Mom sat next to me on the edge of the bed. We were still in our sweat-soaked clothing, exhausted from a night of dancing and drinking. There was a palpable tension in the room as she scooted closer towards me. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about her that way, but all I wanted at that moment was for Mom to kiss me. The whole week felt like it had been building to this moment, and I couldn't believe it was finally happening.

It all started when Mom suggested we go on this trip.

"My divorce with Bobby finally went through," Mom announced.

"Congrats, Mom. That's great. I know how unhappy the two of you were," I replied.

"How about we go on vacation to celebrate?" Mom asked.

While I enjoyed spending time with Mom, I only had a few more weeks home before I had to return to campus, and I hoped to spend that time with my friends.

Yet, when I saw the desperation splashed across Mom's face, I knew how disappointed she would be if I said no. With a deep internal sigh, I acquiesced to her need.

"That sounds like a ton of fun," I lied.

"Great. I have to get to work, but I'll book the resort later today. Let's go shopping for some new clothes tomorrow," Mom said.

As the door closed behind her, I plopped on the couch, dreading the week ahead. I spent the rest of the day hanging with friends at the movies. By the time we were done, I knew Mom would be home. I momentarily thought about crashing at my friend Jane's house, but I assumed Mom would want to head to the mall early to avoid the big crowds.

The next morning, Mom burst into my room and ripped open the blinds. The intense summer sun splashed through my window, blinding me as I opened my heavy eyes.

"Wake up, sleepy head," Mom cheered.

My gut screamed at me to throw my blanket over my head and go back to sleep. However, I could feel Mom's excitement about going shopping with me.

"I'll be down in a minute. Can you make me some coffee?" I sleepily asked.

Before heading to the kitchen, I decided a quick shower was needed. With my eyes half closed, I reached for the shower faucet and let the water wash over me. The hot water felt wonderful on my bare skin. I let the steam surround me, filling up the tiny room. Standing under the shower head, I watched the water cascade down my body like a waterfall. The running water helped bring me back to life, and I started to get excited for the day.

I quickly scrubbed my body, savoring the feeling of my soapy hands against my wet skin. As my hand passed over my labia, I was shocked to feel my wetness. The sticky juices coating my finger let me know this wasn't just water I was feeling. I chalked it up to my body, reacting to my roaming hands, and put it out of my mind.

My room was cold, causing goosebumps to form on my dewy skin. I threw on a pair of denim cut-off shorts and a white tube top. The look was a bit sexy, especially with my damp hair, but I wanted to feel good while shopping.

When I entered the kitchen, Mom handed me my cup of Joe. The first sip felt like heaven. The hot liquid dripped down my throat, throttling caffeine to my every cell.

"Wow, Marisa, you look hot," Mom commented.

I took another sip of coffee before responding, "Oh, I hadn't noticed."

Mom laughed, yet I could feel her eyes undressing me. I was shocked by her blatant stares but chalked it up to my revealing outfit.

"You going to be ready to go soon?" Mom wondered.

"Yeah, just give me a few minutes," I said.

The ride to the mall was uneventful. We spent the morning shopping at our usual stores, picking up some essentials for our trip.

"There is one more store I really want to go to," Mom informed me as we finished eating our lunch in the food court.

At this point, the mall was packed. I grabbed Mom's hand, ensuring I didn't lose her in the crowd. We finally reached our destination, and boy, was I shocked. The store was at the edge of the mall, down a long, dreary hallway. The windows were blacked out, adding to the store's mysterious allure.

"Here we are. I've always wanted to shop here, but Bobby said nice women wouldn't wear the clothes they sell," Mom said.

Bobby was right. The store was called Forbidden Pleasures. The clothes they sold here were downright slutty. I had gone shopping there a few times with my friends, but never had the guts to buy anything.

Mom sauntered into the store, and I nervously followed behind. We perused through the aisles, taking in the array of clothes. Mom seemed to gravitate towards the smallest clothes the store had.

"Oh, this seems really cute," Mom said.

She held up a red bandana shirt. The top was one small piece of fabric that wrapped around your chest and tied off in the back. I was taken aback by Mom's interest in the top. She had never worn anything that revealing before and had, in fact, chided me for wearing a similar top when I was home last summer.

"It's cute. But don't you think it is a bit revealing?" I remarked.

"That's the point, my dear. I'm finally free from Bobby's control, and I'm not about to let society tell me what I can and cannot wear," Mom pushed back.

Mom's sudden self-assuredness was refreshing. Over the past few years, she and Bobby would argue constantly, and it really impacted how she saw herself and the world. Mom had me when she was twenty-one and met Bobby four years later. He helped raise me, but he wasn't the man who brought me into this world. My biological father was never in the picture, and I wasn't even sure if Mom knew who he was.

