When I awoke in the morning, I saw I was alone in bed. Worry washed over me. I fretted that Mom regretted what we did despite her being the one who started this whole thing. My concern quickly dissipated when I heard the shower running in the background. I leaped to my feet and let them lead the way.

Walking into the bathroom, I stood by the door and watched Mom lather herself. The water cascaded down her body, making her glimmer in the morning light. Bubbles covered her most private areas, yet watching Mom's soapy hands roam over her body made my heart skip a beat.

I knew Mom and I should talk after what happened last night, but I couldn't control myself. I stripped out of my clothes and opened the shower door.

"Would Mommy like some company?" I sultrily said.

Mom's mouth gaped open while her eyes had a glint in them. It was clear she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I stepped into the stall and let the water run over me. Mom stood there frozen. I felt in control for the first time since this whole thing started and loved how powerful I felt. Everything had led to this moment, and there was no going back.

Emboldened by my mother's relinquishing of control, I pressed my slick body into hers. Our tits pressed together as we both exhaled, releasing all of our built-up tension.

"I want this," I whispered.

It was important to me that she knew that I wanted her and that I was in control of my actions.

Mom smiled before leaning in to kiss me. Her soft lips melted into mine. I swiped my tongue over her lips, letting her know what I wanted. Mom didn't disappoint. She opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue over mine. We nibbled at each other lips, holding each other's slippery bodies tightly.

While I loved making out with Mom, I needed more. I kissed down her body, savoring the taste of her fresh skin. Finally, I came eye to eye with Mom's breasts. Water dripped off of her swollen nipples, tempting me with their allure. I took a deep breath, building up my courage before sticking out my tongue and twirling it around Mom's hard nub. Mom pushed her chest forward, inviting me to suck on her tits like I had twenty-two years earlier.

I sealed my lips around her nipple, feeling it swell and stretch in my mouth while my tongue flicked against it. Mom grabbed the back of my head, holding me close to her body. My hair clung to me as Mom ran her hands through it. Mom eventually released her grip, allowing me to switch breasts. I kissed around the outline of her boobs, taking extra time to kiss her under-boob. It was a particular erotic zone for me, and I hoped that it was something that ran in the family.

"You are so good at that. Having you back sucking on my tits; oh my God!" Mom moaned.

I stroked my fingers along Mom's stomach, inching towards the place of my birth. Mom and I both knew where this was leading, and you could feel the anticipation growing the closer I got to her pussy.

"Please," Mom begged.

I cupped Mom's mound. Her labia were slick with her juices. I wiggled my middle finger between her lips, coating it in her sticky wetness. I kissed Mom one more time and then plunged one and then two fingers into her tunnel.

Momentarily, I paused, realizing that I was back in the hole I was birthed from. The thought sent me into a tailspin of lust. I thrust my fingers in and out of Mom while massaging the base of my palm against her clit.

"You are making Mommy feel so good," Mom cried out.

Mom was on the precipice of cumming, and I wasn't about to let her juices go to waste. I dropped to my knees and slipped my hands between her legs, spreading them wider to ease my access to her cunt. I clasped my fingers into her tight cheeks and inserted my tongue into Mom's pussy. I lapped as much of Mom's cream as I could, relishing what I hoped would be the first of many times I drank from her birth canal. Mom squirmed above me, riding my face like a bucking bronco.

"Marisa, I…" Mom started to say, but she had trouble forming words.

I licked from her entrance to her clit one last time and then sucked her stiff button between my lips. Her clit was so engorged it felt like I was sucking on a little dick. I curled my tongue around the nub, making Mom growl in the process.

Mom was like an animal in heat. All she needed was one thing, and I was more than happy to give her what she wanted. I repeatedly dragged the broad side of my tongue in a clockwise motion along the tip of her clit.

"Fuck. My daughter is making me cum. I only dreamed," Mom howled.

My mother's knees buckled beneath her as her body shook above me. I did my best to catch Mom while her orgasm overwhelmed her. I continued to lick her, hoping to get her off again.

Mom pushed my head away. "Too much. Too much," she explained.

The two of us collapsed on the shower floor, embracing each other.

"I love you, Marisa. Nothing will ever change that," Mom reassured me.

"I love you too, Mom. Both as my lover and as my mother," I retorted.

We sat there for what seemed like hours but were only minutes, kissing and hugging each other. The water soon started getting cold, so we rinsed off and headed back to bed.

"I can't believe that just happened," I exclaimed.

I snuggled into the crease of Mom's arm, much like I did when growing up. We lay there quietly, enjoying each other's company.

