Chapter 3

After dinner, Kate and I returned to our room. Unlike the previous day, when me stripping was a strange event, by now we had seen each other nude for a good part of the day and had side-by-side multiple orgasms under the hands of other women. There was no need for modesty any longer. And there was no need for sleepwear.

We got into bed nude.

In bed I wondered whether I should approach Kate about having sex together. Clearly Kate had no objections to being brought to orgasm by a masseuse. Having full-on lesbian sex with your own mother might be beyond Kate’s limits. How would it effect our relationship if I asked and she rejected me. How would it effect our relationship if I asked and she accepted and we became lovers, if only for the weekend?

I was over-thinking these issues (typical of me) when Kate leaned over and kissed my on the mouth. It wasn’t a daughter’s kiss. I kissed her back and as we kissed, Kate’s tongue entered my mouth and her hand reached over to fondle my breast. Well, all thinking stopped that point.

We lay face to face, kissing and caressing. I slowly began kissing her breasts and nipples and moved down her beautiful body. I hesitated a few seconds before putting my mouth on her clit, and in those seconds Kate reached for my head and pulled me towards her. She wanted me and I wanted her.

I brought Kate off with my mouth, my hands reaching up to pull on her nipples as I did. I then came back to her face and kissed her, giving her a taste of her own juices. When Kate began to reciprocate with the same kisses going down my body I lay back, closed my eyes and accepted her mouth on my clit.

With that, my daughter gave me the most intense, most satisfying orgasm of my life. We remained locked together, learning which moves worked the best and how to make love to each other. Kate enjoyed the simple act of having my leg between hers while she rubbed her clit up and down on my thigh. At the same time, I was reaching between my open legs and jilling while Kate suckled on my breast. After a number of orgasms, we slept arm in arm.

Sunday might have been a lovely day for the beach – but we never left the room. Breakfast in bed, lunch on the patio and then back to bed and after dinner an early return to bed again. I lost count of the orgasms or the various ways I found to bring Kate off. Teen girls are so flexible!

We held hands on the car ride back to the airport on the island, and again on the cab ride from the US airport back to our home. The weekend was over.

Now the big question would be how would we handle our relationship going forward. Would we return to Mom-Daughter or would we be lovers.

I knew the answer had to be a return to our normal lives. Kate needed to date and be out in the world, not tied to her mother’s bed. It was best for her, and best for me if we had a re-set back to where we were before the vacation. Well, not entirely back to where we were because you can’t un-ring that bell. We knew each other better, felt more love for each other, and felt closer than before and that remained.

Epilogue

Shortly after our return, I was offered a blind date with Steve, a lawyer from another law firm. I accepted it, and within a year I was married again to a new love and starting a new life together. Kate left for college just before the wedding. I had an empty nest, but my life was filled with new adventures in a new, solid marriage. And Kate too was off to a new world of college, boys, lesbian lovers, and life. She is now a lawyer herself, still single and making her way in life. I have no regrets about my island vacation with Kate. My husband never knew, and will never know, about what happened on St. Lucia. But Kate and I remember. Our closeness hasn’t faded since then.

Now, a decade later, the memories of our St. Lucia weekend are still fresh. They are renewed by each time I jill and remember Kate’s first massage, holding her hand as she hit her first orgasm.