Ian had gone out to a Rotary meeting, which meant he wouldn't be back until late, and very much the worse for wear. Zoe, having cleared up after dinner was now soaking in a hot bubble bath with a large glass of Cava – always drink bubbles when in bubbles was her favourite motto. She was smiling gently, thinking about the events of this morning. She could scarcely believe what she had done, her boldness.
She had just had a quickie stand-up fuck with her husband's best friend in the kitchen, with her husband and daughter upstairs!
Warm and relaxed, she began to feel horny again. Her orgasm shortly after Ian and Peter had left had been earth-shattering – she had cried out, then panicked that Debbie may have heard her. Fortunately, when she'd finished she had walked past her daughter's bedroom and glanced through the open door to see Debbie sitting at her computer with headphones on, listening to music.
"Mummy!" Zoe heard her daughter's call and snapped out of her reverie.
"In the bath!" she called back.
There was a few seconds' wait before Debbie walked in.
"Hi, how are you?" Debbie asked.
"Fine. You?" She reached up for her glass of Cava and took a sip.
"Yeah. I guess. That looks nice, can I get in with you?"
"Of course."
Zoe watched as Debbie undressed, admiring her body as she stood facing her to take her watch off.
"God you're beautiful." She said quietly.
Debbie looked at her and blushed.
"Thanks. Well, I guess I get it from you."
She clambered into the bath – Zoe sat up and moved her feet apart to give her room.
"Ow! The taps're cold!" Debbie giggled.
"Turn round and lie back with me."
Debbie turned round and lay back against her mother, who hooked her feet over Debbie's legs. Debbie sighed as she snuggled back against Zoe, her head resting on her right breast.
"Ok?" Debbie asked.
"Lovely." Zoe said quietly, running her hands over Debbie's shoulders and down her arms. She stared down at her daughter's pert breasts, then gently slid her hands over them, cupping and squeezing them lovingly.
"You have such
gorgeous
boobs."
Debbie watched her mother's hands caressing and squeezing her boobs, then closed her eyes, sighed, and relaxed into the delightful feelings.
"That feels nice."
"Mm. I like having mine caressed. Women do it so much better than men. Your father has all the sensitivity of a bull walrus."
Debbie giggled. "Not all men ... I need to talk to you. And how do you know women do it better?"
Zoe paused her caressing to sip from her Cava, handing it to Debbie who took a good swig.
"Well, I hope you're not shocked, and this is not to go any further ..."
"Of course!"
Zoe gently tweaked Debbie's nipples, then resumed her gentle caressing and squeezing. Debbie was feeling decidedly horny by now, and was thoroughly enjoying having her breasts fondled. She was acutely aware of both her own body and that of her mother, feeling her hairless mons pressing into her back. She was resting her hands on her mother's thighs, gently rubbing them.
"Well, when I was at college I had a couple of flings with other girls."
Debbie was intrigued. "And?"
"And I've occasionally had a fling since I married your father."
"Oo-err. Does he know?"
"No. And he's not to." Zoe said firmly.
"Do I know any of these women?"
