This story is part fantasy, part confession. Which is which? Well, isn't the blurred line what turns us on?

My daughter turned twenty a couple years ago. She and her friends threw a big party to celebrate the milestone together. They rented a hotel ballroom, or rather asked some of their parents to rent it and chaperone the whole thing. Because kids like to say they want to be independent, but aren't they glad mommy is there to prepare the food and clean up the mess.

Anyway, I'm manning (or womanning?) the bar, serving drinks, making sure the kids don't get too drunk, or that none of the boys try to spike a drink. The party goes fine. My daughter is having fun, nobody passed out horribly, so that's my job well done.

It's close to 2am. I'm on the end of my shift. Kids are still partying, but things at the bar are slow at that point. I've been riding the line between tipsy and drunk for most of the evening. There's this girl that comes for a drink. I've seen her at home before, she worked on a school project with my daughter. That was maybe 5 or 6 years prior. Her name is Claire. She has long, black hair, and cute brown eyes. She usually wears glasses, but she didn't at the party. She's wearing a nice blue dress. Her makeup is nice and discreet and it highlights her face just perfectly.

My inebriated brain thinks she's cute. I mean, she objectively is, and I won't accept any argument to the contrary. But she's also young enough to be my daughter. In fact, I know her birth date is the same month as my daughter's. Taboo says there's too much of an age difference here. And I find the thought attractive. Normally, I would leave it at that. But the alcohol in my system allows the thought to linger.

Claire asks for something without alcohol. She doesn't like alcohol, she says she saw her mother drink herself asleep too many times. I ask her how the night is going. She says it's okay, but I feel she's not having a great time. From what I remembered, Claire was one of the quiet ones. The kind that's a loyal friend once you get to know her, but who might seem cold when you don't.

We strike up a conversation. Eventually she tells me nobody's asked her to dance, and she didn't really have the courage to ask anybody. I tell her if I was her age, I'd happily dance with her. She blushes a little bit. She finishes her drink and she's about to leave the bar. "Thanks for the drink, Missus J" she says.

I correct her. "It's Miss J now, all single and ready to mingle," I joke, but also not really. She was leaving but she stops in her tracks and turns back to the bar. I'm not sure if that piqued her interest or if it was like a pity thing, but she said she was sorry to hear that. We talk about the fallout between me and my now ex. Nothing dramatic really, we just both agreed there wasn't much chemistry left and decided to end it.

Towards the end of the conversation, I'm pouring myself a drink. "Didn't you have enough of it already?" she says. She's right of course, I've had more than enough. So I pour myself a coke instead and sip on it for a while. Claire stayed at the bar and pulled out her phone. Not sure if she's actually reading something or just doing it to keep me company. At 2am on the dot, one of the other parents comes to relieve me of my duty.

I go to leave the bar, but I'm a little wobbly. This is when you realise you were drunk the whole time. The parent offers to help me away, but Claire says she'll do it. I tell her I booked a room at the hotel. I kinda knew this would happen, and also I live all the way across town. I know other parents have booked rooms as well, so it's not weird, I swear.

I put my arm around her shoulder, and she does the same. That's how I notice she smells nice, like strawberry I think. And the skin on her shoulder feels soft. The lingering thought is still there. She's cute, she's young, I'm aroused. We walk to my room. I open the door. She helps me all the way to the bed. She's about to leave when I ask "Do you want to dance with me?"

"I don't think you're in a state to dance," she says. Nonsense, I think, and I get up and immediately start falling. She catches me before I fall though. I don't think I did that consciously, though maybe my drunk brain is more devious than I think. But I'm holding Claire in my arms now. Or more like she's holding me, but still counts.

She helps me sit back down on the bed. "Are you going to be okay?" she asks. I tell her she can go back to the party, but she says she's just going to go home. I ask her why she doesn't want to stay, she says it's not really her scene. Shocking revelation, I know. "A cute girl like you shouldn't be going home alone," I say. She blushes again. "You are cute, you know," I say. She's flustered. In my drunken state I'm straight up on hitting on her and she doesn't know how to respond.

