Bathtub bonding

For the second time this day, Lisa was entranced by the view of an older woman who did nothing to hide her naked body from her view. Except this time, it was her own mother. She was magnifiscent, and the teenage girl almost got lost in her admiration.

"Lisa, are you okay?" Melinda asked with a gentle smile. "You keep staring at me, are you ever going to clean yourself?"

The redhead girl blushed and broke out of her trance. "I'm sorry, Mom, it just... Is it really effective if each of us take care of herself? Can your body really get clean if I'm not the one putting spreading the soap on your skin and vice versa?"

Her mother frowned. "No, you're right. I guess we've been doing it wrong this whole time."

She smiled and cautiously asked "Would it be wrong if we touched each other's body when we're taking a bath together? Is there any body part we shouldn't enter in contact with?"

The older woman laughed "Don't be ridiculous! You're my daughter, how could there be anything wrong with that?"

Lisa giggled and got closer. To the point that she could feel their pussies pressing against each other. It caused no reaction in her mother. It didn't really bring pleasure, but she found it highly erotical. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't give more attention to your breasts than the rest of your body?"

"No, they really are the part that needs the most cleaning. You will probably have to come back here several time."

Hands covered in soap and a wide smile on her face, the young lesbian girl proceeded to help her mother by kneading her tits with a passion. She was pressing them against each other when she asked "Mom, is it difficult for you to orgasm through breast simulation alone?"

Melinda suddenly blushed and moaned "Nooo! Oh sweetie! Hmmm... You're... right, I... I'm abnormally sensitive when it comes to... Aaaaah! to my chest! Oh god, we shouldn't be doing that!"

"Why not?" Lisa asked innocently. "Is it really wrong, as long as we're doing it just to get you clean? Should I stop?"

"Mmmnnnn... Oh, Lisa... R... Right! Continue! I need to have my breasts clean!" She was already panting heavily, and the punk girl took a malicious pleasure in pressing both of her tits at once with her hands. She howled and all her body tensed.

Lisa, on her part, was getting more and more turned on and drunk on power. "Mommie, are your nipples less sensitive than your clitoris?"

"No, I... Yiiiiiiii!" The younger girl had pinched both of the pink tips at once and was now teasing them. "S... Sweetie, is it really n... necessary?"

She smiled deviously. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N... No! Keep going!" Melinda gasped.

It didn't take long for her to let out a long and powerful scream, as her daughter had brought her to climax just by touching her breasts. The younger girl smiled and leaned forward to hug her mother's chest while pouring water on it to rince it.

"Hmmm... Mom?" She only received a small wimper as a reply. "Did you ever stop breastfeeding me since I was born?"

Melinda blinked. Then she smiled softly and caressed her daughter's hair. "Of course not, sweetie, it's important for your diet. But you know it's only for breakfast."

Lisa grinned, amused by this unexpected setback. "Yes, but..." What's the best phrasing for my next question...? "Would it be wrong if we made an exception just this once? And more importantly... Can you pretend that you would have no regrets if you refused?"

The older woman blushed and bit her lips. "No, you're right..."

With a chuckle, the daughter's lips caught her mom's nipple and she started scukling on it. A sweet and hot liquid instantly flowed in he mouth. Obviously, if her mother could still breastfeed her to this day, it meant she never stopped producing milk. Melinda squeaked under this new simulation, as Lisa savored the delicious nectar.