The tan before the wedding Part Two

Three weeks had passed - three weeks of us wondering if the same thing would happen again. Once again it was a Saturday afternoon, and once again it began with my wife-to-be, S, having a bath. Then she called her mother once more for the tan to be applied.

As soon as her mother appeared in the bathroom, S knew it was going to be a repeat of before. This time her mother was in a dressing gown, and when she took it off, underneath she was completely naked. "Don't want to get any tan on my clothes," said her mother. Now my wife-to-be had seen her mother naked before - but this was clearly going to be something different. Her tits were large like her daughter's, but inevitably they hung down more (the effect of being 47 years old and not 20). But already her nipples were hard and erect, as if in anticipation.

Once again she began painting her daughter with the little sponge - beginning at the back of the neck, and working down the back, over the butt (carefully painting each cheek - and this time pulling them apart slightly (revealing S's butt-hole) to miss no part at all).

Then it was down the back of the legs to the ankles. Now it was the turn of the front - the front of the neck, the front of the shoulders, and the arms. And then on to the tits. Already looking slightly tanned from three weeks ago, her mother carefully applied the tan to each part of her pert breasts - taking special care around the areolae and nipples. As she did it this time, it seemed she was more bold, squeezing the nipples gently between her fingers, to make sure the tan was applied evenly.


Then on to the tummy - young and smooth, around the belly button, and down the sides to the hips. Then on to the legs as before, beginning at the ankles and working upwards over the knees, to the thighs. Making her daughter open her legs wide, her mother carefully applied the tan to the inner thighs, right up to the top of the legs. As she painted the tops of the thighs with the sponge, so her hand kept brushing her daughter's pussy lips.

This time my wife-to-be (suspecting what was to come and ready for the wedding) had been for a bikini wax, and only had a thin strip of hair above her lips. Those lips were glistening with fluid, as her mother put down the sponge, rinsed her hands, and then begin to gently stroke them. Once again she pulled apart her daughter's outer lips, to reveal the juicy inner lips, the already hardening clit, and the small hole leading into her vagina. Her mother's fingers worked their way round each piece of anatomy, sliding in and out of the wet vaginal opening, caressing her daughter's clit as best she could. Moving behind her daughter this time, she had one hand on her large tits while the other was in the pussy.

But unlike last time, my wife-to-be reaching orgasm was not to be the end. "Would you like to do the same for your mum?" she asked her, and taking her daughter's hand, she guided it down to her pussy. Much hairier than her daughter's, the inner lips poking out of the outer lips (after two children), it was the first time S had touched her mother's pussy for 20 years - since she came out of that hole! - and never in this way. Her mother was very damp, and finding the clit, it didn't take long for her mother to reach orgasm - letting out a sound that she had never before heard her mother make - a cross between a cry and a whimper.

Then her mother put on her dressing-gown, and left the bathroom, going upstairs to where her husband (my wife-to-be's stepfather) was. As my wife-to-be left the house to come round and see me, she could hear sounds of heavy breathing from upstairs. No prizes for guessing what was taking place!!