Mom eventually sat up and said, "I need to go down on you!"

Her eyes were full of passion. Mom bent forward until our lips met. We nibbled at each other, but I craved more.

"Mom, you have me so hot. Please make me cum," I pleaded.

I nudged her head lower, trying to subtly direct Mom to where I wanted her. As Mom kissed down my body, I wondered how long she had wanted this. While all these thoughts and feelings were new to me, I had a feeling Mom had been planning this out for a while.

Putting those questions aside, I refocused on the fluttering in my stomach as I watch Mom spread my legs wide. My juices dripped down into my asshole, a clear sign of how turned on I was.

"Your pussy is beautiful," Mom said.

There was a motherly quality to Mom's pronouncement. It was a stark reminder of our relationship. This wasn't some lover I picked up at a party. This was the woman who birthed and raised me. Now, she was my sexual partner, who was about to go down on me for the first time.

Mom kissed around my vulva. Her lips barely grazed my labia, yet her warm breath left me gripping the sheets in pleasure. I was in suspense, uncertain of what Mom would do next. Mom stroked my inner thighs with her nails, tracing my name into my legs. It was a move that both tickled and tantalized.

The combination of her fingers and kisses was almost too much. Mom hadn't even licked my pussy yet, and I was on the verge of cumming. I needed more!

"No more teasing. Please, Mommy. I want to feel your tongue on my fuck-hole," I begged.

Mom swiped the tip of her tongue along my slit. Her eyes lit up as she tasted my juices from their source for the first time.

"You are so naughty, Mommy, licking your daughter's slick cunt. You've made me so wet. I bet you are so happy you raised a dirty slut," I yelled.

My words sent Mom into a frenzy. She rolled her tongue around my clit, while thrusting three thin fingers into me. Mom was stretching me in such a good way. I pumped my hips against her face, practically fucking myself on her face and digits.

"That's right. You hear how wet I am. God, Mommy, that feels so good. I'm going to cum," I moaned.

My toes curled, and my body went rigid. Mom continued worshiping my button while her fingers repeatedly penetrated me. I thought my body was going to burst. Despite just cumming, Mom's relentlessness unleashed a level of orgasm I had never experienced. Rolling orgasms washed over me, leaving me a sweaty mess and on the verge of passing out.

I finally pushed Mom off of me, desperately in need of a break.

"How was that?" Mom said, my juices slashed all over her face.

"Oh, you know how good that was. I can see the evidence all over your chin and lips," I giggled.

We soon fell back to sleep, only to be awoken by the blaring midday sun. Between the drinks and our early-morning lovemaking, we slept through half the day. Excited to see what the day brought, we hastily showered and donned our bikinis.

After hanging by the pool yesterday, we decided to lay by the beach today. We grabbed two open lounge chairs and put down our stuff.

Looking around, I saw that people were in various states of undress. Boobs and dicks bounced around as people strolled up and down the white sand.

While I liked to be daring, I was happy wearing my bikini, as sheer as it was.

"Your bikini looks great on you," Mom commented.

"Well, I have you to thank; after all, you picked it out. Who knew you buying me bikinis would lead to what happened," I remarked.

"Do you regret it at all?" Mom asked, concerned.

I leaned over and gently kissed Mom on her succulent lips.

"These have been the best two days of my life, and I can't wait for more," I said.

Mom unhooked her wrap and let it drop to the floor. I was shocked by what I saw. While I thought I had seen all of Mom's new bikinis, the one she wore was utterly see-through.

"Not leaving anything to the imagination, huh?" I giggled.

"Don't like what you see?" Mom sneered.

"Oh, I like it way more than I should, and so do those guys over there," I pointed out.

Mom waved to the men, reveling in her newfound freedom. Bobby would have gone apoplectic if Mom even looked at another man, so seeing her flirt so easily was nice.

I grabbed the tanning oil out of our bag and began applying. The liquid was slick, making my fingers effortlessly glide along my hot skin. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of my hands' caress. I felt transported to another realm, letting the world drift away as I focused on my touch.

"Let me help you with that," Mom implored, shaking me out of my stupor.

My mother traced her fingers along my toned abs, leaving behind an oily sheen. My eyes met hers, making my pulse quicken with excitement. There was a playful twinkle in her eyes as she reached for my chest and rubbed oil along my collarbone, letting the excess oil careen down my ample tits. I watched with glee as Mom kneaded my breasts along the edges of my barely there red bikini.

"May I?" Mom asked, indicating that she wanted to apply the oil to the skin beneath the small fabric.

