Nekkid Weekend
by Winter

"Bye mommy!" Floof waved happily. "Bye Resa!"

The kitten grabbed his fully laden backpack and tugged it out the door. Halfway down the steps he hesitated, then ran back inside and flung himself into his mother's arms, squeezing her waist tightly as he buried his head underneath her breasts. Teresa smiled as she watched her brother's tail wag happily behind him. Floof had picked up a lot of puppy-like behaviour from his canine best friend, Julian.

"Gonna miss ya."

"Me too, sweetie-floof. Be good." He nodded eagerly, making her blouse wobble. "Make sure you listen to the counsellors. And no streaking unless they say it's okay to go skinny-dipping."

"Okay. You already said."

"Yes, but you know you sometimes forget things like that." He nodded again, and Teresa giggled at the ensuing bounce. "Come out from under there."

Floof took a step back, and Hannah knelt down to kiss his cheek. Teresa leaned in to kiss the other, just as there was another honk from outside. With one more wave the boy was off, straining and huffing as he dragged his pack towards the car. Teresa and her mother watched him get strapped into the car seat next to his friend, both boys already chatting animatedly. Most likely, Teresa thought, about their upcoming camp life, though no one could ever know for sure what randomness would pour out of two five-year-old minds. She and her mother shared a smile and a wave with Julian's father, before he got into the car and drove away.

"What did he pack?" Teresa asked as she closed the door behind them. "Half his room?"

"I was afraid to ask. I made sure he's got clothes and toiletries. The rest, nobody knows." Hannah smiled and shook her head. "I've never seen a Kånken that bloated."

"Like one'a them puffer fishes." Teresa giggled. She then whooped and spun around, pumping her fist in the air. "Girl party! Yay!"

"Girl party!" Hannah agreed, meeting Teresa's high-five. "So what are we doing, now that it's just us ladies?"

"I know what I'm doing."

With that, the cat girl whipped off her t-shirt and danced her way into the living room. She tried shaking and jumping, and it irked her somewhat that she failed to make much of a jiggle. Her breasts had begun to grow just a couple of weeks ago, but even though she was immensely proud of them, she still wished she had more of her mother's bountiful bounce. As it was, she could easily cover her bumps entirely with the palms of her hands, and the nipples just barely showed through her light grey chest fur. Hannah just shook her head, smiling at her daughter's antics.

"So you want a topless weekend, then?"

"No..." Teresa sat down on the couch. Suddenly she felt fidgety, and she didn't meet her mother's eyes. "I mean, yeah, but... you know... not really, no."

"You're not making any sense, hon." Hannah sat down as well, but when she ruffled Teresa's short, light brown hair, the girl jumped. "Resa, what's wrong."

"Nuthin'..."

"Pretty tense over nothing."

"Just nervous. I don' wanna make you mad."

"I don't get mad easily, you know that." Teresa nodded, biting her lip. "So, let it out before you spill it."

"Now you're not makin' any sense."

"You can tell me anything, Resa-love. Don't be scared of me."

"Okay." Teresa got up from the couch, then sank to her knees in front of her mother. With a sigh she leaned her head against Hannah's knee, then took several deep breaths to calm her nerves. When she finally spoke, the words tumbled out so fast her tongue almost tripped over them. "I don' wanna topless weekend. I wanna make it a full out butt nekkid weekend."

* * * * * *

The thought had been growing inside Teresa's head for a while by then, ever since that day when she came home from camp, happy to show off her newfound maturity for the world to see. But her father and older brother had been so pernickety about it that she hadn't tried anything after that. Well, nothing more than traipsing about in the morning wearing nothing but panties and a halter top. But that barely counted since nothing really showed. They were such prudes!

She knew that her mother wouldn't mind if she were naked as long as she stayed inside the house; after all, they often changed and showered together at the swimming pool or when they went to the gym. And Floof... well, Floof was Floof. The kitten was so casual when it came to his own nudity that he probably wouldn't even bat an eye if he were to see his sister parading in the altogether.

At night, alone in her room, Teresa often stripped down and walked around pretending that she was downstairs with her family, and maybe some of her friends as well. It was both fun and a bit naughty, and she found that she liked the feeling of nakedness. There was a full-length dress mirror next to her closet, and she often stood in front of it and studied herself. After that initial growth spurt at summer camp, her breasts had been developing slowly, and lower down there had been no changes at all. Even with a magnifying glass she couldn't find any dark strands in her light grey fur, nothing to indicate the beginning of a pubic bush.

Then, when her father had announced that he was going to take Ethan on a trip to visit college campuses, the same day as Floof's pre-schooler summer camp began, she had made up her mind to ask her mother if she could be an indoor naturist. As the day drew near, though, another thought made itself heard in the back of her mind. What if they both could...?

Teresa had always liked seeing Hannah naked, but it hadn't really been a big deal. Just her and mom, changing or showering together. After her own body began to mature, though, she had become more and more curious to see all of her mother again. Maybe even take a closer look. But after the Topless Dinner there had been no such opportunity. Until now.

* * * * * *

"Butt naked?" Hannah asked, and Teresa nodded eagerly. "You want to be naked all weekend?"

"Well..." Teresa's voice failed, and she had to try and remember how to breathe. Her ears lay flat to her head, and her cheeks burned so hot she felt sure her blush could be seen even through her cheek fur. "Uhm..."

"Honey?"

"Iwanyoutabenekkidtoo."

"Say again?"

"Too!"

"Resa, please breathe! Baby-girl, you're gonna fall over." Hannah leaned forward and hugged Teresa to her. The cat girl could feel her mother's hands rub her back, soft round breasts pressed against her own barely budding chest, her cheek nuzzled in a soothing, maternal caress. All of which did nothing to stop her mind from overheating. "Just calm down and tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong," Teresa croaked out once she had herself at least somewhat under control. "Sorry, I just spazzed out."

"Stay here." Hannah sat her down on the couch while she herself got up and left the room. She returned a minute later holding a tall glass. "Drink this."

The water had ice in it, and the cold helped Teresa's fevered mind settle down. In long, steady gulps she drained the glass, then she chewed up the ice cubes as well. Feeling a lot better, she leaned against the backrest and hiccupped. Hannah smiled, and Teresa let out a giggle.

"Good girl," Hannah said, sitting down right next to her daughter, laying an arm across her shoulders. They sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the closeness. "Right, now try again. What was it you wanted to say?"

"Well, I was... I was thinkin', and I wanted to ask... well, it's something I wanted to say for a while, but I was kinda nervous to. Anyway, so, here goes." Teresa took a deep breath, turned around so that she could look her mother in the eyes. All she could see in Hannah was kindness and love, which made it easy for her to speak from her heart. "I have to pee."

* * * * * *

"That's not what I meant to say," Teresa huffed. "Stop laughing at me."

"Kitten, I'm not laughing at you, it's just..." Hannah tried to fight back a smile, but failed. Her daughter's pout caused her to chuckle. "The way you said it."

"You are laughing! You're a meanie. And don't call me kitten, I'm almost twelve."

"Eleven and a half, sweetie."

"Eleven and seven months!"

"Minus six days."

"Hmph!"

"Don't be mad, Resa-love."

Once she had come back from her dash to the bathroom, Teresa had sat down as far away from her mother as the couch allowed. Now she even turned away from Hannah, her back straight and her arms crossed over her chest. Smiling to herself, Hannah started edging closer, every bit of movement met with another huff or even a hiss. Soon she was close enough to reach out and lightly poke at Teresa's arm.

"Please, sweetie. Don't be mad at mommy." Another huff. "Please, Kitten?"

"Hmph!"

"Baby girl? Mommy's little angel?"

"Sss!"

"Mommy's big girl, then?" There was no reply, but no huff or hiss either. "Mommy's darling who grows bigger every day. With boobs and all..."

One more poke, that was all it took. Teresa tried to sound annoyed, but her snort became a giggle. She spun around, and pounced. The two of them fell off the couch and rolled around on the floor, trying to pin each other down. Teresa could tell that her mother wasn't trying very hard to win, and she ended up on top. They grinned at each other, then Teresa leaned down and kissed her mother on the nose.

"Give!"

"Never!"

Teresa snarled, but that turned into a squeal when Hannah began to tickle her sides. Reduced to a squirming mess, she rolled off and tried to get away, but Hannah was quicker. This time it was Teresa who got pinned down. She didn't really mind, though. The view from down there was quite nice. Hannah's blouse had lost a couple of buttons in the wrestling match, and now Teresa could almost see a nipple. The distraction made her forget to fight back, and she ended up straddled.

"Give?"

"I give."

"Good." Hannah leaned down and kissed her daughter on the lips, and Teresa could swear that she lingered a little bit longer than usual. Maybe just a fraction of a second. It was enough to make her heart flutter. "If I let you up, will you stop fighting?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "I said I give."

"You did, but you're a sneaky little kitten. I never really know what's gonna happen with you. C'mon, let's get up."

Hannah stood up, then took Teresa's hand and helped her to her feet. To Teresa's slight chagrin, she rearranged her blouse before she sat down again and patted the couch seat right next to her. They sat in silence for a while, then Teresa leaned her head on her mother's shoulder.

"I do wanna be butt nekkid all weekend," she began, this time with only a little bit of a tremble in her voice. Her cheeks still burned, though. "But that's not all. I want... I want you to be nekkid, too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Come on, mom, it'll be fun. If we go shopping today, then we don't have to wear nothin' all weekend."

"Sounds like you've planned this out."

"Uh-huh. With all the boys gone..."

"Girl party?"

"Yay!"

"I suppose we could. I was a holiday naturist once upon a time, way back before Eth was born. Your dad and I used to..."

"Whoa, hey! Way TMI, mom!" Teresa jumped off the couch, shaking her head vigorously while she made stop signs with her hands. "I don't wanna know about that!"

"Well, you're the one who wants us to get naked."

"Us, yeah, not dad! How could he be a naturist when he's such a prude?"

"Just because he tries to keep you and Floofie clothed doesn't mean he's prudish." Hannah smiled, and Teresa saw that all-too-familiar remembrance of things past look in her mother's eyes. "Back in our teen years, he was pretty wild and daring. Once we..."

"Mom, you're scaring me to death and scarring me for life. Stop it."

"So you want me to get naked, but I can't even talk about your dad doing..." Teresa shut her eyes and clasped her hands over her ears. "Now who's being prudish?"

"I'm not! I'm the one who wants to be an indoor naturist. I just don' wanna think about boys being nekkid."

"You don't seem to mind when Floof is in his streaking moods."

"He's just a little guy, so he's excused. But grown-up boys, that's just... brr!" She shook, almost as if her fur had been wet. "Mommy, I need to bleach my brain now."

"Go find your shirt, sweetie," Hannah said, patting Teresa's butt before she could scamper away. "Then let's go shopping. We need to stock up on food for a few days."

"And snacks!"

"And snacks."

"And soda."

"Can't be housebound without fizz."

"Ice cream?"

"Maybe."

"New vidya games?"

"Don't push your luck, kitten."

* * * * * *

The two cats left the grocery store, each carrying a fully loaded paper bag. Trailing along behind them was one of the bagging boys, a teenaged mouse lad not much taller than Teresa, balancing two more bags. The three of them helped load the trunk of Hannah's car, then she slipped the boy a generous tip.

"Thanks, ma'am. Miss." He smiled at them both. "Having a party tonight?"

"Yup," Hannah said, then winked at her daughter. "A girl party."

"Girl party!" Teresa echoed. "Yay!"

Back home it took them two trips from the garage before they had brought in their haul, but soon the fridge, freezer and pantry were stocked for their indoor weekend. As naturists. The thought made Teresa feel giddy in a way she hadn't really expected. She had been looking forward to this, but the closer it came to actually happen, the more impatient she grew. When the last of the groceries was put away, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started tugging. To her utter dismay, Hannah grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"Mom?"

"Wait a second, sweetie. Let's sit down and talk for a minute."

"You... you haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"No, love, so stop pouting. I just wanted to make sure you really want to do this."

"Of course, I was the one who suggested it." She huffed, not understanding why there had to be a delay. "Besides, we've seen each other nekkid before, so it's no biggie."

