My Aunt and Uncle have a summer house in Cape Cod that they would let my family stay in every summer. Since my parents divorced a few years ago when I started college, the past few summers it's just been my Mom and I for a week in the Cape house. We've always been really close and practically best friends, like we didn't even go through those awful teenage years like my friends did where they and their Moms hated each other. I'm totally My Mother's Daughter. We have the same tastes and interests, and our trips to Cape Cod the past few years have really been the best part of my year.

We went there for the week of July 4th and did all of the usual things we do there in the summer. We went shopping at all of the little shops in Cape Cod, spent some time on the beach, and ate a lot of fresh seafood. The highlight of the trip is always the carnivals and fireworks. This year, when we got back to the house after the fireworks, we were still pretty energetic from all of the excitement, and my Mom opened a bottle of wine. She knows that I went out to a bar with my friends on my 21st birthday, but we have this inside joke where I've always been the perfect daughter who would never drink or do anything bad. She offered me a glass of wine and I pretended like it was my first drink of alcohol ever. I had actually never had wine before, just beer and mixed drinks, so the wine was actually a weird adjustment. I didn't like it at first, but it was fun playing along with my Mom's joke.

We spent the night talking about what's been going on in my life over the past year. I live in the dorms and I get busy with everything during the school year so my Mom and I don't get to catch up as much as we want. After a while of sharing pretty much every detail of my life, I realized that all of our conversations are always about me and my life. I asked my Mom how she's been, and if she was getting used to living alone without my Dad in the picture. She said that their divorce was the best thing for her, and even though her and my Dad split amicably, I could tell when he left that she was happier.

My Mom took out her phone to show me some guys she matched with on a few different apps and we spent at least an hour laughing at the messages some of the desperate and creepy guys sent her. We joked about double dating together and how hilariously awkward it would be if we both went out to bar to try to meet people. We were just buzzed enough to believe that it would be actually good idea, while at the same time knowing that we weren't really in any condition to go out. We decided to keep drinking and looking through each other's dating profiles.

When she found some messages this girl and I had been sending to each other, my Mom started teasing me about the "College Lesbian Phase" cliche and asked me how many girls I'd gone out with. I asked her how many girls she went out with when she was my age, and she said none officially, but she still had her own phase. I started teasing her about how maybe my Dad ruined everything for her and that she was destined to lez out for her entire life. She responded by saying that she wondered about that too, but then melodramatically started going on about how I would have never been born. She gave me a big overdramatic hug while kissing me on the cheek over and over while saying she wouldn't have been able to live without me. We were laughing and then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. We laughed and kissed each other on the lips again quickly, and then we had that weird drunk pause when you know you're probably going to regret what you do next, but we kissed again, slowly this time, and she held my cheek and slid her tongue into my mouth. We made out for a minute before catching our breath and we stared at each other in shock for a few seconds.

I was confused but I was honestly also a little turned on. We look very similar to each other so maybe I'm biased, but I've always thought my Mom was very pretty. After we kissed we just kind of sat on the couch face to face and she took my hand and then rubbed my arms and kissed me again. It was slow and a little drunkenly sloppy, but it felt as good as any kiss I've ever had. I sort of gasped and pulled back a bit when I felt her hand on my chest, but she pulled my hand up to her chest and we felt each other up for a minute. She put her hand under my bra and I know I was blushing because I've always been embarrassed that my boobs are a lot smaller than hers, but she told me they were perfect and we made out for a little while longer until she took her top off and started to undress me.

We didn't talk much while this was happening. We giggled and blushed and kissed, and I don't think I realized how serious this was becoming until I was laying naked on the couch with my Mom on top of me. I covered my mouth when she put her fingers inside me and I was shocked at how wet I was. She licked my nipples while she fingered me and I tried to stop thinking about how fucked up this situation was. Somehow she knew I was struggling to hold back when she went down on me, and she told me it was okay to cum. I covered my face again while I orgasmed from her licking my clit, and after I caught my breath she asked if I wanted to go down on her too. I still wasn't thinking clearly and I figured we had gone this far already, so I said yes.

My Mom held my hair while I licked her pussy, and it was like we were still playing that game where we pretended I was a good daughter who never did anything bad. It wasn't the first time I'd gone down on a girl, and my Mom pretended to be surprised by what I could do with my tongue. When she came, she pulled my head tightly against her, and the combination of the aftertaste from the wine and her own juices was so incredibly hot to me.

After she finished cumming, she pulled me up to lay on top of her and we kissed again, tasting ourselves in each other's mouths, and pretended to shyly giggle about what we just did. When we woke up in the morning, I thought we might have to have a serious conversation, but she made me breakfast and asked what I wanted to do today. I said I thought we were supposed to talk about last night and figure out what it meant, and she just laughed and told me it was our own little "Cape Lesbian Phase." We didn't need to think too seriously about anything, and most importantly, our vacation wasn't over yet.