A/N: Well, I did not expect that in this fandom, incest would also be appreciated, which troubles me a little. As much as I have some interest in this category, only in a few fantasies (I said fantasies, look for the definition before throwing stones at me), I'm not as happy to write it in this fandom. Strange!
Well, I'm tempted with another story, see if it pleases to some, like those who enjoyed "A wonderful reality". I would have liked to answer you, but the communication only goes in one way, as you are just guests. Create an account takes a few minutes and it facilitates communication.
For those who love this theme, send me your ideas and I will see what I can do, I can not promise anything as I have my own tastes.
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01 - Mother's love: part 1
Towards the middle of the night, Chloe Price awoke suddenly in her bed.
She immediately checked to her right if she had not inadvertently awakened her best friend found Maxine Caulfield, or Max as the young adult prefers to be called. The young punk breathed slightly, reassuring that she had not awakened her 'partner in time' because of her last nightmare, she did not want to disturb her sleep of beauty.
Since she had found her first companion, who had received a damned update with her powers to manipulate time, her life became an adventure as they were young pirate, except that this time the danger was real. First with this asshole of Nathan Prescott, then that vision of tornado that Max had had.
She had 'dreamed' of her angel, Rachel Amber had been suspended from a hook that pierced her hands, her 'wings' had been snatched by a person hidden in the shadows, her clothes lacerated and numerous cuts covered her body. At her side, Max was suspended in the same way, her neck bearing the mark of many small echymoses as if she had been stung innumerable times, her eyes glassy and wide open. What had been the worst was the two girls have been dead for months and their bodies are decaying.
Chloe woke up when she saw herself taking pictures of her friends' bodies, with a maniacal smile and a psychopathic laugh.
She sighed in relief that it was only a nightmare, she relaxed on her bed, taking care not to disturb her friend's sleep. She turned to the side and looked at her alarm clock, which indicates 2 a.m. After this nightmare, she could not sleep again, she sat down and left the bed cautiously.
She went out of her room, wearing only a black top and a gray shorty, gently closing the door behind her, walking down the hallway, taking care not to make noise and waking up the "step-führer," and went downstairs .
She walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take out the fruit juice, before pouring a glass and heading towards the kitchen counter.
Usually, every time she had a nightmare like this, she relaxed with her weed hiding place with Rachel, or with Rachel ... but without the weed ... or without clothes. She allowed herself to blush as there is nobody, it's crazy how much she loves her angel, she had been there when everyone had abandoned her. She wanted so much to see her again.
Thanks to Max, mistress of time, she is certain that they can find her, together, nothing can stop them.
It's crazy how their friendship came back as fast, as if she had never been gone, and it's crazy how her little first mate had grown up.
A young adult, Chloe thought about what her mother had said.
Max is an adult now, and could do adult things ...
While the blue-haired girl thought of things for an audience over 18 years of age, containing only of passionate love and lust, she was interrupted by footsteps descending the stairs and headed for her position. Chloe shook her head to chase her erotic thoughts about her friend and assumed a normal look.
It was her mother, Joyce Price or Madsen now (Chloe refuses to think of anything other than an Price), who showed herself. She looked at her daughter with a strange look on her face, Chloe blushed inconsistently at seeing her mother in such an outfit, Joyce still has an incredible rack for her age, punk imagines how hot she will be when she's older. Joyce wears a transparent nightie in soft tulle, highlighted by floral embroideries in warm tones. The bonnets support her generous chest, giving her an incredible neckline.
Joyce is beautifully concervé, her body as thin, and this panties that is seen wonderfully well through the transparency of lingerie. She rarely wore lingerie, was it because of Max's presence? Would she have wished? Chloe stopped her train of thought, it's absolutely ridiculous! It does not matter, it's her house and her mother carries what she wants.
Joyce places herself in front of her daughter and delicately moves her fringe to look in her eyes.
"Chloe, why are you standing?" Joyce asks her anxiously.
Chloe thanked her internally, no matter how annoying she might be at home, she was happy to have a mother who loved her. She would like to be able to tell her, one day.
"I could not sleep" she replied.
"Are you fine?" her mother asks as she sits next to her daughter.
"I suppose" the punk shrugged.
"You want to talk to me about that?" Joyce asked, Chloe thought for a minute and nodded.
They both walked to the old sofa, and sat down side by side.
Chloe partially recounted the details of the last two days: she did not mention about Max's power (she would not even dare to betray her) or about Nathan and what happened with Frank or enter by offense to Blackwell with Max. No, she just told her to see Max again made her feel strange things, Max's dream (which she recounts as if it was her own) and her guilt about the young girl who tried to commit suicide, a friend of Max, and that she "hindered" from being there for her.
Joyce listened to her daughter calmly, it was a long time they did not have a "mother-daughter" moment, Chloe was more a girl to Dad, so she took advantage of that moment to be there for her little daughter. Once her story was told, she took Chloe in her arms and rocked it gently, telling her that she can always arrange things with Kate and tell her to calm her mind about the believing girl. For Max, Joyce smiles as she tells her daughter that she will know when the right time will come.
It seemed to work, Chloe calmed down and did not feel so sad.
"You are well now?" Joyce asked with a smile, Chloe nodded and thanked her "all for my little girl."
Chloe broke their embrace and looked into her mother's green eyes.
Suddenly, Joyce sees her daughter lean rapidly towards her, her lips capturing hers. Joyce sits there, wide-eyed, as Chloe had her eyes closed and seemed to appreciate what was going on. After a few seconds, the young punk broke their kiss and looked at her mother, who seemed confused.
"Umm, okayyy? It was for ... what?" Joyce said wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Just thank you, to always be there for me" Chloe said.
"You're welcome, but that's not right" hers mother answered, trying to erase the taste of her daughter's lips on hers.
"Why?" Chloe answered curiously and Joyce looked at her as if she were crazy.
"You are my daughter, darling ... If someone discovers that something happens between us ..." Joyce declares trying not to think about the consequences of their action.
On the one hand, Chloe knew that her mother is right, but she also knows that it is a marvelous prohibited ... and Chloe is the type to disregard the rules and let go.
"Maybe nobody needs to know" she said, leaning back to her mother.
"Wha ...?" Joyce repudiates but is interrupted by Chloe's new kiss.
The blue-haired woman was softer than the last time, and her mother had to admit that kissing Chloe was pleasant in a certain way. Her lips tasted like alcohol, cigarettes and bacon, Joyce appreciates the taste. Without thinking, she moves her hands to her daughter's cheeks. Chloe appreciates how she smiles in their kiss.
The mother of the family leaned back, as her only daughter moves up straddling her. Joyce moves her hands to the waist of Chloe, while the punk moved her hands on her mother's cheeks. After a few minutes, Chloe breaks their kiss again. She put her head on her mother's shoulder.
"Then" Chloe spoke after a moment, panting a little "why do not we go to the kitchen?"
"It feels good to me" Joyce answers with a smile to her daughter.
Chloe smiled and retired from her mother's knees to sit on the couch, Joyce stood on her feet and turned for extend her hand.
The punk reached her hand, then got up as well. Joyce led her daughter to the kitchen to continue their 'exploration'.
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A/N: I know, I cut the story when it started to get hotter, but I'm a little sadistic, bad me!
See you soon for the sequel, if you want the sequel!