The next morning greeted Roxy with bright sunlight, filtering through the curtains of her bedroom window.
Her eyes felt heavy as she rolled onto her side, away from the brightness. Had it all been a dream? Another one of her fantasies played out again?
No no, it couldn't possibly have been.
But then what was she to do?
There was no question that she was yearning for more.
Roxy swings her feet out from under her sheets, letting them land on the soft carpet beneath her. She stood up with a stretch, arching her back slightly before making her way to her dresser.
What if she was to go back for more?
There's no telling what could happen, but the sheer concept of feeling the same excitement yet again made Roxy very hopeful. Those hands touching her skin again…
She didn't want to wait much longer.
And she wouldn't have to.
It was good fortune that Rose produced most of her work from home, more specifically her study. She rarely ever left the room, which made finding her a very simple task.
Roxy emerged from her room, having dolled herself up enough to feel an air of confidence about her, and proceeded down the long hallway once again.
That was odd. The doors to her study were open this time. Perhaps she'd just needed some air?
As Roxy neared the large room, she finally noticed the obviously vacant desk chair occupying her mother's usual space. Her eyes scanned the area around her for any clues regarding the older woman's absence.
There was nothing aside from a few interesting papers seated upon the grand wooden desk space. Most of the material visible involved various entries of writing which had been printed out and marked up with a purple ink pen. It was hard to tell what they entailed, but with closer investigation she realized they were pages Rose had been working on for one of her many stories. Each page was in moderately pristine condition, save for the occasional water ring that perfectly matched the base of a martini glass.
"If I'd known you were interested in my writing I would have just copied these for you Roxy." The young girl nearly leaps out of her skin hearing the voice behind her and drops the stack of corrected papers on the floor. She turns around slowly to pick up the pages, coming face to face with her mother.
"I…uh…" The girl stutters, freezing a moment before she sinks to the ground in front of Rose, gathering the papers in her hands as quickly as she can. "Sorry about that…"
She can feel the weight of the gaze above her, making her sweat.
"As flattering as your interest in my books is, I'm not so sure that's what you've come here for." Roxy swallows, freezing in place with the pile of pages clutched to her chest, trying hard to keep looking at the ground. "That most certainly is not the smell of my own perfume, now is it?" She can feel her face heating up, her mind becoming foggy.
The air stands thick for but a moment before Roxy feels a heavy force weigh down on her, pushing her onto her back on the ground. A black heel rests itself against her shoulder, pinning her to the wooden floor. She can't help but follow her eyes up the length of the sleek leg, covered only partially by a tight elegant black dress. A grin lies tauntingly on the lips of Rose Lalonde, who gazes down at her daughter beneath her shoe.
"You've come back for more, haven't you?" She chuckles, raising her chin. The older woman slides her foot from Roxy's body, slipping off her heels and setting them on her desk. "This one isn't rhetorical dear, I would in fact like you to answer for me."
She swallows hard, her body practically glued to the floor as she scrambles for something to respond with.
"Yeah…" She barely chokes out, her eyes avoiding any contact with her mother's.
"I'm afraid you'll have to speak up dear." Rose hums as she slowly traces her foot down Roxy's chest. "I hadn't quite heard you." Her toes reach their destination just above the hem of the girl's skirt, tantalizingly close to her throbbing core.
Roxy gasps, her back arching from the agonizing closeness of relief.
"Yes. I want more…" She manages to breath out audibly, biting her bottom lip, trying not to squirm more than she can help.
Rose lifts her foot from Roxy's body, smirking down at her with a scoff.
"I can't believe how naughty you've become Roxy." She taunts before sliding up the skirt with her foot. "Begging your mother to do this to you." Her toes press firmly against Roxy's center, making her gasp out and throw her head back in response. "What a slut."
Roxy grits her teeth, her eyes snapping shut as she grips at the floorboards. The throbbing wouldn't cease, and radiated through her thighs as she struggled not to rub her hips into her mother's foot.
She was so humiliated like this.
But all that could pass through her clouded mind was the simple thought of release.
"R-Rose…" She breathes out heavily, gazing up with half lidded eyes.
The older woman presses her toe against the girl's panties, rubbing her clit softly through the fabric. It wasn't hard to notice just how soaked she was from all this, which made Rose realize just how hot her own body felt. She positions herself in one of the chairs sitting in front of her desk, her foot still busy at work making Roxy squirm and gasp beneath her.
"Roxy dear, I'd love to help you out more but your willingness seems to have stirred my desire as well." She pulls her foot away yet again, moving to spread her legs open for her.
Roxy slowly rises to her knees, her jaw falling slightly as she gazes upon the absolutely intoxicating sight. What peaked her interest the most was the now apparent pair of purple laced panties that lay beneath her mother's dress. "Won't you take care of it for me?"
A chill ran down the girl's spine as she found herself inching closer on her hands and knees, her head soon stopped between Rose's thighs. She looks up for approval, which is granted eagerly to her by a firm hand woven in her hair, pushing her forward.
Her lips press softly against the cloth, her mind filling with ecstasy as she can't help but inhale the heavy aroma.
"I do hope you aren't planning on just sitting there sniffing me." Roxy purrs as the hand on her head tugs lightly at her hair. She slides her tongue obediently up the length of her mother's soaked panties, sucking softly over her clit. They were almost as wet as her own now.
Rose moans softly, cupping her left breast in her hand, tracing circles over her nipple with her thumb.
Roxy grips the band of her underwear in her teeth, tugging at them and pulling them down slowly around her ankles. The hand finds it's way back to her head, guiding her face into her wet folds. She couldn't help but to slide a hand down her own skirt as she sucked gently at her mother's core, her middle and index fingers slipping inside of her.
Rose couldn't help but moan out and gasp in pleasure as Roxy's tongue circled her clit, her grip on her hair growing tighter. The young girl continues fingering herself, plunging in and out with the same rhythm of her mouth, curling her fingers up inside of herself hard as she sucks more.
She winces a bit as her hair is pulled harder now, Rose gasping out louder, nearing her climax. Roxy flicks her tongue harder against her center, moaning into her mother's body as she starts to near her peak as well.
With one sharp gasp, Rose's hips jerk upwards, climaxing hard with Roxy not far behind her.
The two sit breathless for a moment, the younger girl's head resting gently on her mother's inner thigh, who is leaned back in her chair, hand softly petting her daughter's hair.
Rose grins and raises Roxy's chin up to lock eyes with her.
"Not bad. Perhaps you will get better with time."