The day of our vacation had finally arrived. The plane ride to the resort was torturous. After a three-hour delay, Mom and I were finally on our way, yet due to the choppy weather, there was turbulence for the whole flight there.

"Ugh, I can't wait to finally be on land," I complained.

I had hoped to catch some sleep while flying since we had to arrive at the airport before dawn, but the turbulence had me on edge and wide awake.

"It's going to be okay," Mom whispered.

Mom ran her hand up and down my thigh, attempting to calm my nerves. Her soft skin sent shivers throughout my body. While I appreciated her attempts to calm me down, her touch made my heart quicken for a whole other reason. Ever since the day we went shopping, all I could think about was Mom in that micro-bikini, and now having her hand inch ever closer to my crotch was making my mind race with fantasies that no good girl should ever have about their mother.

"Does that feel good, baby girl? Touching you is definitely helping ground me," Mom said.

I didn't know what to do. Mom seemed insistent on keeping her hand embedded on my inner thigh, and while I loved it, I worried she would soon feel the heat emanating from my increasingly swollen pussy.

"It feels amazing," I admitted.

Mom snuggled into me and closed her eyes. Despite the turbulence, Mom drifted to sleep, her hand firmly embedded on my leg. I tried to fall asleep, but every time I closed my eyes, flashes of Mom's tits in that tiny bikini came into view. I felt sick to my stomach. I knew that I shouldn't be turned on picturing Mom. However, my body didn't care about society's rules.

The plane finally arrived, and Mom came to. We grabbed our bags and took a cab to the resort. As we exited the taxi, Mom took my hand, leading me down a long path. The resort was far back from the road, hidden away from prying eyes. The white stone buildings had an otherworldly feel, transporting me far away from the daily worries of home.

"It is pretty amazing," Mom observed.

"You did a great job in finding this place. But boy, is it hot!" I remarked.

My shirt clung to me as sweat dripped down my body. Between traveling and the overwhelming humidity, I looked like a mess, and I couldn't wait to shower.

"There is something very sexy about seeing you so sweaty," Mom teased.

Once again, Mom's words took me by surprise. If I didn't know better, I would think she was flirting with me, but I chalked it up to my desperate need to cum.

"You'll see my glisten plenty when we lay by the beach," I retorted, deciding to play along a bit.

I knew I shouldn't flirt with Mom, yet I felt enthralled in her grip. I was awash with emotion when my attention was pulled toward the hotel clerk. Her thick Spanish accent was hard to decipher, but her intentions were clear. She pointed to a set of documents on a screen that I had to read and sign.

"No photography on the beach. All nudity must be confined to designated areas. Nudity is forbidden in all other areas. All visitors must certify they are over eighteen years old," read the document.

I was aghast. Mom brought me to a nudist resort and didn't tell me. What was she thinking? I wanted to be angry with her. It felt like a huge betrayal; however, after taking a few deep breaths, I realized this was all part of her reawakening. She needed to take ownership of her life. However, I couldn't understand why she didn't tell me.

"Mom, did you read this?" I asked her while trying to not lose my cool.

"Yeah, isn't it exciting? You can just let loose here," Mom beamed.

"You don't think you should have told me about the nudity?" I asked her.

"Have you seen some of the clothes you wear? I didn't think you would notice," Mom teased.

With a deep sigh, I let it go. We had a week here, and the last thing I wanted to do was to start the trip on the wrong note. The bellhop took our luggage to our room as the two of us strolled through the resort grounds. There were several pools in the courtyard. One pool, in particular, had a sign welcoming you to disrobe if you wished. While most of the people there wore their swimsuits, several women sunbathed topless, and a couple of men let their junk hang loose, seemingly without a care in the world.

"Look at them," Mom whispered.

Mom openly gawked at the naked strangers. Her hands trailed the sides of her face and down her neck. I could tell that she was turned on by the open nudity. While she was focused on the hot bodies in front of us, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Mom continued to run her hands over the top of her exposed tits. They heaved up and down as Mom's heartbeat quickened.

I licked my lips and rubbed my legs together, in desperate need of some relief. Between Mom's manipulations on the plane and now seeing her lust after these naked strangers, my pussy was pulsing with desire.

"Let's go to our room," I said.

"Perfect idea! We still have plenty of time before dinner. We should change into our new bikinis and get some sun," Mom exclaimed.

Mom's excitement was contagious. After hours of being stuck on the plane, the idea of laying out did sound fun.

"Okay, let's do this," I rejoined.

We rushed into the room, excited to change into our bikinis. I was shocked to find only one large king-size bed, but I decided to deal with that when we returned from the pool.

