Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

64. Cabin Hot Fever

Cabin Hot Fever

Kuma5335

Summary:

An unexpected snowstorm suddenly traps mother and daughter inside their own houses for an unpredictable amount of time. While they're trapped together, with nowhere to run to, an overly busy mother finds herself with too much time in her hands and turning back to old vices, and her daughter finds out about a side she never thought her prudish mother ever had.

Notes:

Hello! I'm so thrilled to have this here, finally.

Cabin Hot Fever is a story that I've put a lot of thought and care into it. Although the story might seem a bit crude at the beginning, thrust me, thiings will develop later. I hope that all of you can give it a chance for a couple of chapters. I promise that there is some good stuff in it.

That being said, this story mostly is involved between a mother and a daughter; Eleanor and Amelia, respectively, during a big storm that seems to never end. I tried to put at least a bit of lewd stuff in every chapter, for those who apreciate it, but some of them won't have it. Of course, this is still an explicit story, but I think the overall balance by the end of this is almost half-half.

If you need some visual reference, please refer to artists like 'Incase' or 'shizzyzzzzzz'.

Now, I don't want to say a lot - as to not bore you - but I feel like I should give you at least a couple of warnings.

Although I didn't put Rape/Non-Con into this work, the first few chapters contain some pretty hazy consensual behavior, but that would happen at the beginning of the story only. I assure you, this is a romance story, and although some moments might be dark, it is overall an uplifting and wholesome experience.

With that being said, please enjoy the beginning of "ACT I" of "CABIN HOT FEVER".

Chapter 1: Masks

Summary:

Mother and daughter are stuck in a situation.

Chapter Text

A cold winter night. Another day inside the house. When the TV news talked about storing food for a possible snowstorm that would be bigger than normal, Eleanor didn't give them too much credibility, but since she was a careful person, she still obliged to the news. Better be safe than sorry , she thought, even if reluctantly.

She never imagined, however, that a sunny day of 22C would turn into a snowy stormy night. Not even that this storm would continue for days, and hold everyone in their homes for – if the forecast was to be taken seriously this time – at least a week.

Global change, am I right?

For a moment Eleanor seriously thought that this could even be the end of the world, with such a drastic change in weather.

With how quickly everything changed, she also didn't have enough time to pick up her little daughter Kate, just 8, from her classmate's house and she had to stay over. Of course, Kate is loving every second of it, and the classmate's parents - the Bloomberg family - didn't mind.

It helps that Debbra is an old good friend, and that Eleanor is paying for any extra expense Kate might make.

The only ones who were now at the Whitfield residence were Eleanor, a single mother of 37 years old, and her eldest daughter of 16, Amelia. The girl at least seemed amused, since they still had an internet connection, and she seemed even happier that classes had been canceled for the week. Not to mention that her younger sister was not around to, quote, "annoy her to no end."

Eleanor was almost lying on her couch in the living room while pretending to watch some new series of one of the thousands of the Stream Services that existed. In fact, she was not paying attention, and was completely bored, without much to do.

Eleanor had shoulder-length red hair, wavy at the tips. She had well-designed thick eyebrows; green jade eyes who was always focused and deep; pouty yet sharp lips. Her body was chubby, with some amounts of flab of fat all over; she was curvy, with a fair but slightly pale skin. She was, as the teens would say, a thicc milf.

She had a heavy chest well-cladded in her comfy bralette, showing a lot of cleavage; a soft and jiggly big ass coupled with thick thighs, squeezed in on striped boyshorts panties, that also made apparent her already massive bulge on the front of it.

She was almost nude. She had spent the entire day so far doing almost nothing. She didn't properly dress or even took a bath. She was just in her underwear as she watched a show, oftentimes sneaking her hand inside her panties to leisurely caress her cock to the image of Danielle Panabaker every time she showed on the screen.

Coincidentally, she was doing exactly that when she heard footsteps climbing down the stairs. Eleanor didn't bother stopping her caressing, as she saw her daughter Amelia showing up in the living room.

"Hey, Amelia," Eleanor didn't look at her daughter, but she got off to her daughter's eyes glaring at her, as her cock started to harden, her pale hands caressing her meat as she looked at the TV.

"Mom, the fuck are you doing?" Amelia said, in a mock-up astonishment, as she was unsurprisingly becoming numb to the feeling. Situations like that became almost normal now inside the house, during these days.

It was surprising for Amelia at first. She got shocked out of her wit. It was shocking to see her normally uptight, prudish and perfect mom devolve into this lazy horny sloth, in the first few days of this forced isolation. However, now that she was approaching the fifth day, this was almost a common occurrence. Even though it was somewhat normalized, Amelia couldn't help herself in finding this behavior a tad strange.

Eleanor's change was fueled - at first - by small things. She was still trying to keep herself motivated and well-behaved in the first couple of days. However, multiple accidents happened that contributed to her eventual transformation into this sloppy woman.

Seeing her daughter Amelia more often surely contributed to it. She never had much time anymore to just bond, honestly. Her daughter, or Eleanor herself, always had something to do. Basically, before this isolation, the period where they spent more time together was at dinner. However this barely counted since Kate was also there - and given some circumstances and that fact she was younger - she ultimately received more attention. So, now she had time to watch over Amelia better, and got to see her in a different light. Almost literally.

She got a glimpse of her only in her underwear on the first day. That made her cock full-mast, no matter what guilt overcame her state of mind. She tried to dissuade herself with thoughts of how wrong it was to think of her daughter like that, what religion says, what her mother often said while she was growing up. But in the end, her cock was the honest one.

On another occurrence, Eleanor saw Amelia bent down while looking for something on the fridge, using minuscule shorts that caved on her asscheeks tightly, making her teen body look even sexier. Even though she had the company of porn, her mind started drifting towards her daughter. Her thoughts started to form an obsession and, by curiosity, she delved into the internet to read occurrences of incest, and that led to her to stepdaughter porn videos. It wasn't with a clean mind, but she dove into it, in an attempt to satisfy her desires.

That day, she jacked off way more times than she would admit.

However, it was a mistake. On day three, she couldn't help herself. Eleanor snooped Amelia's panties she found tossed in the bathroom – she was not the only one getting lax. Eleanor took the panties and sniffed it, feeling for the first time the deep scent of her daughter's cunt, bringing her old memories back to surface, and making her remember how long she went without real sex, not eventual masturbation, or "boring, you have to make a baby" sex.

No, her daughter's panties brought these memories of intense mornings, afternoons, and nights of pure bliss of her youth's reckless past. Both of her sexes were awakening to it, desiring these days back vividly, and Eleanor gave in to these memories for the first time in decades.

As a result of her accumulated lust, even after a night of masturbation in a futile attempt to repress her desires, Eleanor reverted to her old self. Her teenager, young-adult self, that fucked women and/or got fucked by girl cocks whenever she had the chance. Either by friends or even nameless women; her young self didn't care. All she cared about was the pleasure. The girth and size of cocks exploring her pussy, or the wetness and tightness of other women cunts that she had spunked.

Eleanor had successfully built a persona of a proud momma that worked full time, all the time, to provide for her family. She worked her ass off, hard enough for her mind not to even think about lewdness. She would work 24 hours. When she wasn't working she was eating, sleeping, taking a bath, doing house chores or taking care of her daughters; always way too exhausted to think about anything lewd. At night she would prepare her schedule for the other day, she would pray, and she would always dream about working, waking up on the next day to care for her family and to get ready for her job.

But now her schedule was open. She didn't need to care for a young child or think about making food or dream about working when her home office schedule was so lax compared to her normal one. Her mask was cracked open and laid bare, revealing the true Eleanor that Amelia never saw in her life.

Eleanor's cock got full mast, and it was throbbing inside her boyshorts. Her hand was stroking leisurely, but her source of attention wasn't on-screen anymore. She turned to her daughter instead, who was still lying in the corner of the living room.

"So, are you staying there?" Eleanor offered a teasing smile, still holding her glare to her daughter.

Amelia only huffed and crossed her mother's way. Eleanor's eyes lowered to her daughter's ass as she passed by, ogling and smirking to herself as she resisted the urge to whistle, her hands still on inside her panties, caressing her hard penis.

"You know, I don't remember ever buying these mini shorts for you," she told her daughter.

Amelia, who was about to enter the kitchen, stopped, her shoulder slumping. She looked back at her mother and almost grimaced at the fact that her hands didn't stop caressing herself as she was looking at her.

"What? Am I not allowed?" she asked with a long sigh. That would be just the worst for her.

