Rita's pulsating fruit let out a delicious smell that Luna could recognize with ease; the memories of a jar filled with yellow fruits and labeled with a flag similar to the one of Texas entered pleasantly in her mind. As soon as she could, she began to kiss those lips with the ones on her mouth, placing her face over her mother's pubis.

But the hands holding her cheeks had turnt her away a bit for her dessert.

—It's a good start, hun. But I'm quite wet right now. Why don't you... "spread" my mandarin now?

—How...? Oh!

While a hand of the woman posed under her daughter's shin, the other went to her own vagina. With her fingers she spread her lower lips, unveiling the fruit Luna had to eat out passionately. The juices dripped slowly through the opening, glistening to Selene's light. The fragancy Luna had recognized intensified much more; her mouth melted. It didn't help that Rita forced her mouth open with her thumb of the hand that was still caressing her face.

—Someone seems to be quite hungry... Are you ready for a meal, Luna?

—Ajah.

Just as the young woman began to suck on the thumb, the older one moved the rest of her hand to her cheek, stroking it then with the finger that was in her daughter's mouth. Licking her lips while she watched how the place she came from breathed, Luna got closer with the tongue ready to taste the juices that welcomed anything inside.

—That's it, Luna. Get closer with the senses wide open- Oh! Ooohhhh.

The rocker had given a long lick through the length and wideness of the luscious oyster, soddening her tongue with its fluids. When the eyes of Rita and Luna met again, the woman realized that her daughter wasn't the same anymore; the twink of her eyes overshadowed, since her pupils had widened instinctively.

As a shark having given a tarascon and leaving its prey bleeding, Luna lashed out against her mother's vagina once more, licking it as if an ice cream on a hot summer day it was. The only thing the woman could do against her daughter's frenzy was to grab her from her hair gently while she bit on her own index finger.

Rita knew that the window pane wasn't enough to drown her moans. Neither her finger could hold the pressure that her mandibles exerted by keeping in the flow of her joyful voice. Nor Luna was of a greater help to keep the relative silence; while her hand rummaged through her own chest, groin and her fingers fiddled with any hardened protrusion from her body, she experimented as much with her mouth as with her first hatch ever.

The musician's teeth gave slight bites over the lips and clitoris of her mother, making her jerk and spasm due to the unexpected jolts of pleasure. Luna could taste the sweet cream that was missing to enjoy Rita's papaya at ease. Nevertheless, her teeth met once more with the woman's thumb, guiding her to her chest by grabbing her from the shin with a gently motion of her hand. By emerging, she stopped toying with her body to lay over the ample hips of her parent.

—Wow, Luna. I didn't know that you have taken lessons from your father on bunny eating etiquette. Remember what you must do always befor doing anything with your partner, hun.

Luna's smile had twisted into a daring grin; like an animal that has been interrupted on its meal, she playfully nibbled the thumb in her mouth. But she spat it out moments later, answering slyly:

—Do I have to ask you permission for anything, Rita? It seems to me that you want to educate a submissive party more that a lover...

Rita drowned a burst of laughter, smiling cunningly while she still looked at her daughter straight to her eyes. But, before she could answer the bold accusation, Luna had taken to her mouth to the woman's left breast, laying her lips over the nipple. The mother couldn't avoid a moan escaping from her mouth, taking her hand over the young woman's head again.

—Does it... seem that I'm... "training" a toy, in earnest? Those are... big words, Luna. As it is... you lust now... Hey! Be careful with those teeth!

It has been fourteen years that Luna haven't done that grace with her nipples. Although her suction instinctively prospected breastmilk, the feeling behind that gesture had trascended the search of food. It was pure pleasure the purpose of those greedy lips.

Nevertheless, Luna haven't forgot her hands, which she took to play with Rita's right breast as with her vagina. Despite her considerable inexperience with her mouth, the fingers journeyed through the flesh in veteran fashion over her own forbidden fruit.

—I can't believe it! Your father took five dates to... make me feel... this!

Luna open her eyes briefly to stare right into her mother's. Instinctively, these wondered on the window pane first. In spite of the light reflection from our satellite over the glass, the musician could perceive clearly what happened inside. And that was the reason for her to move to the opposite corner of the jacuzzi.

Sam had woken up and got up from the bed. Still reeling, she walked towards the bathroom on a first moment. However, having noticed on the messy collection of clothing on the room's floor, she head down to the window pane, from which she could see Luna and Rita sharing a bath on the nude.

Having open the window blade wide, Sam walked to the tub, caminó hacia la bañera, ocupada por las dos mujeres que aparentemente habían interrumpido su diversión. Luna intentó cubrir su desnudo pecho, mientras que Rita solo guardaba un suspicaz silencio...

—Buuuah! So... frankness is a raw feeling. How is the jacuzzi?

Rita was the one who came up with a quick answer.

—Exquisite! Why... why don't you join us, Sam?

Luna looked confused to her mother and her beloved; "what the fuck do you want to get from this, Rita!?". The blond musician watched entertained that puzzling inhibition that both women in the bubbling bathtub indulged. Well, at least the youngest showed so; the mature one had relaxed and showed the young woman her ripe assets.

—I would love to, but... no. I only got up to take a leak and then I'll go back to bed. Nice piercings, Mrs. Loud. They seem to be a bit heavy.

