The men were all out of the house on various errands and so my step-daughter Denise and I decided to spend the afternoon as a mother-daughter bonding day. Denise is 20 years old and very pretty, and so should have a boyfriend by now. But she is very shy and reserved. She therefore has very little experience with anything of a sexual nature. She only wears baggy clothes that cover her dainty figure, and refuses to wear make-up or get hair done nicely. Her brothers say that she has never had a boyfriend, and that in fact have never seen her so much as talk to a boy. They think perhaps she is lesbian or at least bi.
In many ways she still seems like a much younger girl than she is. She continues to talk with her little girl voice and has a girlish figure, short, slender, narrow hips, small breasts, and very petite, even compared with me. She strikes me as so innocent and young that I told her I would like to treat her as my daughter, which she likes, and she has even taken to calling me mommy when no one else is around.
When Denise got up today after everyone had already left the house, she found me preparing brunch for her in the kitchen. I was still dressed in my nightie and she seemed to avoid eye contact with me as she sat down across me from at the kitchen counter. I asked if there was something wrong. She said "No mommy, but you aren't dressed in much, and it is making me kind of nervous seeing so much of you."
I walked over to her and giving her a big hug I explained "Oh dear don't be so shy, it is just us girls here so it is OK if we show a little skin. No boys to see us. No need to be nervous. You should get used to dressing prettier too."
Giving her a kiss on her forehead, Denise responded "Yes mommy I suppose so." Then I told her what I had planned for daughter-mother day. I said we would get into our bathing suits and sun ourselves around the pool while drinking coolers and polishing our nails and toes and chatting about girl stuff! She protested, saying he was too shy to wear her bathing suit but I explained that it would be fine with just the two of us here. So here we are now, enjoying the sun and our drinks, me in my pink bikini, her in her blue one piece.
I made us a few more drinks and applied suntan lotion to the front of my legs and belly and asked Denise if she could apply it to my shoulders as it was hard for me to reach there. At first she was hesitant but then grew less reserved with rubbing her hands over my skin. Later I turned over and asked if she could get the back of my legs. She stroked my legs at length and seemed to spend more time with the suntan lotion than required. So I undid my bikini top and asked if she could also apply the lotion to my back. She seemed to take her time exploring the flesh of my back with her hands, as she had done with rubbing the back of my legs, and I knew that she was curious about the touch of my skin, so I decided to give her a little more opportunity to explore my body.
A bit later I asked Denise to go fetch us some drinks and while she was gone I raised my seat back to a sitting position, sat in the chair and started painting my nails. She came through the door to the backyard and stopped and stared. "What is wrong dear?" I asked innocently.
"Mommy, your top is off and I can see your breasts!" She exclaimed.
I responded naively "So what dear, surely you have seen breasts before and the men are all gone for the day. With just us girls here I can get rid of my tan lines." With that she came toward me and hesitantly handed me my drink. Sitting in her own chair she pretending not to look at me, but I could see that she was constantly stealing glances at my bare chest.
After a while I said "Dear, mommy needs more lotion and her nails are wet, please help me."
Coming over with the bottle she asked where I needed more applied. My arms please I said. When she was done I added "And on my upper legs please," spreading them wide to provide her unobstructed access. Sitting on the chair beside me, she caressed the smooth flesh of my inner thighs, seeming to become lost in the experience, with her hands gliding back and forth repetitively over my skin, seemly less to be focused on spreading on the oil than just enjoying the experience of touching my body. Looking up I saw that her mouth was left slightly gaping and her tongue protruded slightly from between her lips. Her expression was blank and her eyes glazed, transfixed upon my exposed nipples.
Interrupting her experience after a few minutes I said "And more of my shoulders to dear." As her hands slid over my shoulders and upper chest I added "You better cover my breasts too with oil so that they don't burn." At this suggestion I could see that she was nervous so I consoled her "Oh, don't be silly dear, they are just boobs, now pour that oil over me."
Starting with one hanging breast she slowly began to apply the oil. I focused on fidgeting with my nails to give the impression that this was just two ladies doing what ladies do. With time she became transfixed once again, massaging my one breast over and over, lifting it and letting it fall, cupping my breast to raise the fatty flesh and nipple upward, and kneading the flesh like bread dough. I let her indulge herself, while enjoying her hand on my flesh. As she had tiny breasts I supposed that she had never seen large breasts before and was fascinated with the feel of the ample flesh in her hand.