"Quite the opposite," Eleanor said, biting her lower lip as she ogled. "I think it's pretty hot."

Amelia was the perfect specimen of a female teenager ready to be bred, in Eleanor's eyes. She was tall, almost Eleanor's own height, and she was 1.8m tall. Amelia was slim but with enough curves. A curvaceous heart-shaped ass with long legs, a thin waist, nice gropable tits with fair skin, beautiful almond eyes and long natural mane of light brown hair. All packed within a 16-year-old body Eleanor couldn't help but sexualize after falling into her old persona.

Amelia doesn't know how to react to this new version of her mom. She just blushed from the… compliment? Harassment? She turned around and went to the fridge.

"Since you're there, fetch me a beer," Eleanor asked. She has been drinking a lot since the forced break. She eventually had to work a little in her office every day, but she got time and her mother wasn't in her case bothering her. She was a successful woman, after all.

"Nice impression of a drunk dad, mom!" Answered Amelia from the fridge.

Eleanor grabbed her phone and zoomed in on her daughter, capturing the moment she had leaned in to grab the beer can on the lower spot of the fridge, in a nice creep shot. Eleanor felt her cock throb to the image of her cute daughter pointing her ass towards her. She bit harder on her lower lip.

"Don't make me spank you, girl," she told Amelia, and then, in a lower voice she added, "please do."

When her daughter came back, Eleanor's phone wasn't in the way anymore, and she had taken her hand out of her panties as well. However, her cock was pretty much still very erect and ready inside her boyshorts.

Amelia handed the can to her mom and she opened it with a loud tsss!

"Thanks, babe," Eleanor said with a half-smile as she started to chug down her tasteful beer, "You want some?"

"Are you offering me alcohol?" her daughter asked, skeptical.

"Of course," Eleanor slouched on the couch as she put her arms across the back pillows, "it's not like you never had some. You're 16 years old already, and you never had alcohol?" Eleanor scoffed.

Amelia blushed with a twinge of shame and embarrassment. She heard that people of her school were already having alcohol in parties, and getting wasted from time to time, yet she was never invited for these sorts of stuff. Still, for her own mother to be the one offering first hand. She never imagined that her mother could ever behave in that way.

"Y- yeah, I had it before," she lied.

"Then, feel at ease, I won't be mad," she offered her can to Amelia.

"Um… can I really?" she asked, shyly.

"Yeah! You don't need to be shy just because this is an expensive beer. I betcha your teens can't buy beer that good for their parties, huh? Have a taste, babe."

"Um… okay, mom," Amelia picked the can as she sat down next to her mom. ' It's best for me if I sit down for this ', she thought.

Eleanor was occupying a lot of space on the couch since her legs were spread open, so Amelia was a little bit squeezed in the corner of the couch. Amelia could see really well down her mom's crotch. Her dick was bulging out, throbbing, and stretching her panties' fabric to the limit, making it almost visible. It was an impressive sight to behold, for her inexperienced eyes.

She blinked away from her mother's crotch and then looked at the cold can on her hands. She took a deep breath and then took a sip on the beer. Her face scrunched up as the liquid passed from her mouth to her throat, and she almost coughed.

Eleanor laughed a little at her daughter's face. ' Yep. That's a first timer right there ,' she thought. She couldn't believe that Amelia never had alcohol before. Eleanor back at her age was a boozehound already, always sneaking drinks from her mother when she wasn't looking.

"See, it's pretty good compared to that cheap shit, right?"

"Y- yeah… it's wild," this was her first taste of alcohol, let alone beer, so she didn't know how to think of it. She didn't dislike it, but the taste has some 'getting used to', as they say.

Eleanor put her hand down on her daughter's thigh as she was still recovering for her first sip. Her hand then crossed her white skin and went over her inner thigh, feeling her up as she looked down at Amelia.

"If you want you can grab a can for yourself," Eleanor said.

"I- I think I'm good, thanks," Amelia returned her mother's can as she got up, feeling red for both having tasted beer, and also her mother's overtly intimate caressing.

"Yeah, it's still early for drinking, I suppose," Eleanor took two big gulps from her beer, watching her daughter disappear behind the stairs. "I'll start making lunch soon, okay?"

"Whatever…" Amelia said, trying to look composed as she tried not to look at her mother's bulge again, and yet, there she was getting a privileged look at it from the stairs. It was just so… eye-catching. She rubbed her thighs together as she… couldn't help herself.

The way it strained against the cloth, the way her mother displayed it proudly. She never knew her mom could be so… perverted, but proud of it, at the same time. And she was already having a hard time not looking at the bulge, so her surprise when Eleanor pulled her panties down was immense.

Her cock sprung up, throbbing and full mast. "God, that feels good," sighed Eleanor. Eleanor adjusted herself on the couch as she wrapped a hand around her member, not realizing that her daughter was at the cusp of the stairs yet. She put the can down on the coffee table as she grabbed the remote with her other hand.

Amelia couldn't believe her ears when her mom put porn on the TV; the room suddenly filled with moans of pleasure from the porn actress. Amelia looked at the screen in shock - thinking that her mother couldn't possibly have access to premium porn. Not her catholic, prudish mother. So, she thought that that video was just on a web app.

"Don't come down the stairs, okay, babe? I'm… busy!" Eleanor said, loud, starting to jack off her cock shamelessly, pumping her hand faster around her rigid member. She really thought that Amelia had already climbed the stairs.

Amelia didn't even bother looking at the TV. The only thing her eyes were transfixed upon was on her mother's big, thick, and throbbing cock. It was pulsating with each stroke, already dribbing pre-cum. ' God, it's so fucking big…… Are all futa cocks really like that, then? Holy shit… ' Amelia bit her own lower lip as she observed her mother gasp and pant to herself as she relieved her own pent up lust.

It felt like Amelia was staring for ages, but it was only some seconds before shame overcame Amelia's instincts and she shut down her eyes immediately. She couldn't believe what she was looking at! She gritted her teeth and quickly ran up the stairs, not saying anything.

' What kind of perverted mother do I have?!' she thought to herself, while reaching her room. Her heart was racing, but she didn't know why, exactly. Was it from the shock, or from something else?

Meanwhile, Eleanor was happily stroking to her porn while panting softly, letting pleasure take control. "Oh, yeah, look at this fat butt, fuck…" she shamelessly said it out loud. imagining how her daughter's butt would feel and look.

Chapter 2: Eleanor Whitfield

Summary:

Amelia gets to know Eleanor better and what makes her mom herself.

Notes:

Saturday arrives, and so does another chapter. This time we'll take a deeper dive into Eleanor and her thoughts about herself and family as we get to understand her character better.

Thank you all so much for reading the first chapter, and a special thank you for all of the comments!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Later that night, Eleanor was cooking dinner. She was still in her purple underwear that really showed off her deep cleavage and was tight on her butt, which was very thick, showing her nice thick bulge on the front as well. However, she was wearing an apron this time over it.

Normally, Eleanor would make healthy balanced meals rich in all the kinds of nutrients needed for a hard week, but tonight… She was in the mood for junk food.

The kitchen now had a distinctive smell of oil and booze. Eleanor was tipsy as she deep fried a disgusting amount of chicken legs.

The sizzling of the oil frying as she took a very deep gulp of her beer made her feel at ease.

The oven was also blasting off. Since Eleanor thought deep fried chicken wasn't enough, she decided to put a frozen pizza into the oven as well. So, at least if they were tired of eating only chicken they would have a second option.

"Aaand, if there's any leftovers, we can eat it tomorrow, so who cares."

"Oh, wow, what is that smell?" a voice was heard from the room, and Eleanor, in her underwear and without any shame, turned to her daughter.

"Oh, sweetie, you're here," Eleanor smiled at her, and then pointed to the table. "I'm waiting for pizza, but there's some chicken ready if you're hungry. And don't be shy and grab some alcohol in the freezer."

"Mom… I don't know. Alcohol? Are you okay?" Amelia looked at her mother… Eleanor was strange the other days, but it's as if something really snapped in her head today.

First she was jerking off to a tv show actress, then to porn in the middle of the living room. Now this? Amelia was almost worried something was happening. ' My mother would never offer alcohol to me ,' she thought. ' Not only that, she wouldn't do anything of this sort. I always thought she was such a prude… '

But the Eleanor in front of Amelia right now was someone else. Someone that didn't ask about Amelia's school, her grade, her future's choices. She was making junk food, asking for pizza, and saying that alcohol consumption was permitted as she was tipsy and dressed only in her underwear while in front of her daughter.