Then I start bringing my face closer to hers and close my eyes. I'm drunk and horny, I'm going for it. I half expect to be slapped or pushed away. But then I find her lips. It's just a little peck, but she lets it happen. I open my eyes. I can see she's like paralysed. I think she's struggling with the fact I'm old enough to be her mom, and also woman enough to be her mom. I can see she's having conflicting thoughts, and she's having all these feelings sober! No wonder she can't process it.

I say "I'm sorry, I don't know what took me over." She doesn't say a word, she's still stunned. Finally she says something. "I've never kissed a girl before." I put an arm around her. She doesn't flinch. I move closer. I close my eyes again. This time I don't go for a peck. This time I put my lips against hers. Then I push my tongue past her lips to find hers. I bring my other hand to caress her face while we're still kissing. I'm not sure if it's her perfume or her lipstick, but her kiss tastes like strawberry.

I break the kiss. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" I ask.
"We shouldn't," she says
"We're both adults here."
"You could be my mom."
"Is it wrong I think that's exciting?"
She doesn't know what to reply.
"If you don't feel comfortable, I'm sorry," I say.
But she doesn't leave.

I slide a strap of her dress off her shoulder. Then the other one. I pull the top of her dress down. She's braless. Her boobs are small, but nicely shaped. I put a hand on one of them. We kiss again.

I start unbuttoning my blouse. She helps me finish. I take it off. I'm wearing a bra, nothing fancy, just comfy. She unclasps it. My breast are bigger than hers, I'm a D cup and she's probably a B. She's transfixed by them. "You can touch," I say. So she does, with both hands.

After that, I put both my arms around her and pull her against me for another long kiss. I feel her breasts against mine, my hands are gently caressing her sides, and she still tastes like strawberry, I'm buzzed, I'm horny, I'm flush with all the best emotions. If there's a heaven, that's what it feels like.

I break the embrace. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine," I say. She gets up. She pulls her dress completely down. She's wearing black lingerie panties. It's the really nice kind that you'll wear on a date when you expect somebody will see them.

I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and she helps me pull them off. I'm wearing plain undies. Had I known, I would have worn something sexier, but she doesn't complain. I take her panties down. She does the same for me.

I have a bit of a stubble, but I'm shaven. She has a full bush. It's trimmed around the edges, but it's a jungle down there. Doesn't bother me though. I think I even said "nice bush" out loud when I saw it. I lay back on the bed. She lays on top of me. We kiss some more.

This is so good, but I'm also so tired. We were cuddling and she got up. I'm not entirely sure why. I think I asked her to make sure the door was closed and locked. But while she was up, I fell asleep.

The next morning, my head is pounding. I wonder if it was a dream for a second, but I can feel her breath against my skin. I'm on my back, left arm around her. She's on her side, cuddling me, her left arm over my torso. We're both naked. I bring my right arm around to caress her arm.

She starts moving ever so slightly. I stop touching her, and I say softly "wake up". Her eyes open. She smiles to me. I smile to her. I'm not sure how to talk about what happened, so I don't and instead I tell her I should get going home. She says she should too.

I dress up. She dresses up. I open the door, check the corridor. It's clear. I don't kiss her goodbye, I shake her hand. I don't know why I did that. I watch her leave and then I decide to use the bathroom and get a shower.

Under the shower, I think about last night. I think about Claire. I think I shouldn't have, she's too young for me. But I think her lips taste so good, her skin was so soft, her breasts were so cute. I let the hot water run, and I put a hand on my clit. Then I put my other hand on my vag. And I masturbate how I know best, massaging my clit and putting a couple fingers in at the same time. I keep at it until I come, which doesn't take a very long that time.

I think now that's done, I can forget about it. I was drunk. It was a mistake. I probably won't see her again anyways. Just let it go.

The end?

Well…

Knock knock. Guess who it is. She knew where I lived of course. She came here in the past to do homework with my daughter. It was a month or two after the party, and she just knocked on my door.

"Hi," she says.
"Hi," I reply, surprised.
She doesn't say anything for ten seconds.
"I don't know why I'm here, I'm sorry," she says.
It's obvious she hadn't thought it through. But I offer her to come in and have tea. I'm a tea person. Don't talk to me about coffee. I can see this is exactly what she hoped I'd say. Well, that I'd invite her in. I'm not sure she was that excited about the tea.

