The blistering LA sun beat down on me as I tried my best to enjoy my run. Yet, with every step, my frustration grew, a reminder of how much I had lost due to the sudden emergence of the coronavirus.
I was twenty-two and had been living the best year of my life. I killed it during indoor track season and was gearing up for NCAA outdoor track in the spring. To celebrate, my friends and I were going to let loose in Cancun, but the sudden emergence of Covid-19 put all that on hold.
Running had become my escape from the constant news alerts about how to stay safe from the virus. But today, all running felt like was a reminder of how much I missed my friends and the life I left behind at school. What was supposed to be two weeks to stop the spread had turned into a month long stay at home with my mother.
As I walked into the house, the blast of cold air gave me goosebumps. My black sports bra was soaked, and beads of sweat dripped down my cleavage. My run was intense, and my body was drenched from head to toe. All I wanted to do at that moment was jump in the pool and cool off.
I rushed to my room, passing by my mother in the process.
“How was your run?” She called out.
“It was hot out there today, but I killed it,” I yelled back to her.
Rummaging through my things, I decided to wear one of the bikinis I had bought for my vacation. Cancun was supposed to be about letting loose, which meant taking some chances when it came to my swimwear.
My sports bra and shorts clung to me like a second skin, making it hard to get off. I wiggled my way out of them, grabbed a simple black string bikini, and carefully tied it to my sweaty body.
The suit was tiny and left little to the imagination. As I made my way to the backyard, I wondered what Mom would think when she saw me. Mom tended to be overprotective, and it had become a point of contention the longer I had been home.
Today, I decided to say fuck it. With so much of the world feeling out of control, I needed to do something that made me feel alive.
I walked over to the edge of the pool and dipped my toe in. The water was colder than I expected. I took a step back, before diving into the water. The cool water rushed along my body, providing me with much needed relief from the heat.
As I surfaced, I saw Mom watching me from the patio. She had a slight smile on her face, something I rarely saw these days.
“Having fun, Kelly?” she asked.
I swam towards the edge and pulled myself up. My wet hair clung to my shoulders, and water droplets beaded on my skin.
“Absolutely, Mom!” I replied, “You should join me. The water’s perfect!”
She chuckled before responding. “Another day.”
Mom’s eyes roamed over my wet frame. My bikini adhered to my soaking wet body, making it even more revealing than before I jumped into the pool.
“That bikini doesn’t hide much, does it,” Mom remarked.
“Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” I responded.
Mom shook her head and decided to leave it alone. I spent the rest of the day by the pool, tanning, listening to music, and reading while Mom worked remotely.
This became Mom and my new routine. I would wake up early, go out for a run, and then come home and lay by the pool. Mom would usually come out around lunchtime to take a break from work and keep me company.
While I enjoyed our new ritual, after a month, I was dying for something to spice up my life. I never expected that spice to come from Mom.
The day was particularly hot, and despite having lounged in the pool for an hour, my body couldn’t cool itself off post-run. I was sweating bullets while lying by the pool in my red bikini and was about to go inside to cool off.
A loud slamming of the backdoor brought my attention to Mom. There she was, sauntering towards me in one of the new bikinis that I had bought for my vacation to Cancun. Despite being home for a couple of months, I had yet to wear that bikini. The swimsuit was practically indecent, and I worried what Mom would say if she saw me in it.
The fact that Mom was wearing it took me completely off guard.
“Mom!” I yelled.
“What, you don’t like it? I can go back in and change,” Mom said, slightly embarrassed.
“No, no. You look great. I just…” I replied before being cut off.
“I just saw you in your bikinis, and I thought it would be fun to try one out. This one still had the tag on, so I thought. Oh, never mind. I’ll go change,” Mom said.
As she turned around to head back to the house, Mom’s whole ass came into view. Despite being twenty-five years older than me, her ass stood just as high and was even tighter than mine. I reached out and grabbed Mom’s hand, preventing her from leaving.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious. I just didn’t expect you to come out in one of my bikinis, especially that one,” I told her while looking her up and down.
My cheeks turned beet red as she saw me take in her body. The black string bikini was minimalist to the max, barely covering her vulva and leaving her whole ass exposed to the sun. Mom’s breasts, while not large, flowed out of the tiny top. I had to admit that Mom looked incredibly sexy. It made me look at her in a way I never had before.
“Did you wonder why that suit still had the price tag on?” I asked.
“I guess I figured you hadn’t gotten around to wearing it,” Mom innocently replied.
“I haven’t worn it yet because I thought you would kill me for wearing it. I don’t know if you noticed, but it doesn’t cover much,” I teased.
