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Sarah stole a glance at her watch as she turned into the entrance road to Crestwood High School, then grimaced. Ten minutes late. Pulling up to the curb outside the front entrance, she smiled sheepishly at her daughter Cathy, who was seated on the steps. With an amused roll of her eyes, the pretty sixteen-year-old picked up her satchel, bouncing down the stairs to the car. Opening the door on the passenger side, she dropped into the seat. “What kept you?” “Sorry, hon,” Sarah sighed. “The cat got out, and I had to coax her out from under the house before I could leave. So, how did your finals go?” “Okay, I guess… better than I expected, anyhow.” Sarah patted her daughter’s thigh. “Good girl. Feel like kicking off summer vacation with a trip to the mall?” Cathy grinned eagerly. “Oh, absolutely.” It was a twenty minute drive to the Galleria, their town’s largest mall. Sarah pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine. “Aw-right… let’s shop till we drop!” said Cathy as she opened the car door. “Just a second, baby,” said Sarah. “It’s so hot… I need to take this damn bra off.” Cathy watched as Sarah quickly and expertly removed her bra, pulling it from the sleeve of her dress and throwing it into the back seat. She felt a sudden flush of arousal at the thought of her sexy mother wearing nothing beneath her top. Cathy was bisexual, and had recently surprised herself by drifting into a hot fantasy about her mom while masturbating. Alarmed, she tried to thrust the very idea from her mind, but the image persisted — and in the end the teen had given in, picturing herself lying naked with Sarah, kissing and fondling her mother until she exploded in the most intense orgasm. Since that night, Cathy’s desire to engage in lesbian incest with her mom had blossomed into an obsession. She knew nothing would ever come of it, of escort beylikdüzü course, but it couldn’t stop her from dreaming. Her tits are awesome, Cathy mused as she emerged from the car, noting the outline of her mother’s nipples through the blouse she wore. Wish I could get a really good look at them… Suddenly she had a wicked impulse. “Hold on, Mom,” said Cathy as she copied her mom’s actions, slipping out of her own bra just like Sarah had. “Here, catch.” She tossed it to her mother, who was standing by the open car door. Sarah just managed to snatch the bra from the air before it fell to the ground. For some strange reason, holding Cathy’s underwear, still warm from the girl’s body, made Sarah feel deliciously wicked — like she and her daughter were doing something they shouldn’t. We’re a pair of bad girls, she thought with a smile. Dropping the bra inside the car, she locked the door, then walked over to take her daughter’s hand. “Shall we grab a bite first?” “Sounds good to me.” Over the next two hours mother and daughter wandered around the mall, drifting in and out of shops. Soon, Sarah was standing outside the changing room of a chic clothing store while her daughter tried on a short black dress. “What do you think, Mom?” asked Cathy as she stepped out of the changing room. “You look great in that, honey… you like it?” “I love it, Mom!” the teen grinned. “Good, but I think you’ll need some sexy underwear to match. Try the other dress on and I’ll go and pick some out for you.” “Okay, thanks.” Sarah wandered through the rails of underwear, selecting a few sheer, skimpy pairs of panties for Cathy to try, as well as a couple of similar items for herself. Heading back to the changing room, she paused at a rack marked 50% OFF to pick out a summer dress that had caught her eye. “How’s the escort akbatı other dress?” asked Sarah as she reached the cubicle. Cathy’s muffled voice replied from inside. “It’s nice, Mom… but I’ve got a problem.” “What’s wrong?” “The — damn it! — the zipper’s stuck.” “Do you need a hand?” “Please.” “Shall I come in? Or are you coming out?” “Mom… get in here!” Sarah slipped into the cubicle with her daughter. A large mirror covered one wall, and a chair stood in the corner, Cathy’s skirt and blouse resting upon it. Hanging on the wall were several dresses that Cathy had already tried on. Sarah paused to hang up the dresses she’d selected for herself, then placed the underwear in the chair. Turning to her daughter, she saw that the material of the dress had caught in the zipper. Carefully she unhooked the fabric and slid the zipper down, then helped Cathy remove the dress. As she knelt beside her nearly naked daughter, Sarah was amazed — and not a little shocked! — to realize that she was becoming aroused. She gazed at the lovely young girl, naked except for a small pair of purple panties that seemed to mold themselves to her vulva, feeling a sharp surge of excitement as she noted a streak of wetness on the front. It had been a long time since Sarah had last made love to a woman — a college girl that she’d picked up in a bar after work. She’d never had the nerve to discuss her bisexuality with Cathy… and now the girl was all but nude and standing before her, looking incredibly desirable. Jesus Christ, Sarah thought, suddenly uneasy. What the hell was she thinking? This was bad, really bad. She couldn’t lust after her own daughter, as if Cathy was some young cutie she’d just met at the bar. Cathy’s pulse raced even faster as she studied her mother’s face, stunned by the arousal she’d briefly glimpsed escort beylikdüzü there. Holy shit, she told herself, Mom’s turned on! It seemed ridiculous, as if she was hallucinating. But Cathy knew sexual heat when she encountered it, no matter how briefly that feeling made itself known. My mother is looking at me while I’m practically naked — and it’s getting her excited. So what happens now? Have I got the nerve to make the first move…? Shaking herself, trying to clear the lustful thoughts that were filling her mind, Sarah slowly rose to her feet, noticing that Cathy was watching her with deep penetrating eyes. “I — I brought some underwear for you t-to look at,” Sarah stammered. “Thanks, Mom. What about you — are you going to try on those dresses?” asked Cathy, pointing at the garments that Sarah had brought along with her. “I thought I would,” Sarah murmured, suddenly unsure of what to do with her hands. “Here, let me help.” Cathy’s cunt was throbbing at the possibility of seeing her mother nude. “Turn around — I’ll unzip you.” She swallowed, tried to calm her pounding heart. Sarah shivered as Cathy unzipped her dress, the teen’s fingers gliding down her spine. God, was Cathy actually undressing her? She was giddy, feeling a sudden an impulse to lose control, make something dangerous happen. As the dress fell to the floor, Cathy gaped at her mom’s buttocks, left all but completely bare by the tiny thong Sarah wore. It was too much for her to resist. Feeling as though she was waltzing in space, Cathy stepped closer, slipping both arms around the older woman’s waist. “I love you, Mom,” she breathed, kissing her mother’s bare shoulder. “I love you too, honey,” Sarah whispered, thrilled beyond belief by the touch of her daughter’s skin. She watched the moment unfold in the mirror – her naked body, Cathy’s arms enfolding it, hands sliding upward to cup Sarah’s breasts. She stared at the teenage girl’s reflected image, saw a question in her eyes. Without intending to, without words, she answered yes. Sarah turned to face her daughter, stifling a moan as Cathy’s nipples brushed against hers.