Jenna's Vacation-3

by Karen Cypher

Kate walked into the room after a short stay on the beach. She had tried to sort her wind-milling thoughts by relaxing in the sun, but they were too scattered and her heart just wasn’t in it. She was relieved to see her mom back in the room. Kate was also relieved that her mother was asleep; she didn’t think she could have a normal conversation with her mom and pretend she hadn’t known what just happened! She wondered at her mother’s nakedness, but figured it was all just part of her wild morning. Kate got a blanket out of the closet and covered her mother, then quietly left and turned the television on low, aimlessly flipping through channels. Sighing, she gave up, turned the TV off, and headed toward the shower.

Her mother surprised her, Kate admitted to herself, standing under the big overhead nozzle’s spray. She thought of her mom in lots of ways, in many situations; but sexual was just not one of them. Kate also knew that she couldn’t possible pretend to know her mother’s desires, but she sure as hell didn’t think they went this far! First going topless…even though she didn’t have luggage, her mom could have easily sent Kate to buy something…then giving that man Derik a blowjob; much less giving him one in a public place! Had her mom hoped Kate would go away to leave the two of them? And then there was this afternoon… Kate was still in awe of what she witnessed, even before she had to run away. It was obvious that her mom enjoyed being naked, or at least talked into being naked, she amended.

Finished showering and shaving, Kate stepped in front of the large mirror and wiped the condensation away. She tried to imagine what she would look like at her mother’s age; cupping her boobs and pretending they were full and larger, holding her arms out from her sides, twisting this way and that as she tried to see her butt in the mirror, looking at her hips and trying to picture them bigger, filled-out. No, it was impossible, just too alien for Kate to think of herself as older. All she was really doing was picturing her mother’s looks. Even then, she hoped she looked as good as her mom when she got older.

Kate squirted a dollop of lotion into her palm and started applying it to her legs, lifting one leg on the counter to make the task easier. More important than anything else, Kate wondered why her mom let another person…another woman…feel her up like that! When did Mom start liking girls? Had she always liked girls? She thought she would die when her mom bit off the buttons of that woman’s shirt; that was sooo hot! And then when the other woman stood behind Mom and played with her tits! Kate started rubbing lotion into torso, hands sliding up to her own breasts as she replayed the images. She closed her eyes as she pictured the other woman’s hands sliding down her mom’s belly and into her pants. Kate spent a few moments remembering all she had seen; all she imagined had happened after she left.

Kate came back to herself with a start; “Oh no…you are not going there right now, girl!” she said to herself with false conviction as she finished in the bathroom. The sex by itself wasn’t a problem, even though she had no idea how her mom put herself in a situation to be so erotic, but it was Kate’s own thoughts of herself that had her disturbed. Why couldn’t she let this go? Why was she so intrigued, so interested? Why was she liking…no, getting hot…over her mom’s actions?

“Oh, brother” Kate said aloud, walking into the bedroom to get something to slip on. Her mom was still asleep, but Kate saw she had turned over to lie on her back. Quietly fishing through her clothes, Kate grabbed the first thing that looked appealing and padded naked into the living area.

Something was gnawing at Kate. She got a drink from the kitchenette, then zipped into a light blue sundress as she sat, legs extended and crossed, in the cushioned armchair by the sliding door, nursing a shimmering glass of ice water. The cool, clear liquid was soothing as it coursed down her throat, but it did nothing to ease her troubled musings. Drowsy from the sun and the shower, Kate got comfortable. She was still lost in the strange events of the day. Was she some kind of peeping tom? What was that word…a voyeur? As her eyes drifted closed, she could not get the images out of her mind. The way the woman looked at her mom, the way her mom responded. The words the woman spoke before sliding her hands down her mother’s pants, the look of desire on her mom’s face…Kate felt herself slip into restless slumber...

…As she slowly brought the glass to her lips again, Kate glanced up to see her mother emerging from the bedroom wearing only a white silk robe. Open. The vision served as an abrupt, immediate centering of Kate’s wandering thoughts. Her mother walked toward her, slowly, temptingly. The soft glow of the sunlight bathed her body in a velvety smoothness. She was golden, moving as softly and effortlessly as a shadow. Her full blonde tresses framed her face, hiding one side until she brushed the unruly tendrils away. Mom, no… Jenna, Kate thought of her in this state, smiled seductively at something in the distance behind Kate, desire glinting in the deep paleness of her eyes as she traced with one finger an invisible trail from the valley between her breasts down to her navel.