—Thank you, dear! They are a bit bulky, but they feel so nice... Besides, they look cute, although a bit naughty. Luna also has hers on. Do you want to show them, hun?

Her face lighted up in a blush after hearing that suggestion. Despite having savoured the tummy which brought her to the world minutes ago, she didn't feel the same cosiness to show her erect breasts on that moment.

—On another... chance...? Maybe...?

—Do you also wear piercings, Luna? That's so cool! Just to know, are those rings?

—Eh... no... They are, ehm... barbells... Tiny, onyx...

—They must look beautiful. Well, if have to go. My bladder won't hold tonight's beer any longe. See you in the morning! Don't catch a cold for me, please.

With those words, the girl entered the room where they lodged. When it seemed that Rita was about to relax and let herself being rocked by the bubbles, she remembered:

—We will be fine, sweetie. We will be here some moments more and we will go to sleep. Could you bring us some towels, please?

—Sure! Hold on a second.

The girl' steps were getting more silent, to the point of being Los pasos de la muchacha bajaron su volumen, para luego ser enmudecidos por el breve rechinar de una puerta y por el ventilador interno del baño.

Alone once more, Rita and Luna could only gaze into each other fixatedly, although the woman might be really waiting for Sam to come back with the towels. But her sardonic smile came back as her eyes layed down over the girl's, who kept her anxious rictus.

—Why didn't you want to bare your breasts to her, Luna? I thought that this night you might be a bit more daring, hun.

—I... I don't know, mum. I wanted to show you what I have learnt, but... With her... with Sam... it's different, you know? I can't explain it.

The mother let out a burst of laughter.

—You are in love indeed! How cute!

—Mom! It's just... Didn't bother you that she stared your breats? Or that she didn't ask herself why...?

—She seems quite open minded about plenty stuff, darling. And well, if she's able to not giving a damn our naked bathing, I think you might tell her what you feel about her without risking your friendship.

—If she only knew what we were doing...

Before Luna could continue with her reproach, the bathroom fan had turnt off. Having closed the door, Sam walked to the room's chest, opening some drawers before shouting:

—I found a towel! I'll find the other soon.

Nevertheless, after some brief minutes, she came back only with one big yellow towel.

—I'm sorry to deliver just this one, but it's the only one that I found.

—It's okay, Sam. We'll be fine. We will manage.

The blonde musician left the towel over the balcony's railing, turning around towards the bathtub and admiring briefy Luna's bared shoulders and back.

—Are you going to dry together? If it's so... could I watch you doing it?

Rita was already soared her mouth corners to ask Luna and this last one began to feel a lot of shivers in her body when Sam burst a laughter. Even if she felt terror some moments ago, the girl could perceive how the butterflies in her tummy multiplied and their flutter only filled up the void in her entrails.

—I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I would never think of asking to you something quite... obscenely morbid. I've already had a good time tonight. Thanks for the drinks, mistress Loud...

Having reached the picture window's frame, the blonde girl had walked backwards from the balcony, staring at the two naked women inside the jacuzzi during the whole way out.

—You may call me Rita whenever you want, Sam.

—Well, Rita. Thanks for the evening. And Luna.

Her senses tensed due to the sudden mention of her name. Depite that, she didn't stop crossing her arms over her chest.

—Yes?

Sam's hands lodged behind her lower back, staring at Luna with some sort of drunken innocence.

—Would you like, some of this days, using that tuxedo and me this same dress, to go on a date with me?

Rita smiled excitedly hearing that question, while Luna was left unshaken; what the fuck was she scared of?

—Yes! Of course that...! I mean, of course, Sam. Next friday?

—I don't remember what are the things I have to do that day... But remind me on the morning, okay?

Despite of all the broken taboos on that night, of the suspicious nakedness that surrounded her as much her mother did and having spent the evening only with her properly speaking, the light kiss on her cheek and the date invitation were all the things she valued at that moment.

—Good night, Rita! Good night, Luna! See you tomorrow.

—See... see you tomorrow, Sam...

Some moments later, the immediate snoring and the creak of the bedframe and the matress springs mixed up in one clatter. The only certainty for the women inside the bathtub was the blonde girl's quick slumber.

Rita smiled smugly at Luna, but it wasn't a relaxed grin nor showed an absolute confidence. The girl returned the gesture, taking her hands to her belly. Hown in hell...? No, better yet, why Sam took that bath between a mother and a daughter as if it was normal? And why did she ask for a date to the young woman despite of what she saw?

Although the bubbles were quite intense inside the bathtub, the ambiance between the woman and the girl languished quickly; what the hell would they do after that night? Yet Luna state of mind, above erasing her smile, mutated her expression several times; she ruminated the conflict of her feelings. Rita could only watch with sincere curiosity, soaring one eyebrow and keeping her lips folded towards one side of her face.

—Mum... could I keep asking you for advice?

—Su... sure thing, dear. Come here, hun.

The woman extended her arms to receive her daughter, embracing her tenderly. Her mother's breathing soothed slowly the girl, who let her head rest over her chest. The moon light was the only source of light over the terrace, giving the women a peaceful aura.

But minutes later it turned into the limelight to express their complicity; just like her dream, the white light basked them while they shared tender yet quickly lewd kisses.

"Well we all shine on. Like the moon and the stars and the sun", thought Luna while she dip her fingers once more into Rita's delicious papaya.

End of Chapter Seven.