of her drink. In between each change of clothes, she paused to sip at it again. She had already worked her way through most of it.
“I want to see your dresses,” I said. We had bought her three new dresses for the summer, each of them was short and all of them showed off a lot of skin. At my urging, Ruby had picked tight fitted dresses that hugged her new body. “Mm, that looks hot,” I said admiring one with interesting cutouts. “But I can see your panty lines.”
“Can you?” she asked, trying deneme bonusu to look over her shoulder.
Reaching beneath the skirt of her dress, I tugged them down. “Much better,” I said, turning her around so I could inspect her perfect ass. “Promise me you’ll never wear panties with that dress.”
“Mom!” she protested in that shocked tone but without the usual edge. “Are you trying to turn me into a party girl?”
“Maybe you don’t know what you’re missing,” I shot back, enjoying the shocked looked on her face. Turning her back to me, she pulled off her dress and for just a moment, she was completely naked again. “Let’s see that bathing suit again.”
“Okay,” she agreed, squatting to find it among all the bags scattered around our living room. She discreetly kept her back to me but that didn’t stop me from staring at her nudity. She put on her top before standing and putting on her bottoms. I noticed she made the rookie mistake of not putting a double knot on either side of her bottoms. I nearly corrected her and then decided against it.
“I bet we can still layout for a bit if you want,” I suggested. “The back patio gets some great sun this time of day.”
“I remember,” she said with a big smile, clearing in love with the idea. While she picked up her treasures, I went to my room and got changed. I didn’t bother shutting my bedroom door while I got naked, I never did.
As I rummaged through a drawer for both halves of my string bikini, Ruby leaned against my doorway looking at me. “I hope I look at hot as you when I’m your age,” Ruby said.
“You will,” I reassured her. After tying the sides of my bikini in a simple bow, I pulled her next to me in front of a mirror. “This is you,” I said, waving my hand in front of her. “And this is you in twenty-four more years.” I waved a hand in front of my body.
“I never realized how much we look alike,” she said, running a hand across her belly. “We have the same belly buttons.” When she ran her hand across my stomach, I fought against shivering with excitement. “I still hope I get bigger boobs like you.”
“Sometimes, I miss having smaller ones like you,” I said, squeezing one of her boobs. Her eyes went wide and I laughed at her. “First time another woman has touched you there?”
“Maybe,” she said with a bit of pink rising to her cheeks. Wearing a big smile, she added, “Or maybe not.”
I pulled her hand up from my stomach and over one of my tits. “And this is how you’ll feel in a few years.” She gave my tit a test squeeze before catching herself.
“Mom!” she complained, giggling at me.
On the way to our patio, I pulled two more drinks from the refrigerator. I positioned matching chaise loungers side-by-side while she paired her cell phone with my Bluetooth speaker and played some music. We started by laying our bellies and offering our backsides to the late afternoon sun. We both undid our tops. While I had neighbors, none of them lived close enough to have a view of my backyard.
We baked in silence for a few moments before I asked, “Was your roommate nice?”
“Abby was okay. Whenever we were in the room together she would never wear anything more than a bra and panties. She thought I was a prude because I wouldn’t get half naked with her.”
“You know you don’t have to be shy about your body anymore, right?” I asked, reminding her that I had been chubby in high school, too. “It took me a while to realize I was hot.”
“Do you think I’m hot?”
“Smoking hot,” I said, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “I’d do you.”
“Mom!” she groaned in that same exasperated tone. She took a couple sips from her hard lemonade. “I think Abby wanted to do me.”
“What about you?”
“Oh God,” she groaned, sipping at her drink. “I wouldn’t know what to do with another woman.”
“The same things that feel good to you,” I suggested.
“What if I don’t know what feels good?” she asked in her quiet, worried voice.
“You’ve done stuff with boys, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she said in an ‘oh-my-God’ sort of tone before dropping the attitude. “But I’ve never had an orgasm with one of them.”
“Teenaged boys aren’t very good at that.”
“They weren’t all teenagers,” she said, holding her top against her chest as she rolled over to face the sun.
I rolled over, too, except I didn’t worry about leaving my top behind.
“Really?” she asked, glancing at my nudity.
“Who’s going to see?”
“Then why wear anything at all?” she asked. I noticed her hard lemonade bottle was nearing empty.
“Want another?” I asked, standing and holding out my hand for her empty bottle.
“Sure,” she said, knocking back the rest.
I stayed topless as I went inside to grab two more hard lemonades. When I came back out, I noticed Ruby had decided being topless was a good idea, too. She had her eyes closed and looked so beautiful. “Here you go,” I said, holding one bottle in front of her. As she opened her eyes and took the drink. a drop of condensation dripped on her chest. “Oops,” I said, automatically wiping away the stray drop without thinking about it. I raked my hand across her chest before realizing what I was doing.
“Having fun?” she asked with a tiny smirk.
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