I smiled and shook my head. Mom's tender, oily fingers caressed my nipples, making them feel warm from her touch. Small bumps formed along my dark areola as my nipples grew stiffer.

"Kiss me," I insisted.

Mom didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, running her lips against mine, and eagerly welcomed my tongue. The two of us made out, letting our slick bodies grind against each other. It was only the sound of a familiar voice that shook us out of our make-out session.

"I see the two of you are back at it," John teased.

I turned to see Mike and John carrying a cooler full of beers and wearing matching Hawaiian shirts and shorts. The father and son duo looked dorky but cute.

"Hey," Mike said.

His eyes scanned my body, taking in every inch of my practically nude form. While there were plenty of naked women on the beach, Mike seemed glued to my thinly covered chest.

"Eyes up here," I joked.

"Wanna beer?" Mike asked.

It was obvious he was trying to distract me from his leering. I welcomed the drink, deciding to let him off the hook. John and Mike joined us in a toast before settling down.

We lay there basking in the absurdity of our situation. Here we were, two parent and child pairs laying out at an adults-only resort, tanning at the clothing-optional beach.

John seemed interested in getting to know me. He was handsome for an older man, so I didn't mind his advances. He told me about the parties he and Mom went to in college and how he was sad that they lost touch after she met Bobby.

The longer John and I spoke, the more I couldn't get past the haunting familiarity I felt with him. Something in the back of my mind told me we had a connection, yet prior to last night, I was certain we had never met.

"Seems like Mom and you had some fun times in college," I observed.

"Your mother is very special. It seems like you take after her a lot," John suggested.

I blushed. The combination of the sun and the beer was getting to me, yet I couldn't help but notice a mix of lust and paternal pride in his voice.

"I think it is time for me to flip over. Would you mind doing my back?" I said, shocking myself.

John grabbed the bottle and drizzled the sun-warmed lotion along my spine, letting the oil drip down my sides. With his strong, callused hands, he massaged the silky liquid into my tight muscles. John was talented. His hands moved with the confidence no other man had touched me with. He knew the way around a woman's body, leaving me a puddle of loose muscles.

I sighed loudly, making sure he heard me over the crashing waves. The crisp ocean air filled my lungs as I took deep breaths with every push on my skin.

John's hands wandered lower until they rested on the nape of my back.

"May I?" John asked.

There was a gentleman-like quality to his request, which was a shock to the system. Despite that, I worried what Mom would think of me letting her old friend touch my ass.

I looked over to her for some reassurance, only to find Mike sitting on her legs, grazing his fingers along the side of Mom's tits.

If John's son could play with Mom, then I figured it would be more than okay for John to play with me. I spread my legs and nodded at John.

He splashed more oil into his hands and spanked my tight butt. I yelped in disbelief.

"What was that?" I shrieked.

John just grinned. He then cupped my cheeks and began kneading my meaty ass with his large hands. I worried that he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy, but decided to let fate do its thing.

I parted my legs even more, tempting John to go lower. I could sense his hesitation. Even with the alcohol in his system and my deliberate teasing, his trepidation held him back. Finally, he relented and moved lower. His hands trembled as they brushed against my inner thighs.

John's eyes darted between my legs. Without realizing it, the thin fabric of my bikini bottom had rid up between my labia, revealing my engorged vulva to this strange man.

With a deviant glare, I looked over my shoulder and said, "I hope you like what you see."

"You know I do," he asserted.

Unlike the boys at school, John didn't minimize his desires. He went after what he wanted, making me want him even more.

I spread my legs as wide as I could, making my pussy fully visible to Mom's old lover. I was being skanky, but I didn't care. There was an electric charge in the air, making my body buzz with lust.

I wasn't the only one feeling it. Low moans rumbled out of Mom, pulling my attention to her. I was shocked to see Mike slithering his fingers over Mom's vulva. The only thing separating Mom and him was a pussy juice soaked sheer piece of fabric.

It was all too much, yet I needed more.

"We need to go back to our room," I shouted, shocking everyone around me.

We gathered our stuff and rushed through the resort hallways until we came to our locked door. I fumbled with the key card, struggling to open the electric-powered lock. Finally, the light clicked on, allowing me to slam open the door. We dropped everything by the door and stared at each other, waiting to see who would make the first move.

My eyes widened as Mom ripped John's shirt open, revealing his toned body. For an older man, he was very sexy. The two of them went at it, kissing and grinding against each other. Not to be outdone, I turned and kissed Mike. The fact that Mom was making out with his father right next to us was a huge turn-on.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. While I had been with a few guys, I still felt very new to all this. Looking over at Mom and knowing she was here put...