Mom was the first to strip out of her clothes. She tugged on the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing her tight body to me. Mom's bra was sexier than I expected. It was pink and lacy, allowing her nipples to poke through. Mom ran her hands over her chest, teasing her hardened nubs, before reaching behind her back and letting her breast free.

I watched with awe as Mom bent over, her thumbs linking into the spandex of her underwear before dragging them down her legs. With one swift motion, she kicked them off onto the floor before rummaging through her bag for her bikini. Mom's ass was up in the air, giving me a perfect view of her smooth pussy lips. While she had a small patch of hair when we were shopping, her pussy was now completely bare. The longer I stared, the more I noticed that her juices coated her labia. I couldn't believe Mom was so wet that I could see it from afar and that she didn't care if I noticed.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to change?" Mom teased.

I opened my bag and pulled out one of the micro-bikinis Mom and I had bought. I ripped off the tags and laid the black suit on the bed. The bikini was barely a pile of strings. I unraveled them, hoping it would make putting the bikini on easier. I nervously pulled my top off, letting cool air bring my nipples to life. I cupped my chest, protecting them from Mom's prying eyes. While she had no problem showing off her figure to me, I still worried about what she would think if she saw how excited my body was.

Slipping the strings around my chest, I tied them together before turning the suit so that the triangles lay on my breast. I adjusted the tiny fabric, making sure it covered my taut nipples, before tightly pulling the strings around my neck and making a knot. Once I was sure my top was secure, I yanked down my shorts and thong.

I could feel my wetness coating my thighs, and I hoped Mom was too distracted from putting on her own bikini to notice. With a quick flick, I brushed my thumb against my engorged clit. I held in my moan, but my body shuddered uncontrollably. All I wanted to do at that moment was to cum, but with Mom standing only feet away from me, I knew I'd have to wait until she was asleep. I tied the sides of my bikini and shimmed it up my legs and between my ass cheeks.

The strings sat high on my waist. I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe how much the bikini bottom elongated the appearance of my short legs.

Finally, Mom stated that she was ready. I spun around and was shocked by what I saw in front of me. Gone was the mother who raised me. Before me was a sex kitten ready to take on the world. Mom had slicked her hair back, letting her chest announce itself to the world. The bikini seemed even more revealing than it did in the store.

The white bikini contrasted perfectly with Mom's already tan skin. I was shocked by her lack of tan lines, making me wonder if she had sunbathed nude when I wasn't home.

"You look amazing. I can't believe I raised such a hottie," Mom gleefully said.

"Look who's talking. You are dripping with sex in that thing. I can't believe how much you're showing off your body," I remarked.

"Do I not look okay?" Mom whispered.

"Mom, you look sexier than any woman I have ever seen. I just can't believe that my mother is that hot. I mean, if you weren't my…" I trailed off.

Mom inched closer to me. The air between us was charged, and I didn't know what to do. I held my breath, hoping she would ignore my slip of the tongue.

"If I weren't your mother, you would what?" Mom asked, not letting me off the hook.

With a deep sigh, I told her, "If you weren't my mother, I would have to have my way with you."

Mom caressed my arm before taking my hand and saying, "Well, we have a long week here; let's not get ahead of ourselves."

I didn't know, say. I stood there frozen, uncertain how to respond. Mom didn't seem to care, she pulled me along, leading me out the door. The whole walk down to the pool, I wondered if Mom meant to imply what I thought she did, but again, I chalked it up to my imagination. Mom was sexually repressed from years of a sexless marriage to Bobby, and I was certain she was just flirting with me as a means of release.

The sun was strong, and I could feel my skin heating up from the second we stepped outside. Mom and I forewent any coverups, deciding to let our freak flags fly. I let Mom's exuberance wash over me, joining her on her naughty adventure.

Once at the pool, Mom asked a lady sitting next to us if we could borrow her tanning oil. Mom sprayed the oil onto her skin, making it shimmer in the powerful Caribbean sun. Mom's eyes caught mine, directing my gaze to her roaming hands. Her fingers danced on the surface of her skin, tantalizingly rubbing the oil over her toned body.

Mom moved her hands lower, creeping them along the edges of her bikini top. The sheer suit didn't hide much, exposing most of her tits. Mom stroked the side of her breasts with her oil-covered fingers, leaving behind a shiny gloss. As she slid her fingers beneath the tiny covering, Mom licked her lips and exhaled an audible groan.

The woman sitting beside us smiled at me, acknowledging Mom openly playing with herself. We both watched on as Mom tweaked her nipples beneath her barely there top. Mom's eyes were closed while her mouth was wide open, drool practically dripping down the side of her lips.

I faked a cough, hoping to bring Mom back to reality and out of whatever fever dream she was lost in. Mom's eyes shot open. She looked at me and smiled before applying more oil to her skin. Mom never said a word. She just glided her greasy hands along her body, covering every inch of her exposed form.