I give her what we call the bise. A non-romantic kiss on the cheek, a dictionary might say. It is a very normal form of greeting here, or at least it was normal in the before times, before 2020.

I tried to do my best pretending she was just a friend and nothing weird happened between us. But as I get close to her to peck on her cheeks, she smells like strawberry again. That triggers all the memories from that night. I'm not sure how straight I manage to keep my face, but in my head I'm doing a good job.

I put some water in the kettle, and then we sit in the living room around the dinner table. Neither of us know how to start the conversation. After maybe a minute of awkward silence, I just ask her how she is. She's fine, she says. Then there's more awkward silence.

"I don't really know how to says this," she finally says. It's good because I don't either. And she really doesn't know how to say it because she stays silent, like I can tell she's about to say something but stops herself every time. The kettle clicks, water is ready. I excuse myself and come back with a couple mugs with hot water and tea.

"Just tell me what you came here to say," I tell her eventually.
She places her hands around the warm mug, and takes a deep breath.
"I know it's wrong, but I liked what happened the other day. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. I've never been with a woman. I've never felt anything like it. And I don't know what to do about it."
I tell her I feel much the same way, although I've been with women before, but the thrill of a first time is always unique. I end my little monologue. I pause. Then I think, out loud, "But why is it wrong?"
"You could be my mother," she says.
"I could, but I'm not."
There's a pause before I continue.
"I have to confess something. The fact you could be my daughter turned me on."
"Isn't that wrong?"
"Maybe? I don't know. It's just a fantasy. It doesn't harm anybody, does it?"
I'm sure, dear reader, you'd agree with me on that.
She's staring down at her cup of tea. She's blushing ever so slightly.
"Does it turn you on too?" I ask her.
She doesn't look up, she just timidly says yes.

I grab her hand. She looks up at me. I smile to her. She smiles back. "How about a date?" I propose. A proper date. Like a fresh start. We'll go to dinner. Have a jolly old time. See where it goes. She nods in agreement. We decide on the evening after tomorrow. I'll make the reservation. She comes by my place to pick me up.

So here we are, two days later. She knocks on my door again. I open. We're both dumbstruck.

She's wearing a light grey summer dress, with some flowery motifs. Form fitting on top, a bit loose on the bottom. Her hemline reaches just above the knees. She's wearing black stockings and low heels. Her hair is done really nice. She's made a thick braid with her black hair, it's resting on her right shoulder, descending to cover her cleavage slightly. Her makeup is subtle, once again highlighting perfectly her features. Her lips look naturally pink, but glossy. It's magnetizing, you can't help but want to kiss them. And she's wearing her glasses this time. They're thin frames, round, Harry Potter-style. She's so, so beautiful.

Me, I'm wearing a red dress. A bit loose, I'm conscious about my curves and my age next to her. I've let my brunette hair rest naturally. I chose a pink lipstick too. Great minds. Underneath I have a full sexy lingerie set. More on that later. I feel old an inappropriate compared to her, but she's obviously liking what she sees.

I think we stare each other down for like ten seconds, mouth slightly agape. Then we lock eyes, and she starts chuckling, and I chuckle too.

"You look so pretty, Missus J" she says.
"It's Miss. And call me Max."
"Sorry."
"You're so beautiful, Claire."
She blushes. I take a step closer. I bring a hand to caress her face. I move it down to her neck. I bring my other arm around her waist. I gently pull her closer to me. She takes a tiny step, leans her head forward. This time she smells like vanilla.

I look into her eyes. She looks into mine. I give her a peck on the lips. Look back into her eyes. Give her another peck. And another. And another. And then a kiss. A big long kiss. My hold turns into an embrace. I feel her arms tighten around me too. I can feel her heart beating harder.

Finally, we break the embrace. "Let's go to dinner," I say. It's a nice restaurant. Not too fancy or expensive, but good for a date. It's a small restaurant, so it's quite busy inside. We take place, face to face. I can see some people give us looks, like 'who comes here dressed like that with their daughter'. It makes me feel a bit awkward. But I still caress her hand from across the table. We don't really say anything until the server comes to take our order.