The movement took Kate’s attention from Jenna’s silky legs and flat, soft torso to her breasts. Perfect mounds, lovely and full; pink areolas centered with darker pink nipples. Jenna smiled radiantly and continued to glide forward, lifting her arm and heading toward the ocean.

Jenna lowered her robe and was gloriously naked. Kate watched as the ocean breeze brushed loose strands of silky hair across her face. Kate couldn’t move; couldn’t think. All the sexual longing she had been trying to subdue came rushing to the surface. She saw something in the pale greenness, the pools that were her mother’s eyes, that frightened her, excited her, made her respond in ways she couldn’t describe. Kate let go of the glass, her own arm reaching out…

…Kate let out a yelp of surprise as she jumped from the chair. Her glass crashed to the tiled floor, bouncing once before landing on its side and breaking to pieces; splashing water everywhere. Numbly, with the tendrils of her dream fading, she stooped to pick up the fragments. “Just what the HELL was that about?” she asked herself silently.

“Katie!” Kate heard her mother cry.

Kate turned her head; saw her mother coming into the living area from the bedroom. She was throwing the hotel bathrobe over herself. It was white. It was open. Her mom had her arm outstretched as she raced to Kate’s side. The blood drained from Kate’s face as the ghostly image from her dream superimposed itself over her mother’s form; double vision that her mind couldn’t process. She knelt there, fingers trembling as she held the broken shards of glass.

“Jenna,” Kate mouthed silently.

Jenna rushed to her daughter. She didn’t know what had happened, but it looked like she had seen a ghost; Kate was white as a sheet! “Are you alright?” Jenna queried. “Are you hurt?” There was broken glass on the floor and in Kate’s hand, but Jenna could see no blood; could not see if her daughter was cut anywhere. Mindful of the broken glass on her bare feet, Jenna took her daughters face in her hands. “Sweetie, are you okay?”

With a shudder, Kate came back to herself. “I’m fine, Mom” she said. “I dozed off and the glass slipped out of my hand.” She continued. “It just scared me, is all. Sorry I woke you” Kate finished a little breathlessly.

Jenna took Kate’s hand, urging her to drop the glass as she ushered Kate back into the chair. “It’s okay, baby,” she laughed with relief, giving her daughter a more thorough inspection. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jenna stood then, still mindful of the broken glass; walking gingerly to the cupboard under the sink to retrieve a dustpan with a broom and a roll of paper towels. As she walked back, Jenna noticed Kate staring at her oddly; intently even. It was intense enough that Jenna found herself embarrassed. She felt…oddly thrilled.

“Katie…” Jenna admonished her daughter, quickly closing the robe about her naked body and holding it loosely with one hand.

“I…uh…shit.” Kate muttered, blushing as furiously now as she had been pale before. “Sorry Mom.” What had gotten into her, Jenna wondered?

Kate watched silently as her mother cleaned up the mess, scooping the last of the broken glass into the dustpan. Her mom walked wordlessly over to the dustbin and deposited the glass. She walked back to Kate; the same radiant smile from her dreams adorned her mother’s face as she tore sheets from the paper towel roll to swipe up the spilled liquid. “How bizarre was this?” Kate asked herself.

“Mom,” Kate asked hesitantly. “Can we go do something together? Just the two of us, I mean?” Kate continued. “We have been here two days, and we’ve hardly spent any time together; at the beach or pool or shopping, I mean” Kate finished.

Jenna looked into her daughter’s earnest eyes; was lost in them for a moment. “Sure, Kate,” she replied. “Just let me finish here and get cleaned up, and then we’ll go out.”

Chore finished, Jenna stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower. She hated falling asleep without rinsing the salt water from her hair and skin; it made her scalp itchy and her skin dry. Despite her intentions of a quick shower, Jenna stood under the spray for a long time, contemplating her actions earlier in the day. For the life of her, Jenna couldn’t figure out why she had acted so…brazen. She snorted as she thought of other words to describe her behavior, but brazen was the least offensive. What had come over her? She didn’t worry about ever seeing Derik or Kayla again, or what their opinion of her might be, but still; masturbating for another woman was not on her ‘things do this vacation list’ either, nor did it make it right.

She stood in front of the mirror, wiping as Kate had earlier to clear a spot from condensation. “On the other hand…” Jenna said aloud, remembering her excitement of the moment. She could never remember being so aroused as she was in the gazebo. How she had responded to Kayla’s attention, how she had reciprocated, enjoyed, even wanted to do the things she had. Jenna rubbed her arms as a shiver ran through her.

