Kayaking

I’m Blue….

I’ve always enjoyed being in the great outdoors, and have had this love for as long as I can remember. One particular outdoor passion is kayaking, which I still actively pursue, over the years. I enjoy it so much and the fact that that I am in the hot summer sun in a bikini.

When I was a teenager, my family use to kayak camp. Our multiple days trips took us into the wilderness with no other people around us. I grew up thinking that it was normal to spend summer weekends sleeping in a tent with my mom. I sept with my mother during the week and my dad would joining us on the weekends.

It all started on the days without dad, mom and I would sun bath topless and chat endlessing about everything. Our pleasant chats bonded us into girlfriends and not as mom and daughter. I don’t specifically recall it, however I did. Innocently and wistfully I stated, “I hope my breasts grow up to be like yours.” Mom rolled onto her side to face me.

She ran her eyes down to my chest, and honestly said, “I think your breasts will be beautiful when you grow up. Heck, they’re already beautiful!” My young breasts were swelling out from my chest like the two halves of a small peach, and their untanned paleness was nicely contrasted by enticing caps of smooth, dusky pink areolas and nipples.

“No they’re not. They’re too small,” I said dejectedly, just like what most of my friends have said about them.

“Sure they are! They’ve already got a beautiful shape. Look at how they’re bulging out,” mom said to encourage me. They were beautiful. After a couple of minutes about talking about my breasts my nipples started to stick out.

Mom would periodically admire my young breasts. Partially, I was admiring their intrinsic beauty. And partially I was voyeuristically admiring the sensuousness of her delicious nudity in front of me. My nipples were now jetting out. With a mischievously reached over, mom reached over to fondle my nearest breast. for a little fondle. My body’s autonomous response to being touched. Then about a minute mom surprised me by sucking my nipple. Her hand went hover my bikini clad pussy, giving me a quick retaliatory squeeze with a “Gotcha!” before releasing me.

We lay there chatting for another ten minutes or so. Then mom decided that I needed to go cool off. Pulling off her bikini bottoms she asked. “Are you going skinny-dipping?”

“Yup,” I responded.

That night mom and I shared our sleeping bags and every camping trip since. Today my breasts are bigger than moms.