While Bobby was okay towards me, he and Mom grew increasingly distant when I entered high school. In many ways, once the focus moved away from raising me, it seemed like they didn't have much in common. Bobby grew increasingly more irritable, causing Mom to withdraw into herself.

It was exciting to see Mom come back to life, yet the idea of being dragged into her sexual reawakening felt weird. Don't get me wrong. Mom was beautiful, but it was awkward seeing her trying to navigate her second shot at adolescence.

We continued our stroll through the store, taking in what they had to offer. When we came across the bikini section, I saw Mom's eyes widen. All the bikinis seemed to be micro-bikinis. While I had my share of string bikinis, these were the tiniest swimsuits I had ever seen.

Mom picked up a white micro-bikini and held it up against her.

"What do you think?" She asked while grinning ear to ear.

It was clear Mom expected me to be shocked, so I decided to join her game and played the role of snarky daughter.

"It hardly qualifies as a bikini, Mom. A bikini is made of fabric. That is a pile of strings," I teased.

"Well, I'm going to get a few, and so are you," Mom insisted.

A jolt of excitement shot down to my nethers. Images of me laying by the pool, barely covered, allowing any man or woman to take notice, made me extremely hot. The fact that Mom would be sitting next to me, just as bare, made the whole scenario even more naughty.

I pushed back, continuing to play the role Mom expected, but I increasingly wanted to join Mom in her sexual rejuvenation. Mom and I grabbed a few more items, including a couple of minidresses, some tube tops, a few miniskirts, and even matching black sheer tops, before heading to the fitting room.

Once Mom pulled the curtain, my heart began to race. While I had been excited to try these bikinis on, the reality of having to strip in front of Mom made me panic.

Mom pulled off her shirt and jeans, revealing her lacy bra and underwear. I was slightly taken aback by Mom's sexy undergarments. Time stood still as Mom reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slip to the floor. Then, with one tug of her underwear, Mom pulled off her last remaining garment.

Mom stood completely naked in front of me, without a care in the world. It had been years since I saw her naked, and I had to admit that she looked amazing. Since Bobby and Mom separated, she had been eating healthily and going to the gym daily, and the work showed.

"Well, don't just stand there. You aren't about to try these clothes on over what you're wearing," Mom giggled.

I carefully pulled my tube top overhead, letting my breast free. The cool air-conditioned air felt great on my skin, instantly making my nipples harden.

"Someone is saying hello," Mom noticed.

I blushed from embarrassment but continued to undress for her. Once naked, I did my best to hide my bits, but Mom was having none of it.

"Oh, come on. It isn't like I haven't seen you naked before," Mom said.

I wanted to push back but relented in her desire to have me stand there naked with her.

"Wow. You really have filled out. It looks like someone is a bit turned on, too," Mom said, noticing my glistening lower lips.

Seeing Mom naked was affecting me in ways I hadn't anticipated. My pussy was soaked, and my mind was awash with dirty thoughts. I guess a month of not getting laid was having an impact.

"Let's try these on. I think the black one will look great with your dark hair," Mom said.

I picked up the top and started to tie it around my neck. The bikini top consisted of the tiniest triangle cutouts attached to the thinnest string possible. The whole thing felt very delicate, and I struggled with putting it on.

"Let me help you with that," Mom told me.

Mom stood behind me, her bare tits pressing into my back as she tied the strings into two distinct knots. I adjusted the triangles, doing my best to cover as much of my breasts as possible. The fabric covered my nipples but not much else, leaving my tits flowing out.

"I'll get the bottom for you," Mom stated.

She picked up the thong and ran it between my legs until the small fabric rested on my slit. Mom's fingers pressed against my vulva, making me shutter in delight. My body was on fire, and every ounce of me wanted to call out in pleasure. I held my breath, hoping to suppress my moans. Mom pulled the string through my ass crack and tied the high-waisted sides together. Once done, she pulled away to admire her work.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Mom lick her fingers but chalked it up to my wild imagination.

"You look so sexy! Take a look," Mom insisted.

Mom stood behind me as I stared at my practically naked body. The suit fit me like a glove, leaving very little to the imagination.

"I don't know what to say," I uttered.

"Don't say anything. Just look at yourself. Take in how beautiful you are," Mom said.

She held my hips, her body pressed tightly against mine. I worried what would happen when I turned around. I felt my juices flowing into the barely-there crotch of the bikini and worried there would be a wet mark.

"I think it is your turn," I said, hoping to take some attention off of me.

Mom didn't struggle like I did. It was as if she had worn these types of bikinis before. Perhaps my mother was more adventurous than I ever gave her credit for.

I watched intently while Mom tightly secured the suit to her trim body. Despite her tits not being as big as mine, they spilled out of the top, while the white triangles did little to hide her rose-colored nipples.