"Yes, but that was in a different setting." Hannah sat down on a kitchen chair and pointed her daughter to another one. Teresa, however, chose to sit in her mother's lap. "In a locker room or a communal shower, being naked is a necessity. What we're doing now is by choice. Because we want to be naked. Do you understand the difference?"

"Not really." Teresa pulled her mother's arm around her and started running her fingers through Hannah's cheek fur. They were both the same light grey, and Teresa remembered doing this when she was younger, marvelling then as she did now at how the strands of their fur seemed to blend together. "But I wanna do it. By choice. Like that time we took our tops off for dinner."

"That was a prank."

"I thought Eth was gonna shit a brick!" Teresa giggled, then immediately switched into a quite passable imitation of her mother. "Watch your mouth, kitten, no bad language in my house."

"You little imp." With a smile, Hannah pulled her daughter closer and kissed her forehead. "Okay, if you're sure, then you're sure. But go to your room to change, don't just scatter your clothes everywhere."

"Really?"

"Really. Let's do this, kitten."

"Fuckin' yeah!" Teresa yelled as she jumped to her feet and dashed out of the kitchen. She was halfway up the stairs before she called back. "Language!"

Chuckling to herself, Hannah stood up and walked at a more leisurely pace towards the master bedroom. Why do they grow up so fast? she thought to herself as she started unbuttoning her blouse. Why can't they stay kittens forever?

* * * * * *

Once inside her room, Teresa wasted no time. She hurriedly yanked off her shirt and pants, then hopped on one foot while she struggled to pull her sock off. Just as the uncooperative garment finally let go, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and burst out laughing. She really, really looked silly bouncing around like a feline pogo stick. Moving up close, she stuck her tongue out at her reflection.

"You call that bein' hip? Bleh!" She turned around, dropped her panties and slapped the side of her bare butt. "That's hip!"

Turning back to face the mirror, she was glad to see that her reflection didn't seem offended. Rather, she found that it looked quite naughty, all naked. Kind of sexy, even. Still no pubic fur, though, she thought as she rubbed the downy light grey fur on her mound. Without really meaning to, she then let her fingers move lower until they reached the hood of her clitoris. The touch made her twitch, and she drew in a quick breath that almost sounded like a hiss. Funny. It wasn't usually this sensitive. She tried again, this time more gently. That felt better. Really quite good.

Teresa knew all about those parts of her body, of course. She was almost twelve, after all! Sex ed class in school had covered the whats and wheres, while a birds-and-the-bees talk with mom had covered the hows and whys. But knowing about wasn't the same as actually knowing. She had tried touching herself in a sexy way a couple of times, but it hadn't felt right. There hadn't been those nice, warm feelings her mother had talked about, just a lot of rubbing until it almost hurt. At the time, she had given up and decided to practice again some other day. But this was different.

To start with, her clitty as Hannah had called it during their talk, felt bigger than usual. Not by much, but definitely a little bit swollen. Teresa remembered her mother's warning that touching it directly might hurt, so she kept running her fingers up and down the sides of the hood. In the mirror she could see the clitoris itself peeking in and out, out and in, and she could also see that her mouth was hanging open, her tongue lolling out. Her mirror image looked flustered, chest heaving, ears lying flat against her head. She let out a whimper, and then she had to stop. This time it felt too good. Scary good.

Her fingers were damp when she looked at them, and there was an unfamiliar scent in the room. Not an unpleasant one, but it made her head spin. She hurried to the bathroom to wash her hands and, blushing furiously, use a wet wipe to clean between her legs. What had just happened? She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, but it seemed to have no answer either. Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down, she suddenly remembered why she had come upstairs in the first place. Mom was probably already waiting downstairs. Naked!

With a squeal, she turned on her heel and ran towards the stairs.

* * * * * *

She took the steps two at a time, until she caught sight of her mother. Hannah stood in the doorway to the living room, with her back to Teresa, tail swishing lazily behind her bare butt. Bare, as in naked. Teresa's eyes widened, and staring caused her to miss the last step and stumble. Only her cattish reflexes stopped her from crashing headfirst into the wall, but even they couldn't keep her from crashing headfirst into her mother's backside. Hannah let out a grunt, then a gasp as Teresa threw her arms around her to stop herself from falling. One hand landed harmlessly on her slightly chubby stomach, while the other clasped a soft, round breast.

"Whoa there! Steady as she goes, milove," Hannah laughed. "I knew you were excited about Naked Weekend, but..."

"Sorry, mom," Teresa mumbled, her face still squashed against her mother's left buttock. She stood up on shaky feet, keeping her grip around Hannah. "I tripped, I didn't mean to... to..."

"...kiss my butt and honk my boob?"

"Yeah," Teresa giggled. Then she realised what her mother had said and where her hands were, and her face froze. She hesitated for a brief moment, then she let go and jumped back. "Eep!"

"Calm down, honey, it was just an accident."

"Mom, I'm so sorry," Teresa whimpered, blushing so hard she thought she might catch fire. "I didn't mean, I just tripped an'... omigosh..."

"Deep breaths, Resa. Do you need another glass of water?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I'm fine."

Hannah smiled, then did the only thing she could think of to stop her daughter's ramblings. She leaned in and kissed Teresa on the lips. A second passed, then another, and finally the girl stopped babbling. A contented sigh turned into a whimper, then Teresa began to kiss back. Lips moved against lips, arms flung around waists. But when Hannah felt the tip of Teresa's tongue begin to pry for entrance, she backed away. The girl tried to follow, but their lips parted and the kiss came to an end.

Teresa felt warm, frustrated, confused, dizzy and loved. All at once in a jumble of emotions that she couldn't even begin to sort out. Instead she sat down right then and there, on the hall carpet. Only now, she found herself staring right at Hannah's dark pubic bush. Her poor, overworked mind caved in, and she flopped onto her back, tail twitching.

"Wow," she panted. "Mom, I could use that glass of water now."

* * * * * *

At Hannah's insistence, the icy drink was followed by a cold shower. Once she had dried herself and brushed her fur, Teresa felt much better. She could think again, and that strange urge to touch herself was mostly gone. As she walked back downstairs, not running this time, she could hear the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Mom must have turned it on, she mused with a smile and a happy tail swish. Always so caring.

She found Hannah in the living room, watching some afternoon show with the sound turned down so low that even the canned laughter was barely audible. The sight of her mother, sitting naked on the couch, made Teresa's heart thump a little faster, but she didn't react as wildly as she had before. Instead she sat down next to her, then scooted closer until they were hip to hip, thigh to thigh, and she leaned her head against her mother's shoulder. Hannah's hair, longer than hers and a slightly darker shade of brown, tickled her whiskers and made her nose twitch.

"Looking better."

"Much better," Teresa replied. "Sorry for being such a frazzlehead."

"No worries. I just wish I had known, so I could have prepared you."

"Known what?"

"You're my first baby girl, and I remember it happened to me when I was almost fifteen, so I thought we'd have at least a couple of years before it was your turn."

"What are you talking about? Is this a kinda sex talk thing?"

"Kinda," Hannah agreed with a smile. "Also, it's a cat thing."

"Like in a cat, cat thing or a cat, people thing?"

"Both, in a way." Hannah turned off the television and leaned back on the couch. Teresa followed and ended up with her head rested between her mother's arm and chest. "You know we're descended from feral cats, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you know that feral cats have something called being on heat?"

"Uhm..."

"Okay. It's when a female's body is ready to make a baby. She gets, let's say kind of crazy with lust for a male to impregnate her."

"Like, having sex."

"Yep. Us cat people don't get that, but just when a young girl is entering puberty she can get a little bit... overheated."

"Oh."

"I remember when it happened to me, I was almost literally climbing the walls. At night I couldn't sleep, and part of me wanted to get up on the roof and yowl at the moon."

"That's so funny!"

"Sounds funny now, but a nuisance back then."

"So I'll go off the rails again?"

"Maybe. Or maybe that was it, just a bit of frazzle."

"Is that why I wanted to get nekkid? 'Cause I'm crazy with lust?"

"Thinking about being naked probably didn't help you to cool down. Seems like the shower did, though."

"Yeah. I hope I don't freak out like that again."

"How do you feel?"

"Relaxed. Happy." She grinned. "Nekkid."

"Imp." Hannah laughed, then hugged her daughter tighter to her. Teresa's eyes widened as the side of her face was squeezed against her mother's breast, but she managed to keep her head at least somewhat cool. "Something similar happens to boys, too, when their hormones start to set in. I remember Ethan being all flustered because he kept getting erec..."

"No! No, no, no." Teresa shook her head, feeling soft jiggles against her cheek. "I don't wanna know. That's for when you have the sex talk with Floof."

"You know, sweetie, for someone who keeps barging in on your older brother to catch him naked, you're quite prudish about boy bits."

"That's just to piss him off. I don't really care about his... his..."

"Penis."

"Gesundheit."

"You really need to learn about those, too, you know."

"Not now."

"But since we're already talking about..."

"We're not, you are. I just wanted to know why I freaked out." Teresa scratched her head. "Not that I even asked about that, neither."

"Well, now you know."

"Now I know. Thanks, mom." She kissed Hannah's cheek. "But I really, really don't wanna talk 'bout boys' danglies."

"All right." Hannah returned the kiss. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Monopoly."

"Monopoly?"

"Monopoly!"

* * * * * *

A couple of hours later, Teresa was bouncing around the living room, squealing triumphantly. It had started out as a close battle, but after a couple of lucky rolls she had started to get ahead. Once the outcome became a certainty, Hannah had conceded defeat.

Playing in the nude had been quite the experience. Forgetting that she wasn't wearing a bra or a shirt, every now and then Hannah would reach across the board only to have her bosom demolish houses and hotels, as well as toppling board pieces and scatter her money to the four winds. Whenever this happened Teresa fell over laughing, then the two of them fell to arguing about which pieces had been positioned where.

As soon as Teresa had calmed down and they had cleared away the game, Hannah stretched up and back, yawning. To Teresa, this was a magnificent sight, and she felt some of the wildness from earlier return. Those feelings were doused, however, when Hannah took her hand and pulled her towards the kitchen.

"Come on, kitten, let's get dressed."

"What? But what about Nekkid Weekend?"

"We have to eat, sweetie. And no naked cooking."

"But..."

"You don't want to burn your boobs, Resa. Not ever." She opened a cupboard and peered inside. "Don't worry, it's just aprons. Easy to put on, easy to take off."

"Okay."

"Your dad and I bought some funny ones when we moved in together. Here, you'll love this one."

She handed Teresa a pink apron, fringed with lace, and when she put it on she found that the front read 'I'm naked underneath'. Teresa grinned, then broke into giggles as Hannah put on a blue apron which read on her chest, 'Hey, your eyes are down here!'. Yes, she thought as she watched the apron strain to fulfil its duty of keeping things covered. They sure are.

* * * * * *

Bellies full and the dishwasher loaded, the two cats stretched out on the couch. Hannah was watching the evening news, but Teresa was happy to just cuddle. She had laid her head in her mother's lap, and was purring with delight as Hannah scratched her between the ears. The other great thing about this position was that if she turned her head just a little bit, she had a close up frog's eye view of her mother's breasts.

She hadn't really seen them from this angle before, at least not that she could remember. They were soft and round, with large pink nipples poking out of the light grey fur just above her slightly chubby belly. To Teresa, it was a vision of beauty, and the position invoked something primeval inside her. She licked her lips, and she had to remind herself that she wasn't a baby. She couldn't just reach up and latch on, could she? Deep memories of warmth and safety and a sweet taste in her mouth warred with reality, and Teresa began to squirm where she lay. She didn't realise that the ear scratches had stopped until her mother spoke softly.

"They don't have milk anymore, sweetie."

"Huh?"

"Floof stopped drinking mommy's milk when he was two. And I think you know we haven't had any babies since him."

"I know," Teresa chuckled. "It's just... For a while there, I kinda remembered what it was like, being little."

"You still are little, my kitten."

"I mean littler. Like, way little. I could almost taste it."

"Wow. They say the olfactory memory is powerful, maybe there's a cuddle memory as well."