So, Amelia was obviously a bit scared. She wasn't afraid of the changes Eleanor had, mostly, but of what would happen when this new, fun, mom disappears?

Will she fight me? Will she tell me it was a test to measure how stupid and self-indulgent I am? Amelia thought. Who is this mom that is practically an alien? '

"What are you talking about? Of course it's fine," said Eleanor. "It's Friday, I haven't had a vacation in years! This storm is heaven-sent! These are the last days we'll spend together and then we're going back to work for God knows how long. You know… for the rest of this week, I'll fucking have some fun."

Eleanor turned to the fridge and grabbed another cold beer, still closed. She then put it into her daughter's hand.

"Here, even though it's just the two of us, let's crack a cold one and have good fun. Let's party, baby! Let me show you how we all partied back in the day!"

"Heh… mom, aren't you exaggerating with the alcohol?" Amelia asked, looking at the beer in her hand.

"Pshh, nonsense. I'm just starting, baby. Are you chickening out on me?" She grabbed a chicken leg for further emphasis. "Or maybe… did I turn you into a lame teen that doesn't go to parties, perhaps?" she teased. She very much knew that Amelia probably didn't go to a lot of parties. If she even went at all. But it was funny seeing her reactions.

"W- what?" Amelia said, her cheeks slowly turning red as she looked with arched eyebrows at Eleanor.

"I see, I thought you were just pretending to be shy when I offered beer to you earlier. Pardon your mom, sweetie," she put the chicken leg on the bowl again as she got a little bit serious.

"N- no… I've been to parties, I- I'm cool, okay?!" Amelia suddenly snapped. What is up with her mom saying all of this, out of nowhere? She didn't look like Eleanor at all, she thought, as she glared at her. "You're the one that always act like a fucking prude! You always go to church and you always complain about loud noises! I've seen you speak badly about the way people dress, and you always dress yourself like a nun, too!"

"Nuns can be sexy."

" Ugh ! I don't understand, okay?! You just completely changed suddenly, I've never seen you act like this! What is wrong with you?! You're not my mom at all! You look like a fucking stupid whore!" Amelia banged the beer can against the wood table, staring daggers at Eleanor.

Eleanor's eyes widened at the words. She suddenly had a flash of memories cross her mind, that almost made all the alcohol fogging her decisions clear up instantly. She looked down at how she is presenting herself to her daughter and a pinch of shame heavied in her body and face, making her flush completely red.

Eleanor covered her body with her arms as her shoulders tensed up, her skin growing tinted red in embarrassment, showing shame as she shrunk her demeanor, like a turtle cloistering in its shell.

"... Stupid whore…? You're right," Eleanor said, like a whisper. She put her beer down at the table, "I'm sorry."

Eleanor shut the fryer and quickly passed her daughter, going upstairs. Before she hit the stairs, Amelia realized what she just said, and she turned to her mother.

"No, mom, I didn't mean —" she tried to reach out, but her mom was already climbing the stairs. "Fuck, you had to open this big mouth, Amelia."

She unconsciously looked at a bookcase that contained a younger portrait of the family, depicting her, her sister, her mother and her grandmother.

Her grandmother took her position in the middle, with one arm across her daughter's shoulder on the left, and her hand on Amelia's shoulder on the opposite side. Amelia scowled at the picture. She never liked it. Her grandmother was wearing a big hat, in a big white dress with buttons, a crucifix on her neck. She was visibly older than all of them, but had a regal appearance with white hair, a simple smile on her face with red lipstick. She was the definition of 'old but still beautiful'.

Her mother had a similar way to dress, with a different hat and dress. She wasn't smiling, in fact, she almost had a somber facial expression. She was looking at the camera with her head slightly down, like she was bothered by something, almost. She was also holding Amelia's sister, Kate. She was a baby, wearing a little pink onesie with short curly red hair and a gleeful demeanor as she tried to play with Eleanor's hair.

Amelia was still pretty much a child, she was about 10 years old in that picture, she remembers. She was wearing a frilly dress, and because of this she was shy and quiet when that picture was taken. She wore that dress because her grandmother had insisted, and Eleanor basically went with it. Amelia could recall her mother pretty much saying 'you should do as your grandmother says, Amy,' on that day.

Amelia looked at that framed picture, still scowling, and she lowered it, hiding the photo without any shame. Amelia hated it. She hated the fact that her grandmother was basically the one on the top in this picture. She was between everyone and holding the other members of the family like she pretty much owned them.

The more Amelia looked at it, the more she grew to despise what it represented as she grew up.

She wondered about the family she had. Eventually, she was old enough to notice that her grandmother was the head of the family, the headmistress. She always appeared to dictate or had a say in what her mother decided and didn't. Amelia just thought her mom went along with her because she respected grandmother, but… from what she saw this week, Amelia is starting to draw a different picture.

(…)

Amelia had returned from the kitchen after she had closed the oven. The Pizza was edible, but it was mildly burnt when she noticed the oven was even on.

Even so, she put the hit pizza over the table, looking also at the bowl of chicken legs on top of it.

She didn't want to think that this was her dinner, but there is nothing else to eat right now. Honestly, she didn't particularly care if she ate chicken legs or not, she was just baffled that her mother was the one who decided to have this diet right now.

' She is still upstairs, I'm getting worried, ' Amelia thought. ' Who would've known my mom could be slutty… ' this was something that never crossed her mind. ' Okay, I'll talk with mom .'

(…)

Amelia politely knocked on her mother's bedroom door.

"Yes, Amelia, is something the matter?"

' Great, she's talking all formal again ,' Amelia thought, ironically. "Mom, can I come in?" she asked, waiting at the door.

"Yes, there's no locked doors in this house."

Yeah, sometimes she wished there was. Nevertheless, Amelia opened the door and entered the master bedroom. The place was obviously the biggest bedroom of the house. It had access to a full bathroom and also a medium-sized walk-in closet. The room was nearly furnished in every detail. It had blue naval walls with a queen size white bed, blue carpet and modern style shelves and nightstand with a TV wall. It was a roomy place with a fancy little chandelier illuminating the room.

Eleanor was wearing a white blouse and jeans, looking towards the big window of the room while sitting on the bed. When Amelia approached her, she noticed Eleanor was holding a little crucifix in her hand tightly. Amelia sighed to the image.

"Mom, I… I took the pizza out. Are you not hungry?"

"Oh, I apologize, Amelia… I forgot to tell you about it. Was it burned?"

"Don't worry about it, but… yeah, a little bit," Amelia sat down together with her mother. "Mom, look. I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say these things to you. I overstepped. I didn't mean any of these words at all." Amelia was right to the sore spot.

"No, sweetie. You didn't say anything wrong. In fact, you could say that I'm used to being called a whore."

' What, ' thought Amelia. She was used to it? How can someone ever say something like that?

"Mom, please, tell me, what's going on?"

"It's okay, Amelia," Eleanor said. "You don't have to understand anything, you just have to know that I'm doing this for you."

Amelia and Eleanor looked at each other. Amelia was about to understand why her mother behaved the way she did. She wanted to uncover the truths.

"The way you're acting right now… is forced, isn't it?" Eleanor didn't say anything in response. She just looked at the window again. "Mom, tell me. Don't you think I deserve to know the truth?"

Elanor looked at her daughter for a moment and she sighed. She wasn't drunk anymore. She was repenting about how she slipped so hard in so little time. Now she has a daughter pressing her for answers.

"I need to do this for the both of us, sweetie. This, right now, is just how I am," she gestured to herself, "when I'm trying my best."

"Mom… you're always trying your best, then? Don't you need a break?"

Eleanor almost sighed. No, she did sigh. Gods knows how she wanted - needed - a break. It's been practically what she's been dreaming about. She wanted to deny herself from slacking off, but this storm, it's… she's at the cusp of breaking down. She's at her limit now, and she can't handle it.

"Does this have to do with grandmother?" Eleanor flinched at the mention of her mother into the conversation.

"Sweetie…"

"Mom, please, does she force you to do something? What is the deal with her? You always look so stiff when she's around… I - I hate her."

"AMELIA WHITFIELD!" Her mother snapped. Amelia shrunk at the sudden yell, but her mother noticed what she did too late. "Sorry! I didn't mean to yell, just…… Your grandmother is pretty much the reason you and I are alive today."

"Please, mom…! Can't you just explain it to me? I… I'm old enough!"

Not like this , thought Eleanor. She didn't want to tell her like this. She didn't even want to tell her at all. Her past, her bleak past. She didn't want to remember, much rather tell her own daughter. How could she? Not after all these years.