“Well, it is the end times! I figured if I can’t show off now, when could I?” Mom laughed.
She was right. With the world going to shit and us not knowing when or if life will go back to normal, we might as well live life to the fullest, even if that means being out of our comfort zone.
“Besides,” Mom continued, “You aren’t exactly the picture of modesty. All month, I’ve had to stare at you in your skimpy swimsuits. That hasn’t exactly been fair, especially when I’m stuck at home without any relief.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did Mom just admit to lusting after me and needing sexual relief? I must be mistaken, I convinced myself.
“Well, you better put on some sunscreen if you don’t want to burn,” I remarked.
“I was actually thinking of taking after you and using some of that tanning oil. The mother and daughter who have crazy tan lines together…,” she trailed off.
I passed Mom the tanning oil and watched as she lathered it onto her thin frame.
My eyes were transfixed as Mom took her time applying the oil. My bikini barely covered her body, leaving most of her skin exposed. Mom rubbed the oil into her figure, making every inch of her glow in the midday sun.
There was something undeniably sexy about Mom wearing that bikini. The longer I stared at her, the more I enjoyed the show she was putting on.
Without thinking, my thighs began to rub together. The moment I noticed, I stopped myself. There was no way I was getting turned on by Mom, I told myself.
Yet, it was undeniable that I enjoyed seeing Mom oiled up and almost naked.
“You’ll have to do my back when I flip over,” Mom announced.
“Um, sure,” I replied.
It was a simple request, one that we had both made a hundred times, yet something felt different this time.
We lay there for an hour, chatting and listening to music. It felt nice to spend time with Mom. While I missed my friends and was frustrated that my life was put on hold, I felt lucky that I had a mother I loved and who loved me.
“Mom, I just wanted to say thanks. I know I can be grumpy sometimes, but I’m glad the pandemic has allowed us to spend more time together,” I stated.
“Thanks, honey. Now that you are home, I’m realizing just how much of a woman you’ve become. My little girl is gone, and in her place is one of the most wonderful, loving, and frankly hottest women I have ever had the pleasure of knowing,” Mom replied.
While Mom was being sweet, my mind focused on her calling me hot. That word repeated over and over again in my head.
Mom reached over and hugged me. Her slick, oil-covered skin pressed into mine, sending a shiver down my spine. It felt good to be touched by another half-naked person, even if it was just Mom.
“Will you do my back now?” Mom asked as she lay back down on her lounger.
As Mom flipped over, she exposed her whole ass to me. I decided to be daring. I splashed oil into my hands and kneaded her meaty butt with my palms.
I expected Mom to protest, but instead, she moaned loudly, spreading her legs as she did so. My eyes darted between her thighs. The small triangle of fabric rode up between her smooth labia, exposing her whole pussy to me.
I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t stop staring at the hole I once emerged from. My mouth began to water, and my heart pounded in my chest.
My hands continued to roam over Mom’s ass, causing a stirring in my crotch. I inched my way down to her thighs, caressing the oil into her muscular flesh. I could feel the heat emanating from Mom’s crotch, making me wonder if my touch was turning her on.
After a few minutes, Mom interrupted me, “I think that’s enough down there. Do my back now.”
A hot red flash of embarrassment shot through me as I feared Mom thought I was creeping on her. The problem is, she would be right.
I drizzled oil onto Mom’s back and quickly spread it over her. While I didn’t want to miss any spots, I worried about taking my time and making Mom question my motives for touching her.
“All done,” I squeaked before moving back to my chair.
“Thanks!” Mom said.
“I’m getting a tad too hot. I’m going to go shower and watch some TV,” I said while grabbing my stuff and quickly walking back to the house.
After that day, Mom joining me by the pool became a regular occurrence. Around lunchtime, Mom would come down in one of my new bikinis and join me for an hour.
With every passing day, I found myself looking forward to her appearance. Her bikini-clad body was something to behold, especially for a woman her age.
“Mom, you are seriously hot! Why don’t you show off your body more?” I asked her one day.
“I was taught that a woman’s body is something to cherish and not ‘give away .’ I guess that just stuck with me all these years,” Mom admitted.
“Do you still feel that way?” I wondered.
“Before the pandemic, yeah. But now, with everything that’s happened, it hardly seems to matter anymore. There’s no one around to see me anyway. Plus…” Mom paused.
“Plus, what?” I pushed her.