"I don't know 'bout old factories, I just know what's inside my head."

"Olfactory means the sense of smell."

"I knew that," Teresa lied. Hannah had started stroking her hair, every now and then running her fingers down her cheeks, and the girl started purring again. "Mmm. Mommy?"

"Yes, love?"

"Could I... I mean.. Mom, please?" She took a deep breath, calming herself so that she didn't overheat again. "Even if there's no milk, could I... could I taste them?"

Hannah didn't answer right away, and for a few seconds Teresa's insides froze. Had she gone too far this time? Would she get told off, and would it be the end of Nekkid Weekend? But no, her mother was still rubbing her head and face, that meant she couldn't be mad, right? Teresa glanced up past those beckoning nipples to her mother's face, and was met with eyes that shone with tenderness and love. Hannah smiled.

"Are you sure you want this?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. "Absolutely sure?"

"Abstutely. Aspalootly. Asaplu..." She took another deep breath. "Fuck yeah, sure."

"Language, kitten. Come on, move up a little." This time, Teresa could swear she heard a purr in her mother's voice. She complied, and scooted up until she lay in Hannah's lap, held by an arm that ended with a hand cupping Teresa's butt. "Is that okay? Comfy?"

"Yes and very."

They smiled at each other, but as the moment stretched out into minutes, nothing happened. Teresa felt both nervous and excited, but for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to take the last step. The jittery butterflies inside her tummy didn't seem able to settle into one place; first they tickled her lips, making them ache and long for her mother's nipple, but just as suddenly they travelled down her body until she was feeling that tingling urge to touch herself again. She squirmed, fidgeted and shivered, all at once, then she reached up with one hand to gently rub the side of Hannah's large breast. So soft, so warm. Yet still, she froze when she tried to lean up with her head.

In the end Hannah provided the final push. She used her free hand to cup her breast and move it closer. Closer. And closer still. Teresa sighed happily as she felt the nipple rub her lips, and she opened her mouth obediently. The feeling was exquisite, and she felt her chest swell with love for her mother.

Hannah tasted of clean skin, not much different from sucking her own thumb, but the intimacy made it all the sweeter. Teresa closed her lips around the peaked nub and sucked gently, touching it with her tongue as well. Both cats gasped and hissed with pleasure.

Teresa soon found the instinctive rhythm of sucking and licking, every now and then moaning around the nipple. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but part of her refused to settle down. The tingle between her legs grew to an itch, and she squirmed again, rubbing her thighs together. Her nose detected another scent beside that of her mother's fur. It was the same thing she had smelled on her fingers back in her room when she had touched herself, only stronger. Was this that crazy lust heat thing acting up again?

Then there was a new sensation. A soft touch, almost tickling. Mom was rubbing her belly! Slow circles, fingertips just barely poking through the light grey fur to touch skin, going from almost all the way up to Teresa's own tiny breasts, down oh so close to where it itched. Part of her wanted to beg, to ask her mother to touch her lower, deeper, or if nothing else then to do it herself. But her body remembered what it was like to be suckled, cared for, and had decided that she should be a good little kitten and stay still while Mommy nursed her. The mental frustration grew.

"Are you okay, love? You feel tense." Teresa groaned and shook her head, not opening her eyes and not removing her lips from her mother's nipple. "Is it getting to be too much for you? Should we stop?"

"No! Mom, please, no," she mumbled around her treat. "I love it, and I don' wanna stop. It's just...it's like..."

"Your body is telling you it wants something. but you're not sure what?"

"Yes! Yeah, that's it. I feel like I'm boiling over."

"I think I can help you." There was uncertainty in Hannah's voice, and Teresa opened her eyes. She was met with a gaze that held love as always, but also something else. Something that made Teresa's breath hitch. It looked like... need. "When I think back to when I was having these feelings, I wish I'd known back then what it was I needed. Or that I'd had someone to show me."

"Show you what?"

"Do you trust me, Resa?" Teresa nodded. "Do you want me to help you out?"

"Yes, mommy, please."

"Then just lie back and try to relax. And tell me at once if you feel uncomfortable or if you want me to stop, okay?"

"Okay..."

******

Teresa did as she had been asked, and rested her head against her mother's arm. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Her lips found Hannah's nipple again, and she closed her eyes as she fell back into the rhythm of sucking and licking. At the same time, the fingers on her belly began to press harder, becoming more insistent in their rubbing. They moved lower.

And lower still.

Teresa growled with a longing and a need that she was just beginning to understand, when her mother finally made contact with the hood of her clitoris. The touch was so soft and gentle that it almost tickled. Back and forth, back and forth, but with no real pressure. As if Hannah were waiting for something. With a moan, Teresa nodded, then sighed as the fingers slid even lower.

They touched her sex, caressed her lips and spread the slick wetness that had formed there. Teresa moaned again, happy to have her mother's nipple in her mouth. It worked as a distraction, to keep her from yelling out loud. The touches down there became even more intimate as one finger pushed deeper, teasing her opening. At the same time the palm of Hannah's hand pressed down on her clitoris, each little bit of movement sending a new kind of shivers through Teresa.

"M-mom..." she whispered while she clamped her thighs around Hannah's hand. "Mom, something's gonna happen."

"It's your orgasm, honey. Remember we talked about those?"

"Uh-huh."

"Just let it happen, sweetie."

Teresa let go of her mother's nipple and leaned back, chewing lightly on her lower lip. They had talked about orgasms and masturbation during 'the talk', but even though she had tried it a couple of times she had never had a climax. And now, the thought scared her a bit. Why hadn't she practiced more, made sure she knew it all? The heat inside her rose up, feeling like flames within her chest. With one hand, she reached up and touched her own breasts, surprised at how hard and sensitive her nipples were. She tugged at first one, then the other, and that scary moment lurched even closer.

Just then, Hannah moved her hand up, wet fingers pulling the hood back to touch Teresa's swollen button. The girl jerked and cried out, a crash of pleasure inside her taking her breath away. It seemed to go on and on, until she felt sure she would die from it. Then it peaked, and all she could do was to whimper as her body went rigid and her mind went someplace else.

Once the dizziness stopped she lay still, panting to catch her breath. There was a nicely warm feeling inside her, and she found that she couldn't stop smiling. She tried to sit up, but her muscles weren't cooperating yet. Instead she started purring as Hannah rubbed her belly again.

"Mmm, wow! I almost passed out."

"Are you all right, kitten?" There was worry in Hannah's voice, so Teresa flashed her a grin. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh yeah." She giggled as one finger brushed against her breasts. "Wish I'd known it was that good, then I'd have practiced better."

"Was that your first orgasm, sweetie?"

"Yep, for sure. I tried doing it, but I never even got close to that."

"Dear me." The fingers stopped rubbing her belly. "Maybe... maybe I went too far. Honey, we shouldn't... I shouldn't have been the one to give you your first..."

"Hey, mom, don't worry," Teresa interrupted. "It felt great, and I loved it. I... I love you."

"I love you too, Resa, but..."

Instead of saying anything else, Teresa scooted up until she was sitting in Hannah's lap. She saw worry in her mother's eyes, even the beginnings of tears. Taking a deep breath, she calmed her mind and leaned in for a kiss on the lips.  She heard a gasp, followed by an unintelligible mumble. Then Hannah returned the kiss, and this time their tongues did meet. They hugged tightly, deepening the kiss while they both moaned. Teresa was afraid that she was about to overheat again, but her orgasm had pushed away that crazy lust heat thing. For now, at least.

A couple of minutes later, they broke the kiss and leaned back. Both were breathing hard, and Teresa wondered if she looked as flustered as her mother did. Of all the things that had happened that day, this was what stunned her the most. That she, Teresa, could have such an effect on her mother. She stole another quick kiss on the lips, then gave Hannah's cheek a lick.

"I mean it, mommy. I really, really love you so, so much."

"Honey, this... this is..."

"...perfect," Teresa finished. "It's perfect. Thank you so much for helping me out. I really, really needed that. Especially the kiss."

"My sweet Resa," Hannah whispered. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure that if you ask me if I'm sure one more time, I'll kiss you again."

"I see." They gazed into each other's eyes for a little while, then Hannah smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. "Are you sure about that?"

* * * * * *

The second time tongue-kissing her mother was even better. Feeling bold, Teresa cupped one of Hannah's breasts with her hand and fondled it gently. She found that once the nipple hardened, it tickled her palm in a way that raised her heat level again. What got to her even more was that, from time to time, Hannah would moan into the kiss. Especially when Teresa pulled back a little and allowed her mother to take charge. What had started out as a girl experimenting had begun to turn into two girls kissing as equals. That thought went right to Teresa's nether regions, and she had to break the kiss and lean back.

"Mom, I gotta... I gotta stop..." she panted as Hannah pursued her lips for a couple of seconds. "I'm gonna boil over again."

"Good of you to say so, to stop us in time." Hannah's voice also sounded a bit ragged. "Maybe we both need a cold shower."

"Together?"

"I don't see why not."

"Yay!" They stood up, in Teresa's case wobbling slightly, but when they turned to leave the living room she spotted a couple of dark stains on the couch, just where her butt had laid. Her mind froze. "Mom, what...? Did I... did I wet myself?"

"No, honey, calm down. That's just..."

"But it's all over the place!" Teresa whimpered. "I... I... Fuck!"

"Resa, listen to me." Hannah turned her daughter around and kissed her lightly to quiet her. "That's not pee, sweetie, you just got a bit excited."

"Huh?"

"Surely you know that girls get wet when they're feeling sexy?"

"Uh-huh," Teresa nodded. "But I thought... There's so much!"

"Well, you did get pretty heated. Especially when you came." Hannah smiled at her daughter's furious blush. "If you're anything like me, it's no wonder you... leak a bit."

"Now you do sound like I peed." She huffed. Then she saw something else, and pointed at the couch. "Wait, that spot can't be mine, that's where you were..."

"Like I told you," Hannah said, and she looked away, her ears flat to her head in a feline blush. "I'm like that, too. I get really wet when I'm... heated."

"Wow."

"Let's leave the cleaning up for later, okay? I think we both need that shower."

A couple of minutes later, Teresa was leaning against her mother while barely lukewarm water cascaded over them. The worst of the crazy lust heat thing had abated, as had most of her embarrassment. Instead she was feeling cuddly, and she purred loudly as Hannah ran a soapy hand down her back and butt. At the same time, she was soaping her mother's belly, trying to build up enough courage to go low enough  to touch her bush. Those dark hairs looked coarser than the rest of Hannah's light grey fur, and Teresa wondered what they would feel like to her fingers. She was lost in her musings when a butt pinch made her jump.

"Owie! What...?"

"Come back to me, Resa-love," Hannah laughed. "I said, lift your tail, honey."

Teresa complied, and almost immediately her purrs changed into moans. Slick fingers ran up and down her crack, brushing against her butt hole at every pass. This was a new kind of pleasure; not as red hot intense as when Hannah had rubbed her sex, but still better than anything she had known before today. Her tail swished behind her, and her arms wrapped around her mother's waist. She rubbed her face against Hannah's breasts, and when her lips found a nipple she latched onto it. This time it was her mother's turn to purr.

They remained like that for a good while, longer than a mere washing required, before Hannah finally let go. She turned up the temperature of the water, then took down the showerhead and aimed it where her fingers had just been. Teresa growled as the sexy feelings returned, full force. A tug on her shoulder made her reluctantly let go of her treat, and she turned around to face away from her mother.

"Let me teach you a little trick that can help you out if the feelings get too intense. See this, here?"

Teresa watched as her mother flicked a tiny switch on the showerhead. One she herself hadn't even noticed before. Immediately the fine rain of water turned into a few larger streams. Puzzled, she held up her fingers and touched this new flow. The touch was warm and almost firm, pulsating against her skin. Realisation dawned, and she bit her lower lip as she knew where this was going. She began to squirm and fidget, but Hannah stilled her with a hug from behind.

"Try to relax, Resa," she all but whispered. "Just enjoy it."

Teresa closed her eyes, and spread her legs without even thinking. The streams moved down her body, pausing briefly to tease her nipples before homing in on her...