“Mom,” Kate called from the other side of the door, breaking Jenna’s reverie. “Are you almost done? I have to pee.”

“Come on in.” Jenna called, adjusting the towel around her and stepping to the door.

“I thought you were going to be quick,” Kate admonished her mother as Jenna stepped out to give her daughter some privacy.

“I won’t be much longer Kate, I promise.” Jenna said over her shoulder, trying to mollify her daughter. She went to kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, walking slowly to the bathroom again.

Finished, Kate opened the bathroom door all the way and stepped to the sink as her mother came back in. “I thought we could go shopping,” Kate said to her mother’s reflection. “Maybe get something new to wear for our last full day at the beach tomorrow” she continued hopefully.

“Sure thing, Kate” Jenna replied. “I’d like to get something to eat first though, I haven’t put my lips around a single thing since brunch with Derik and Kayla” Jenna finished absently.

It was the utter lack of movement that first caught Jenna’s attention; Kate stood frozen as water splashed unnoticed over her hands. Jenna was looking at her daughter’s reflection in the mirror as alarm oozed its way into Jenna’s mind. “Kate?” Jenna said as her daughter continued to stare at her open-mouthed with eyes wide.

“Uh…sorry Mom” Kate stuttered. “Yeah, that would be fine. I’m a little hungry too” she finished, wiping her hands on the towel and dashing from the bathroom.

“What the hell was that about?” Jenna asked herself aloud. She hurried to finish; toweling her hair vigorously before combing it back. As she put lotion onto her dry skin, Jenna noticed that she was decidedly sore from Kayla’s ministrations. Jenna turned and looked at herself in the mirror, spreading her cheek with one hand. Her bottom-hole was red and chaffed as a result of Kayla rubbing Jenna through her pants, and her sex was tender as well, though Jenna didn’t know if that was from Kayla’s efforts or her own. She dabbed a little lotion on the sore spot of her ass, hoping that would help. Jenna then grabbed the scissors and trimmed her mound a little closer than normal, but it hadn’t grown much in the two days since she had last groomed. Still, if she was going to buy new swimwear…she grabbed a razor and moved her bikini line a fraction closer.

Jenna came into the bedroom to find her daughter sorting through shoes with a frustrated expression on her face. “Here it comes,” Jenna thought silently. “Any second now she is going to tell me she has nothing…”

“Can I get some new sandals Mom?” Kate said, right on cue. “Maybe something that would go with a couple different outfits?”

“Sure” Jenna replied, chuckling. “Just remember, the more shoes you buy, the less money we have for other things, including souvenirs.”

Beaming, Kate bounced to her feet, giving her mother a hug. “I missed you today, Mom.” she said. “The first half of our vacation has been a little crazy, but at least we’ll be able to do stuff together from here on out.”

“You bet, sweetie” Jenna responded, giving her daughter a quick peck on the cheek as they separated. “Just give me a sec to get dressed and we can be on our way.”

Jenna quickly rifled through her clothes in the closet, finally settling on a floral-print sundress, much the same cut as her daughters. She removed her towel and tossed it on the floor, placing the dress on the bed before stepping to her underwear drawer. No bra, of course, but she sorted through her available panties and selected a moderately conservative pair of pale pink ones to match the flowers.

Kate made a wolf-whistle.

Turning, Jenna caught site of her daughter sitting on the bed and looking at her.

“Wow Mom,” Kate said. “You certainly seemed to have lost your modesty” Kate finished, looking Jenna up and down with an exaggerated motion and fanning her face as if she was burning up.

Kate stood, and Jenna found herself looking at her daughter’s back as she left the room. “Get your sexy self dressed so we can get out of here.” Kate threw over her shoulder.

Jenna stood mute, heart thudding in her chest. She knew Kate had been sitting right there, but she didn’t even think twice about disrobing in front of her. “I really have lost my modesty” Jenna murmured; getting dressed. “Sexy?”

Kate found herself speechless too, despite her bravado. She had seen her mom naked lots of times, but never so much in one day! She wasn’t shocked, really; the sight of her mother and that other woman… Kayla…late this morning had broken down those barriers, but she wondered if her mom really liked getting naked in front of others. Kate fidgeted idly as she waited for her mother to finish.

“All set” Jenna announced. “Let’s go have some fun!”

