This story contains no incestual sex. I've put it into the taboo category by the very nature of the story involving a mother and daughter. I feel its closer to taboo than any of the other genres.
There's a saying you'll all be familiar with, 'like mother, like daughter'. Well, that was me and my mum. Although we considered ourselves to be more like sisters as I grew into an adult, the saying did describe us pretty accurately. The good, the bad and the ugly. I developed my mothers traits and followed her advice, and when she advised me not to make the same mistakes as her, I did anyway. So I didn't always follow her advice.
My names Pippa and I'm a 5ft 5' curvy brunette. My mother Annie is also a curvy brunette, but she's an inch taller and a bit more curvier. When I was nineteen and my mother was forty, she booked a 'girls' holiday to Hersonissos, Crete for her birthday milestone. My aunt was supposed to be joining us but she had to pull out at the last minute to look after my uncle, because the dipshit fell off a ladder whilst painting their house. Never mind, seven days in the sun was going to be awesome with or without my aunt.
The apartment we booked was an adult only complex. Not that kind of adult only, you perverts! No, just no families with noisy kids running around the place. Mum and I shared a two-bedroom apartment and we joked about being able to bring guys back to our own personal spaces if we or they got lucky, but we pinky promised not to ditch each other for a guy. If we did meet any guys then we'd say we were sisters.
On that very first day my mother was to change my perception about my body. I don't really like to discuss body sizes in stories, but I was a 34DD bra and a size 12 dress. I have since returned to a size 10 and 34D. Too much partying and takeaways meant I was fuller than I should have been. I wasn't fat but I was conscious about my body image. Proud of my curves, yes. Disappointed I hadn't put the same effort into my pre-holiday workouts as my mum, most definitely.
At forty my mother's body rocked her outfits, especially her bikinis. Being a light-to-social smoker at this stage of her life, was the only unhealthy habit she had. Where I was a full-on smoker, but this is not a smoking fetish story. My mum ran, did Pilates and ate healthy, which was more than I could say for myself.
Anyway, that first day we settled by the pool with only a few couples sunbathing around the pool with us. I was wearing a new two-piece black bikini and mum was wearing a new red halter neck bikini. We quickly caught the attention of the men when we removed our cover up dresses, but let's be honest, that's standard anyway. I took it in my stride like any other holiday. I didn't feel sexy or self-conscious. The latter was only moments away though.
I'd already prepared my sun protection inside the apartment. Mother clearly hadn't. Brazen as you like, she sat down on her sunbed, removed her bikini top and started rubbing sun cream into her big breasts, whilst talking to me about an excursion she fancied doing later in the week. From behind my sunglasses, I looked away and around the pool. All male eyes were on my forty-year-old mum rubbing up her tits with sun cream. I was so embarrassed I tried to hide my discomfort whilst agreeing to the excursion. I didn't know what I'd agreed to. I just nodded and squirmed on the sunbed beside her.
"Are you not joining me?" she then asked.
"What? Topless?" I whispered harshly.
My mother smiled. "You're not embarrassed are you? Has my confident Pippa lost her outward confidence all of a sudden?" My mother teased me.
"No!" I sat up in defiance. I hated the way my ego responded to her at times, needing to be like my mother.
"You're on holiday. There's no jealous, insecure boyfriend to tell you to put them away. Embrace your femininity, Pippa," she dared me. "Give those milky girls a sun tan." My mother laughed quietly to herself and then sat back on her sunbed with her legs sprawled out as she sat up and opened a novel. I could see her watching me out the corner of my eye, smiling.
Like mother, like daughter, I decided, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bikini top. My heart was thumping inside my chest as the men turned their attention from my mothers exposed tits to watch me, her daughter, exposing my tits. Dropping my bikini top onto my bag, I sat back on my sunbed with my legs sprawled out. I heard my mother chuckling into her novel.
"Reading something funny?" I asked sarcastically.
"Watch you don't burn your boobs, Pippa," she chuckled again.
Damn! I hadn't thought about that. I wanted to run back to the apartment and rub sun cream into my breasts, but I knew I couldn't do that, not really. "You're enjoying this more than the men," I giggled nervously.
"For different reasons," my mother grinned. "Forget them. Embrace your body and stop worrying about what other people think. Bikini or topless, men are men, Pippa. They'll look and admire, stare and lust. You already know this of course."
I cleared my throat and sat up. I then leaned down into my bag and took out my sun cream. Feeling the weight of my breasts as they moved with me, I felt the weight of the men watching me. My mother was quickly into her novel when I squirted sun cream into my hands and began rubbing it into my exposed breasts. She didn't smile, laugh or tease me. Once I'd finished my nipples were rock hard. I was now embarrassingly aroused.
My mother and I sunbathed topless by the pool everyday of the holiday. I even started applying my sun cream at the pool. It was a constant turn on for me, showing off in front of men with their wives and girlfriends sat beside them. We only put our bikini tops back on when we went for a dip in the pool, or when it was time to leave. I left Crete with a lovely pair of tanned breasts, and a newfound level of confidence.
In the evenings, my mother and I ate out in restaurants. We wore our new dresses and turned heads pretty much everywhere we went. It felt amazing experiencing this with my mother, because I'd only ever experienced it with my friends. Something else I noticed. The age of the men we attracted were a lot older than me. Whenever I was out with my friends I noticed older guys getting a good look at us, but none ever approached us. I mean, we were in our late teens and early twenties.
However, my mother was forty years old, so guys my own age rarely approached us during the holiday. The few that did were too immature and cocky. They left with their tails between their legs as their cheesy chat-up lines were no match for my mother. While some of them impressed me, she'd heard them all before.
On the last night of our holiday we planned to party hard. My mother was well up for getting drunk and dancing until the early hours of the morning. It was music to my younger ears. We'd so far had an amazing time. Long days sunbathing topless by the pool together. A picturesque boat tour around the island of Crete, and beautiful food and lovely wine in the evenings, until it was time to sleep and do it all again the next day.
My mother exited her room ready to party, while I stood in my bra and knickers, dithering over two outfits to choose from. "How do you always look so amazing, so fast?" I moaned.
My mother was wearing a stunning pink-dye-print cami dress. It was fairly low-cut and it hemmed mid-thigh, showing off her bronzed thighs and cleavage. Even her hair and make-up looked stunning in the time she'd taken to get ready. "You're spoilt for choice. I told you not to bring too many outfits. Let me help you." My mother stepped up to foot of my bed to look over the two dresses I had laid out. "Go for the black one," she picked out.
"It's a bit risquΓ©," I mulled. "Even by my standards," I quickly laughed.
"You'll look fabulous. Tonight we're two ladies hitting the town for a bloody good time!" We laughed and I picked up the black dress. "Now hurry up, Pippa. Your mother is thirsty," she smiled and softly patted my bum. "I'll have a cigarette outside while you slip into your dress."
While my mother smoked outside I stood topless in front of the mirror and stepped into the black, sheath, mini dress. It was backless and low cut, with a deeper V at the centre of the outfit, revealing my entire cleavage.
"Sex on legs!" my mother joked when she returned.