From Shy to Exhibitionist

A mother helps her daughter to become free. No incest in this story.

The summer I turned eighteen, my mother and I went back to the same hidden cove near Cap Taillat that we had loved since I was small. It was a beautiful place to relax in the sun. Secluded and ringed by pine trees and red rock. My father was off on a fishing trip, leaving us to our own devices.

Once we'd picked a spot, my mother dropped her linen bag, removed her sarong, then confidently untied her blue bikini top, exposing her large breasts to the beach. I was no stranger to my mother sunbathing topless. And at forty-two, her bosom was still beautiful and full.

"Are you not joining me, Alice?" she asked nonchalantly, standing proud as she secured her long brown hair into a bun before laying out a large towel.

I had never gone topless before. I was still a virgin who'd just turned eighteen. I knew there was going to be topless women on the beach, there always was, and I knew my mother was going to be one of them, but I was way too anxious to do it. I looked around like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"You're eighteen now, Alice. A young woman," she said with a mischievous smile, putting her sunglasses back on.

I lay down my towel and removed my sarong as she lay on her back, rubbing sunscreen into her arms and legs. My heart pounded at the thought of exposing my equally large but firmer breasts as I sat down in a white two-piece bikini. A little part of me wanted to do it, but the rest of me was too afraid, too nervous, and shy.

"I don't think I'm ready for that," I said, blushing as bright as the fierce sun. We shared the sunscreen. Me protecting my pale skin while she protected her breasts.

"It's not about being ready, Alice. You either want to do it, or you don't. But aren't you tired of going back home with those horrible tan lines on your boobs?"

"Yeah," I giggled. I did hate those tan lines. I was ok with having white bits where my bikini bottoms had been, but on my breasts, I thought that look was awful.

"So, what are you waiting for?" my mother grinned. "Your father won't be joining us."

She had a point, but I was petrified to bare my breasts. "Maybe later," I replied, tying my long, light brown hair in a ponytail.

I lay down slowly, feeling the weight of my breasts shift around inside my bikini top before they settled again. Then I felt a sudden urge to do it. I held off, needing to relax and compose myself first. But the longer I waited, the more self-conscious I became. I knew I had to simply just do it.

I rolled over onto my front and untied the knots behind my neck and at the middle of my back, then slipped the bikini top away from my body. I could feel my mother smiling as I laid flat for a few moments, hiding my breasts as best I could, waiting for my mind to calm down.

"Watch you don't burn," she said, leaning over to apply the sunscreen for me.

The mini massage helped me relax a little as I dug deep for courage. But the nervous energy I felt, combined with the mental image I had of my topless mother rubbing sunscreen into my back and shoulders, made me giggle and my buttocks clench. She asked curiously what was so funny. I told her nothing and wondered if anyone was watching her breasts jiggling about.

Once she'd finished mothering me, I lay still for five minutes before daring myself to finally turn over. I had put it off for long enough. In one natural movement, I rolled over, holding my sunglasses in place to hide the terrified glare in my hazel eyes, and felt the breeze kiss my bare breasts, instantly hardening my nipples.

"It feels great, doesn't it?" my mother teased, resting her arms and legs flat again, offering her own curves to the sun. "But don't forget to do your boobs, Alice."

Damn! I didn't think about that, despite having seen my mother doing it. I was so caught up in going topless for the first time, I forgot the worst and most embarrassing bit was rubbing sunscreen into my chest. But I had no choice now.

"Uh, yeah, of course," I muttered, holding my breasts as I reluctantly sat up... and then even more reluctantly let go of them.

My body trembled as I squeezed sunscreen into the palm of my hand, childishly likening the creamy liquid to semen, even though I was yet to see a man's sperm, let alone feel it. I quivered shyly and got on with doing what needed to be done. But as soon as I placed my hands on my breasts, I felt what I feared.

Men. Watching me intently.

It was so embarrassing. I kept my arms as close to my sides as possible and quickly swept my greasy hands upward and across each breast in three to four smooth strokes. I started under my boobs first, then up and over the top, and lightly around the sides toward my bare armpits.