"Please," said Eleanor. "I don't want to."

Amelia turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly. Her mother was hiding something away from her. Something dark. Something that she must know. And to get to it… She bit down her lip and made her decision.

"Fine," she said, simply. She opened her eyes and faced her mother. "I'm gonna ask grandmother instead."

"W- What?" Eleanor stammered. She wasn't ready for that answer at all, In fact, she thought she had misheard Amelia when she had said it.

"I said… I'm gonna ask Grandmother. If you don't want to tell me, then I'll just ask her instead!" Amelia pursed her lips and then walked it off quickly.

"Wait!" Eleanor said, but to no avail. "I said wait !" fear and pure panic stilled in her heart, she rushed to her feet. Her daughter didn't obey her and didn't slow down either. Eleanor's heart despaired. She rushed herself, and started to walk faster, in mad pursuit of her daughter, that had already reached the door. " AMELIA WHITFIELD, DON'T YOU DARE!"

Every second was like a nightmare for Eleanor's heart. She couldn't allow it, she couldn't even imagine it. Whatever she must do, she couldn't, couldn't let Amelia go after her grandmother. If she did… If she does…!

Even though she didn't want to, she had to forcefully grasp her daughter's wrist, impeding her from leaving. Amelia grunted and yelled, " Let me go! You can't stop me!" with raging determination.

Now, Eleanor wasn't the strongest person in the world, but she wasn't the weakest. And she was definitely stronger than her daughter. She pushed Amelia away from the door and then she held her in place, successfully pushing and pinning her down onto the bed.

" Please stop! " Eleanor said. She was afraid. Angry that her daughter just ignored her, but simply afraid. Her chest was heaving up and down heavily, and her pulse was going to extremes. She held her daughter down as her heart broke in places.

Amelia struggled against her mother's force, but she couldn't fight. After some moments she simply gave up and - when she was about to yell at Eleanor - she saw her mother's face.

"Please…" pleaded Eleanor, "don't tell her. Not her… She would… she would tell you everything… everything …" she gritted her teeth. She was a mess. She didn't want to push her daughter. She didn't want to yell. She felt like crying, but she couldn't. Not right now. Not in front of her. Not in front of her baby girl.

"Then tell me!" huffed Amelia, getting some of her fight back. She was so surprised that her mother was so clearly frustrated and afraid that she had lost it for a moment. But she stilled her resolve and asked. " You tell me."

Eleanor's head was traveling to a time that was very foggy and distant as she thought about everything that had happened. She didn't want to disclose it… but her daughter wasn't leaving her any choice.

"If you don't… I will ask grandmother. Maybe not today or tomorrow… But I will…" Her mother's eyes were trembling, and Amelia could see how frightened she was. "Please… Mom… I won't judge you…!"

After a moment of silence as Eleanor thought, she finally made her decision. Eleanor clenched her jaw and unclenched her daughter's wrists, letting her go. She stroked her cheek and rubbed her eyes, kneeling on her bed, defeated.

"Sit… I'll tell you," she said, her mind already lost in her memories.

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"So… are you ready?" The voice asked, and Eleanor smiled, putting a cheap diving glasses over her face.

"Fuck… yes," she answered. Then someone pushed her head down onto a bucket filled to the top with vodka, that overflowed the moment her head went inside. Immediately, the booming chanting echoed.

"DRINK IT! DRINK IT! DRINK IT! DRINK IT!"

Someone then pulled her face out of it, and Eleanor spit some vodka still on her mouth, completely hammered as she yelled, "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and everyone cheered her on.

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A futa pushed Eleanor down onto a table roughly as she then grabbed her by the hips and pushed her cock deep inside her in one thrust, making Eleanor grunt in discomfort and pleasure at the same time.

"Fucking be careful!" she said, receiving a mighty slap on her butt that made her moan.

"Not with you," the woman smiled, pushing her cock all the way in and starting to fuck her.

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"Oh, my fucking God…!" A teenager said, eyes wide. Another teen at her side smiled pleasurably.

"Told you, this bitch is the largest in the school," she said, pulling and tugging the cock in front of her as it quickly got harder and even more erect. The other teenager's mouth was watering as she looked at the portrayer of that cock.

"Suuuuck iiiit!" A completely hammered Eleanor said, giggling to herself.

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"Hahaha, yeah shake that ass for me, bitch!" a black young woman smiled as she let her futa lover shake her ass for her. She got completely wet watching that drunk whore shake it for her.

Eleanor simply smiled and did as told. She shook her hips and jiggled her supple butt and grinded against that woman's crotch like she depended on it.

"Someone give me my fucking dildo… I'm gonna have my fun with this whore right here," she said, getting wetter and wilder as she lost herself in that image of pure lewdness, shaking her ass in front of her.

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"Wow, you're just rutting all over her, haha!" Eleanor's girlfriend laughed her ass off, watching Eleanor fucking her girlfriend's best friend. Eleanor was grunting and panting as she moved her hips in abandon. "You're such a fucking whore!" her girlfriend said, slapping her supple white butt.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Eleanor said, moaning, and her girlfriend held her butt and started to move her hips, forcing Eleanor to go faster on her best friend.

"Fucking breed her, your stupid whore!" her girlfriend smiled and said, her hand crepting into her clit as she masturbated to that scene. She could cum just looking at it.

"Yes! Yes! Give me your milk, your fucking bimbo!"

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These were only some of the things Eleanor heard during her teenage years. Not only did she hear them, but she indeed believed in every word.

I'm just a whore. I'm a bitch that loves sex. My true talent is to breed and be bred . She repeated these phrases like they were a motto she had to live by, as if she lived in a real-life tacky porn parody. She fucked at every opportunity, she had sex at any given moment, and she enjoyed every single second.

To say that she was happy while having sex was an understatement. No… Eleanor felt truly alive when she was having sex. Either masturbating, fucking or being fucked, sucking a dick or pussy, being anally probed or orally provoked. She was the most happy while she was sexually active.

Of course, life isn't as simple as that. Indeed, she was used to having sex all the time, and she believed every word hurled at her that she was truly a bitch. She lived by these standards and didn't mind when somebody called her that.

However.

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"You… truly are a drunk - idiotic - cheap whore. You're a waste of my time; effort; money; and genes. You should be ashamed from coming out of the womb of the woman I've loved," those words were thrown at her. With such coldness, devoid of any kind of warmth or emotion beside disappointment and held-back anger. Eleanor remembered how she felt like a hole was pierced into her heart. Especially after what came next.

"From today onwards you're not a daughter of mine," was the phrase she heard from Eleanor's mother, after her biggest and most massive orgy so far, which was hosted in her mother's mansion.

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This was the wake up call. And not only was she kicked from her mansion and had to scrape by with a miserable job and little possessions she had, she didn't become poor, but she was just somewhat above the poverty threshold. But the worst of all was when she discovered she was pregnant.

She tried to live off by herself, but she got fired from her job as a stripper the moment her pregnancy was discovered.

Alone, she could try to live by herself and kid, but then she thought about what kind of future she would have - when she could barely live by herself alone. If she had a kid with her… After a while she didn't have any other choice but to go back to her mother and lick up her boot, hoping for the best.

"Very well," her mother said. "I'll take you under my wing, I'll even give you a respectable job, but you'll have to do exactly what I say. All the time. No exceptions. You'll be my perfect daughter, just like you're supposed to."

"And… that's it," Eleanor finished, "everything I have - we have - was only possible because of her. I lived recklessly my entire life and I almost killed myself. I almost killed you," added Eleanor, devoided of emotion, simply stating a fact. "But she gave me a second chance when she didn't need to. Now I have to repay this debt."

"So, the way you're acting this week was… your normal self?"

"No, this is my stupid self," she quickly corrected, as to not give her daughter the wrong idea. "The one I hate. The one I have to keep under wraps. I can't allow myself to go back to what I was. I'm not allowed to. Our lives depend on the way I behave," Eleanor had a dejected expression, a demeanor of a person who had accepted their destiny, her life of vicissitudes, like the autumn that precedes the harshest of winters.

"But… You have to be allowed to take a rest… To be allowed to be who you are."

"I can't. I already did that a lot when I was younger, after all. I lived my life to the fullest in my teens. I did what I wanted, disregarding everything and everyone around me. I was narcissistic and selfish, leaning myself into debauchery like it was the sweetest of wines. Now, it's my time to be responsible. For you. For my family."

Amelia looked at her mother. The image of her that was hunkered down while sitting, crutching the crucifix in her hand strongly again, as if to remind herself, to steel her demeanor.