During dinner, we have a few conversations. She asks me about my sexual experiences a bit. I ask about hers. We also talk about TV. She talks about her studies. I talk about my work. It's like a normal date. Some people still give us weird looks, but we so into each other at that point, we don't fucking care.

After dinner, we walk downtown, hand in hand. It's a summer night. It's just warm enough without being unbearable. We turn to each other to kiss every now and then. At the end of our walk, we reach her car. We're in an underground parking. At that time of the day, or night rather, it's all quiet, which gives me an idea.

Before she puts the key in, I lean over the gearshift and kiss her. I ask if she's ever done it in a car. She says no. I tell her I did it once, but never with a girl. She bites her lip. I know an invitation when I see one. I awkwardly shuffle my body and come to rest on her lap, facing her. My arms are locked around my neck. If I move too much, my head bumps on the roof of the car. We kiss. Her hands are shifting all around my body while our tongues dance together. I beep the horn a couple times as I wiggle. It starts getting foggy.

If she was a guy, I might have started riding her there and then. Instead, we decide to take it to my place. I shuffle back into my set. I un-tussle my hair. She pulls the straps of her dress back in place. We look at each other. We've made a mess of our lipstick. We smile and chuckle. I put my safety belt on. She starts the car. I put a hand on her knee. "Don't distract me while I'm driving," she says softly. I can tell she's serious about it. I remove my hand. The last thing we need is get into a car wreck.

The drive home is silent. She's looking at the road, and her mirrors, and from time to time I see her sneaking a peek at me. We reach home. She parks in my place. We go inside.

We start things up in the living room, on the couch. I put one arm around her shoulders, one on her waist. She put one arm around my waist, one my cheek. We bring our lips together. We make our tongue find each other. We break the kiss only to go at it again. My hand goes from her waist to her legs. Once I reach her knee, I go back up, but with my hand going under her dress.

She suggests we undress each other, to which I heartily agree. I decide to go first and undress her. She stands in place while I go behind her. Her dress has some sort of a belt around the waist. I pull on it to undo the knot. Then I get close to her, from behind still, put my arms around her, kiss her neck a little. Then as I break the embrace, I pull her straps down her shoulders. I continue pulling her dress down to reveal her breasts. She's not wearing a bra this time either. She says she almost never does.

From behind still, I put my hands as low on her legs as possible from where I stand. I grab her dress and slowly pull it up. She puts her hands on my hands to accompany my movement. When I reach her waist, I nibble on her ear and whisper "Hands up." She obeys the command, and I pull her dress all the way up and off. I circle back to face her. I give her a little kiss. I go to take off her panties, but she swats my hand away. "My turn now."

I stand in place. She's looking into my eye as her hands slowly rove all over my dress and my body. Then she grabs the bottom of my dress, and slowly pulls it up. I put my arms up for her, and she takes it all off. Now I'm in my lingerie. I went for black and red. Lacy. A push-up bra that accentuates my cleavage. A thong. Garter, belt and stockings. She looks quite excited by this. She wearing a black tanga, with hold-up stockings. We definitely dressed hoping it'd come to that point.

I grab her by the hand and start leading her towards the bedroom. She pulls back a little. I turn around to see she's trying to remove her heels. I think what a good idea and do the same. I go to kiss her again while I grab her hand a second time, and this time she follows me to the bedroom.

So we arrive in the bedroom in our lingerie. We start by cuddling and kissing with me on top. The sweet taste of her lips. The smell of vanilla. The smoothness of her skin. The touch of her hands all exploring my body. I am positively hot and bothered.

I'm kissing her lips. Her chin. Her neck. Her bust. Her chest. Her nipples. Her torso. Her belly button. I'm reaching the southern border. I kiss her mound through her panties. I move down a millimetre at a time until I'm aligned with her other lips. I start moving left, kissing whatever that area is called that connects between your legs and your pubic region. I'm not a doctor, I'm a lover. I kiss her there, and I continue down her leg.

I look up from time to time. Claire has a hand on my head, rustling and gripping my hair, the other massaging her bare breasts. She's eyes closed, mouth open, just breathing out heavily, bitting her lip every now and then.

