Chapter 1: Mothers and Daughters

I started water skiing when I was just six years old and over the past fourteen years I don’t think it would be bragging to say I have gotten to be a pretty good slalom skier. My dad traded up for a really nice ski boat last year with a big inboard motor that is a dream to ride in and ski behind. Unfortunately it seems to spend more time on a trailer in a storage building than in the water.

As the years have gone by we’ve gone out less and less as my parents became more involved in their jobs so I am always excited whenever there is an opportunity for a family day out on the lake. For the past week we had all been excited by plans to head out to a nearby state park but then on Friday my dad came home from work with a grim look on his face. He explained that his firm was having problems with one of their cases and that he would have to work the entire weekend.

Rather than letting all our plans go down the tubes, my mom and I decided we would try to make the best of it so she called her sister and asked if she and my cousin wanted to spend the day with us. Needless to say they jumped at the offer.

My cousin Kristen (two years younger than me) was excited and asked if she could bring her latest boyfriend with (or to be more accurate if I knew her, her latest boy “toy”). My mom actually thought it would be a good idea as the boat was hard to handle sometimes, especially when it came to getting it in and out of the water so a strong guy would probably come in handy.

“Mommmmmm!” I whined, “It’s not fair that Kristen gets to have a guy come with and not me.”

My mom laughed and relayed my complaint to my aunt who passed it on to Kristen. A few seconds later my mom motioned for me to get on the phone and when I put it to my ear my cousin was on the other end.

“Now don’t get all hot and bothered girl,” she said quickly, “Mike’s brother should be available and from what I hear he would be just your type.”

For a moment I was tempted to ask Kristen exactly what she considered to be “my type” of a guy but I thought better of it. After all, she probably knew better than me! Kristen went on about how she would call Mike and find out if Sam was available so I handed the phone back to my mom after which she and her sister made plans for the day.

Kristen called back later and said her boyfriend’s older brother was not only available but ready and willing to come. Again I was tempted to ask Kristen exactly what he had been told about me to make him agree so easily but then again, I really didn’t have to ask if I knew my cousin. I hung up when we were finished and told my mom who just shook her head in mock despair.

“Oh great,” she said with a long theatrical sigh, “Now instead of having one guy along to do the work we’ll have two guys who will be thinking more about trying to make out with our daughters than helping out with the boat!”

I just laughed, twirled around and headed up the stairs to my room. It was now time for the first big decision of the day - which bikini to wear. For a girl this is NOT an easy decision to make, trust me! On the one hand we were heading out to a public beach so I knew despite how much fun it would be that I couldn’t wear my “Kelly’s little slut bikini” (as my dad referred to it) since odds were I would either arrested or tossed out of the park for indecent exposure.

Eventually I settled for second best and chose my new yellow thong bikini. It was pure bright yellow with no markings or designs on it. The bottoms were extremely high cut and barely concealed my pussy - one of the reasons I shave! While the rear wasn’t just a few strings like my sluttier bikini, it wasn’t exactly a whole lot more as none of the material was ever more than a couple of inches wide at any point. My bikini top tied behind my back and neck. I liked to keep it loose so that it didn’t take a lot of maneuvering to give anyone I wanted a peek at my boobs.

Checking myself out in the mirror I smiled as Kristen had not seen this one yet so I was excited to see what her reaction to it was.

“Well you go girl!” my mom exclaimed from my bedroom door.

I turned to see her standing there in her own bikini. My mom may not have the same figure she had twenty years ago but she was still pretty outstanding for her age. Most women in their forties that tried wearing a bikini like hers would just look a bit silly, sadly appearing as an older woman trying to recapture her lost youth. Not my Mom! She didn’t have to recapture anything because she still had a better figure than most women did ten years younger than her.

As if to prove that genetics work, my mom’s younger sister, my Aunt Linda, was blessed with similar youthful looks and more than once when I was in bed with them I found myself praying their lucky genes had been passed on to me. Judging from how slowly I had matured in my teens compared to many of my friends, I was betting the odds were good! Hopefully there would be a payback in my later years for the suffering I went through as a young teen who always felt years behind her friends when it came to her development.

I turned around slowly to show off my bikini to my mom since she was the one who had bought it for me although she had not yet seen me wearing it until now. I heard her enter the room and when I turned to face her she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me to her. We gently kissed and I put my arms around her waist, feeling the softness of her as she pressed against me.

“Oh mom,” I whispered huskily, “I love you soooooo much!”

My mother looked at me with that look I rarely saw but the one that never failed to make my heart flutter and my stomach feel like it was filled with butterflies. It was that look she would give me when somehow in her mind I went beyond being just the daughter she doted over and loved and became her lover and confidante.