Moisturize you're body

As I stood in my mom’s closet marveling at myself, I could see the last rays of the sun set, I could see the steamy air, slowly flow out of the bathroom door.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my skin still tingling from the shower, my freshly shaven pussy smooth and bare.

The loosely tied bathrobe I had wrapped around my body slipped open as I reached for the cool, wavy glass bottle of lotion on the make-up counter.

I pushed down gently on the cap, and pumped a few dollops onto my palm, filling the room with scents of vanilla and almonds. I rubbed my hands together, warming the lotion before I began, my fingers gliding over my shoulders, the lotion sinking into my smooth skin. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension in my mother’s muscles began to melt away.

My hands moved down my arms, the lotion leaving a silky trail in its wake. The sensation was almost hypnotic, the way my manicured fingers traced over my new skin, the way the lotion made me feel so soft, so smooth. I could feel my pulse quicken as my hands moved lower, over my ribs, hips, and thighs. My freshly shaven pussy felt so sensitive, so exposed, and I couldn’t help but let my slender fingers brush against it lightly, just a tease, a whisper of touch that sent a shiver up my spine.

I opened my eyes, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. My nipples were hard, and I could feel the warmth building between my legs.

My hands returned to my pussy, this time with more intention, more focus. I spread the lotion over the smooth skin, my fingers sliding over my lips, my clit.

It felt so good, so damn good, and let out a soft moan, I could feel the wetness building, the lotion mixing with my never-ending arousal, making my fingers glide so easily, so perfectly.

I bit my lip, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continued to touch myself, my fingers moving faster, harder. I was so close, so close to the edge, and I could feel my body tightening, my muscles coiling, ready to snap.

I tried to fight off these pleasurable sensations so I can further immerse myself in my mother’s life, but it was no use.

I let out a cry as I came, my body trembling and knees nearly giving out.

I leaned against the Make-up counter, trying to catch my breath, my skin still tingling from the cool air and still sensitive. I could feel the lotion slick against my pussy, against my thighs, and I knew I wasn’t done, not yet. I poured more lotion into my hand, this time focusing on my breasts, my nipples, the soft curves of my ass. I wanted to feel everything, to savor every sensation, every touch.

My hands moved lower again, back to my pussy, my fingers sliding inside me, the lotion making the movements so smooth, so effortless. I could feel myself beginning to build again, the pleasure starting to coil in my belly, and I knew I needed to stop.