I'm halfway down her thigh when I stop. "You can make all the noise you want," I say. She looks at me, bites her lip. Her face says "please, don't stop". I put my lips back on her leg. While I do that, I put my hands around her waist. I grab her panties with my two hands, I start pulling it down. She wiggles to help me get it off, and now I'm face to face with her pussy.

She isn't shaven. She has a big black bush. You can see it's trimmed around the edges. I notice it's not exactly symmetrical though. I know it's a silly thing, but it kinda triggers the OCD part of my brain for a second, but I leave these thoughts on the side.

I decide to move closer. I put my nose in her forest, just about over her clit and take a whiff. It's difficult to describe the smell. It's not like a field of roses. It's a weird mix of sweatiness, wetness, whatever shower gel she uses and I don't know what else. It's the scent of a woman. You might not describe it as nice, like you might not describe gasoline smelling good. But it's intoxicating nonetheless.

I breathe out through my mouth, and she feels the hot air caressing her labia as I do. Then, I lower my face onto her clit. She releases a louder moan. She's still not vocalizing though, just breathing out louder.

I treat her clitoris like it's her mouth for a moment. I kiss it, try to put my tongue in it. I slowly move my right hand from around her waist to near her entrance. I start touching her labia while I'm kissing her clit. She lets out a "ah!"

Her hair is tickling my nose a little bit. I'm feeling her body shiver in waves. My mouth is now over the upper part of her labia, kissing, licking, nibbling, while my right hand caresses her labia, with sometimes a finger making its way inside, and my left hand is resting on her lower belly, a thumb venturing down to her clit. She moves her left leg to rest on my back. Her hands are grasping the headboard of the bed. She is breathing heavily, she lets out a vocal moan every now and then.

And then she lets out a big moan and I feel liquid. It's not coming out like a jet, it's trickling. It's sour and clear. It's just her squirting. I've got it all over my mouth and my chin. "I'm so sorry," she says looking down at me. Her voice is a bit trembling. I crawl my way back up. I plant a kiss on her lips so she can taste herself. "Don't apologise for enjoying it."

We kiss while I try to keep a finger inside her. She moans into my mouth. Definitely wets my finger, which I make her lick clean afterwards.

"Do you want to try that on me?" I playfully ask her. She smiles. She's short of breath. Her heart is pounding. My heart is pounding too for that matter. Her voice is still trembling.

"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"It's a bit... kinky."
"You just came on my face. I think kinky will be fine."
"Would it be weird if I called you mommy in bed?"
I take a second to think. I think it's weird, but also hot. So I answer "Do you want to make mommy feel good?"
She nods. I lay down next to her, and invite her to roll on top of me.
"Do you want mommy to guide you?"
"Yes."
"Then start by putting your hands on my sides. Caress me. Then, move your hands from my ribs to my thighs."

She does what I tell her. Her touch is soft. I have one hand running through my hair, one just floating on the bed. Of her own initiative, she starts kissing my body randomly. I tell her mommy likes that.

After a while, I sit up. I grab her hands, put them on my breasts. My bra is still on, but she corrects that quickly, and then puts her hand back on my breasts, now bare. She squeezes. I ask her to give mommy a kiss. She goes to kiss my lips. I don't stop her, but after we break the kiss I tell her I meant kiss my breasts. She puts her mouth all over them, nibbles on my nipple. I have a hand kinda massaging the top of her head.

She places a hand on my cleavage and gently pushes me back down. "I want to eat your pussy mommy."
"You can."
"I'm not sure how to do it."
I tell her the secret is in wildy trying a bunch of different things, and pay attention to what makes mommy moan louder.

Her tongue and fingers do some experiments with my vagina. I make a point to exaggerate my moans a little bit when she's doing something really good. It's not faking it darling, it's enhancing it.

Oh but I have a lot of moaning to do. I talk dirty to her. "That's it Claire, make mommy cum." "You're doing so good sweetie." "Mommy's liking it." And so forth. I feel the waves of pleasure wash over me. She keeps going, and going. Her lips are all over my nethers, her tongue is licking everything it can, her fingers go in and out. And then, mommy cums hard.