Amelia didn't like what she was seeing. A vision of her mother that was shy, introverted, that was censored. She pretty much preferred her other mom.

The one who was in her underwear openly in the living room, who jerked off, allowed Amelia to be free. The one who offered her beer. The mom that seemed… happy, that smiled and was also free to do as she wanted. ' There's nothing wrong in being that kind of mom. No, ' she thought to herself, ' That other mom was the real one. This one is my grandmother's wicked vision. It isn't real. '

"C'mon, mom. Just for today?" insisted Amelia, for the first time.

Notes:

Thank you all for reading! Have a great weekend! ~Kuma

Next chapter will be released the next weekend (either Saturday or Sunday)!

Chapter 3: Rupture

Summary:

Frustrations burst out as mother and daughter became too drunk. A line is trespassed.

Notes:

Another saturday arrives, and so do another chapter. Thanks for all the feedback and comments in general! You guys have my heart!

We're about midway of the first act, so I hope you're all enjoying the ride.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Are you sure, sweetie? I don't know, I'm really…"

"No buts, mom, c'mon… wasn't it you the one who wanted to drink? To let it go?" Amelia led her mother downstairs, to where she had put the opened beer back into the freezer, so it wouldn't get warm.

Amelia opened the fridge and offered the beer that Eleanor was drinking before she headed upstairs a few hours ago. Eleanor looked at her daughter's hands, without saying anything. She was conflicted. In her head, she really wanted an escape from her reality as an uptight, prudish single mom that was perfect in every way, but she was afraid of going back to her old ways.

"Mom… it's fine, right?" Amelia put the beer on Eleanor's hands, and wrapped her fingers around it herself. "You've raised me well, and you worked hard. I never knew you did so much for me. Thank you," Amelia smiled, and Eleanor looked at her daughter's face and felt herself tearing up.

"I… did raise you well… didn't I? You're such a good girl," Eleanor sniffed hard. ' Oh, gods, I'm going to cry,' Eleanor thought, as she dabbed her right eye with a finger.

"Mom… you're the best. I mean it," Amelia softly came closer to Eleanor and she shily hugged her closely, putting her head on her mother's shoulders and caressing her back slowly. Amelia was feeling emotional, somewhat, as well.

Amelia has been smart since her childhood. Even though she was starting to fail at school, it wasn't simply because she was dumb. To know her mother's true nature, even if it was still an incomplete picture, and to know she passed through so much in order to raise her… Amelia really could put into perspective how much her mother had to sacrifice just because she wanted her daughter's safety. She could realize that Eleanor really tried her best.

"I don't think I would ever, ever, have so much resolve as you, mom. Thank you, for everything." Amelia tightened her embrace on Eleanor, "please… even if it's just for some days, be who you are. Grandmother isn't here, and I won't judge you."

Eleanor eyes' got wet as she heard her daughter's words. Truly, I have the best daughter in the whole world, she thought. To hear these words meant the world for her. She rested the beer can on the table and hugged her daughter tightly, kissing her cheek and squeezing her body, smiling harder and harder.

"I will then!" She laughed, putting her face up her daughter's neck and peppering it with sweet kisses that made Amelia giggle, "will you join me?" she asked. "Please, join me," Eleanor continue to torture her with ticklish kisses.

"O- okay! I will, I'll join," Amelia laughed as she struggled to get out of her mom's embrace, but Eleanor wasn't making it easy, squeezing her harder.

"Then let's crack open some whisky and soda and eat up this succulent, slightly burned pizza!" Her mother said, gleefully.

Eleanor truly, truly felt happy. When was the last time I had the time to pamper my little and cute daughter like that? She thought. At that point, she wasn't having ulterior motives yet. She wanted to let go? Yes, but she wasn't planning on going all the way. How quickly things scalared, however.

" Mooom ~" complained Amelia, between laughs as Eleanor was glued tight to her daughter with nowhere to escape her embrace.

(…)

What followed was a nice dinner in the living room. Eleanor fried some more chicken legs just in case, and she brought all of the drinks, chicken and pizza. They sat on the couch to watch some stream services realities while eating and talking shit about the show.

Amelia was drinking less, but she was still having fun. Soon enough her mother was tipsy and she ditched her blouse again, saying that she was too hot for it. Amelia didn't shy away either. She looked at mother - who had discarded her top and was in her bra - enjoying that her mom was the type of woman she pretty much wanted to be friends with, in highschool. In fact, Amelia wanted to be her friend right now. Who would've thought that her mom was so fucking cool under all that façade?

"Mom, these chicken legs are so good, what the fuck. This is better than KFC!" Amelia was delightfully eating the juicy legs her mom had fried, as Eleanor was drinking beer.

Eleanor laughed in her newfound stupor from the beer and whiskey she has been drinking so far. Her confident persona was again laid bare to the world while she sat on the couch with her legs spread.

"Your mom knows a secret or two," she looked at her daughter. Amelia looked so sexy with her face flushed.

Eleanor couldn't resist her lust after some hours of teasing and drinking. She hooked her daughter through her shoulder and glued her teenager daughter to her body. Amelia bumped into her mother and she immediately flushed embarrassed. She looked up at Eleanor who smiled before drinking more beer, like nothing was happening.

"Hey, you're not drinking enough," Eleanor said, and she then put her can to Amelia's mouth. "I'm not allowing my daughter to have weak alcohol resistance. C'mon, drink up," she leaned the can over Amelia's mouth and she started drinking in panic. She didn't gag, but it was close. "Yeah, there you go, drink up, babe."

Eleanor lowered the can and Amelia panted deeply and grimaced as she recovered, feeling her throat start to burn.

"God, mom, I thought you were going to drown me," said Amelia, in the midst of some coughs.

"I would never drown you, sweetheart," Eleanor reached her daughter's ear and started to kiss it, making Amelia giggle.

"Nooo, mooom!" Amelia tried to escape her mother's caressing prison, but to no avail, "mom, don't kiss me! I'm too old for this, stop!"

"You act so innocent, Amy…" her mother stopped kissing her daughter. Amelia really thought the reason why Eleanor was kissing her was to pamper her, but it was just kisses of sexual desire.

What am I even doing ? Eleanor thought, inwardly. I should be stopping this here. She's already drunk . Amelia had her cheeks and ears red. She was tipsy and about to become drunk with a few more gulps. She was new to alcohol, so her body was simply too dazed and shocked from experiencing something for the first time, like someone that lived years in the dark and went blind from stepping into the light for the first time. But I don't want to stop this, either. Eleanor thought. This is harmless. Yeah. I shouldn't be doing this, but this is ultimately harmless . We're just having fun while drinking .

"Alcohol is the best, right, Amy?"

"R- right…" now that Amelia had a good taste of beer, and whisky, she could at least confidently say something like that without feeling like a liar.

"God, do you know how difficult it is to not just drink every drop of wine they serve in our companies' social gatherings? Hell."

Eleanor grabbed another chicken leg and absolutely went to town with it. She still had Amelia glued to her body, and Amelia didn't seem to mind, since she wasn't moving not even a bit, and she didn't seem uncomfortable with the situation either - just honestly shocked that her mother was devouring a chicken leg like a hooligan.

"Well, tonight you can just relax…" said Amelia, composing herself a bit. "You know, I'm pretty shocked to discover that my mom is like this."

"Well…! Sorry to disappoint you, but your mother is a whore."

"What?" Amelia laughed after hearing what she said. It was so out of the blue she didn't react properly. "I think it's… I think it's refreshing. I always thought I didn't belong in our family."

"What do you mean, are you a whore?" Eleanor ogled Amelia with a raised eyebrow and Amelia immediately tensed up.

"N- No! I didn't mean like this, I…"

Eleanor started to laugh, "You should see your face!" she snorted. She then drank a bit more. Amelia's heart calmed down, realizing her mom was just joking. Sighing, Eleanor slightly shook her daughter's shoulders. "Isn't this because you're rebellious by nature? Wanting to go against your terrible, terrible family?" she emphatically and jokingly teased.

"I am, don't get me wrong. But you're too! I mean… don't be mad, but… f- fuck grandmother! Why can't you have the life you want?" Amelia stared at her mom, but she visibly relaxed when Eleanor didn't lash out at the 'fuck grandmother' remark.

"Aren't you a baby? To be bragging like that to your mother? You don't even know me that well."

"Because you're Ms. Pain In My Butt all the time," smiled Amelia. "I never got to meet the real you."

"Well… why don't we? How about a friendly play of 'Never have I ever'?"

