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Grace adjusted her position on the blanket she'd halfheartedly tossed onto the grass, her bottom and spine aching from sitting in the same pose for so long. She took a sip of her screwdriver, her second one of the evening. Beside her sat her mother, who was nursing a glass of whiskey. The sun had already set, but the last rays of light still illuminated their lawn and turned the sky a bright orange. Cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees around them. They'd left their phones and other electronics in the house in favor of spending some quality time together. Alyssa had been busy for the past few weeks working on an article, and Grace had a neverending stream of college work. Even though they lived in the same house, sometimes they lived completely separate lives. Evenings like this were a rare treasure.
Grace leaned against her mother's side with a sigh. "I think I'm going to be sad when summer is over. The cicadas help me sleep."
Alyssa wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "Well, we'll just have to find something to help you sleep until next summer."
She jokingly raised her drink, and Alyssa chuckled to herself. Grace took another sip before speaking again, her words running together a bit. "Can you finally tell me about the article you were working on?"
She shook her head. "It's boring, trust me. Lots of digging and investigating just for nothing interesting to come of it. But people are going to read it regardless so…"
"I'll read it."
"I know."
Grace huddled closer to her mother, the chill of the evening air beginning to set in as the sky turned dark. The alcohol took the edge off, but she still shivered a bit.
"We need to put some meat on your bones, honey," Alyssa said. "Get on my lap."
Grace obeyed, sitting on her mother's thighs. Their bare skin, covered only by thin pairs of shorts, touched, and she could feel the heat of Alyssa's skin. A hand trailed its way onto her knee. She pretended not to notice.
Alyssa was always touchy (moreso when she had alcohol in her system). Grace had been raised with a hand constantly on her body somewhere—on her shoulder, her arm, between her thighs…She couldn't imagine a life where she felt touch-starved. This was embarrassing to admit, but that played a huge part in her decision to attend a nearby college instead of a more prestigious one a few hours away. A mama's girl, through and through.
Grace finished her drink in silence. She set the glass off to the side and looked up at the sky to admire what few stars had begun to appear. "Sky's pretty tonight."
"Not the only thing that's pretty," Alyssa slurred.
Grace's face turned hot. "Mom, you can't even see my face."
"I don't have to be looking at your face to think you're pretty, honey." The arm around her waist tightened, and Alyssa's lips found their way to the back of her neck.
"Mom, we're outside!" she hissed, anxiety tightening in her chest.
"No one can see us from the road. Besides, if someone came over, we'd see their headlights." Alyssa set down her drink and slid her hands up Grace's tank top, massaging her breasts. "Come onnn. I don't want to get up."
Grace blinked, her head too foggy to think of another lame excuse. She moaned low in her throat as Alyssa pinched at her nipples. "Well, I'm not getting naked."
"You already know we don't have to get naked to have some fun."
Grace squeaked as her mother dumped her onto the blanket and climbed on top of her. Their lips immediately met in a bitter-tasting kiss, the smell of alcohol filling her nostrils. She looped her arms around her and unclipped Alyssa's bun to free her favorite handhold. She kissed her mother deeply, and she responded in kind, practically devouring Grace's lips. The alcohol made her movements sloppy, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. She was rewarded with a thigh slotted between hers, rhythmically pulsing against her center with impossible accuracy to her little bundle of nerves. She tilted her head back with a moan, and Alyssa took the opportunity to kiss and nip at her neck. Heat pooled in her groin, spurred on her mother grasping her hands and pinning them above her head.
"You're prettiest when you're under me," she purred. "Looking up at me all flustered and cute."
Grace's eyebrows pinched together as her mother shifted to sit on her lap, the momentary pressure on her hands painful. Alyssa smoothed the hurt away and gave her an apologetic kiss for good measure. She rocked their hips together. "Since someone is scared of getting naked," she teased.
Grace groaned low in her throat. She bucked her hips what little she could, her body hot and needy and her head spinning like a top. "Mom…" she gasped.
"I'm right here, baby." Alyssa panted, rubbing their centers together feverishly. Her breasts bounced under her shirt, and Grace silently cursed the fact that her hands were restrained. She settled for appreciating the view, along with the way her mother's hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and the soft O her lips formed as she huffed quick, needy breaths. Her anxiety over being watched oozed away like a river of molasses.
"Mom!" Grace grunted, her walls clenching and her clit jumping. Her hips stuttered as she came, her head swimming with yet another drug. Alyssa continued rocking their hips together, taking her daughter all the way from bliss to overstimulation, until she finally released with a short cry.
The two of them lay still for a moment, panting and gathering themselves. Grace whined as Alyssa eased up off of her and sat on her knees to the side, her hand finding its way to Grace's hair. Grace hummed as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Why don't we go inside, honey? Where we can get naked in privacy."
Grace immediately shot up, unsteady and dizzy as she took her mother's outstretched hand.