At that point, her conscious mind was lost, overwhelmed by new sensations. The flow of water pressed and rubbed, slipped and slid against her, and unlike her mother's fingers it seemed to reach everywhere at once. Even her butt got sprayed as Hannah moved the showerhead around. At the same time, gentle fingers moved across her chest, cupped her small breasts and toyed lightly with her hard and sensitive nipples.

It was all too much to take, and before long she went over the edge and drowned in her life's second orgasm. She almost collapsed, but Hannah held her upright while the water kept on flowing against her. As if from a distance, she could hear words whispered into her ear, but she couldn't make them out. The feelings stretched out, and she growled and huffed as yet another peak hit. This one wasn't as intense, but on top of the other it was enough to make tears run down her cheeks. By the time the water moved away and she found herself spun around to receive a hug and a kiss, she was almost thankful that it was over.

* * * * * *

They kept cuddling for a little while, both purring happily. Teresa's face fit nicely between her mother's breasts, and she revelled in the warmth and the comfort. Once she had her breathing back under control, though, she became restless again, but this time for a different reason. The worst of the heat had ebbed out after her double orgasm, but the lust remained inside her. She squirmed out of Hannah's arms and took the showerhead from her.

"Let me try it," she squeaked as she got to her knees and scooted closer. "Let me try it on you."

"Resa, no. That's going too far. Helping you out is one thing, but..."

"Pleeeease?" Teresa smiled up at her mother, tilting her head to one side while batting her eyelashes. Usually, that look would get her whatever she wanted, but this time Hannah's face remained stern. She tried adding a pout. "Pretty please, mommy? I'll be your bestest kitten ever."

"Resa..."

"I know you need it, mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I can smell it. I smelled it on me before, but I didn't really know what it was. Now I can smell it on you. That crazy lust heat thing. When you get wet." She lowered her gaze to Hannah's dark pubic hair, so tantalisingly close. "Down there."

"It's not the same, sweetie. I'm an adult, I can control myself, even when I get a bit excited."

"For me, then? 'Cause I really, really want to." She tried the eyelashes again, and they seemed to work better this time. Hannah's eyes softened. "I just wanna make you feel good, too."

"Why can't I say no to you...?"

"Because I'm cute!"

"That must be it." They both laughed. "All right, you can use the showerhead on me if you want, but on one condition."

"Yay!"

"Listen, honey, I really mean this. One condition. No fingers."

"Huh?"

"Shower, yes, but no fingers or Naked Weekend is off."

"But..."

"No, I mean it. You have to agree."

"Fine," Teresa huffed. "No fingers. I kinda wanted to feel your dark fur. 'Cause I don't got any."

"So you agree?"

"Yep." She raised her hand. "I solemnly swear."

"Good. Then let's do it before we run out of hot water." She sighed as she leaned back against the wall. "Or I come to my senses."

Teresa watched, transfixed, as Hannah spread her knees wide. What she saw was so similar to what she could see in her mirror, but at the same time so different. Her mother's clitoris was larger, even peering out slightly from its hood, and her lips were a bit darker in colour than Teresa's own bright pink ones. There was wetness between them that didn't come from the shower, and the smell was stronger than ever. It went right to Teresa's head, and she had to remind herself to keep her promise. Hands off!

There were no restrictions on looking, though, so she took in every detail, making sure she would always remember this moment. Hannah's labia were fuller than hers, the inner ones even reaching out a little bit between the outer ones. Teresa leaned down until she could see her mother's pink butt hole. She made a mental note to check herself in the mirror first chance she got, to see if they were the same there. Hannah's tail swished, and Teresa could hear something that sounded like an impatient grunt. Oh, right! She had almost forgot why she was there, on her knees, right in front of her mother's...

Opening. Sex. Vagina. She tried to form one of the dirtier words she knew, but even inside her own mind, she couldn't. Because this wasn't dirty. A bit naughty. perhaps. Fun, for sure! But not dirty. She  had heard the word 'flower' used somewhere to describe a woman's private parts, and she decided that it fit well. Her mom's sex was like a flower, opening not to the sun but to the rain. She held up the showerhead and touched the flowing streams to Hannah's flower and began to water it.

The first touch was rewarded with a sigh, then a long, drawn-out moan. Hannah gyrated her hips slightly, as if to make sure the water got everywhere. Another moan, this one turning into a growl. Maybe she wasn't as in control as she thought, Teresa mused happily. She aimed at the clitoris, up over the hood and then back down to the exposed tip. Her mother actually mewled! Teresa giggled; she was having the time of her life. Next she tried going lower still, moving the stream between Hannah's opening and her butt hole. To her delight, Hannah  reached down with one hand and used her fingers to spread her lips, giving her daughter a very intimate view. It was even wet on the inside, Teresa thought before the shower drenched everything.

Hannah gasped as the water went deep, and Teresa could see the muscles down there clench and relax. Was she having an orgasm? Oh how she wanted to touch, to feel her mother's flower close around a finger or two! But she had promised to be a good girl, and there was no way she was risking the remainder of Nekkid Weekend. She could feel her heart pound away inside her chest, and she realised that her own breathing was becoming ragged. There had been no restrictions against touching herself, so she did just that. Maybe, just maybe, she could time it so that they orgasmed at the same time. That would be neat.

Both cats began huffing and grunting as their climaxes approached. Teresa had a hard time focusing on herself as she tried her best to pleasure her mother. She had help, though, from her nose. The smell of crazy lust heat was overwhelming, and it was making her feel dizzy. When she could see the clenching motions again, she became afraid that she would miss that shared moment, so she grabbed hold of her entire sex, squeezing and pulling until it actually hurt a bit. But it worked. Just as her mother cried out from somewhere up above, she herself was racked with pleasure. Her orgasm wasn't as strong as the ones her mother had brought on, but it was enough to make her growl and purr.

Even through her haze, Teresa could see a stream of clear liquid shoot out of her mother's pee hole. Had she wet herself? It didn't smell like pee, just more of that heady sexy wetness smell. It happened again, and a third time, then Hannah let out a long moan as she leaned back heavily against the corner of the shower cubicle. They were both panting hard, but Teresa recovered first. Grinning to herself, she paused to watch her mother's quivering sex. Then she leaned in and licked it, running her tongue up the entire slit until she reached the clitoris, which she gave an extra swirl around the rim of the hood. The effect was immediate. Hannah started, and almost fell over before she found her feet.

"Hey!" she growled. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, mommy," Teresa said meekly. "I just couldn't help myself."

"I thought we had a deal, no funny business."

"All we said was 'no fingers'. That wasn't no finger."

"I don't know if I should spank you or send you to law school." Hannah tried to look stern, but in the end she couldn't hold back a grin. "You little imp."

"You tasted good, mom. Kinda sweet and kinda... I dunno. But soo good."

"Watch it, you're not out of trouble yet."

"Aww!" Teresa stood up and returned the showerhead to the wall, then she hugged her mother and kissed her cheek. But when she tried to kiss her lips Hannah turned away. "Mom, c'mon! We've kissed already, let's kiss again."

"I am kind of mad at you."

Teresa purred as she tried again, and this time she found the kiss returned. Reluctantly at first, but then with more fervour. A moan escaped her as their tongues pressed against one another. She wished she could stay in this moment, with the last vestiges of her orgasm still tingling inside her sex and love for her mom fluttering inside her chest. And with her hands... well, her hands were just wrapped around her mother's waist, they weren't doing anything special. Maybe it was time to change that, to make everything perfectly perfect.

So one hand slid down to cup a firm round buttock, while the other found and fondled a soft large breast, palm rubbing against a hardened nipple. There was a gasp, followed by a growl, then Teresa felt a sting of pain when her butt was pinched. But the kiss wasn't broken, and she even felt gentle fingers rub against the bumps on her chest.

"You, sweet kitten..." Hannah mumbled into their kiss, "...are in... so much trouble... it isn't... even funny."

Teresa giggled happily as she silenced her mother by sliding her tongue in deeper. Both of them moaned, and Teresa knew that she wasn't in too much trouble. At least not in getting grounded and having Nekkid Weekend cancelled kind of trouble. Spanked? No, mom and dad never spanked. Might be kind of fun though. She squirmed and rubbed her butt against the hand that cupped it. Play-spanked. The thought made her moan into the kiss, which in turn set them both off with giggles.

Just then, the water turned from nicely warm to ice cold, and all that was heard was shrieks and yelps.

* * * * * *

Teresa wasn't spanked, and she was only mildly scolded while they dried each other after the shower. Deciding not to push her luck, she kept the naughty touching to a bare minimum, and refrained from drying her mother's crotch at all. Once all fur was dry and brushed, the two cats went into the kitchen for a late snack. Hannah  brought out some cookies and two glasses of milk, and they sat down at the kitchen table, eating and drinking and chatting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Except we're nekkid, Teresa mused as she stole a quick glance at her mother's bare breasts. She recalled how they felt in her hands, and how the nipples felt so right in her mouth. A tingle between her legs made itself known, but she was able to ignore it. The fire inside her had been quenched, at least for today.

Later, teeth brushed and good night kisses exchanged, Teresa lay in her bed, unable to sleep. There was a different kind of longing inside her now, one that made her restless and twitchy. It had nothing to do with crazy lust heat or being naked and doing naughty things. She felt lonely. Teresa had slept alone since she was little, except for every now and then when Floof came in for a cuddle or for comfort after a bad dream. Being alone had never really bothered her; in fact, she liked to get away sometimes and just close the door behind her and shut he world out. Not tonight, though. Tonight she was the one who needed comfort.

But how? She couldn't just run downstairs and bang on her mother's bedroom door, could she? What if mom thought she were there for more sex? What if she got told off and sent back to bed. She got up and paced around her room. Maybe if she put on a pair of panties, just to show that she wasn't being naughty. But no, Nekkid Weekend was Nekkid Weekend. Without thinking, she snatched up her teddy bear, Claire, from her bedside table and held it to her chest. The fuzzy presence calmed her down a bit, and she made up her mind. What she would say to her mother, she had no idea, but she just couldn't wait any longer.

As she tip-toed downstairs, however, doubt crept back into her mind. Maybe mom wouldn't want her there, maybe she'd just rather sleep alone. And what if she were already asleep? Teresa hated to be stirred when she was deep asleep, and she assumed that everyone else did, too. She gave Claire another hug, and silently asked the brown-furred bear to lend her courage as she stopped outside the door to the master bedroom. She raised her hand to knock, then lowered it again. I'm not here to be naughty, she argued to herself. I'm not! I just wanna sleep together. Not to hug and cuddle and kiss, just... just to not be alone. Another almost-knock failed, as her mind spun the cycle one more time. Then another. Frustrated, she was about to turn around and go back upstairs, when there came a soft voice from the other side of the door.

"Come on in, sweetie, no need to knock."

Feeling foolish, she turned the handle and stepped inside. Hannah was sitting in bed with the wall lamp lit, reading glasses on and a book in her lap. She smiled at Teresa and patted the side of the bed. Teresa hurried over and sat down. She realised that her mother was still naked, at least from the waist up since her lower body and legs were covered by a sheet, and despite her non-naughty intentions this made her heart thump a little faster.

"Uhm..." As soon as she opened her mouth, every word she had rehearsed flew right out of her mind. Instead she held the teddy bear out in front of her. "Claire was feelin' lonely."

"Poor Claire." Hannah patted the bear, then turned to its owner. "Well, I guess I can make room for her. Maybe you should stay too, Resa, to make sure she's okay."

"Yah!" Teresa dived in underneath the sheet and dug her way up until she emerged in her mother's arms, where she received a kiss on the forehead. "Love you, mom."

"I love you too, my kitten." The two of them squirmed a bit until they found a comfortable cuddle position. "My sweet little Resa."

"Mmm," Teresa purred, her eyes already half closed. "I had a great day today. A great nekkid day."

"I take it you're okay with all the things we did?"

"Oh yeah, it was all the best!"

"No second thoughts?"

"Not one." Teresa snuggled in closer, nuzzling the side of her mother's breast. "I feel a bit sore, you know, down there. But that's all."

