Mom shares bath with daughter

I gulped, “Very sexy.”

“Not too wrinkly?”

“Mom!”

She laughed and pulled me to her. A hug, an embrace, a kiss on my ear, a shared kiss on each other’s cheek, lips softly touching. We stared into each other’s eyes and shared another soft kiss. My hands finally held and I felt her shake.

Mother pulled me towards her, turning me around and I slid against her. Her mouth found my neck and ear and she nibbled softly while her hands gently massaged my breasts, kneading them, encouraging the nipples to harden. I closed my hands, felt her body under me.

Mother’s fingers were like electrodes, shocking me where they touched and when her right hand slid over my belly and between my legs I moaned loudly. My soft curls were caressed and then my sex was explored.

She was gentle and soft, her kisses never ending, her murmurs and sighs a hot breath in my ear. My body shook as she masturbated me, expertly inducing shiver after shiver until my cunt wrapped tight onto her fingers and climaxed.

She held me that way forever, until the water cooled around us I think. I was off in another world and when I finally turned on her lap, Mother was smiling. We kissed, me a little more insistent. I reached out and held her breast, squeezing and playing with the small nipple.

“The water is getting cold dear, why don’t we get out.”

Her voice sounded strange. She seemed sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing honey.” She slid me off her lap and proceeded to get out of the tub. I sat there, scared, as she toweled off and slid her robe back on. “I’m going to get a glass of wine, would you like one?”

I shook my head no.

“Don’t be long, you’ll get all wrinkly.” She left the room. I wanted to cry. I finally left the tub, and with a heavy heart, headed for my room. My mood brightened though when I found laid across my bed, one of my Mothers nicest white satin gowns. I slid it over my head, shivered as the smooth fabric slid down my body. My breasts pushed the bodice to its extreme but I thought I looked wonderful.

It was a little long and I had to gather it up when I ran downstairs. Mother sat on the loveseat, wine glass in hand, wearing her long black silk gown with sheer wrap. She held out a glass to me. “I thought you might one after all.”

What a wonderful night that was.