"I better make sure my vulva doesn't burn," she uttered while winking at me.

I didn't know what to say as I watched Mom spray more oil onto her hands and then rub it into her meaty lips. My heart was beating out of my chest, and anyone who walked by could easily see the dark spot that had developed in my bikini bottoms. My pussy was on fire and leaking uncontrollably.

"Done! Let me help you. I don't want you to burn on our first day," Mom said.

I had a hunch there was more to her desire to apply the oil on me than simply preventing a sunburn, but I left it alone.

"Sure, Mom," I acquiesced.

Mom sprayed some oil along my clavicle, letting it drip down my cleavage. The oil was warm from being out in the sun for so long, making it feel soothing as it rolled over my skin. I waited patiently for Mom to begin to rub the spray in, yet she just sat beside me, watching the oil pool between my breasts.

"Mom?" I said, trying to get her attention.

"Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts," Mom said.

"I could tell," I giggled.

It was clear that Mom was leering at my tits, something a week ago I could never have imagined. She brushed her hands along my neck, spreading the oil. Her touch felt phenomenal. After hours of being cramped in the tiny plane seats, I desperately needed a massage, and Mom rubbing the oil into my shoulders was just what my tight muscles called for.

Finally, her hands reached my boobs. My body reacted without thought, puffing my chest up, letting her know it was okay to explore my tits as she wished. She sprayed more oil into her palms before slipping her hands under my top and cupping my breasts. I gasped, shocked by Mom's brazenness, but that didn't stop her from pressing her palms into my hardened nipples and groping my boobs.

I wanted to say something, but words felt meaningless. Mom conveyed everything she wanted to tell me with a look. She wasn't hiding it anymore. All of Mom's flirting and innuendo wasn't something I was projecting onto her. Mom lusted after me, and I welcomed her advances.

Mom worshipped my body, moving her hands lower and lower, all while making sure I was covered in oil. When she eventually reached my legs, I spread them apart, letting her know she was welcome to explore. Mom's touch felt divine. She kneaded my meaty thighs before slithering her fingers down to my calves and feet. My mother momentarily massaged the pads of my feet, something I had never thought of as erotic before, but somehow made my pussy throb more than it already was.

"Don't forget about my vulva. We don't want it to burn," I said, copying Mom's words.

Mom's face lit up. It was obvious that she never expected me to be so open to her advances, but I welcomed them with zeal. I pulled my bikini to the side, letting her see my flowering labia. Mom grazed the sides of my vulva, taking her time to enjoy the forbidden nature of her touch. Then with a quick look around, she swiped her finger between my wet slit. Mom's finger shone with my juices. She brought her finger to her mouth and licked it clean, making sure to not miss a single drop of my wetness. She then patted my vulva a couple of times before moving back to her lounge chair.

"All done," Mom said, with a huge grin plastered on her face.

The two of us sat there, hand in hand, for the next two hours. We baked in the sun, enjoying the warm Caribbean air and festive environment.

Every moment together acted like foreplay between Mom and me. The longer we lay there, the more I wanted to fuck my mother. Yet, despite our obvious desire to consummate this new era of our relationship, neither of us suggested returning to our room. It was as if we both had decided that the longer we pushed this off, the better it would be.

Eventually, the sun set, and the crowd by the pool began to dwindle. It was getting close to dinner time, and while I was enjoying playing this game of cat and mouse, my stomach had other ideas. We had been traveling all morning and spent the afternoon by the pool, and I was famished.

"Want to get ready for dinner? I hear the sushi place here is good," I finally said.

"Sure," Mom replied.

Mom didn't say much, but her simple answer told me everything I needed. Mom wasn't interested in food. She wanted me. While I joined her in her lust, my stomach badly needed something in it.

We both quickly showered and got dressed for dinner. The sushi place was fancy, and I was determined to dress for the occasion. I pulled out a white floor-length halter dress that was sexy yet tasteful. Sitting at the vanity, I applied naturalistic makeup. I wanted to look angelic. With one final touch, I applied gloss to my lips, hoping to bring Mom's attention to my shimmering mouth.

Once ready, I turned around and took in Mom's beauty. There she was on the other side of the room, dressed in a tight black leather mini skirt and a shoulder-less red top. The outfit accented Mom's best attributes; her tits and toned legs. I mustered every ounce of willpower I had. It was the only thing stopping me from throwing her down on the bed and ripping off all of her clothes.

"You ready? I'm starving," Mom said.

I stuck out my hand, inviting her to join me. The two of us strolled through the resort, hand in hand, like old lovers. Passersby would have no idea we were mother and daughter.

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