Moving up a gear

It was getting dark outside when they got out of the bathtub, but it felt like a few minutes for the young lesbian girl who couldn't stop ogling her mother's perfect body.

"Mom, do we really need to get dressed? We're not going out anyway, we could do like Stacy and her mother and stay naked while we're at home."

Melinda chuckled. "You're right, honey, I don't know why I've been **** to this idea so far. We just need to dry ourselves."

It felt so easy. She looked at her mother rubbing herself with a towel and thought about what she wanted to do next. "Do we need to eat? I'm not really hungry..."

"Hmm... I'm not either. I guess we can just watch a movie or something."

No, it wasn't really what the teenage girl had in mind. "Actually, I'd like to do something else..." she said hesitantly. Her mother frowned, waiting for her to continue, but it wouldn't come out. Despite everything she did previously, there was still a red line to cross and she was suddenly lacking courage. She inspired deeply and finally let it all out. "Mom... do you think it would be wrong if we became lovers and had sex with each other?"

Melinda stood here, silently, unmoving, looking at her daughter. Did it stop working? Did she phrase her question the wrong way? Was she going to be mad at her? Would she stop loving her? All those questions raced through Lisa's mind during the never ending second it took for the redhead woman to react.

She smiled.

She slowly walked to her daughter and hugged her.

"Of course it wouldn't be wrong, sweetie. Do you really think I'm such a puritan? Yes, it's against the law, but **** between a mother and daughter is a beautiful thing. But is it really what you want?" she asked with a concerned smile, looking at her in the eyes.

Lisa pressed herself against the older woman's tits and retorted without any doubt in her voice "Yes, that's what I want. Do you think any other woman should take my virginity? Could you pass on this opportunity without hating yourself forever? Have you spend one day without lusting after me in the past few monthes?" As she talked, she could feel her mother's grip become increasingly trembling and feverish.

"Where do you want to do it first?" she finally asked.

Lisa felt her heart pounding in her chest. "Well, do I have my own bed?"

Her mother frowned "Of course not, we always slept together honey."

She giggled. "Then where could we go?"

Melinda rolled her eyes and took her daughter by her hand. "I see what you did there."