"Dear me! Did we do too much? I hadn't really meant to show you the shower thing..."

"Nah, that was fine. It's just, when you had orgasm, I wanted to do it at the same time. And I kinda grabbed myself a bit too hard."

"It's usually called coming or cumming when you have an orgasm," Hannah explained. "Easier to say, though some people would consider that dirty language. I don't like that you're feeling sore, though. Maybe I should take a look."

"Okay." Teresa hopped up and threw the sheet back, then lay down with her butt just beside Hannah's pillow. She spread her legs wide. "All yours."

"Just to check, though. No funny business."

"No funny business."

"Okay then, let's see." Hannah unceremoniously grabbed her daughter's legs and turned her so that the wall lamp lit up the area in question, then she leaned in closer. Teresa let out a nervous little giggle, which turned into a squeal as her mother's fingers pried her labia open. "It looks a bit red and swollen. What exactly did you do?"

"I don' really remember," Teresa conceded, her voice slightly husky. "I just grabbed it and kinda pulled. I think my middle finger mighta gone inside."

"That's it, I guess." Hannah put on her reading glasses and took a closer look, poking a finger gently against Teresa's opening. "It looks like you accidentally broke your hymen."

"Huh?"

"Don't you remember from our sex talk? It's a kind of membrane that protects the vagina, and breaks the first time a girl is penetrated. That usually hurts a bit."

"Is that a bad thing, to break it like that?"

"Not at all, but it explains why you're sore." She leaned in to look again. "I don't see any blood, it must have been washed away in the shower."

"Blood?"

"The hymen bleeds a little bit when it breaks." Hannah sat up and took off her glasses. "Mine barely bled at all when it broke, maybe you're the same."

"Was it dad who...?"

"No, actually it was the girl next door to where I grew up. You now, granma Jen's house."

"Oh. How old were you?"

"Thirteen. So, not that much older than you. She was the same age. We were just two curious kids who didn't know what we were doing. And just like you did today, we stuck our fingers in a little too deep."

"Were you, you know, lesbian, back then?"

"To tell you the truth, kitten, I've always been more or less bisexual. Not that I really knew what that meant back then."

"I know what it means," Teresa said, blushing slightly. "But I'm pretty sure I'm lesbian."

"If that's so, then I'm sure you know that you don't have to hide it in our family."

"I know. With Eth bein' gay and all. And I've seen Floof and Julian kiss each other a couple of times."

"So have I. Those two are way too young to know for sure, though. You too, Resa, probably. What you feel now might change later on."

"I don't think so. I really liked the stuff we did tonight."

"Honey, one experience doesn't necessarily shape your entire life. Some day a boy might still sweep you off your feet. Like your father did to me."

"I don't wanna hear that!" She clasped her hands over her ears. "No boys, please."

"All right," Hannah laughed, then patted Teresa's thigh. "You can close your legs now, honey. I'll take another look in the morning, but most likely you won't be sore anymore by then."

"It don't feel very sore now." Teresa wiggled her butt and pushed her groin towards her mother. "Kiss and make it better?"

"You promised no funny business, Resa."

"No funny business, mom. I'm dead serious."

"Well, in that case..." Hannah leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Teresa's mound, just above the clitoris hood. "Don't ask for more, 'cause you won't get it. Now let's turn out the lights. Little kittens need their sleep, and so do their teddy bears."

"Fine," Teresa huffed, feeling both disappointed and relieved at the same time. She really did feel a bit sore, yet she had still hoped for a more intimate kiss. She grabbed Claire and settled down with her head on her mother's outstretched arm. "Hey, mom?"

"Hmm?"

"How come you knew I was outside the door? Do you got some kinda security camera or somethin'?"

"Nothing like that," Hannah smiled as she turned out the light. "But sometimes you meow to yourself when you're fretting."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do. Not loudly or anything, but enough so that I could hear you."

"Hmph."

"I think it's cute."

"Hmph!"

"So does Claire, I'd bet."

"She's got nuthin' but fluff in her head, so her opinion don't count."

* * * * * *

Next morning, Teresa woke up alone. It took her a second or two to realise that she wasn't in her own bed, but as soon as she knew where she was, all the memories of the previous day came flooding back A smile crept onto her lips, and she hugged Claire while she purred happily. Oh wow! They had... and then she... and mom had... the showerhead... and then the kissing... and she'd had three orgasms. She had come. Or cummed. Or whatever it was called. And she had... She had licked her mom. Down there. A shiver ran through her, and she moaned as she felt herself getting wet again. Not like that crazy lust heat thing, this was milder. She had heard the word 'horny', but hadn't really thought much about it, dismissing it as a boy thing. It fit her right now, though. She felt horny. And a bit sore, still. Better be careful, then.

She reached down with one hand and started rubbing the hood of her clitoris with two fingers, while her other hand clutched Claire to her chest. She imagined that the teddy bear was horny, too, and she rubbed it against her budding breasts. The soft faux fur felt nice against her hardening nipples, and she soon felt the first stirrings of orgasm. She couldn't keep her legs still, though. The way they twitched and clenched threw her off her rhythm, and also rubbed uncomfortably against her still tender opening. She stood up on her knees, and brought Claire to her face.

"You don't mind if I'm lesbian, do you?" she whispered. "I mean, I love you, and you're a girl."

Well, Teresa thought, technically you're a teddy bear. Only, I decided when I got you that you're a girl. She ran a finger between Claire's legs and grinned to herself. You got no girl bits, though. A sudden thought struck her, and she brought the teddy bear down to her needy sex. Holding its paws against her clitoris hood, just as she had her own fingers a moment ago, she began humping against Claire. It felt good; soft and warm and nice. The feelings soon rose up again, and before long she was on the verge of her second self-induced orgasm. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Teresa's mind went blank, and she forgot all about last night and how much her mother had already seen of her. In a state of pure panic, she slammed Claire down on the pillow, then tried to cover herself with the sheet. The problem was, she was kind of standing on it, on her knees. With all her might, she yanked at it, but all that did was to spin her around and make her fall face first onto the bed. Somehow the sheet got wrapped around her upper body until she was completely trapped, her naked bottom still raised up and pointed right at the door. Which opened. There was a gasp, followed by a chuckle while Teresa struggled in vain to free herself, growling and huffing. She could feel the bed dip as her mother sat down, then a gentle pat on a bare buttock.

"I don't know how you do these things," Hannah laughed, "but I've never met anyone who's so good at getting herself into trouble."

"Claire's fault," Teresa mumbled from within the sheet. "Not mine."

"But Claire's just sitting here on my pillow. She's such a good teddy bear, aren't you, Claire? Do you need help, Resa-love?"

"Course not," she growled. "I'm fine."

"Well then, as you were." There was a giggle, and Teresa mumbled a curse. "Language, dear, at least if you said what I thought you said."

"Help. Please."

"In a moment. Right now you're in a perfect position for me to check you out again. To see how you're doing down here. Or maybe I should say up here, the way you're posed at the moment."

Teresa gasped as she felt soft fingers on her behind. They slowly travelled in between her thighs and parted her labia. She ceased struggling completely while she was gently prodded, and instead she began to purr as her mother opened her up to look inside.

"The swelling's gone down, Resa, but you're still a bit red. And quite wet, I might add. Were you having fun under that sheet?" She only growled in return. "I won't ask how you ended up like this, just let me help you out."

It took the two of them a little while to unwrap Teresa. Hannah joked about mommy helping the mummy, which only earned her a hiss. Finally freed, she threw herself around her mother's neck and kissed her gratefully. Only then did she realise that Hannah was naked, and any remaining fears she might have had that Nekkid Weekend would be cancelled because of that lick in the shower faded away. The two of them cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, but then something else broke through into Teresa's mind. A smell. She began to sniff, then grinned.

"Breakfast in bed? You're the best, mom!"

* * * * * *

After loading the dishwasher, Teresa bounced into the living room to pick out a movie, while her mother made them popcorn. Usually she would go for a horror movie or some cool sci-fi action flick, but it was a bright sunny morning and it was Nekkid Weekend. Something light and funny was more in order. In the end she settled for an older, screwball kind of comedy, and she had just set it up when Hannah came in with popcorn and soda. The two of them cuddled up on the couch and settled in for a couple of hours of laughing and munching.

* * * * * *

They had a light salad for lunch, eating outside on the patio to catch some sun as well. It was by the back yard, with nothing but the forest to see them. There were no paths just outside their property, only dense undergrowth and thorny shrubs. So as Hannah said, anyone who could catch a peek had earned it. To Teresa it was yet another exciting thing this weekend. She hadn't played naked outdoors since she was little, and the thought that there was an ever so slight chance that someone could see them gave her the tingles. Maybe she really was a naturist.

She gulped down her last drink of water, then followed her mother over to the deck chairs. Instead of choosing her own, though, she squeezed into the one Hannah had just sat down in. It was a tight fit, but she thoroughly enjoyed the closeness, and it wasn't long before her eyes fluttered shut. She dreamed about a beach, mile after mile of white sand and blue ocean and bright sun. And everywhere she looked she saw naked people. Floof was there, but all the others were girls or women, and dream-Teresa just couldn't stare enough. Funny how she hadn't noticed others like this, in showers or locker rooms, or even when she saw a nude scene in a movie. Now it seemed as if everyone she saw looked sexy. None more so than...

Oh wow!

Hannah was walking out of the water, naked like the rest of them, wet fur clinging to her skin to reveal every curve. When she saw dream-Teresa she opened her arms and scooped her up, kissing her face repeatedly while she carried her around the beach. Eventually they sat down and started watching someone cook on a grill, and the dream became blurry.

When Teresa woke up she found that she really was in her mother's arms, though on the couch and not on a beach. The television was tuned to a cooking show, which explained the grilling. She yawned and turned to face Hannah, who smiled down at her. Grinning, Teresa leaned up and stole a kiss, then settled back with a purr.

"The sun went away while you slept, so I thought we'd better come inside," Hannah said, gently scratching Teresa's tummy, which caused more purrs. "You were meowing in your sleep, did you have  a good dream?"

"We were at a nekkid beach. You were carrying me around."

"Just as I was in real life."

"And you kissed me."

"I did that, too. You're so cute when you sleep."

"Aww, mom," Teresa protested, feeling her cheeks burn. "You always say that."

"Because it's true."

"You had been swimmin' in the sea." Teresa lifted one hand and cupped her mother's breast, tracing one finger around the nipple. "You looked so hot..."

"Resa..."

"Please, mom, can I... can we... I mean, can I touch you for real? You know, down there? Like, in a sexy way?"

"Resa, we did agree to no funny business."

"But that was yesterday! Tomorrow dad an' Eth will be home again, so this is the last whole day of Nekkid Weekend."

"Having a Naked Weekend isn't the same as having sex, sweetie."

"But we did some sexy stuff yesterday."

"Yes, but I'm thinking maybe that wasn't such a good idea. What with you hurting yourself and all."

"That was just me bein' stupid." Teresa sat up and leaned her head against her mother's shoulder, but her hand stayed on her breast. "I know better now, and anyway, I'm not sore anymore."

"Not even a little?"

"Well, maybe a tiny little. But I'm not gonna touch that, I wanna touch you."

"Resa..."

"I wanna know what your dark hairs feel like. I don't got any."

"Is that all you want to feel?"

"No..."

"Resa, we went too far last night. Showing you how things work is one thing, but a mother shouldn't have sex with her daughter."

"Not even if the daughter really, really wants to?

"Not even then."

"But it would be a... a learning experience." Teresa grinned, and Hannah let out a chuckle, rolling her eyes. "Really, mom, how am I s'posed to know this stuff if you don't teach me?"

"You learn along the way, that's how life works."

"But last night you said you wished you'd had someone to teach you about that crazy lust heat thing. I've actually got a teacher, and I couldn't be happier."

"Teach, yes." Hannah sighed. "But, sweetie, you're asking for full-on sex. That's another thing entirely."

"Not to me. I wanna learn it, an' I wanna do it, too."

"Resa..."

"Please, mom. It's not gonna hurt me, I promise. I just wanna try playing with your... uhm... your flower."