As Mom pulled the thong up her legs, she spread her thighs, revealing her pussy to me. Her pussy was smooth as silk, topped with a neatly trimmed landing strip. Her vulva looked perfectly bald, making me wonder if she had shaved, knowing she would reveal herself to me.

Once the suit was completely on, Mom spun around, showing off her bikini-clad body.

"So, what do you think?" Mom asked.

"I think Bobby was an idiot giving you up. You're breathtaking, Mom," I told her.

Mom hugged me tight. Our breasts pressed together as she pulled me closer. Her hands slowly caressed my back as we hugged. My mother's hands inched ever lower until they rested on my exposed ass. I gasped as she cupped my bum, yet I didn't jerk away.

After a minute, Mom pulled back before leaning in and pecking me on the lips. I stood there frozen, completely taken aback by her kiss.

"That was nice," she said.

The only response I was able to muster was a sweet smile.

"Let's try on the rest of the clothes," she suggested.

We spent the next twenty minutes trying on the various outfits. Each piece was just as provocative as the next. There was something about being in that dressing room with Mom and seeing her revel in wearing such sultry clothing that made me start to see her in a different light.

Once back home, we went our separate ways. Mom had dinner plans, and I hoped to get to bed early so I could go for a morning run.

I spent the night tossing and turning. The taste of Mom's soft lips felt plastered to my own. I ran my hands over my mouth, the feeling of her kiss still lingering hours after. With every thought of Mom's lips, the wetter I felt myself becoming. I felt sick at the idea of being turned on by Mom, yet my body betrayed me.

The longer I tried sleeping, the more memories of Mom's fit body pressed against mine flooded my mind. I knew better, but today felt like one long seduction, something a mother would never do. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter, but I felt stuck in a never-ending loop of lust-filled dreams.

With barely any sleep, I awoke to my alarm blaring at 5:30 in the morning. I stumbled out of bed, threw on my black sports bra and matching shorts, slicked my hair back into a pony, and hastily washed my face before heading to the kitchen. The house was quiet as I drank my coffee in the barely-lit breakfast nook. The sun was rising, and I knew the heat would become overwhelming if I didn't hit the road soon. I downed the rest of my coffee and headed out the door.

Thoughts of Mom continued to flood my mind as I ran through the empty streets. With every step, memories of her bare pussy and lingering hands flashed before me. I ran faster, hoping to outrun my thoughts.

My outfit clung to my increasingly damp body. As I pushed myself harder, my breathing became ragged. I huffed and puffed as beads of sweat dripped down my temple. My once neat pony was soaked, and wet strands of hair now framed my beet-red face. I could feel the sweat trickle down my tits, pooling in the valley between my boobs, only to be absorbed by my sports bra.

Yet, the slicker my body became, the dirtier my thoughts were. Finally, I relented. I let my mind run wild. I pushed myself, savoring the sensation of my heaving chest. My nipples rubbed against my damp sports bra, teasing them, adding the allure of the moment. I rushed home, desperate for relief.

"Mommy," I found myself whispering as the tempo of my legs increased.

As I reached the edge of our lawn, I stopped, putting my hands on my knees. I glistened in the morning light. Every inch of my body was slick with sweat. I did my best to catch my breath, but my pulse failed to slow. My body was on fire, and it wasn't just because of my hard effort.

I burst into my house, hoping Mom wouldn't hear me. Making my way to my room, I carefully closed the door, locking it behind me. While I normally wouldn't lie on my bed sweaty, my body screamed for release.

I hooked my fingers into the band of my shorts and shimmed them down my legs. The moist fabric clung to my skin, making it difficult to get my shorts off. Once off, I stood there momentarily, basking in the feeling of the cold air on my slick vulva. The combination of my juices and sweat had left my crotch soaked, and the cooling sensation added to my increasing libido.

With one hard grunt, I yanked my sports bra over my head. Beads of sweat continued to pour down my chest and over my sensitive nipples. I cupped my tits, rubbing the wetness into my skin, basking in the heat my hands were providing.

I lay on my bed and spread my legs wide, preparing my body for my wandering fingers. I no longer fought myself. Memories of Mom's tits pressing into my back flitted through my head as I twirled my fingers around my taut nipples. Shivers shot through me the more I teased and pulled at my chest. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to give into my most based instincts. With one hand still on my tits, I trailed my other hand down, letting it slide over my tingling skin.

The back of my fingers grazed the sides of my vulva. My labia were slick and flowering more with every pass of my fingers. I slipped two fingers between my slit, letting them soak in my juices, before inserting them into my wanton pussy. Thrusting my fingers in and out of my hole, I humped my hand, making sure to press my palm into my clit at every chance.

While I usually enjoyed a nice long...