The two ladies strolled arm-in-arm down the two dozen or so storefronts of the resort’s main shopping area, pointing out places of interest. They grabbed a quick bite of food from a nearby restaurant, but ‘quick’ is not normally associated with island time. Jenna was in such a good mood, that she didn’t even mind Kate having a glass of wine with her meal; Jenna had two for herself.

They entered one of the stores that they both liked; a clothier that catered to beach wear. As Jenna sifted through the maze of isles featuring bikini-clad mannequin torsos, one in particular caught her eye. It was a simple yet elegant style, but the bottoms had ties to them that would ride higher on Jenna’s hops than she preferred. Still, might be worth a try.

“That’s a beautiful suit” said a sales-rep as she walked up behind her, making Jenna start with surprise. “I could show you similar styles, if you like.”

Jenna turned and found herself looking at a young woman dressed in the store’s livery. “Yes, please” Jenna responded. “Do you have this in another color?” Neon-purple had never been high on Jenna’s color choices, even in the early 90’s. “White, perhaps?”

With an appraising eye, the girl scanned Jenna for size, then smiled brightly and said she would be back with color choices if white wasn’t available. Jenna continued browsing and selected three suits to try on, including a standard one-piece with a smallish bottom panel and open back, and another one-piece with a plunging neckline held together by three spaced chains.

Jenna headed to the fitting rooms and found Kate already there, waiting for an open booth. The store wasn’t all that large, so there were only two. Her daughter had a modest selection also, and Jenna cast a cursory glance over the items to see what she had picked out. A booth opened, and Kate grabbed her mother’s arm; dragging her in with her. “Come on, Mom,” Kate said. “You’ll be waiting here forever.” It wasn’t exactly a small dressing area, but it was a little crowded with the two of them in there. Regardless, Jenna didn’t protest as Kate slid the curtain shut behind her. “You first, Mom, let’s see what you got.” Kate said.

Jenna held one of her suits, the one with the plunging neckline, up to herself; deciding to try it on. Her daughter sat on the little stool provided in the booth, nodding to herself as she silently approved Jenna’s choice. Jenna kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her dress, handing it over for Kate to hold. As she readied the suit, Jenna noticed Kate’s attention on her; looking at her reflection as Jenna faced the mirror. Feeling playfully, Jenna lifted her breasts up and held them in her hands, waiting to catch Kate’s eye in the mirror. “Getting an eyeful?”

Kate rolled her eyes and reached across the small space to swat her mother on the bottom. “If you’re going to show them Mom, don’t be upset if people look.” she retorted. “Besides, as nice as they are, I’ve seen your boobs all vacation long, the whole resort has! Anyway, they’re old news.” Kate finished, smiling behind her hand as she faked a yawn.

Jenna laughed and did a ‘hootchie-cootchie’ shimmer at her daughter in the mirror. She was pleased that Kate was not embarrassed; it would have sunk the good mood that both girls were feeling. “Old news, are they…” Jenna thought to herself. Mischievously, she lowered her panties without bending her knees; stepping out of them while giving Kate a long view before standing again and planting her hands on her hips. Jenna sashayed her hips as she once again held her daughter’s gaze in the mirror. The look on Kate’s face was priceless; eyes wide and jaw hanging open as a slight blush rose up her neck; but Jenna also noticed that Kate didn’t look away. Jenna was starting to feel the familiar tingle start between her legs. She stuck her tongue out at her daughter. “Take that!” Jenna said, sliding the suit on and adjusting the fit.

Kate couldn’t believe her mom surprised her like that. She must really like getting frisky! Kate had seen a whole new side of her mother, literally it seems, since this vacation started, including the wild episode this afternoon at the gazebo. Kate was dying to ask her mother about it, but Kate knew she was too chicken. Instead, she tried to think of a way to get even in their impromptu game.

Jenna liked the suit and thought long about buying it. The only drawback was that like suits of similar appeal, they were never actually meant to get wet; just worn for fashion. A girl only lives once, Jenna mused, so she shrugged out of the suit and put it in the ‘yes’ pile.

“Ma’am, I have the suit you wanted” said a female voice from outside the door.

Kate looked a question at her mom; Jenna simply nodded yes.

What her daughter did next caught Jenna completely by surprise. Jenna assumed Kate would pull back the curtain a bit to retrieve the suit from the sales rep, but Kate apparently had other ideas.