(…)

"Never have I ever…" Eleanor started this round. They've been drinking for some rounds already and things were starting to get spicy in proportion to the amount of alcohol consumption, "watched porn behind my mother's back."

Eleanor drank from her beer as Amelia huffed and looked suspiciously at Eleanor, with a half smile.

"I swear this is not how you play this game," she said.

Eleanor mumbled confusedly, as she didn't know what her daughter asked, shrugging. She drank her beer and smiled. "Just wanted to check what you watched?"

Amelia scoffed and drank her beer like she was supposed to.

"Never have I ever had sex in a public location!" Said Amelia, completely proud that she came up with that one.

"Oh, please… this game is just too easy for you," Eleanor drank her beer. "Haah! Good stuff. Never have I ever had sex, at all ." Eleanor drinked again, after all she had done that. And quite a lot of it. But she asked only to see her daughter looking troubled.

She eventually drank as well.

"Oh, 16 years and still a virgin. What a maiden~" teased Eleanor.

"Mom, that's so mean," scoffed her daughter, looking flabbergasted at her.

"Okay, okay… How about… I never watched porn in front of my mom." Surprisingly, this time Eleanor didn't drink. Amelia also looked at Eleanor without saying anything, and Eleanor just smiled.

She grabbed the remote and changed the channel to a porn ppv. Amelia gasped and looked at her mother with wide eyes, as Eleanor only looked back with a half smile.

"Heh, now you did."

"Mom, you're playing dirty! Also, it was my turn, not yours!"

"Details…" Eleanor moaned.

On the screen, a fat-assed blonde was being drilled by two cocks at the same time. Moving up and down like a crazy bitch as she moaned for the camera. Eleanor looked at the screen.

"This is so fake. When I moan in pleasure while riding someone, I mean it. Not like these stupid actresses."

Amelia was, again, shocked. She wasn't expecting to hear these words from none other than her mother. I guess that nobody would. Eleanor was simply drunk to filter her words out. So, instead of finding them strange and obnoxious, Amelia got curious instead.

"D- did you… did you ride on a lot of d… dicks?" Amelia asked, and just the question made Eleanor start to harden under her panties.

"Baby, I've rode so many dicks that I think I would be able to debunk Billy the Kid himself," laughed Eleanor, nudging her own daughter. " Get it? Cause he's a cowboy."

"God, mom…" Amelia cringed a bit at the terrible pun/joke, but she still chuckled a bit for the attempt.

"And I was 100% ready to deal with you becoming a little bimbo, you know? But I guess I've raised you… right? That feels weird to say."

"Mom, don't call women bimbos…" moaned Amelia.

"I'm you drunken mom, I can say the heck I want. You told me I can be free, so deal with it…" Eleanor just chugged another pint of beer down her throat before sighing contentedly. "And it's not like I mean it in a bad sense… I love bimbos, and I fucking love sex."

Eleanor slouched on the sofa. She was tired, honestly. Looking at her daughter, she could see she was very affected by the alcohol, but she seemed to be having fun too. As much fun as you can when your mind isn't working in full capacity.

"Is it really that good? Is it as amazing as porn makes it feel?" Amelia asked.

"Baby… it's pretty great. Porn is just acting, though. But there's tons of different types of sex… it has wild sex which you just feel like an animal in heat, and there's passionate sex that is slow and feels so good and intimate," not that I know much about that one , added Eleanor in her thought, "Just to name two of the few... Sex is only bad if you're dissatisfied with your partner. And I guess there's always people that just don't want to do it at all. Do you think you're like the last one?"

"What? N- no… I'm curious… about sex," Amelia said, and then she smiled impishly.

"Good…" Eleanor mumbled. "But yeah… sex is very… different and has a lot of variations, too. Our religion is… very straightforward with it, though. Futa and women belong to each other, and that's about it…" Eleanor had a distant look on her eyes as she quietly spoke. She wasn't really telling that to her daughter, and was just reminiscing about herself and her choices as she grew up. She then cupped her own belly slightly. "We are the first gender, and from us, men and women were born from our image. I don't… particularly understand the reasoning for that. And for a long time I was very… conflicted."

Amelia didn't really understand her mom's nonsensical mumblings all that well. She was too out of it because of the alcohol to put 2 and 2 together and understand something crucial about her mother's personality and, in addition, something essential about herself too. But that moment would come later. Right now, she was into that little game of theirs.

She cleared her throat and said, "My turn…! Never have I ever wanted to commit incest."

Eleanor looked at Amelia with a face as if written 'are you kidding me?', and then Eleanor shrugged and just drank her beer. "I guess I wasn't really trying to hide it…?"

Amelia laughed hard . It's been a little more than four hours since they started drinking and partying… and it was safe to say that Amelia was a little more than just drunk at this point. Not mentioning that she was getting horny from the porn, her mother being in her bra, and noticing the lust her mom was directing at her. "You were touching yourself to me earlier too, right? Even though I was in front of you. Like. Goddamn!"

"…I'll admit it. I was. I was, and I feel no shame, because you're so fucking sexy…" her mother finished the setence with a low husky voice.

"Have you no fucking shame?" Amelia smiled, feeling flattered and shy at the same time. She definitely didn't expect what was coming next.

Eleanor brought her daughter close and put the beer can on the coffee table to embrace her daughter closely, caressing her face smoothly as she brought her lips closer to Amelia.

"Have you ever kissed someone, baby?" Eleanor asked, her breath was caressing her daughter's face. It was full of alcohol, but at the same time, the way her lips were curved slightly into that smile that was inviting and warm; her eyes brimmed with lust and expectation aimed at her. Amelia couldn't help but become excited herself.

"I… um… yeah, a little…" this time Amelia wasn't lying, but her experience was almost zero anyway.

"Then, want to kiss mommy too?" She said in a husky voice. Eleanor was hornier than Amelia, and she wanted to make Amelia as horny as she was.

Amelia looked at her mother, without answering. Her eyes were wide and her chest was racing, blood pumping into her body, making her almost as awake as she could. And she couldn't deny herself… her mother seemed very tantalizing right now.

"…Can I?" she asked, almost hesitantly.

Eleanor didn't give any answers. She just leaned in more - slowly - and glued their lips together in a somewhat chaste kiss, even if on the lips. Amelia froze, closing her eyes shut tight, and Eleanor kept the kiss for some seconds before she leaned out. Amelia opened her eyes and looked at her mom.

Eleanor had a very sensual and flushed face, and Amelia let out a deep breath before leaning in against her mother, passionately, melting in a moan of pleasure.

As Amelia glued on Eleanor, Eleanor brought her daughter tightly close to her as their lips connected again and again. Eleanor raised the porn's volume with the remote before she occupied herself with Amelia.

Amelia straddled one of Eleanor's legs as she got herself up and glued her body with her mother. Amelia's lips were tightly closed against Eleanor's mouth as they kissed again multiple times, her core becoming hotter and her panties becoming wetter at each new second.

Eleanor held her daughter's hips tightly as she licked her daughter's lips. Amelia twitched strongly when she felt her mom lick her mouth, and she gasped pleasurably. She leaned in against Eleanor again, losing themselves in the pleasure. Eleanor breathed in and moaned onto her daughter's pink lips.

Amelia was also moaning, and hugged her mother as she loved that sensation. Her mind was being invaded by pleasure that Amelia couldn't deny. She didn't want to deny her mother's sexy tongue rubbing her lips… in fact, she wanted it.

Eleanor held Amelia tightly still, gasping with each new lick, "you're so sexy, baby…" Eleanor held Amelia through her neck, bringing her closer, "kiss your mommy!"

Amelia couldn't resist. She wanted to give in! She opened her mouth and glued their lips together. Shyly, Amelia's tongue rubbed against her mother's. With each new caress Eleanor did, Amelia tingled and flushed all over, bolts of pleasure were felt throughout her body and her crotch became wetter as Eleanor hugged Amelia.

'What is this?' thought Amelia, as her mouth was dominated by her own mom. Owned. ' What is this pleasure? ' she thought as Eleanor danced around Amelia's hot mouth. Eleanor conducted that kiss and did whatever she wanted to her daughter's lips and mouth. She probed, teased and squeezed whatever she felt like it.