"My flower?"

"I dunno what else to call it." Teresa blushed. "All the other words sound like textbooks, or too crude."

"I like flower, it sounds sweet." Hannah smiled. "Though we're cats, so it can't be wrong to call it a pussy."

"That sounds like a naughty word."

"It kind of is. But when you're having sex, naughty words are okay to use."

"Really!" Teresa's ears perked, and she giggled. "So, can we fuck? Or, like, girl-fuck. What's it called when two girls have sex?"

"I think it's just called fucking." Hearing that word from her mother gave Teresa a fresh new bout of tingles, and she couldn't hold back a happy squeal. "I know it's really no use asking, but are you sure you want this, Resa?"

"Yes, mom. More than anything."

"Can you promise me you won't be asking for this all the time, if I agree today?"

"I can't promise I'll never ask," Teresa said, her voice slightly shaky as her excitement rose. "But I swear I won't be a pest about it."

"All right, then. I'll play with you tonight, and you promise to be a good girl about it."

"Scout's honour!"

"You're not a scout, Resa."

"Drama Club member's honour, then. Really, I promise I'll be good."

"That I can accept." Hannah smiled, then poked Teresa's nose with a finger, making her whiskers twitch. "Dinner's still a couple of hours away, let's do something else until then."

"How 'bout a racing game?"

"You're on, kitten."

* * * * * *

Hannah was a fairly decent video game player, but against her daughter she rarely stood a chance. Her only victory for the evening came when she managed to ram her daughter's car off the side of the road and down into a deep ravine. Despite Teresa's indignant cries of foul, the game counted it as a win. In the end she lost by 1-10.

Teresa busied herself putting the game console away, humming happily as she made sure no cords were tangled. At the same time, Hannah studied her daughter, who was on her hands and knees, butt in the air and tail raised high. She really was beautiful, and, if Hannah were to be truly honest with herself, quite sexy in her innocent playfulness. Part of her still wondered if this wasn't a bad idea, allowing the girl to talk her into sex play, but in the back of her mind she remembered the wild youth she had once been. Teen Hannah would have picked Teresa up and eloped with her without a second thought, and would by now have her muzzle buried deep between the girl's thighs. She shook her head; such thoughts were not what she needed now. This night would be all about Teresa, about letting a young girl explore her budding sexuality.

Her next thought was of Martin. She and her husband never kept any secrets from one another. To them, openness and honesty were key elements to a happy marriage. How would he react to hearing about her escapades with their only daughter? Not in full detail, of course, just not enough for him to get the gist of it. She already knew the answer; he would be happy that the two of them had strengthened their bond, and maybe he'd even get a little bit turned on. Hannah recalled the day when Martin had told her about his camping trip with Ethan, a few years back. Just barely entering puberty by then, the boy had been brimming with questions and curiosity about the changes in his body and how to cope with new and strange feelings. And just like she was now there for Teresa, Ethan's father had been there to show him what was what and how things worked. Exactly what they had done, Martin hadn't divulged, but Ethan's feet had barely touched the ground for the next week or so.

"Watcha thinkin' about?" Teresa chirped as she bounced back to the couch and plopped down next to her mother. "Happy thoughts?"

"Happy thoughts," Hannah assured. Exactly what she had been thinking, Teresa didn't need to know. And when it came to boys doing things with each other, she probably didn't even want to know. "How about you, kitten? Still not crossed about that little tackle?"

"Not at all. Or yeah, maybe a little," Teresa conceded, but her pout changed almost instantly to a grin. "No, not really. Can we have pizza t'night?"

"Pizza?" The girl nodded eagerly. "But we just stocked the fridge."

"Like the boys won't help us eat all that. Or more likely, eat most of it."

"That's true. All right, pizza it is."

"With anchovies?" Teresa licked her lips. "An' toona!"

"Fish pizza, then?"

"Hey, I'm a cat, I always want fish."

"I'll go make the call, while you put something on. We can't answer the door naked."

"Dare ya to."

"What?"

"Dare ya, mom. Dare ya to pay for the pizza nekkid."

"Honey, I'll get arrested for sure."

"Nah, all the pizza guys are high school or college kids, you'll just give him a happy memory."

"Dare me, huh?"

"Yep."

"You are such a little imp." The sane part of Hannah's mind wanted to refuse, but it was swiftly voted down by the reawakened wilder side of her psyche. "Fine, but you stay back. I don't want any stranger ogling my baby girl."

* * * * * *

"Dear me, I hope that wasn't one of Ethan's classmates."

The delivery boy had made wide eyes at the sight of Hannah's naked form, and accepted payment, healthy tip included, with gaping mouth. She watched him meander back to his car while trying to adjust his trousers, then closed the door with fingers crossed that no neighbours had happened to look out their windows just then. Teresa giggled while she opened the pizza box and sniffed at its contents.

"You think he's gonna make it home, or is he gonna blow a load in his pants?"

"So suddenly you know about what happens to excited boys?"

"Hey, I know 'bout them jerkin' off. Eth does it all the time, I can hear his bed squeak."

"Is that how you know when to barge in on the poor boy?"

"Yeah," Teresa grinned. "Takes him 'bout three minutes to finish, an' if I time it right I can either watch him shoot or else ruin it for him."

"You can be such a rascal sometimes." Hannah couldn't help but smile. "Don't think I didn't see you peering into the hall while I was reaching for my purse, just now. Far enough in to make sure the pizza boy could see your boobs."

"S'okay. That guy just had eyes for you, mom." Teresa placed one hand on Hannah's hip and rubbed it gently. "Like me."

"Later, Resa-love. Now help me set the table before the food gets cold."

* * * * * *

Hannah gulped down the last of her soda and let out a tiny burp. Not to be outdone, Teresa drew in a deep breath then belched mightily, almost rattling the windows. Both cats giggled, then poked each other until a mock-fight broke out. They bickered and swatted one another all the way to the living room couch, where they collapsed in a pile of fur. Teresa turned on the television and flipped channels until they both agreed to watch a girls' college basketball game. After a couple of minutes, Hannah pointed towards the screen.

"That's the Red Foxes playing, that's one of the colleges your father and Eth were going to check out. I wonder if they're in the audience."

"Cool beans. I hope they'll wave at the camera."

"Did you just say 'cool beans', kitten?"

"Yah. It's a kinda old folks thing, I know. But they said it in the movie we watched last night, and it sounded neat."

"You never cease to amaze me, darling Resa."

They continued to watch the game while the food settled in their stomachs, but there was no sign of Martin or Ethan in the stands. During the last quarter, Teresa felt her mother shift, and soon she was having her tummy scratched again. She began to purr, nearly growling from time to time when those fingers moved almost low enough to touch her in a sexy way. Slowly but surely, she lost focus on the game as she could feel herself getting wet. Soon, she thought. Soon they would turn off the television, and then they would... and she could finally... and maybe mom would... Teresa licked her lips involuntarily, and slowly started to squirm.

Once the game had ended, with a Red Foxes win that Teresa was completely unaware of, Hannah pressed the off-button on the remote control. The room fell silent, and tension began to build. Both could smell the other's excitement, but neither seemed ready to make the first move. In the end it was a frustrated huff from Teresa that prompted her mother to move. Hannah untangled herself from her daughter and stood up, holding out her hand.

"Let's go to bed, kitten. I think we're both ready."

"Yeah." Teresa took the hand and let herself be pulled to her feet. "Love you, mom."

"I love you too, Resa."

Grinning widely, the girl danced out of the room and down the hall. Inside the master bedroom she took Claire from her mother's pillow and placed the teddy bear on the nightstand, facing the wall. Sorry, she thought, but tonight's programme will be x-rated. Not safe for young innocent fluffy toys. She was still laughing at her own joke when Hannah followed and sat down on the bed. Immediately, Teresa hugged her fiercely, and kissed her on the lips.

"C'mon, mom, let's fuck!"

"I'd prefer to make love," Hannah said as she returned the kiss. "But all right, honey. If you want to fuck, we'll fuck."

With a delighted meow, Teresa pushed her mother back until she lay on her back. The next kiss was longer, more intense, and when it finally ended the two of them were breathing hard. Teresa tilted her head quizzically, and got a nod in return. Shivering with excitement, she began slowly kissing her way down Hannah's body; cheek, neck, collarbone, then a pause to once more lick and suck on her mother's breasts. The sheer joy of the moment, combined with her own squirming legs squeezing her thighs together, brought her to what she could only describe as a mini-orgasm. She sighed happily.

"I hope I get boobs just like yours, mom."

"They can be in the way sometimes," Hannah said, her voice soft. "And they're heavy. Sometimes my back just kills me."

"I don't care, nuh-uh." Teresa shook her head, then dove back in for another taste. "They're beautifuller than anything I've ever seen."

"My sweet kitten, you're making mommy feel so good."

Teresa's only response was a moan, then she reluctantly let go and shifted positions again. She hugged Hannah around the waist, nuzzling her soft tummy while they both started purring. Ever so slowly, Teresa moved lower still, down towards that alluring scent that made her entire body shiver with every whiff. Then her muzzle brushed against coarser, denser fur, and her world seemed to come to a stop. This was it. Her mother's bush. She ran a finger across it, from side to side, then down to the clitoris hood. It felt so different from the rest of Hannah's soft, fluffy fur. The strands were longer, thicker and darker, and Teresa couldn't wait to get some of her own. She sniffed them, kissed them, and ran her tongue through them, then she decided to go for the ultimate prize.

She got up on all fours, then crawled in between her mother's legs. Hannah spread them wide, and Teresa took that as a sign that allowed her to continue. She lay down on her stomach, her face only an inch away from Hannah's... She willed herself to think the word; her pussy. The lips were parted slightly, and they were glistening with moisture. Teresa touched them with a trembling finger, held it up to sniff it, then licked it clean. Her head spun from the taste, and she could swear she had another mini-orgasm. Unable to wait any longer, she leaned in and gave her mother's pussy a lick.

Hannah tensed and drew in a sharp breath, then began to purr as the girl kept on licking. Teresa stuck her tongue in between the lips, eager to taste as much as possible; she swirled and prodded, poked and slurped, and brought on more gasps when she used her lips to pull on Hannah's labia. The gasps soon turned to moans, and Teresa was delighted to see that no matter how much she lapped up, there was still more juices coming.

When her mother began to huff and growl, Teresa changed angle, and went for the clitoris. It was peering out from its hood, pink and swollen, and Hannah's whole body twitched when Teresa touched her tongue to it. She remembered to be gentle, and alternated between short licks and soft kisses, while she used her fingers to rub the hood. It wasn't long before Hannah let out a yelp, followed by a long groan. Teresa didn't let up her assault, and was soon rewarded as her mother came again.

This time Teresa felt a jet of warm liquid hit her neck. She gasped in surprise and pulled back, and the next squirt went right into her mouth. The taste was a little bit salty and a little bit funky, but Teresa loved it. She waited for more, but that was it. The two of them collapsed, and lay there panting.

Within a few heartbeats, Teresa fell asleep.

* * * * * *

"Resa? Resa-love, are you okay?"

"S'too early," Teresa groaned. "Lemme sleep."

"Teresa." The sound of her full name made her ears twitch, and she began to wake up. "Honey, did you pass out?"

"No, mom." She yawned. "I just fell asleep fer a little while."

"You scared me there for a moment." Hannah's voice almost trembled. She held her arms out. "Come here."

Teresa squirmed her way up her mother's body and tumbled into the hug, where she received kisses and licks all over her face. She giggled, then caught one kiss with her lips. Their tongues met briefly, then parted as the two of them began an impromptu game of pursuing the other's lips while avoiding being caught by a kiss. It lasted until they accidentally bumped noses, and broke into fits of laughter. Teresa rolled off her mother and lay staring at the ceiling.

"Wow. That was major fun. Sorry if I scared you, though, I just had a catnap."

"It's okay, Resa-baby." Hannah rolled over to face her daughter. "I kind of thought it must have been too much for you."

"Nah. It was great." She licked her lips. "You taste good. So frickin' good."

"Darling..." Hannah's ears fell into a feline blush. "Resa, are..."

