I've been writing about the summer vacation I (22) took with my Mom (49) and it's been so much fun to share with you all! Here's what happened next on our vacation together.

After the night my Mom and I spent together playing with all the toys we got from the sex shop, we went back to our normal routine for a few days. We did normal tourist stuff in Cape Cod, and spent a lot of time at the beach near the cottage we were staying at. Behind closed doors though, there was still a lot of lingering tension. We brushed hands in the narrow hallways of the cottage, cuddled on the couch at night while watching movies, and blushed at each other as we each came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. At night I thought about the things my Mom and I had been doing together, and I wondered if by crossing these lines we altered our relationship forever. I still loved my Mom, but it felt so weird and wrong to want her and to want to feel wanted by her. I would get angry at myself for getting wet at the thought of what she did to me with the strap-on, and from thinking about the way I used my tongue on her.

My Mom has always had great style, and after our first two encounters, she took a greater interest in helping me choose my outfits for the day. We always gave each other fashion advice, and were honest with each other about what worked. One morning I asked for her thoughts on a dress, and she asked me to model a couple different ones for her in my bedroom. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was something we had always done, even before we hooked up for the first time. The first was a yellow sundress, and she complimented how well it contrasted with my dark brown hair. She's always said that yellow is my color, but I prefer white or teal. I modeled a few more for her, but she said she was more interested in watching me change.

I blushed and honestly it turned me on to know that she was still thinking of me like that. I lowered the straps of the yellow sundress and let it fall to the floor, and I stood before my Mom in just my bra and panties. She told me that with it being summer and me having A-cups anyway, there was no need to wear a bra with these dresses. I took it off and tried on the next dress for her. She complimented the way the dress fit and especially liked the way it hugged tightly to the shape of my body. I said I felt like a slut and she laughed and asked if that was a bad thing. I laughed again and tried on the teal dress. It was flowy and comfortable, and I said that this was the one. My Mom approved and stood up to feel the fabric, and she pulled me close to her so that her thigh was between my legs. I took a deep breath and looked up at her, and after a moment, she asked if I wanted to go shopping with her.

We drove to target and did some of our usual shopping. It wasn't really that busy, considering most people were either at the beach or doing touristy things. We smelled the scented candles and looked through the swimsuits on sale, and my Mom said we should try on some summer dresses. We helped each other pick out some cute dresses and went into separate dressing rooms. We talked through our changing and met each other outside the fitting rooms to grade each other's choices. My Mom always chose the perfect dresses to highlight her chest and I blushed trying not to stare at her We went back into our fitting rooms and as I was putting on my next dress, I heard the door handle move and my Mom entered and quickly shut the door.

I gasped and loudly whispered at her, asking what she was doing. She just said, "Shh," and put her finger over my lip. She leaned down and kissed me, and my legs felt weak as I had been wanting this for days. I remembered where we were and I pulled away and again loudly whispered that we couldn't be doing this here, and she just told me that we could if we were quiet. She kissed me again and slid her tongue into my mouth, and I moved my hands up her body for a full handful of her perfect boobs. She turned me around to face the mirror, and then she lifted my dress up and moved my panties to the side so she could slide her fingers into my already wet pussy. I gasped again and she put her hand over my mouth while she fingered me. I panted and breathed heavily into my Mom's hand, and she whispered into my ear saying things like she couldn't wait any longer to fuck me, and that she was going to make me cum right there inside the store.

I couldn't help myself from moaning while she fingered me harder and faster, and then she kissed my neck and whispered, "Be a good girl and be quiet." I nodded and my Mom knelt down behind me and started licking my pussy. I took a deep breath as my Mom put her face between my ass, licking my holes and I covered my own mouth this time, trying everything I could think of to avoid making noise. The mirror fogged up from my breath, but I could still see my Mom's reflection in it, the outline of her body kneeling behind me. She continued to finger me as she licked me, and eventually I couldn't hold it inside any longer and I came hard right there in the fitting room. My legs buckled and I grabbed the railing to stay on my feet, and I just stood with my face against the mirror while I caught my breath.

My Mom stood up and turned me around to face her, and she kissed me long and sloppily. I looked up at her kind of dazed, blushing as reality began to set in. I almost panicked, wondering if anyone had heard us. What were we going to do, I asked her. She slowly put her fingers against my lips and into my mouth, letting me taste myself. She told me that we would just do what we came here to do. We'd buy some dresses and shop. We got changed back into our clothes and I peeked outside the dressing room, hoping that no one was there. We exited quickly and I couldn't help but constantly look around for anyone who might have known what we did.

I wanted to leave but my Mom insisted on staying to shop more. I walked around nervously with her, and she began to get more bold as we walked around the store together. While we looked at the swimsuits, my Mom asked me very casually if I came better from fingers or tongue, and I know that a few women nearby heard her say that. I sheepishly walked to another rack and my Mom came up behind me and put her hand up my dress and squeezed my ass. I told her that we couldn't, and she laughed and asked why not. She asked me what I would have liked to do to her in the dressing room, and I didn't want to answer, but since she persisted, I told her that I wanted to go down on her too. She laughed again and said that would be a little wild for the middle of the swimwear section of Target, but she told me she wanted me to put my fingers in her pussy and then suck on them right there in front of her. I blushed and hesitated and when those women walked away, I stood close to her like we were looking at the rack together, and since I'm shorter than her, it wasn't hard to discreetly slide a finger up her dress and feel her. I looked at her and put my finger in my mouth, and then my Mom laughed again and pointed at something above me. I looked up and nearly screamed when I saw that we were standing right underneath a security camera. I walked away quickly and my Mom followed me laughing to herself as we approached the checkout line.

We paid for our things and drove back to the cottage. In the car, I asked her why she came into my dressing room and she said because she wanted to, and she knew I wanted it too. I asked her how she knew what I wanted, and she said that a mother just always knows. I think she was right.