How long had it been?
Roxy found this question rolling around in her brain for quite some time now. In fact, it had started bothering her ever since she'd first decided just how absolutely breath taking that woman was.
She sighed wistfully, a smile crossing her lips as she closes her eyes.
Just the pure thought of her made Roxy's whole body tingle.
But she knew her feelings could never be returned.
There was no way.
Her mother would never think of her like that.
Roxy's smile quickly turns into a frown as she curls up in her bed, rolling onto her side.
It was useless thinking about it really. She'd exhausted nearly every possibility she could think of if her mom ever found out about it, playing all the scenarios in her head. It was safe to say that after 19 years of living with the woman, Roxy could form an almost accurate idea of how her mother would react.
They were all bad, and most of them seemed to end up with her being completely ashamed to say the least.
And yet…
There was no way she could ever get that woman off her mind.
Her mother was very elusive, and spent most of her time locked away in her grand study at the end hallway of the second floor. But when she did speak… Her voice could make any sane person fall to their knees. Roxy hated the way she melted so easily whenever she'd call her name.
A gasp escapes from her lips.
She hadn't even realized it at first, but her hand had somehow made its way down to her inner thigh.
But it wasn't the first time she'd done something like this.
Of course she'd thought it absolutely wrong, and struggled to push the idea out of her head.
Though there was no escaping it after she'd 'found' a pair of panties while doing laundry. She couldn't be blamed if they just so happened to slip into the pocket of her jeans now could she?
And yet there they were, pulled out from their new home under her pillow, and into her fist. Roxy's breath grew heavy as the sweet musky scent engulfed her nose, her other hand still busy at work. She'd wear them herself if it weren't for the fear of the garment loosing it's tantalizing smell.
It was about time she played out one of those scenarios she so often indulged in.
Rose was seated comfortably behind her grand writing desk, rows of book shelves lining the wall behind her. Roxy swore her mother owned nearly every book imaginable, but her favorites were kept in a small stack on the wooden table by the window directly behind her desk.
Perhaps this time Roxy would go ask for one of those books. She'd take any excuse she could find to spend time with her mother.
"Roxy." The name falls so easily off her tongue it's almost a crime. "Is there something you need?" She'd look up from her papers at her with that serious gaze that just made Roxy want to obey her every command.
"I was wondering if I could borrow a book?"
Rose sets down her papers and sweeps a stray blonde hair behind her ear.
"Is that really what you came in here for dear or is there something else on your mind?"
"I… uhh" Roxy laughs nervously, her palms sweating as she stumbles on any kind of excuse she can think of. But it's too late. Her mother already knows her true intentions. Rose rises from her chair, leaning casually on the front of her desk as she gazes at her daughter. A martini glass finds it's way into her fingers and soon to her lips as well.
"It's quite alright Roxy. A young woman of your age has every right to have these kinds of feelings…" A smirk dashes across her face against the glass as Roxy becomes even more flustered. "But it's a matter of whether or not you choose to act upon them that matters most." She chuckles a bit, setting her glass down on her desk again. "Perhaps you're not quite ready for that yet, are you?" The young woman is practically frozen solid and completely speechless as she watches her mother speak. Rose beckons for Roxy to come closer, her black lips curled into a sultry grin.
She is there in almost an instant, standing right in front of her mother. A finger traces up the underside of Roxy's chin, raising it enough for their eyes to lock.
"I've always thought you would be a beautiful young woman Roxy." Her face inches closer as her voice lowers slightly in tone. "If only I'd known just how breath taking you'd become…" Rose's hand slides softly down the side of her cheek, bringing their faces together, and letting their lips meet. -
Roxy purrs softly into their kiss as she feels her mother's hand pushing softly against the small of her back, bringing them closer together. Her whole body felt like it was burning, the fire coursing through her skin and running straight between her thighs, making her gasp softly.
"Roxy…" A faint echoing voice rang in her ears as she let passion take control of her body.
"Roxy…" The voice was getting louder in her head, but when she realized it wasn't just in her imagination it was too late.
"Roxy!"
The young woman's eyes snap open, and her heart stops with sheer horror. She scrambles to sit up in her bed.
There she was, standing right in her doorway, looking down at her own flesh and blood.
And there Roxy was, caught with her hands down her pants and a very familiar pair of undergarments covering her mouth and nose.
The silence seemed to last for decades as she lay there, too afraid to move as her stomach twisted knots inside herself, making her nauseous. Tears began to well up in her soft pink eyes.
Rose remained stoic, her mind racing despite how absolutely cloudy this… unique situation was.
She sighs softly to herself as she sees the tears collecting in Roxy's eyes. In all honesty she shouldn't have barged in like that, but in her defense she had knocked quite a few times. She'd assumed her daughter might have just been out of the house, which made peeking into her room seem very harmless.
"Roxy." Her chest tightens as the name rings in her ears. She felt so guilty hearing her name from her mother's lips now. Roxy hesitates, swallowing hard before mustering up enough strength to reply.
"I-I'm sorry…" She barely chokes out before her eyes start to tear up once again, burying her face into her hands. This was a nightmare. No, it was worse than a nightmare. What kind of daughter does something like this? How would she ever-
A hand slides across Roxy's cheek, stopping her thoughts completely.
"It's alright Roxy." The young woman raises her head shakily, sniffling as tears stream down her cheeks. Her mother had the most beautiful lavender shaded eyes. "I had no intention of walking in on you like that, I should have been more careful." She brushes away a few strands of stray hair as she presses softly on her face with her pale skinned hand.
Roxy felt a bit of relief, gazing into Rose's eyes like this. Perhaps she wasn't mad about it after all?
Rose nods, seeing as her daughter has calmed down quite a bit, and lets her hand slip away.
"But I would like to see you in my study later tonight. We need to discuss this incident." Her words became emotionless once again, sending a twinge through Roxy's chest.
And with that she turned away and left, closing the door shut behind her.
Roxy lets her body fall backwards, limp onto the bed with a heavy sigh.
It seems she'd spoken too soon.