"Don't ask me if I'm okay, please," Teresa chuckled. "Don't I look just fine? But I'm kinda sticky."

"Did I... did I squirt on you?"

"Yah. In my mouth, even."

"Dear me."

"Don't worry, it was cool. It wasn't pee though, was it?"

"No, it's... I'm not quite sure exactly how it happens, but some girls and women squirt when they come. I don't always do it, just when I'm really excited."

"You did it last night, too. When I used the shower thing."

"I did?"

"Uh-huh," Teresa nodded. "Three times. Tonight there was just two."

"I can't control it. Once when your father was..." Hannah's voice became muffled as Teresa tried to cover her mouth with her hands, succeeding only partially to block out her words. "...went right up his nose."

"Mom, please, stop," Teresa whined. "Double-stop!"

"Poor guy almost sneezed his brains out."

"Okay, I'm officially traumatised now."

"That's what he said." Hannah squealed with laughter as Teresa started making retching noises. "Come on, honey, can't you see the fun of it?"

"There's noting funny about boy sex. It's all gross!"

"Maybe you are a lesbian, Resa-love." She reached up and stroked Teresa's cheek. "You really don't like boys?"

"I like 'em just fine. At arm's length an' with their clothes on."

"Except for poor Eth when he's having his boy moments."

"That's different. It's funny 'cause he gets so scared every time. Then he throws me out of his room, head first."

"No more than you deserve."

"Guess so." Teresa yawned. "I'm really sleepy, can I stay with you tonight, too?"

"Absolutely. But first we need a shower. Fresh sheets, too."

"Okay." Teresa stood up and leaned against the wall, while her mother made the bed. Her eyes stayed mostly on Hannah's naked body, but she also caught sight of something small, brown and fuzzy on the bedside table. "Uhm... mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Claire needs a bath, too."

"She does?"

"Yeah..." Teresa fidgeted, and she felt herself blush as her mother finished her chore and turned to face her. "I kinda... sorta... like, rubbed against her this morning."

"Was that before you got wrapped up in the sheets?"

"Hmph! Well, yeah. I didn't squirt or nuthin', but she got kinda wet."

"Okay. I'm sure she'll be fine for now, though. We'll give her a bath in the washer tomorrow."

With Hannah's arm around Teresa, they walked into the master bathroom. Their shower was a perfunctory one, however both cats let their hands roam while they dried and brushed each other. Teresa felt elated that she could now freely run her fingers through her mother's dark pubic hair, and her heart skipped a beat when Hannah returned the favour, as it were, rubbing lightly at the downy, light grey fur on Teresa's mound. It felt loving, not sexual, and the crazy lust heat thing inside her merely purred happily.

Back in the bedroom, they cuddled up together with Teresa's muzzle resting against the side of her mother's soft breast. Almost at once, the day's activities caught up with her, and she fell asleep before Hannah could turn the lights off.

* * * * * *

Sunlight shone in through the bedroom window when Hannah woke up, and she had to blink a couple of times before her eyes got used to it. She yawned and stretched, and was just about to sit up when she felt something soft pressed against her side. Memories flooded her mind from the night before, and she smiled. But when she reached down to pet her daughter, her hand found something else. Something small, furry and brown.

"Good morning, Claire dear," she whispered to the teddy bear. "Did you kick Resa out of bed?"

The stuffed toy didn't answer, so Hannah gave it a kiss and laid it on the bedside table. As she sat up, her nose caught a bundle of jentacular scents that made her mouth water. Toast. Bacon. Eggs... no, not eggs, omelette! She made a quick trip to the bathroom, then paused in front of the dress mirror to smooth out the worst of her bed fur.

Her fingers seemed drawn to her breasts, and she sighed as she began to play with her nipples. There was a tingle inside her belly; Teresa's lips, her tongue and her eager hands... It had all felt so good. What had started out as allowing a curious girl to explore, had become something else. Hannah had had sex with her daughter. No use to mince words. And it had been wonderful.

A part of her mind still tried to tell her off, to scold her for letting the playfulness escalate, but she silenced it with a squeeze to a hardened nipple. Teresa had been happy, that was all that mattered. Hannah had been happy, too, but that was just an added bonus.

Before she knew it, a finger had found its way to her sex and started easing into the warm wetness it found there. Hannah moaned, licking her lips as she enjoyed the sexy touches, the building pleasure and the delicious smells of food.

Wait, what? Food? Oh right, breakfast!

She hurried to wash her hands, then had to stop herself as she automatically reached for her underwear drawer. It was still Naked Weekend, after all. The fur between her legs was a bit damp, but she chose to ignore that. They'd still have a few hours before Martin and Ethan returned from their college campus trip, and Hannah had a feeling that drying off down there would prove to be an exercise in futility. She left the bedroom and let her nose guide her towards the kitchen. Was that kippers? She licked her lips again.

* * * * * *

Teresa had got up early. Or at least, early for a teenager. Well, an almost-teenager. She was going on twelve, after all, that was close enough to count. The giddy happiness inside her chest had made it impossible to sleep, or even lie still in her mother's arms. Hannah had been snoozing so sweetly that Teresa didn't have the heart to wake her. So instead she had taken to strolling around the house, enjoying the last morning of Nekkid Weekend.

Every time she passed a mirror she stopped to revel in her nudity, as well as to preen a little. The full-length hall mirror showed her exactly the same image as the mirror in her room had just the other day. She stuck her tongue out at it. Surely it ought to show that she'd had sex? Wasn't she more mature now?

Yet there she was; same little bumps on her chest, same annoyingly smooth mound. Not a single dark hair in sight. She swished her tail back and forth, and resisted a primal urge to bat at its reflection.

After she had peered into all the rooms downstairs, she dashed up to the second floor. In her own room, she booted up her laptop and answered a few e-mails from friends. She smiled at a selfie from Jenni, obviously taken after one of her football games. Covered in mud and sporting an impressive black eye underneath her too-large helmet, the cat girl was still grinning happily. The mail that came with the picture just said 'You should see the boys!'. Teresa and Jenni had met at camp, and had become instant best friends; two rowdy tomboys with a penchant for mischief, they had worked hard to keep the counsellors busy. Teresa used her webcam to take a picture of her top half, just barely covering her nipples with her fingers. With it, she wrote 'Nobody's up yet, so having a nekkid morning.', then she pressed send.

Next she looked into the playroom, but these days it was mostly filled with Floof's stuff. She toyed a while with a couple of cars, and rolled a ball of yarn back and forth until she became restless again. Ethan's room was just plain old boring, with no toys and nobody in it to annoy. Teresa grinned to herself as she recalled the last time she got the jump on her brother, slamming his door open just as he shot his boy goo everywhere. She hadn't really paid him back for dropping her in an indignant heap in the upper hall. Making sure she left enough scent for Ethan to pick up, she rubbed her buttocks against his pillow, then gave his mirror a smirk before she exited the room.

Floof's room was its usual mess of clothes, stuffed toys and car posters. Teresa thought about what kind of pranks she could play in there, but decided against all of them. Floof was so sweet, so trusting and kind that she didn't have the heart to be mean to him. Not even for fun. She picked up a pink plush bunny and hugged it, taking in her baby brother's scent. To her surprise, her eyes stung a little, and she sighed when she put the toy back down on Floof's bed. Only two days and already she missed the little guy.

With no more rooms left to explore, she went outside to the patio. The sun was up, but just barely, and the air was still damp and slightly chilly. Teresa walked through the dew-pearled grass and really enjoyed the way it tickled her bare feet. She thought about running a lap around the house, and had almost dared herself to do it when a car started nearby and drove away. Too close. No need to invite trouble; it had a way of finding her anyway.

It was almost eight o'clock when her rumbling belly opened the fridge and peered inside. They had stocked up with plenty of food for Nekkid Weekend but had barely eaten any of it. There was chocolate milk, and she knew there was plenty of cereal in the pantry. Or she could make a ham-and-cheese sandwich. There was even some leftover fish pizza, but that would make a better lunch than breakfast. Or...

Teresa knew how to cook, at least in theory. She was used to helping her parents in the kitchen, but she hadn't done much cooking on her own. The basic recipes were quite simple, though, and she felt sure that she could do it. To be on the safe side, she read the instructions on the fire extinguisher even though she knew them by heart, then she brought out the frying pan.

* * * * * *

"No fire trucks," Hannah said as she entered the kitchen. "No paramedics, no news crews and no helicopters."

"Love you too, mom," Teresa chirped as she stole a quick kiss before she returned to the stove. "Food's almost done, kitten, so you set the table, please."

"Yes, mommy."

"I don't sound that girly!"

"Sorry, sweetie." Hannah opened the cupboards and brought out plates for them, and she paused to peer into the pan. "That looks great, honey. Smells delicious."

"Thanks!" Teresa beamed. "I've decided I wanna be a chef when I grow up."

"So you've shelved rocket scientist, pilot and race driver?"

"Pretty much. But I can be both a chef an' a race driver, can't I?"

"Sure. Until you put cake batter in the tank and gasoline on the stove."

"That's silly," Teresa giggled, then she gestured to various bowl on the kitchen counter. "We've got sausages and bacon and kippers, fried tomatoes and kale chips. Toast and jam. And the omelette is just about done."

"Wow." Hannah walked up behind her daughter, wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. "You've been up long?"

"A while. I woke up an' couldn't sleep."

"So you left me cuddling with Claire."

"Yah. I knew she'd keep you company." Teresa spun around in the embrace and licked Hannah's nose. "Thank you, mom."

"For what?"

"For Nekkid Weekend. For showing me all the stuff and lettin' me have fun with you. You're the best mom in the world."

"You're the best daughter, sweetie." Hannah returned the lick and followed it with a kiss on the lips. "I've enjoyed myself, too. It's been great to be so... so carefree."

"We've still got a few hours," Teresa purred, deepening the kiss. "I wanna do it all again."

"First we have to eat. Careful not to burn the omelette."

Teresa turned off the stove, then divided the food onto their plates. She tossed off her sky blue 'Cook with Love, Blow the Chef' apron, then sat down across from her mother to eat. They didn't talk while they munched, just shared glances and smiles now and then. As soon as Teresa laid down her cutlery on her empty plate, she stood up and walked around the table. Humming quietly to herself, she wrapped her arms loosely over Hannah's shoulders and nuzzled her cheek.

"Did it taste good?"

"Very. You'll be a great chef some day."

"Yay!"

* * * * * *

A little while later, with the dishwasher humming to itself in the kitchen, the two cats lay slumped on the couch in front of the television. Teresa had no idea what they were watching; the early morning had caught up with her, and she was drifting in and out of a light slumber. One second she would be watching figures move on the screen to an unintelligible murmur, the next she was off to some fantasyland.

She was a princess. Not of the lame cartoon damsel-in-distress variety, but one dressed in battle armour, wielding a blood-drenched sword in each hand. She stood against an army of monsters and villains. They hesitated. Behind her lay half again their numbers, slain by her righteous wrath. Those that remained were as nothing. The princess smiled, then roared her mighty battlecry as she charged...

"Are you okay, Resa?"

"Huh?"

"You were meeping in your sleep. Was something bothering you?"

"Meeping?" She huffed. "I was bein' scary, and I was..."

Just then, Teresa realised that her face lay pressed against her mother's soft breast, and any feeling of annoyance fled her mind. Instead she rubbed her muzzle against it until she found the nipple. With a hum of pleasure, she took it between her lips and flicked her tongue against it.

"Oh sweetie..." Hannah purred. "That feels so good."

"Tastes good too."

"We'd better get up, though."

"Wh-why?"

"Come on, honey." Hannah stood up and held out her hand to Teresa, who took it reluctantly and allowed herself to get pulled to her feet. "Before we start getting really wet. We don't want the boys to come home and smell our flowers."

Teresa clasped her hands over her mouth and let out something that was half giggle, half squeal. Hannah smiled, then pulled the girl into a hug. She hummed a melody, and began to sway slightly. It took Teresa a couple of seconds to find the right rhythm, but soon they started to dance. Round and round, cheek to cheek, their chests pressed together. Tension built rapidly inside Teresa, and when one of Hannah's hands found its way down to rub her butt, she couldn't hold it in.

