The afternoon was balmy and delightful as fifteen-year-old Jenna strolled home from the bus stop. School was out for the summer, and all was right with the world. The flowery dress she wore fluttered in the light breeze as she hopped up the steps.
She unlocked the door and entered. "Mom?"
"In here, honey," came her mother's voice.
Jenna wandered through the house toward the kitchen, where her mother was at the stove cooking.
Angelique glanced up at her daughter. "Set the table, will you? Dinner's almost done."
Jenna grabbed a couple of plates and some utensils, quickly arranging them on the table top. Her mother had made grilled chicken with a rice pilaf and roasted asparagus -- all Jenna's favorites. The two sat down and tucked in, piling their plates with food.
"How was school?" Angelique inquired, breaking off a piece of brown bread from a large round loaf.
Jenna shrugged. "Mostly good. Seems like I spent the whole day signing yearbooks." Then she scowled. "Gym class really sucked, though ... old Pork Chop Hartley made us run laps. A 'going away gift', she called it. I'm still all achy. God, what a bitch."
Angelique tried to give her daughter a stern look, but they both began to giggle. She shook her head. "You are incorrigible, young lady." Placing her napkin on the table, the thirtyish blonde settled back in her chair with a contented sigh. "So ... why do you call her 'Pork Chop', anyhow?"
Jenna grinned. "One day, Becky Ratledge said that Miss Hartley was so ugly that, that when she was a baby, her parents had to tie pork chops around her neck to get the d-dog to play with her!" She gave a snort of laughter.
"God, that's awful..." smiled Angelique, " ... but pretty funny, I have to admit." She stood, and began to clear the table.
"Wanna watch a movie, Mom?" Jenna asked as she rose to put her plate in the sink.
"Sounds good," Angelique agreed, "but first, I thought we might do something we haven't done for awhile -- relax in the sauna. I even warmed it up for us. And since you're all achy anyhow..."
"Mmmm, that's an awesome idea," Jenna replied, grinning eagerly. "Whoo-hoo! What a great way to start summer vacation!"
"Fine. Let's leave the dishes to soak and go change into our suits. Meet you out back." Jenna's mother said.
"Okay, Mom!" Jenna sang as she raced upstairs.
In her bedroom she rummaged through the closet until she found her bathing suit, a dark blue one-piece that matched her eyes. She stripped out of the clothes she was wearing and shimmied into the suit -- then grimaced.
"Hell's bells ... I've really grown out of this," she muttered, frowning as she studied herself in the mirror. While not quite too tight to wear, the top part was like a taut band across her budding breasts, and the crotch pressed snugly between her thighs.
Oh, well, it's the best I've got, Jenna shrugged as she grabbed a towel. Maybe we could go shopping for a new one tomorrow, she thought excitedly on her way downstairs. There had been some really sexy bikinis at the mall the last time she'd been there. Maybe she could talk her mother into letting her get a thong!
Arriving at the sauna, Jenna stepped inside, taking a moment to adjust to the temperature before she sat down on the bench nearest the door. She lay back against the wall, closed her eyes, and sighed, allowing the heat to soothe her tired muscles.
She'd been there for about five minutes when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes to see her mother enter, wearing a two piece string bikini and holding a towel. Jenna marveled at how good her Mom looked in the skimpy suit. I hope I'm as hot as she is when I'm her age, she thought.
"C'mon in, Mom. It feels great," sighed Jenna, her eyes drifting shut again. "Jeez, I'd forgotten how nice this is. We ought to come down here more often."
Angelique sat down next to her daughter, lay down down her towel and leaned back in the corner. "Mmmmm ... yes," she sighed.
They sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the heat ... occasionally throwing water on the rocks to build up the steam.
Angelique glanced at her daughter. It was then that she noticed Jenna's swimsuit and frowned slightly. "Isn't that suit getting a little small for you?" she asked.
"It's all I've got," Jenna said with a shrug, wondering if the time was right to ask about that cute bikini.
"Well, then ... why not just take it off?" Angelique said with a wry smile.
Jenna's eyes widened in surprise. She sat up and looked at her mother. "You mean ... go naked?" she asked.
"Oh, sure," Angelique sighed, "I love doing that. The way the heat kisses every part of your body ... it feels luscious."
"Being naked in front of you seems ... I dunno, kinda weird, Mom," Jenna muttered.