And when that happens, my squirt pumps out like a jet. I didn't warn her, I feel a little bad about that. My legs instinctively close shut, so it holds her head in place. I squirt once, twice, thrice. After that, your brain loses the ability to count. The orgasmic waves pass, and I regain control of my body. I look down, her face is caked. Now I'm apologising. "I'm sorry, I just..." but I notice she isn't listening. It's like she's in shock. I sit up, and I put my hands on her shoulders to help her sit up too.

"Are you okay?"
She just says "wow!" I'm glad she isn't mad at me. Some of my juices transfer from her face to mine.
"Did I do good mommy?"
"You did very good Claire."

We both came. By most standards, this is a successful evening. Oh but it's not time to go to sleep yet...

Claire and I just had an orgasm together. We're mostly naked, except for her stockings, and my stockings, garter and belt. Our previous bout made me a little steamy. I tell her I'm gonna get a tall glass of water, ask if she wants one too. It's important to hydrate, kids.

When I get back with the two glasses, Claire has removed her stockings and she's sitting up on the bed, facing away from the door. She hears me coming, she swivels around and looks embarrassed. I'm curious, but I don't say anything, I just hand her a glass. I sit next to her, facing the opposite direction so I can turn my head just a little to see her.

I'm in a good position to put a hand on her inner thigh while I take a swig, but I feel something odd. I look down between her legs and she has found one of my toys that was no doubt lying around, so now I understand why she's embarrassed.

"You're not trying to steal my toys, are you?"
"No, I'm sorry, I just sawy it on the bedside table and I was just looking at it."
The toy is a rabbit dildo, the kind that goes in your vag but also tickles your clitoris at the same time. It's a nicer model, because I use toys a lot, so I invest a fair bit in them to get good quality ones.
"I'm guessing you don't have one like this."
"No. I don't have any toys," she says.

I finish my glass, move towards the bedside table and motion her to come next to me. I open the drawer and it is full of dildos. I got big ones, little ones, vibrators, a magic wand, in every color, some ribbed for her pleasure and all that. But I tell her the one she found is probably my favorite, which is why it was out.

"Would you like to try it," I ask.
"Hum," she says hesitantly. "If that's okay with you."

I put my arm around her and give her a kiss to let her know it's more than okay. I close the drawer, open the second drawer under. I've got some cables, some batteries, straps, condoms, lubes and, the thing I'm looking for, wipes. I always try to clean my toys before and after use. So I take a wipe, take the rabbit from her hands, wipe it clean. And I do have a little trash bin next to my bed just for that, that's how often I do that.

I grab a bottle of lube and close the drawer. I ask her to go lie down in the middle of the bed. Before I join her, I decide to remove my last bits of lingerie. Where we're going we don't need it.

I spread her legs open. I take two fingers, my index and middle finger, and I put some lube on it. She's still quite wet, but it's an excuse to finger her a little. Eventually, I grab the rabbit, press the on button and it starts buzzing and rotating and doing its thing.

I insert just the tip. I tell her "close your eyes, imagine this is my body inside of you." She closes her eyes, and I start slowly pushing the toy deeper. Then I take it out to the tip, and push it back in a little deeper. I do that a few times. Claire is breathing heavily. I want to touch her clit but I figure that would be cheating. And soon I push the toy deep enough that the rabbit head starts stimulating her clitoris.

I do some little movements, back and forth, side to side, up and down. The rabbit is set on a nice, leisurely pace. After maybe a minute I take it all out, rub her clit with the tip of the dick. The shaft is sticky with her juices. I kinda want to lick it, but no time, I push it back in. When she starts getting vocal, I push it further even, to apply some pressure on her clit while the rabbit head is still vibrating. I count to three and release. Then I do it again, and this time she has spasms, her moans are getting uncontrollable. She's having an orgasm again.

I take the toy out and turn it off while she's trying to regain composure. I don't need to ask if she liked that. She looks at me. I look at her. I have the toy in my hand still full of her juices. I follow my terribly naughty instinct to shove it in my mouth while I make eye contact with her. She puts a hand to rub her pussy, I'm already rubbing mine. I suck that dildo like it's her cock for a couple minutes, but eventually it just tastes like plastic so I take it out.