With a growl she broke the dance, then pounced. Hannah caught her and held on without losing her balance, and they kissed. Fiercely, open-mouthed and with their tongues swirling around one another. Teresa closed her eyes and willingly lost herself in sensations. The hand was back on her butt, and this time one finger rubbed harder, touched deeper, brushed against her anus then found her pussy. Her flower. Her... oh! She whimpered into the kiss, needing more. Teresa could feel movement now, as her mother carried her away from the meaningless chatter of the television, through the hall where their ragged breaths bounced between the off-white walls.

And into the master bedroom. Hannah sat down, then slowly laid Teresa in the middle of the bed. Her eyes were open now, and she shivered at the look in her mother's eyes. Love, yes, but there was something else there as well. Something almost like hunger. Hannah's eyes travelled up and down her daughter's body, and she licked her lips. Teresa swallowed around a sudden lump in her throat; some long-ago instinct called out from deep inside her brain, warning her danger! Predator near! But why? It was just mom. She wasn't afraid of mom, was she?

"Is it my turn now, kitten?" Hannah's voice was a barely audible hiss-growl that sent shivers down Teresa's spine until her tail began swishing nervously. "Will you let me have a taste?"

"Uhm..." Teresa fought against that pesky instinct. Couldn't it tell mom from foe? She sure could, and she sent it packing with a flick of a mind-tail. "Yes, mom. Please... please taste me."

Hannah gave her another passionate kiss, but this time just a brief one. Instead her lips and her tongue inched lower, mimicking the trail Teresa had taken last night. First she sucked at Teresa's neck, licked her collar bone. Reached her... reached her breast. Hannah's tongue circled her nipple a couple of times, then she sucked it in between her lips. Teresa almost yowled, and her body twitched as fingers repeated the action on her other tit. It was too much to take, and she moaned loudly as she came. She could feel wetness flow from her slit, down her butt crack, into the sheets.

Time passed, while the surge inside her receded. A minute? Five? Her rapid breathing slowed, but the assault on her tiny breasts didn't let up. She could feel her nipples, hard little nubs, sensitive hubs that spread erotic sensations throughout her body. More of the wet. An annoyingly rational part of her mind worried about the sheets. It shut up quickly, however, as her mother's lips began to move lower again. Paused briefly at her navel. Tongue going deep; gasps and giggles, squirming, fists clenching around fabric. Lower still. Her conscious mind nearly gone now, but enough of her remained that she knew where this would end. The anticipation alone brought on a second wave, not as strong as the first but just as wet. Fuck the sheets! She didn't care anymore, about anything. Except for mom, and for her own pussy. And just then, the two met.

Teresa cried out when a coarse tongue ran along her slit, spreading the slick juices as it went, so that when it reached her button the touch was soft and gentle. And warm. Hannah took care to not overwhelm, to make sure that there was no discomfort but only pleasure. The motherly tenderness almost made Teresa cry happy tears, but she blinked them back and focused what tiny shreds of coherent thought she had left on the pleasure. And oh, what pleasure.

Hannah's tongue danced around her clitoris, a ballet of tingles in her tummy and stars behind her eyes. But every time she got close to climax, the pressure vanished and was replaced by other kinds of poking and prodding, slurping licks in between her labia, tasting her wetness. Instincts awoke again, but this time not to warn. All she felt was a calling, a yearning for closer, deeper. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Invited, pleaded silently. And her mother answered, accepted.

The tongue probed, in and further in, past where she had been sore, claiming virgin territory. Tasting what was offered. Daughter gave, mother took, and in return brought such exquisite pleasure. Hannah began to purr, a rumbling hum that spelled the end. Teresa came hard, squealing as she hit her peak, then still kept going higher. This was her best orgasm yet, and it seemed as if it would never stop. She felt Hannah's tongue pull back slightly to lap at her flow. Almost a squirt, but not quite there. Still very wet. Poor sheets. Lower again, touching her... her butt. Her anus. Twirling around it, tasting it; a whole new level of wow. Finally the orgasm began to die down, a memory which Teresa knew she would never lose, always treasure.

Then her mother was there, in front of her face, grinning down at her. Hannah's face fur was wet and dishevelled, and when they kissed she tasted of sweet and tang. What a flavour combination! Why wasn't there an ice cream flavour called pussy and mom? She would buy double scoops every time. Teresa realised that she was still dizzy after cumming, and that her mind was rambling nonsense. Yet she kept kissing back against her mother's tongue, purring happily. Eventually, though, the kiss dwindled and the two lay together, Hannah half on top of Teresa, large breasts pressing down on a slender body. She didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed the feeling of being trapped.

"Are you okay, Resa, sweetie?" Hannah whispered. "It wasn't too much for you?"

"No, mommy." Cheek lick. "I loved it, loved every second. I love you."

"Love you too, my kitten. My sweet baby Resa. Thank you."

"For what?" Teresa giggled. "You made me cum, I oughta thank you."

"I haven't made love to a woman in years and years, not since before you were born. I didn't realise how much I've missed it."

"That's good. That means we can do it again, right?"

"I already told you we could."

"As long as I'm not a pest about it."

"Yes," Hannah chuckled, and she kissed Teresa's cheek. When she spoke again her voice was sombre. "To do it with you, with my own daughter, it was... it was wild. It was lovely. It was scary."

"I loved it."

"Me too. A tiny part of me still thinks I shouldn't have, but I did. And I don't regret even a second of it."

"Good."

"Good."

"We good?"

"We good, kitten. I think we a whole new kinda good now."

With that, Hannah rolled over to lie on her back, pulling Teresa with her so that she ended up on top. She settled in, nuzzling her mother's breasts until she found a soft, warm spot that made a perfect pillow. Hannah wrapped her arms around her daughter, and they lay like that while their breathing evened out and they fell asleep.

* * * * * *

Hannah woke to a steady purr, and she smiled as she felt Teresa lie half on top of her, muzzle pushed in deep between her breasts. Soft fingers traced circles on her stomach, going low enough to brush her pubic bush. Teresa had hooked one leg over hers, and she could feel her daughter's sex rub against her thigh. Minutes passed, then the purr changed into a growl, and Teresa stiffened.

"Having fun, kitten?"

"Hmm..."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven." Teresa yawned as her face emerged from its hiding place. She stole a quick kiss. "I just woke up an' I felt really, really horny. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, sweetie, but I wish you'd woke me up. We could have done it together."

"You mean like..." Teresa's voice trailed away, and her ears pressed against her head as she blushed. "Like rubbin' together? Like, our... our pussies?"

"It's called scissoring." Feeling bold, Hannah reached down and touched her daughter's thigh, slowly moving her fingers up until they reached her opening. Teresa sighed. "Because it's like pushing two open scissors against one another. So that our flowers can meet."

"Ooh..."

"Pussy..." Hannah licked her daughter's cheek, while one finger moved deeper. "...on pussy."

"Do... ah... do we got time ta... oh yeah, right there... ta do it?"

"I think so." Another cheek lick, and another inch deeper. "The boys probably took time for a hotel brekfast before the set out. And you know your father always calls before he gets here."

"Yeah," Teresa huffed. She was getting close again. "To ask if... he needs ta... ah!"

"Bring something home," Hannah finished as Teresa lost the power of speech. "I think you almost squirted this time, honey."

Hannah held up a soaked hand, and the two cats took turns licking it clean. After that they kissed, deeply and hungrily. Teresa tried to maneuver her legs to mimic scissors, but when she managed it, that made the kiss strained and awkward. Kiss or fuck? She decided to go for the latter; they could always kiss and cuddle afterwards.

Once they were in position, she started to move slightly, and the sensation made her squeak with delight. Pussy to pussy also meant, she realised now, clitoris to clitoris. While slick lips moved against slick lips, their nubs pushed against each other, and it only took her a couple of minutes to come. Growling, she grabbed hold of the sheets with both hands and pushed harder, mashing them together to prolong her peak and maybe help her mother reach hers. Hannah was moving as well, flexing her leg muscles to really squeeze Teresa's throbbing sex. The feelings were beginning to overwhelm the girl, and the crazy heat lust thing was screaming in her ears. Something built and built inside her, and she just knew that she was going to explode.

"Mom!" she gasped. "Mom, I'm... I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Don't fight it, sweetheart." Hannah also sounded ragged, out of breath. "Let go."

She tried. Teresa willed her lower half to relax and accept the orgasm, but these feelings were new and almost scary. She was whimpering now, afraid to let it go and afraid to cling on to it, whatever 'it' was. The decision was made for her. As if from a distance she heard her mother moan, then cry out. Warm wetness spread from where their pussies kissed. Squirt after squirt splashed against Teresa's quivering private parts; some still functioning part of her mind counted four. That was all it took.

Teresa had been clenching the muscles around her sex, as if she were straining not to pee her pants, but the orgasm that struck her took all control away. She could feel herself squirt once, twice, tree times. Her mind lost its moorings and sailed away, leaving her body to cry out, almost scream.

She was picked up, rolled around until she lay atop a soft, warm body, her face pressed against an ample bosom. Gentle hands caressed her, words whispered into her ears, and kisses rained down on top of her head. After a while, her senses began to come back, and she started returning the affection. At some point she moved up a little so that they could kiss on the lips, but after that she was done. Let me just lie here, she thought to herself. Let me stay like this forever.

Of course, the serenity couldn't last long. There was another kind of pressure inside her now. She groaned and cursed her stupid bladder. Just five more minutes! But no, she had to go and she had to go right now. What if she just stayed where she was and went anyway? Surely the sheets couldn't get much more soaked? In the end it was her pride that won out. Only babies wet the bed, after all. She broke the kiss and smiled apologetically at her mother, then hopped up and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Teresa had just started relieving herself when Hannah came in. Her first instinct was to cover up or ro yell at her mother to get out, but before she could do anything she realised that this was still Nekkid Weekend. And considering all the things they had done, covering up would be silly. Hannah squatted down in front of her until they were face to face. seemingly oblivious to the splashing noises.

"Are you okay, darling? Be honest, please."

"Honestly, I think I'm a bit overheated again. That was so good it was insane."

"Need a cold shower?"

"Definitely yeah."

Just then, the noise stopped, and Teresa reached for the toilet paper. Hannah got there first, though, and folded two pieces of paper that she proceeded to wipe Teresa with. It was odd, and a little bit embarrassing, but somehow it still felt good. She felt... pampered. Taken care off. After flushing, the two cats hopped into the shower for a quick and icy clean-up.

* * * * * *

"They just pulled in at Murphy's," Hannah said as she laid down her phone. "Looks like we're having fish again."

"Great! I hope they get the salmon, it's my fave."

"That's our cue to get up and get dressed." Despite her words, Hannah didn't move from their cuddle-pile on the bed. Instead she pulled Teresa in for a hug and kissed her forehead. "I almost don't want to. I really enjoyed our Naked Weekend."

"Me too," Teresa purred, and she licked her mother's cheek. "Thanks again so much for lettin' me try all this stuff. I know I've said it a lot, but I really loved it and I really love you."

Hannah's only reply was to kiss her, this time on the lips. Their tongues touched a couple of times, but there was no time start being sexy again. Teresa felt a little pang of regret that Nekkid Weekend was over, but mostly she felt a warm, deep satisfaction. She had learned a lot, done a lot and felt a lot. The best thing of all was, it could happen again. As long as she kept her promise and wasn't a pest about it. After a couple of minutes of cuddling, Hannah stood up and pulled her daughter to her feet.

"Come on now, Resa-darling. I have to make the bed, you head upstairs and get dressed."

"Aww."

"Don't pout, love, you know we have to shape ourselves up before the boys get home. After all, we can't very well greet them naked."

Huffing slightly, Teresa turned and walked out of the master bedroom while Hannah rolled up the soaked sheets and tossed them into the hamper. She had just picked up a pair of panties and was about to pull them on, when her daughter reappeared in the doorway, still naked and with a lopsided grin on her muzzle. The girl's eyes sparkled with mischief, and her voice was somewhat husky when she spoke.

"Dare ya to."

The End