Meanwhile, Amelia was trembling and moaning. The tongue inside her mouth, dancing around her own tongue, tasting her saliva, rubbing against every curve of her mouth. Amelia didn't understand this pleasure. She didn't know kisses could make you like this, this melting from the inside feeling that she never experienced while kissing someone before…

Eleanor and Amelia kept kissing each other. Or rather, Eleanor continued her onslaught in her daughter's mouth. Eleanor was making sure her daughter was horny for her. Amelia, however, was way more than just horny. Her body was so hot and ready, her pussy was puffing up and getting moisty, her body heated up and her nipples were getting stiffer with every second. If it wasn't for her bra, they would be visible through her shirt.

But that was only the first barrier. In fact, Eleanor was still afraid of crossing a red light right now, so she just kept kissing her daughter. They kissed and kissed… They just kept kissing for a long time… eventually Amelia got bolder and started to dominate more, to insert her tongue inside her mother's mouth back, caressing her mother's tongue sensually.

Now the kiss was more sensual than filled with fiery passion. Eleanor and Amelia both moaned, but managed to regain their breaths back as they kept exploring each other's mouth. They kept kissing, taking short breaks to breathe in between. Amelia was actually the one pushing her mother back for more kisses. Eleanor kept caressing her daughter's hair, back, hips… but she didn't go any further. Neither did Amelia.

Amelia was also too afraid to advance. Kissing her own mother was already making her heart race as if it was going to jump out of her mouth. There's no way she would just do anything different. She wasn't bold enough to do so alone, and Eleanor was afraid.

If it was any other woman, Eleanor would be stripping her and already jumping to foreplay. But who was the woman she was kissing? She was reckless and wild when drunk, but she wasn't crazy. She wanted to do it with her daughter, but she wasn't going to force herself on her. She couldn't be certain that her daughter wanted to continue, and she was afraid to be seen as a pervert if she asked. Kissing could still be seen as two drunk people doing stupid things, but any more than that and Eleanor wouldn't be able to face it in a clear mind if her daughter wasn't willing.

Eventually they broke off from each other, Amelia going to her mother's side on the couch once again. They both were breathing hard, as they had spent about an hour in sloppy kisses with each other. Amelia, still feeling high in adrenaline for what she did, grabbed her beer and emptied the can on deep gulps before thrashing the can on the ground, breathing hard. She was totally intoxicated at this point.

Eleanor, however, was just feeling horny . She was about to go mad in sheer lust. Kissing her own daughter just left her incredibly bothered from the frustration of not being able to continue; ' holy shit, this is insane! This is so fucking hot ' was some of her thoughts.

"Gah… Too tight!" complained Eleanor. "Get off, baby," Eleanor started to unbuckle her jeans before quickly pulling it down! Eleanor was also breathing hard, as her cock was once again totally strained against her panties' fabric. Her bulge was gigantic, and it was throbbing, with a very visible precum spot where her cock tip was.

Amelia couldn't help but stare at her mother's crotch, gulping hard as she saw it. She had noticed the movements and, once again, she was transfixed on the bulge Eleanor had. Her cock was massive and was straining her underwear so hard… it was such a big tent, threatening to just tear it apart. She was feeling ashamed from showing herself like that, but she couldn't help herself either. Her own thoughts were also muddled by the bad decisions alcohol can bring.

"Mom, it's so big…" Amelia breathed hard as she stared at her mother's crotch.

Eleanor put her eyes on her daughter and her own chest started to race even more. She could see the look of surprise and wonder of her daughter's eyes. It was as if Eleanor was looking at a dog that wanted to bite a bone. And with that look aimed at her, she quietly understood. Her daughter was into it. She was into it herself as well. Both of them were willing.

Feeling a bit anxious, Eleanor made a decision, and pushed forward.

"…Wanna see it, baby?" Eleanor asked. Amelia looked at her mother's eyes and did nothing for what felt like minutes… and just nodded.

Eleanor pushed down her stretched panties - trembling in anxiety - and her cock sprang upwards, rigid and completely hard. Eleanor looked at Amelia, who looked at her mother's crotch. Desire was filling Amelia's chest and core as she became even hotter inside and in between her legs.

"It's so fucking big…" Amelia whispered out loud, not even noticing it herself. This was her first time seeing a penis so close. A real, hard, excited penis. She didn't deny her wishes to look closely at her mom's rigid cock, getting her face closer to her lap.

"…Do you want to touch it?" Eleanor gathered all of her strength to say these words, but she did it.

"…Can I?" was the only thing Amelia mustered to say, between the mess her feelings were.

"Yeah, baby, go ahead…" Eleanor's cock was twitching hard just by expecting her daughter's touch.

Slowly, Amelia put one hand over it… feeling how big and thick it was. "It's twitching…" said Amelia, mesmerized, as she felt how hot her mom's cock was, as if her dick was trying to burn her skin. She grasped the whole shaft with one hand. She was thick and her fingers almost couldn't wrap around her shaft completely. Then, she slowly put her other hand on it too. It was awkward and slow, as she was afraid that - if she made something wrong - her mother would ask her to stop.

"…You can stroke it if you want, babe…" whispered Eleanor, feeling the same as her daughter. She didn't want to scare her daughter, she didn't want Amelia to stop touching her dick. Eleanor had forgotten when was the last time she was so erect in her life.

"…Like this?" Amelia hesitantly asked, her heart racing like crazy! She had started to move one of her hands around the shaft, as the other shyly went up and down around her mother's base.

Eleanor let out a ragged breath of pleasure that quickly ran her whole body, "Y- yes… l- like that," she stammered. Eleanor was breathing slowly, but hard.

Amelia kept moving her hands, slowly exploring her mother's shaft. Eleanor was trying - and failing - not to melt under her daughter's ministrations. Precum was starting to gather on the tip of her cock, and Amelia curiously rubbed it against her mother's cock tip, making Eleanor moan louder as she trembled.

"…Do you like it, mom?"

Amelia was afraid. She didn't want to hurt her mother, but she kinda didn't want to stop stroking her either. So she was glad when Eleanor said, "I do l- like it… Grasp it harder, sweetie…!"

Amelia did as she was told, and gained her mother's moan of approval. Amelia didn't hesitate gripping it harder, as she continued her slow movements on her mom. Meanwhile Eleanor's head was racing with thoughts about what she should do so Amelia didn't stop what she's doing. But the pleasure of this moment and situation was fogging her thoughts. She could only think about the pleasure of feeling her daughter's hands all over her dick.

"F- faster……!" Moaned Eleanor, in a husky voice. She had leaned against the couch after kicking out her jeans out of her legs, closing her eyes for a brief second to enjoy the pleasure shocking against her body as her daughter diligently delivered her pleasure. Shit, shit, don't stop. Please, don't stop, sweetie. Don't fucking stop ! was everything on her mind.

"Okay… Like this?" Amelia started to rub her mother's dick up and down with both her hands at a faster pace.

"Yes…! Yes, fuck…!"

Amelia's hands stroked against Eleanor's rigid member, who was twitching and being covered in precum. Amelia used one of her hands to wipe the liquid over the shaft unconsciously, not realizing she was just lubing Eleanor's cock and making it more pleasurable for her. Eleanor was moaning more frequently, her eyes were foggy and her body was trembling in excitement as sheer pleasure was covering it, making her weak, and her cock harder and harder.

Amelia on the other hand was about to go crazy from the image. Her hands were really moving and she was seriously stroking and jerking her mother off. It wasn't fake, nor her imagination, Amelia was really masturbating her with both hands. And the thought that Eleanor had the most beautiful and perfect cock, body, and moans ever couldn't leave Amelia's mind. Was my mother always this fucking sexy and beautiful ?!

It's so… big, hard, and feels so good on my hand. God, it feels so good to stroke it. Why does it feel so good…? Amelia thought. She looked at her mother, basically melting in pleasure on the couch, and Amelia thought it was so hot. Her mother looked so unbelievably sexy… she was basically sweating as she moaned from time to time, and her cock was throbbing so hard and growing hotter with each stroke.

"Aah… Aah… darling… mother's gonna cum…!" Warned Eleanor. She couldn't possibly hold it out anymore. Did she want to? Fucking yes! She wanted this to last for eternity, but there was no way. She was too excited and horny to hold longer than this. Her balls were already twitching and started to push her ejaculation to the base of her cock. Her body was starting to tense up.

"D- do you want me to stop?" Amelia panicked a little. Did her mother want her to finish her off? Did she want her to stop? Amelia felt her mother's cock going crazy, throbbing hard nonstop and she didn't know what to do, so she just kept stroking it and stoking it.

"No, no, please don't stop! Keep stroking me, baby! Please, please make me cum! Mother needs it! Mother needs it so bad !" Eleanor's body flinched over and over, tensing up and curling all over as her orgasm built to its maximum. Eleanor was holding a big moan of pleasure.