Finally, she says "Max, that was amazing".
Then I have an idea. "Would you like to take it home with you?"
She says she can't accept, that it's mine, but I tell her it's okay. I tell her it's served me well, but I'd like her to have it. She asks why. I tell her it's because I'd like her first toy to be special. So that every time she uses it, she remembers it brought me to orgasms many, many times. She's blushing. I can tell the thought excites her, but she's still hesitant.

I tell her I'm just going to clean it in the bathroom quickly, and she can decide if she wants it or not later. I tell her I have some water in the fridge if she's thirsty. Anyway, bit of warm water, some soap, a disinfecting wipe, and it's like new.

When I come back to the bedroom, she's standing, sipping on water, looking at my open wardrobe. I approach her from behind, put my arms around her, kiss her neck.

"So, was it everything you hoped for."
"It was amazing. You're amazing, Max."
"You know, for a newbie to make me cum, you're pretty amazing too, Claire."
I let her turn around so we can share a proper kiss.
"Do you want me to leave now?" she asks.
"No. We could do more stuff. Or you can just spend the night here if you'd like."
"I'm kinda spent. I'm sorry I didn't make you cum a second time."
"It's okay. Giving you pleasure gave me pleasure. Don't worry about it."
She looks at her feet a little bit, like she wants to ask something.
"Would it be okay if I took a shower?"
"I don't think so," I say teasingly. "I think I'd much rather give you a bath."
"I don't think I've had a bath since I was little," she says.
"A nice bath with mommy will always make you feel good."

We go to the bathroom together. Of course, it takes a minute to fill the tub, so we spend the time idly kissing. When the tub is full, I go in first. I tell her to come in and sit in front of me, so I can spoon her. The water feels nice and warm. Claire too.

I put my arms around her, just under her breasts. I kiss her neck. She turns her head around as much as she can to meet my lips. We just cuddle for a while.

"Are you going to tell your daughter?" she asks as we're sitting in the tub.
"No. I don't think she would like that very much."
"I feel a bit guilty."
"I feel a bit guilty too."
"Are we going to see each other again after tonight?"
"Would you like that?"
"I think I would."
"I think I would too."
She turns her head as far back as she can, I move mine to meet her lips, and we share yet another kiss.

Then we get to washing. I start with her hair. I give her a nice little head massage while I'm shampooing her hair. Later I give her a nice little backrub while I'm washing her back. I have her stand right over me while I'm still sitting back in the tub, so I can scrub her legs. When I get to her nether region, I can't help but play with her pussy a little. She's into it, but I don't play very long.

I stand up to face her. Now it's her turn to wash my back, and my hair, and my everywhere. We're both squeaky clean now. We get out of the tub and start towelling off. The bathroom isn't very big, so we bump into each other a few times, and every time we look at each other and smile.

"So, are you staying or leaving?" I ask her. She says she would like to spend the night with me. And so we did. I put some panties on. That's how I usually sleep, naked with just my panties on. She does the same. I don't know if it's how she usually does it or if she's just mimicking me.

I take off the bed cover. It has served its purpose when Claire and me were fooling around, protecting the bed a little bit from all the sweaty, squirty sex, but now it's time to sleep. I claim the right side of the bed. Claire goes to the left side, but she kinda moves her way to the middle. She's on her side, facing away from me. I think I know what she wants, so I move forward towards her. I place one arm around her waist, and she lets me put the other under her neck.

In the morning, we wake up exactly like that, me spooning her. It's the weekend, so no plans, no rush. I give her a little peck on the back of the head. She lets out a grunt. I think she was already awake, she just kept her eyes closed and enjoyed my embrace.

We cuddle a little, kiss, pet each other, but it doesn't go further than that. Eventually, we get out of bed. I make her a cup of tea while she gets dressed. We don't have much more to say to each other that wasn't already said. We enjoy tea in silence, just looking and smiling at each other.

When it's time, I give her a big kiss and watch her leave.

We had a few more adventures. I might write about them later. But for now, that's the end.