"Relax, Alice," my mother encouraged, as I did one extra pass to make sure the very top near my collarbone and the inner cleavage area were protected. "You're simply covering skin that's never seen the sun before. You have lovely breasts, sweetie. They deserve a nice even tan."

"Thanks, but you're not making this any easier," I whispered harshly.

"Make sure you apply a little extra underneath where your breasts rest on your rib cage. The skin folds there and burns easily."

"Mum, seriously," I hissed, but still did what she advised.

"Alice, we're in the south of France. Literally no one on this beach cares as much as you think they do. The women here routinely go topless, and the men will look only briefly. It's natural. I promise that rush of nervous excitement you're experiencing right now will pass, and then you'll wonder why you were so stressed."

My mother knew I was a virgin, but she didn't know it was the first time I'd let anyone other than her and my female family doctor see my breasts. But she was right as always. The rush did pass, and the men stopped looking. During the next hour, I was flipping over and adding sunscreen without a second thought, enjoying the freedom of being topless.

I'm allowed to sunbathe without a bikini top, I said inwardly. My body is normal. If someone looks for too long, that's not my problem. That's their bad manners. You've got this, Alice. The hardest part is over, so chill. The beach is beautiful and so are you. Embrace the sun on your body.

Having grown in confidence, I sat up with my arms stretched behind me, elbows locked, palms flat on the towel, chest thrust outward. My mother was lying on her front, head resting on her forearms. It was perfect. I stayed in that position with my eyes curiously scanning the stunning beach and water behind my sunglasses.

That's when I noticed who was peeking at us and who wasn't. The cove hosted about thirty people that day, scattered around in small pockets along the pale sand. My mother was wrong. Not all the men only looked at us briefly. I catalogued those who stared at me like trophies.

The first guy I noticed with his eyes fixed on my breasts, was lying beside a topless dark-haired woman. His wife I assumed. He was handsome and thirty-something. I looked away with a guilty blush before I had to look at him again. He stared for a little longer then turned over, leaving my nipples hard and my vulva wet.

I next caught a much older man with silver hair watching me openly and hungrily like he had decided that beach etiquette no longer applied to him. He looked late fifties, linen shirt unbuttoned, expensive watch glinting in the sun. He was alone but there was a vacant towel beside him.

When I didn't look away, he removed his sunglasses and made sure I knew where his gaze and attention was firmly focussed. Neither of us flinched or smiled, but my heart was racing. Our moment ended when he gave me the tiniest of nods, an acknowledgment perhaps. Whatever it was, it sent the deepest shiver through my young body.

My curiosity landed on two fit guys around my own age, probably locals. They were spreading towels when one of them glanced over, did a double take, and then elbowed his friend. They both stared hard, then the one who spotted me first smiled flirtatiously. I smiled back, blushing.

I didn't move for any of the men. I didn't want to. I let them all look at my breasts because I wanted them to look. The longer I sat in that position, the wetter I became. The sun was hot, but the real heat was inside my bikini bottoms, making me press my thighs tight together.

"Enjoying yourself, Alice?" My mother had turned over and was studying the situation as I bared my chest to the beach.

"Uh... what?" I replied, rolling over onto my front, resting on my elbows like a lazy sphinx, my breasts pressed on the towel, my taut nipples dragging against the cotton fabric with every tiny movement.

"They're cute," my mother smirked, referring to the two boys.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I muttered, opening a magazine and then pretending to read it while my buttocks clenched again and my vulva tingled.

"Yeah, right," she said with a wry smile. "Do you fancy joining me in the water?"

"Uh, sure," I answered, grabbing my bikini top.

"You don't need that," she said with another wry smile.

I gulped, but with that gulp came a flood of excitement. I knew my mother was challenging me. So, I rose to my feet with her and endured the longest walk of my life down to the water. Behind sunglasses, my eyes were downcast. I couldn't look around to see if anyone was watching us.

I stared directly at the sand in front of my feet, listening to the sound of the gentle waves getting louder and clearer. But I could see my naked breasts bouncing softly as I concentrated on not falling over. My mother talked about dinner that evening, as we walked side-by-side, our young and older topless and curvy bodies on display. It was so overwhelming.

