Waking up just in time to get ready for dinner

When Lucy woke up, she was cuddled against her mother, feeling her big firm breasts against her back, her arm wrapped around her waist. For a short while, she just lay there and listened to Samanthas breath, deep and slow. Every breath pushed the brest a bit firmer against her. With a blissfull little moan she snuggled firmer against her mother, gently pressing her juicy bubble butt against her mothers lap.

With her eyes closed she reveled in the memories of their past "girl-hours" like her mom sometimes jokingly called them, as well as the fantasies of those to come. There were so many things they would try this vacation! She was so excited about some of them, she didn´t even know what she wanted to try first. Her mother had a very dominant side to her, which she could never indulge in with her father, who was - as her mother had put it - as exciting in bed as reading a phonebook. Which was a perfect fit, really, as Lucy loved beeing commanded what to do, beeing praised as a good girl, being roughly handled and even humiliated. Curious, how one could go from hating getting ones hair pulled to loving it. Finally, she gently freed herself of her mothers embrace and climbed of the bed.

She walked over to the third, the secret suitcase. They hadn´t brought this one with them from home. Instead, Samantha had ordered it from a pretty exlusive website, she had been told about by one of her friends. An exklusive, very expensive, but also very discreet company. They had offered a service, of packaging certain items, selling them and shiping them to a destination of their choosing, under a cover of their choosing. In this case: as a suitcase, in a locker at the airport.

Her mother hadn´t even let her take a peak. But now there was nothing in Lucys way anymore. The suitcase was secured with a numbers-lock, but she knew the code was her birthday. As the suitcase spran open, it revealed on one side almost every single kind of sextoy Lucy had ever seen, and quite a few she hadn´t. On the other side, there were several pieces of lingerine. "Wow. Mom, you really pulled out all the stops" she mumbled and reached for the first piece. The beautiful, black laced thong felt so soft against her skin. She put on the also laced bra, that pushed her titts up and together, making them look bigger and rounder than they were naturally. She notices a pair of stockings, smooth, black, with little bands connecting the stockings to the panties. As she put them on, feeling the comfortable, but still tight fit, she could not help but imagining her mothers hand running over the fabric and her skin under it. Lastly, she grabbed the shoes. They were rather simple. Well fabricated shiny black leather, with 4 inch stilleto-heels, to be secured with a strap around her ankles. The fit perfectly. She walked to the big mirror next to the wardrobe and looked at herself. She had to admit, she looked gorgeous.

"Well well well, what is that? a bad girl who could not wait her turn?"

Startled, Lucy whirled around and saw her mother, now open eyes, flaunting on the bed, mustering her daughter in her sexy dress. "What? don´t act so surprised, you knew I was in the room!"

Lucy chuckled. "jeah, but I though you were asleep."

Her mother swung her legs of the bed and stood up, taller than Lucy, even with the heels. She walked over to her, and Lucy clearly noticed the direct movement, the focused eye, that told her that her mothers dominant side had taken over. An excited little tingle took hold of the 18 year old.

"And so you thought you could deny me my chance of watching you find all this. Take my chance of watching you put it on your sexy little body?" Samantha walked right up to Lucy, before grabbing her chin, her fingers digging into her cheeks. A little "ugh" escaped her daughter. "I think someone needs to learn her manners!"

Samanthas hand slid down to her girls throat and she grabbed firmly. She pushed her with her back to the wall and let her fingers slowly and softly slide over her Lucys flat stomach, up to her firm titts in the bra. "Hmm, don´t you think I wanted to see you put them in there?" As her fingers floated down to her hips, she asked "Didn´t you think, I wanted to see you squeeze your pretty little ass in those panties? She clawed her fingers into the cheeks of her ass. She brought her face close to her daughers. "I think I need to punish you for that!"

"Mhm! Please!" Lucy begged breathlessly. Samantha slapped her left breast, and a little squeal was her reward. "You don´t get to beg. This is no reward! This is punishement!" A second slap, this time harder, making the breast bounce in the bra, and coaxing a loder squeal out of Lucy, growing into a moan as Sam roughly grabbed her daughters titt and started kneading it hard. Lucy wrapped her arms around her mother, leaning against the wall, feeling the hand on her throat squeezing, the pressure of the wall on her back, the fabric on her skin...

Samantha bend forward, brought her mouth verry near to her daughters ear, gently bit her and than whispered: "On your knees!"

Lucy obeyed immidiately. "Close your eyes"

Samantha didn´t even wait for her to obey her command, but turned around and reached into the suitcase.