Jenna watched in amazement as Kate slid the curtain completely back, looking back over her shoulder with a ‘try to top that’ smile as she did so. Jenna was frozen for a moment, standing naked in the booth looking out at the sales rep as she took in the scene of a naked Jenna, a fully clothed Kate, and the open curtain. Jenna found herself valiantly trying to cover herself; with an arm over her breasts and a hand flailing to hold the hastily grabbed suit over her sex as she turned around with her back to the opening. This proved of little value to Jenna when she found herself looking in the mirror to see the reflection of her daughter and the sales rep looking at her uncovered bottom.

“God, Mom” Kate said slowly with a sidelong glance to the sales rep. “It’s only us girls”. Kate then took the bikini from the girl and stepped toward her mother, leaving the curtain open. In the mirror, she watched the woman shake her head and leave the two of them. Kate left the curtain open on the pretense that it was still part of the little game her mother and she were playing, but it had gone much further than that for Kate now; she was also testing a theory.

“Katie! Please!” her mother whispered hoarsely. Kate reached behind her and slid the barrier shut, looking at her mother the whole time. Kate noticed that her mom was blushing furiously; she had also dropped her hands to her sides the moment Kate reached back. Her mother’s nipples were hardened to little points, just like they did on their first night in the room. “She really likes this,” Kate thought to herself. She didn’t think her mom would actually go out and get naked in the street or anything, but her mom seemed to get excited when the opportunities presented themselves for her to get caught…or something like that. Kate admitted to herself that she just didn’t know.

“Here, Mom.” Kate said, handing over the bikini.

Jenna sighed heavily and gave her daughter an admonishing look. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t more upset at Kate’s actions, but she put it down to confusion for the moment. Silently, she slipped into the bikini, getting Kate’s assistance to tie the top while she held the cups in place. The bottoms weren’t near as high on her hips as she had first thought, and Jenna was quite pleased with the whole look, once she was able to pirouette in front of the mirror. “What do you think?” she asked Kate.

“Mom, you look hot in that.” Kate replied. “I don’t think you could walk down the beach without attracting attention; a definite keeper!”

Jenna smiled at her daughter, thrilled at the words Kate had used and decided to purchase the suit; foregoing trying anything else on. “I’m done sweetie,” Jenna said to Kate, “Your turn now.”

“Just a sec Mom,” Kate said; rummaging through the selection she had brought into the changing room.

Jenna saw Kate come up with a light-blue mesh over garment; loose, and designed to be worn over a swimsuit as an accessory or as modest covering. Her daughter held it up to Jenna; eying it for size.

“Try this, Mom” Kate said. “That way you don’t have to wear a frumpy shirt when we walk to the beach.”

Jenna pulled it on over her suit. “Not bad Kate.” She said. “You have good taste,” the last said with a smile for her daughter. It was tight on Jenna, but rested comfortably below her hips and just covered her bottom, and the long sleeves molded themselves to her arms.

“Hmm…” Kate said, standing behind her mother. “Let’s try something.” She reached up under the mesh and untied her mother’s top, sliding her hands around the front and lifting the cups away from her mother’s boobs before fishing it out of the loose neck and pulling it over her mother’s head. Kate made sure to lightly graze her mother’s nipples in the process.

Jenna was speechless. Looking into the mirror, she had to admit that it was sexy as hell; her white bottoms clearly seen through the mesh, then her eye traveling up to see her breasts just as clearly.

“Kate, what are you doing?” Jenna asked in a whisper. “I can’t go out like this!”

“Relax, Mom.” Kate said in reply. She took Jenna’s shoulders in her hands and turned her around until mother and daughter faced each other. If anything, Jenna thought Kate was looking at her even more intensely, and that only seemed to further Jenna’s excitement. “What the hell is wrong with me?” Jenna asked herself silently. “What has gotten into Kate?” Jenna’s excitement clearly showed in her body language; she thrust her chest out a little as Kate was adjusting the mesh covering her nipples.

Kate’s heart was hammering in her chest and she knew she had to go through with this before her mother regained her senses or Kate herself chickened out. She started adjusting the mesh covering her mother’s tits. “That’s funny,” Kate thought. “When did they become tits to me again?” The mesh holes were not large, but Kate was easily able to get her mother’s harden nipples to stand out through the holes. Kate even grabbed them between thumb and curled forefinger as she stretched her mother’s nipples to their full extent and centered them between the strands of fabric.

“There.” Kate pronounced, “Perfect!” So saying, she took her mother’s hand and swept the curtain back, leading her mother out into the little clearing before the booths. A teenage girl and the sales rep were the only ones there, but Kate was glad it wasn’t more crowded; her mother would have balked then and there. “This light is much better Mom, and we can get a second opinion too.”