“See you in your bikinis, wearing your bikinis, has made me rethink the female body. I’ll be honest: I have never felt freer than when I wore that teeny-tiny bikini you have. I was terrified to put it on, but once I did, I felt powerful and alive,” Mom gushed.
“Hearing you say that makes me happy, Mom. This has been a crazy few months. I’m glad at least something good came out of it,” I said.
“Spending time with you had made even the hardest days worth it. I’m just sorry you missed your trip and track season,” Mom told me.
“If it wasn’t for my missed trip, I would never have gotten the chance to see prance around in my skimpy bikinis,” I teased.
“Prance around!” Mom laughed.
Mom jumped on top of me, her bare skin rubbing against mine as she tickled me. The two of us wrestled around, laughing hysterically for a few minutes. The joy in Mom’s voice was a gentle reminder of happier times.
It was a tender moment. Yet, as Mom got off me, I noticed my pussy tingled, and there was a large wet spot in my bikini bottoms. Rubbing against Mom turned me on, and I couldn’t deny it.
I quickly dashed into the pool to hide the wet spot.
“I guess wrestling around with your old Mom got you all hot, huh?” Mom teased.
“You have no idea,” I replied.
I wondered if Mom picked up on my double entendre, but she said nothing.
A few minutes later, Mom went back to work, and I went on with my day.
We continued like this for the rest of the week. Then, one night before bed, Mom popped into my room.
“Would it be okay if I joined you on your run tomorrow morning?” She asked.
I was shocked by the request but was eager to have the company.
“Of course! Why the sudden desire to run?” I wondered.
“You always look so happy when you get back. It’s been great having you home, but the pandemic has been getting to me, and I thought I should try to do something to help me get out of my funk,” Mom admitted, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Mom, are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks before replying.
“I’ll be fine. It’s just been a rough day,” she told me.
I hugged Mom tightly, making sure she knew I was there for her. Mom pulled me into her. Our breasts pushed together, making my nipples grow taut. With neither of us wearing a bra, I was certain Mom could feel my nipples poking into her.
As Mom pulled away, I looked at her and noticed her nipples poking through her thin shirt. I did my best not to gawk, but my mouth watered slightly, looking at her.
Guilt washed over me as Mom left the room. Mom came to me in a moment of vulnerability, and here, I couldn’t keep my mind out of the gutter. I sighed deeply and questioned what was wrong with me.
Getting back into bed, I pulled my covers over me and hoped I could forget about my momentary lapse in judgment and start fresh tomorrow.
Yet, as I lay there, sleep never came. Mom and I planned on waking up at six to beat the heat, and I knew that if I didn’t fall asleep soon, that would never happen.
Masturbating often helped me fall asleep, but for some reason, I was hesitant to pull that trigger. I tossed and turned for another hour, doing my best to relax, but nothing helped. My mind was pacing, and I felt my frustration growing.
“Fuck it,” I muttered.
I reached for the hem of my shirt and ripped it off, exposing my tits to the cool air. Next, I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and kicked them to the floor. I lay there, still, letting the chill cover my naked figure. I loved the sensation of my hands warming up my body as I started to pleasure myself.
My fingers swirled around my aching nipples, teasing and yanking at them. I always started masturbating by playing with my nipples. They were the gateway drug for me.
My nipples were super sensitive. It was something that made running more interesting. Every time my nipples rubbed against my sports bra, it would send a shock of excitement down to my nether region, something that was both fun and, at times, frustrating.
Now, I embraced the joy playing with my nipples was providing me. I licked my fingers, moistening them before bringing them back to my tits. Cupping my tits, I grazed my nipples with my wet fingers and pulled at them hard.
“God,” I moaned as I twisted them.
I trailed one hand down my torso and over my smooth labia. Not surprisingly, my lips were coated with my juices. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, getting them ready to play with my clit. The moment my fingers touched my button, a shot of electricity coursed through my slim body.
Images of past lovers flooded my mind as I began stroking my clit. My body was in heaven. While I was far from a slut, my cadre of lovers provided me the content I needed. Thoughts of fucking and sucking made my body feel warm. I pictured riding my last lover, whom I met at a track tournament right before the world shutdown. His cock was thick and stretched me in a way no other man ever had.
I slid three fingers into my wanton hole, trying to simulate the sensation.
“More. Harder,” I begged, trying to replicate my pleasure that night.
A sheen of sweat formed over my body the harder I fucked myself. I was close to cumming and couldn’t wait to feel my orgasm overcome me.
Without warning, images of Mom in my tiny bikini flooded my mind. I did my best to push the thoughts away and focus on Johnny’s dick, but nothing worked. Mom’s glistening,…