Angelique clucked her tongue. "So modest. Tell you what -- I'll lose my swimsuit too, so we're both naked. How's that?"
Jenna blushed, considered, then nodded. "I guess."
Nervously chewing on her lower lip, Jenna carefully peeled off her green swimsuit, stepping out of it as Angelique untied her bikini.
Now nude, Jenna took her seat on the bench and leaned back. She parted her legs slightly to let the heat caress her all over. Her mother was right -- it did feel luscious. "Mmmmm," she purred.
Angelique smiled at her daughter, "See, I told you. Nice, isn't it?"
"Mmmm, it is. Wow, I can't believe I never thought of trying this," Jenna replied, letting the heat soak into her bare body. "Let's always sauna like this from now on, Mom."
"Okay," laughed Angelique. "I think I can live with that."
Mother and daughter sat quietly for a while, enjoying the heat.
Jenna glanced over at her mother, studying her nude body. Before her eyes closed again, she noticed something that surprised her.
"Mom ... do you shave yourself, um, down there?" Jenna asked.
"Yes, I do, honey. I love having a bare pussy," Angelique murmured.
Jenna blushed. "That's kinda weird. I thought having hair down there was a sign of growing up. I remember how proud when I finally got some." She glanced at the light patch of down that adorned her vulva.
Angelique smiled at her daughter. "Well, you'll probably start shaving in a few years."
"Maybe I will ... but for now, I'm quite happy with my, um, peach fuzz!" Jenna replied with a giggle.
"Peach fuzz, hmm?" Angelique cooed.
"That's all I've got, really -- see?" said Jenna, daringly parting her legs to give her mother a good look.
"Mmm, I see ... does that mean that underneath you have a ripe, juicy peach?" Angelique asked playfully.
"Mom, you're so dirty!" gasped Jenna, as her hand dropped to cup her mound.
"You don't have to cover yourself, honey," Angelique murmured. "I think you have a beautiful pussy."
"You don't think I have too much hair for boys to like, Mom?" Jenna asked, moving her hand away to reveal her sparsely covered slit.
"Not at all, dear. If you keep it neat and trimmed, boys will fall over themselves to lick you there," Angelique said.
Jenna sat there, blissfully content ... enjoying the heat, the conversation, and especially the feelings that were coursing through her body. Then a question occurred to her, she looked over at her mother again. "Uh, Mom ... what's that like?" she hesitantly asked. "Having a guy, you know, lick you?"
"Mmmmm..." Angelique cooed, "it's one of the nicest feelings in the world. Imagine it, honey ... a wet, hot tongue touching you down there. Caressing the outer lips of your pussy, or sliding deep inside. It's the best part of sex for me." She absently allowed a hand to drift between her thighs and began to masturbate, gently exploring the folds of her cunt with two fingers.
Seeing her mother pleasure herself so openly, Jenna stared in disbelief at first. Then she closed her eyes and leaned back, thinking if Mom can do it ... well, so can I. She let her hand wander back to her pussy. Mmmmm, yes. Pussy. Just thinking the word feels good, Jenna mused, cupping her moist vulva. "Have you ... had it done to you very many times, Mom?" she asked.
"Yes, love," her mother replied, teasing herself with a fingertip. "Tell you a little secret. I've had men who knew how to eat my pussy pretty well ... but no one, I mean no one, knows how to use their mouth on you like another woman."
"Mom!" Jenna gasped in shock. "Y-you've had sex with a woman?"
"Oh, yes, sweetheart. More than once," Angelique replied with a mysterious smile.
"Wow," the young girl mumbled in a daze. She looked up again at her mother. "Does that mean that you're..."
"No, no, Jenna," Angelique said softly. "I'm not gay ... I do prefer to make love to women, though, since me and your dad split." She cupped a breast with her free hand. "Men are fun and all, but the female body is so soft -- so sweet. And women are far more skilled at pleasing one another." She sighed. "I haven't been with another woman in awhile. Have to admit, I've missed it."
"Mmm. You make it sound so good," Jenna said, as her fingers continued to dance between her legs.
"Oh, it is," her mother replied, letting her thumb massage her clit as one of her fingers probed deep inside the vagina. "You'll have to try it with a girl sometime, honey. I'm sure you'll love it. Ooooooh..."
"Oh, Mom. I'm getting hot just thinking about it. Ohhh..." Jenna's breathing was becoming more erratic as her fingers moved faster, the other hand providing needed support as she started to lose herself in the moment.
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