Jenna came out of her dream state the instant she realized there were other people around her with her daughter. She could feel the blush start in her neck and rise rapidly, the temperature seeming to sore a hundred degrees in a heartbeat. Jenna tried to cover her exposed nipples with her free arm, but realized the futility of that gesture before she even started; everyone had already seen; was still watching, in fact. She liked the feeling.

Jenna bit back the sharp retort on the tip of her tongue and endured the brief inspection from her daughter and the sales rep. The whole thing lasted for maybe five seconds, but it was enough for Jenna to know that she was thoroughly embarrassed…and thoroughly turned on. Jenna turned on her heel and headed back to the dressing room. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the teenage girl looking at her with eyes full of wonder. She was maybe twelve, and had almost certainly never seen a woman display herself so.

If anything, this made Jenna even hotter. She smiled at the girl, turning slightly to make sure the young woman saw the charms that she had to display.

Jenna was soon surrounded in the relative safety of the dressing booth. She let out a long breath, and belatedly realized that she hadn’t breathed since Kate had led her out. She stood for a long moment; panting heavily, trying to sort her confused thoughts and the even more confusing images.

Jenna was still standing there, looking at her reflection in the mirror, as if to find answers, when Kate came barging back in to break her solitude.

“Oh Mom,” Kate gushed. “I knew you could do it!”

“Knew I could do what?” Jenna screamed silently, trying desperately to regain her mental balance.

Jenna stood numbly as her daughter flitted about the small room; stripping Jenna once again and dressing her in ‘normal’ clothes. For some reason, Jenna let her daughter do this without the slightest protest. Even the relative cover of the bikini was better that being fully naked, wasn’t it? Jenna took another deep breath as Kate slipped the dress over her head; not noticing until they were walking to the line at the cashier that she was completely naked underneath. Her panties were probably somewhere in the dressing booth still.

Eventually, they paid for their purchase. Jenna noticed the sales rep eying her up and down; no doubt stripping her bare, Jenna thought. Was the whole world watching after all? Jenna looked down at her breasts and saw that her nipples were still hard; matching the state of her thoughts. Letting her arousal rule for the moment, she looked back at the girl, smiling in open declaration.

Unfortunately, this was not lost on Kate either.

“Mom, relax.” Her daughter said. “She is not Derik’s wife, so you don’t have to have sex with her.” Kate said loud enough for the sales rep to hear.

Jenna’s tenuous grip on her thoughts was shattered with her daughter’s statement. “How does she know…?”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur for Jenna. Kate led her to several different stores and shops, but Jenna had no real recollection; blurred images fought with crystal clear snatches of conversation with Kate. It wasn’t until she returned to her own room that she broke down in a fit of emotion; all manner of thoughts had run through her head and she couldn’t sort them out. One thing was constant for Jenna; her hyper state of arousal. She couldn’t get over the fact that she was almost as turned on by Kate’s little display of Jenna’s body as she was over her episode with Kayla in the gazebo. Was that only this morning?

Jenna knew she was a good mother; loving Kate, providing for her, and always trying to be a good role model, but her recent behavior had thrown all that out the window. Sure, it has been difficult the last years since her divorce, but why had the lines of reality and fantasy blurred so much? Was it opportunity? Was it just something she needed to get out of her system? Such was the mess of her mind that Jenna fully expected to be told to walk the halls naked and bed the first person she saw; be it man or woman. Jenna knew in her soul that she would have, if only to experience the thrill; to show her desire.

Kate finally took pity on her, letting her Mom’s emotions boil out without any interference or comment. “Are you O.K.?” Kate asked softly, rubbing her mother’s back as she slid next to her on the bed.

“Oh, Katie,” Jenna moaned. “What must you think of me?”

“Shh,” Kate whispered into her mother’s ear. “Don’t worry Mom, it is alright”

“But…” Jenna started.

“Hush.” Kate said, kissing her mother’s bare shoulder. “I love you, Mom. That’s all that really matters.”

Jenna’s inner turmoil lessened, eventually calmed. She got up and went to the bathroom; washing her face and thinking of her daughter’s words and her own feelings. Jenna came to a loose understanding that it was perfectly fine to feel sexual; to be wanted, to feel turned-on and not hide it. Jenna used it almost like a mantra; easing the fear and discomfort she felt from her own arousal tonight; at the display she so blatantly put on for her daughter.

“Tomorrow’s another day” she said to her reflection in the mirror; hoping fervently that it would be enough.