Once in the water, I crouched down to hide my breasts. My mother smiled and joined me. "How are you feeling, Alice? Is it better or worse than you imagined?"

"Better, but that walk nearly killed me," I laughed. "How do you find it so easy?"

"I was just as nervous as you, when grandma took me to the beach at your age. Men will look no matter what you're wearing. You know this already. But never shy away, Alice. Yes, you must be aware of your environment at all times, but never let your mind hold you back from doing anything in life because of what other people may think. Ok, sweetie?"

"I know you're right, but it's easier said than done," I replied depressingly.

"I know, but doubt causes fear, and fear will paralyse you. If you don't want to do something, then of course don't do it."

"Then why did you push me to remove my bikini top?"

My mother paused and smiled. "Because the curious look that's always been in your eyes when I have taken you to the beach is not incestual. It's the look of someone wishing they had the courage."

"Can't you just be wrong about me for once?" I laughed, standing up in the water as I felt suddenly empowered again.

"You are my daughter, Alice. I will always be right about you," she grinned.

I didn't put my bikini top back on until the sun finally tipped west, and it was time to leave. My body felt tired from being in the sun all day, but my mind was electrified from going topless on the beach, from allowing lots of men to see my breasts.

Back at the rented apartment, I told my mother that I was taking a shower before my father returned from his fishing trip. I locked the bathroom door, turned the water to hot, and stepped under the spray, still tingling from my time on the beach.

I stepped under the spray naked, welcoming the hot water hitting my head and shoulders before it ran down the front of my body. My breasts felt heavier than ever, swollen from my show of exhibitionism on the beach. And my nipples were so damn sensitive. I tilted my head back and let the stream run over them, feeling my arousal grow stronger.

Answering my body's call, one hand went to my left breast, cupping the heavy swell while my thumb rolled the nipple slowly. My other hand slid lower, over the soft curve of my tummy, and down to between my thighs as I remembered the days events. The way strange men had stared, gazed, admired, and devoured me with their eyes had me so freaking aroused.

My shaven mound was swollen, dripping and so desperate, I raised my right foot and placed it on the edge of the bathtub as a finger disappeared inside my entrance. It went in too easily, so I added a second finger. A low, deep moan slipped out before I could stop it. But I didn't care.

Submitting to the sensations of fingering and kneading, I pulled my fingers out to taste my juices, groaning and sucking with my eyes closed before I slipped them back in, hips rocking forward to meet the thrusts as I pictured myself lying naked with the two guys I saw around my age.

But as an orgasm got nearer, and my moans grew louder under the shower, I suddenly pictured the older man with the silver hair and linen shirt caressing my naked body, his experienced hands being the first to actually hold and caress my breasts, the first to suckle on my nipples.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, pounding my sex with two rigid fingers as I squeezed my breast and pressed back against the tiles.

I climaxed violently, thighs shaking, lungs gasping for air. Every pulse hit me like lightening as I pictured the older man groping my breasts and feasting on my nipples, right there on the beach. The orgasm flowed for longer than any I'd ever experienced before. It was amazing.

When it did eventually subside, I withdrew my hand, lowered my foot, and got on with washing my hair and body. But I did it with a smile on my face. It was a smile of acceptance that I was never going to be the same girl again, because being topless on the beach had set me free.

My mother had made a start on dinner when I entered the kitchen area, a large towel around my body, another wrapped around my hair. She handed me a glass of local wine and smiled as I thanked her.

"Feel better after the shower?" she asked, about to go into the bathroom herself.

"Yes, thanks. Do you think it will be ok if I go topless on the beach tomorrow?"

"Of course."

I glanced down into the wine glass and murmured. "But what about dad?"

"Don't worry about your father. I'll talk to him tonight. I'll pre warn him to avoid any awkwardness. Ok?" she smiled, cupping my face.

"Thanks, mum."

"Your father is not a pervert, Alice. If you want to continue sunbathing topless, then you can. I'm going for a shower. I won't be long."

"Ok, and thanks for today. I really appreciated your support and advice."

"That's what mother's are for, sweetie."