I was into the second month of my third year of University, but because of COVID-19, instead of being away at school, I was at home studying on-line. Back living at 20 years old, with my Mom, Dad, and my older brother was not where I had planned to be at this point in my life.
Ever since I had to come back home to finish the winter term last March, things had been stressful. I was used to living on my own, or at least not with my parents. The freedom of walking around in just my panties, or being a slob if I wanted to was gone. Plus, the school work was harder without being able to interact with the professors or other students. My life sucked, instead of being on my own, it was like my life had been set back by a decade.
My older brother was a pain, he had been used to living without me and now had to put up with me 24/7, he had gone back to school last year at the local college but has always lived at home. Daddy, worked a lot and when he was home did not seem to notice me much, especially at first. Thank god for Mom, who has always seemed to really like having me around, although even that had been a little cold at first. Each of the two previous summers I had been away working at a National Park, this was really the first time in a long time, I had been home for an extended period.
It might have been better if we could do normal things, but like most places all of our normal getaways were closed, so day in day out it was just the same thing every day and after almost 8 months everyone was getting on each other's nerves more and more.
Despite those things, I had been secretly planning to try some fun of my own for a while, I just wasn't sure how or if I would ever get a chance to try it. When I was at school, I was able to experiment a lot more than what I could do under my parent's roof because I was rarely, if ever alone.
I had always loved photography and this idea was in many ways just an extension of that. This particular idea was something I had first discovered, last January at school, and it had been something I had started to read about on-line at night, when my roommate was sleep and I had continued to think about it here, late at night here when my family was asleep, I just hadn't been brave enough to try it ... yet, I just had to be careful because it seemed like someone was always home.
After almost giving up hope, something happened, one night recently, that gave me the inspiration to chance trying it. Everyone was downstair in the family room watching a movie, and I really wasn't into it so I asked if anyone needed to use the bathroom. Mom, dad, and my older brother all said no as they were going to watch keep watching the movie. Going upstairs alone, I ran the water and stripped naked after locking the door.
I took a long bubble bath and shaved my legs and everything else. Lightly sprinkling baby powder on my body as I dried off, I looked in the mirror. People said I was pretty, but I always thought I was average, a short average at best.
At 5.1 and 100 pounds, I was small, my 34 x 24 x 34 frame was nicely proportioned, I twisted around and thought maybe I had a nice ass, and I did have an athletic build. My long blonde hair was usually in a perky pony tail, although I had asked mom to braid it for me tonight after I was done in the tub. Thinking about her made my mind wander and drift off.
Most of my life, my mom and I had always got along really well but because of the long separation it had taken a while to rebuild our relationship. It was different now, so much better, she really seemed to appreciate me as a woman and not just as her daughter, although she still teased me about being small.
In the more than half year since I had been back at home we joked and talked about anything and everything just like we had before. Only now, I guess because I was twenty, surprisingly we talked about sex at lot and some nights after my dad had gone to bed early, we would sit in the hot tub and talk about guys and some of the things she liked, or l liked, or things we both wanted to try.
I guess that's where I really noticed how our relationship had changed. Normally we would sit and talk, but one night we shared some wine, mom always liked a little wine when she relaxed, but I have never had it much. As a result, a glass of wine for me, because of my small size and lack of experience with alcohol really had a bigger affect on me.
She had been talking about sex and some of the things that she liked and didn't like. She told me about some of the things she had done with my father and before she was married with other guys and some women; I was shocked, but turned on at the same time. The more she talked, the more I connected with her, because we shared so many of the same desires.
Somehow the conversation turned to how small my boobs were, she thought they were perfect, and I said they were too small, not nearly as nice as hers. One glass of wine turned to two and three and before I knew it, my bikini top was gone and my mother was cupping my breasts in her warm hands saying how nice they were.
The wine had made us both braver than normal and it wasn't long before her one-piece bathing suit was around her waist and I was caressing her 36C's and briefly suckling on one of her huge nipples.
A noise from my brother who was coming out to check on us, ended that particular night's fun and resulted in a hurried attempt to cover up, which we did before he saw anything, but the feelings it created and our heavy breathing did whet our appetite for each other and definitely started our relationship moving on a different path.
Mom had a nice body and was barely 40, we exercised and ran together and increasingly I found myself checking her out, not only because she was very attractive, but because I had wished I was as tall as her, at almost 6' she towered over me, Dad was tall too and so was my brother. I used to resent being small but seeing how she liked my body I started to realize that she thought I was sexy, something that I had never really thought before, and that she was attracted to me as a woman.
Mom was always was playing with my hair, sometimes while I was eating or watching TV, she would braid it, I had always liked how it felt, especially now when she would rub my neck and shoulders and sometimes now when no one was around she would make my skin feel electric with her soft touching my chest, the sides of my breasts, and then playing with my boobs, pinching my nipples and softly tugging on them through my clothes.
Since the night in the hot tub, her attention seemed have been getting more and more physical. I think, in the last few week, she had hugged me more than she ever had in my life. Several times when I kissed her good night, she had started kissing me on the lips, and when we were alone the kisses might last for almost a full minute. I knew it wasn't what normal mothers and daughters did, but the more we did it, the more I let her do to me.
As if that night gave her a "green light," she seemed to become bolder, several times she had patting me on my ass, and she had "accidentally" ran her hand between my legs and actually stroked my pussy through my jeans, I couldn't help myself and I moaned as she left her hand between my thighs and we kissed longer than we ever had before. Feeling her pressing her fingers between the folds of my pussy made my knees weak and several whimpers escaped from my mouth. I was finding at night, my fantasies and masturbation sessions where becoming almost exclusively about her.
Daddy, was about fifteen years older than mom, he was a little overweight but still handsome in a "Dad" way, he worked a lot and we weren't as close as I would have liked. My brother was a year older and a "jock," and he always seemed to find new ways to tease me about being short.
Neither of them seemed as interested in me as mom did, but from time to time, I would catch one or other checking me out and I would be lying, especially after months of covid-19, that it didn't make me a little wet too. More and more I had been exploring "taboo" sex on-line mostly about mom, but once in a while about with my dad and even once in a while about with my brother.
One night, right after the hot tub incident, when my father was working late and my brother was out someplace, I had come home early and found my mom's laptop on the table, more out of curiosity than peeking, I looked at the screen. Mom had been looking at mother/daughter porn and my pussy instantly flooded knowing that I must be turning her on as much as she was for me. I almost ran to my bedroom to masturbate with images in mind of the two of us progressing far past where we were now.
Maybe if I had been seeing someone, I wouldn't be thinking about sex with my mother or even my family; but I was currently unattached and with COVID-19, there wasn't much chance of that changing. While away at school, I had dated a few guys and while not as experienced as some of my friends, I wasn't a virgin. I had even slept with my roommate after we had gotten a little silly one night after drinking some red wine and wrestling, one thing had led to another and we ended up having our first girl on girl fun and had tried it a few more times afterwards.