"Okay…!" Amelia saw how desperate her mother sounded, and she thought Eleanor was telling the truth. She really does need it. It was clear as day that her mother was in need of feeling good. Well, I'm going to give it to her! she thought. "Cum, mom. You can let it all out!"

That was it. These words made Eleanor lose it.

"AAAAAAH!" Eleanor let the moan she was holding back escape violently, just like the orgasm that was building up. Her white, thick cum just spurted out of her cock in big waves of eruption, one of other.

Thick jizz went up and splattered all over Amelia's hands, and Eleanor's crotch and belly, rope after rope. Eleanor's eyes rolled back as her body trembled and tingled intensely, delivering a release she didn't know was possible to accomplish by simply cumming.

Were handjobs supposed to be that good ? Why do I feel so tired ? Eleanor had these questions, but she got no answers for them. That was probably the best handjob of her life, and she couldn't believe it was delivered by her own daughter.

Amelia, meanwhile, was mesmerized. She never thought that a cock could shoot this amount of cum in one single orgasm. And again, the vision of her semen going up, covering her hands, and her mother orgasming so hard for Amelia… that was unbelievably sexy, and hot!

However, when Amelia was going to say so to her mom… she found out that Eleanor had fallen asleep. Her cock was still erect, but Eleanor was flat out sleeping. She had a big smile on her face, though.

"…Mom?" called Amelia, to no avail. Her mother really was asleep. Why? Well, she did drink a lot, so it was eventually going to happen. Combined with her sudden release and orgasm, it was just natural she'd fall asleep. "Mom!" called Amelia again. "Aww, you look so cute," she said, after getting a better look at her mother.

Amelia never saw her mother sleeping so happily before. She remembered that one time she had to enter her mother's room on a saturday because she wasn't waking up to her loud alarm, and it was driving her and Kate nuts. Eleanor was passed out on her bed and she looked so stressed and unrested, back then. She almost felt guilty for waking her up that day.

This time she would gladly let her mom sleep. But first…

"Oh, hello there, smartphone, are you lost?" She said, reaching for her mother's phone on the coffee table. Anelia was a curious child, and she always wanted to learn. Of course, she was also very nosy. She wouldn't pass up on the perfect opportunity to learn more about her mother, especially now that she found out that she was so… Interesting. Isn't that right? She snooped on her mom's phone and used her digitals to enter.

"Beautifully flawed technology. The more you advance the weaker you become," she says to herself as she goes to the meat of her curiosity right out of the gate, "no, actually, let's see mom's internet history first…" Amelia hummed as she opened her mom's browser.

Amelia was drunk and still horny, which didn't help her situation when she saw more porn in front of her. Stepdaughter porn, that is… it was actually a tab left open when Eleanor closed her browser, so it immediately resumed from that website when Amelia opened the app.

"Wow, this is soooo hot, mom…" she mumbled, starting to watch the video herself. She couldn't help but imagine her mother's thick dick invading a tight snatch just like the actress of this video. "Were you imagining me as you watched this? It's so hot…" she added the last part in a whisper. The actress did seem to look a bit like her.

She checked her internet's history and – soon enough – everything porn related was about stepdaughter and incest related themes and blogs in the last few days… Eleanor was really deep into this hole, and Amelia was loving every second. She didn't imagine she could be even wetter than when she was touching her mom, but there she was.

After she was satisfied with her findings there, Amelia went for the goldmine: her mom's gallery. Immediately, she finds something… interesting . "Wow… mom, you naughty…" in the Camera folder, the first picture there was the creep shot Eleanor took earlier in the morning. "Can't believe you took advantage of me like that. Creep…" she joked. Amelia wasn't feeling violated right now, not in the slightest. The only thing she could feel in that moment was lust, lust in being desired sexually by someone that she desired back.

She looked at her mother, who was still sleeping. Amelia smiled to herself. "Guess you gave me leverage to take advantage of you too…"

At this point, everything that Amelia was doing was the alcohol speaking. She pulled her own phone and she quickly took hundreds of dick pics from her mother. Each one making her pussy wetter than the last. She eventually stopped, but she was already down to her panties and frantically masturbating, rubbing her hand happily on her lower lips as she moaned, taking pics of her mother's now limp member.

She had to finish it there, since she wanted to take her masturbation to her room. But before she did that, she wanted to make her mom comfy.

Notes:

That one took some time to edit. Thank you so much for reading! ~Kuma

Next chapter will drop next weekend, as usual.

Chapter 4: Diverging Messages

Summary:

Eleanor and Amelia are both confused by what happened last night.

Notes:

Another Saturday!! What a week! But I hope this chapter brigthen the mood of some of you at least. Thanks for all the feedback and comments. I really apreciate all of it.

Oh, by the way, there's some texting in this chapter. Let me know if you dislike the way I formated it. I'm not so sure if I do, but I find it works, at least.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

When Eleanor woke up the next day… she grunted. Eleanor cracked her neck, while moving it around, feeling it sore, as she also looked at her surroundings. Where am I? she thought, as she looked around.

Didn't take that much time for her to notice she was in the living room. She had some pillows under her head and there was a blanket over her body. She was properly rested there, even though her neck was kinda sore, and her head was buzzing.

"God… I need water. I can't believe I just blacked out yesterday," she mumbled to herself, sitting on the couch and uncovering herself from the blankets. She rummaged her hands through her hair as she looked around. No signs of her daughter being anywhere…

Oh, God… her eyes widened as she remembered… What the fuck did I do?! her mind suddenly flooded with different thoughts. I was so fucking horny yesterday that I fucking lewded my own daughter?! Eleanor grasped and pulled her own hair lightly, thinking about the ramifications of what she did and remembered … How far did we go? I can't remember! Or do I…? Oh, God, I am going to hell… I'm definitely rotting in Hell… Eleanor passed through her slight headache with these kinds of thoughts.

She got up from the couch and went to the kitchen first. She saw it was past 9 AM already. She checked the weather through the windows… It was still snowing. In fact, it seemed worse than yesterday. "Oh, c'mon…" she moaned in displeasure.

Cracking the fridge open, Eleanor grabbed herself a big bottle of water to chug it down. Her body got progressively better, relieved, at each new gulp. The light was still bothering her a bit, but it wasn't the worst ever. She'd survive.

Eleanor sighed after refilling the water bottle. She was dreading this, but she had to make sure Amelia was well. It was a priority, and yet she was putting it off because she was afraid. She was fearing checking on her and seeing the worst.

She went upstairs and knocked on her daughter's bedroom door. "Sweetie, are you awake?" She waited a moment, no answers came. "Sweetie?" She waited another moment, but nothing happened. Enough was enough , she thought. "Mom's going inside, okay?" She waited another moment and then decided that she had given her a good time window before entering.

There's no locked doors in this house. In the simplistic view, it means that Eleanor didn't want to see a door closed. At all. In a more realistic view, she simply wanted access to all rooms in the house. Why? You never know when emergencies happen. If Amelia happened to be passed out, what would happen if she wanted to go inside her room at that moment and the door turned out to be closed? She wanted to see everyone at every time and what their daughters were doing? Yes. But she would never yell at Amelia for closing her door if she wanted privacy as long she never locked it.

The room was dark. The only light coming inside the bedroom was through the door Eleanor just opened. With a quick inspection, she quickly saw her daughter still sleep on the bed, and she sighed in relief. She had thin blankets over her body and she was totally curled up, trying to warm herself up on the little fabric that covered her body.

"Oh, Amy… you can't just be using this in this kind of weather…" she said, in a low reprimandation voice.

Eleanor quickly went to her daughter's closet and grabbed some thicker blankets for her. She also had some blankets tossed on her bed's side, for some reason, but Eleanor thought it was a good day to wash them. Eleanor went to her sleeping daughter and started to properly snug her in bed.

She covered Amelia better, grabbing the thin blanket over her and properly laying it on her. When she did that, she noticed Amelia had her bottom exposed, no panties on at all.

Eleanor stopped her movements and looked at her daughter for one second before shaking her head, hard. Her cock had stirred up to life a bit, but she properly reprimanded it. Stupid cock, don't make me horny for her! Stop!

Eleanor closed her eyes and properly covered her daughter in a thin blanket. Now she could open her eyes and do her job as a mother.

She noticed that Amelia was also holding her smartphone. Eleanor sighed, that must be uncomfortable to sleep with… she thought as she took the smartphone away and put it on her bedside table.

She properly tucked her daughter in bed, using the other blanket, with a soft smile on her face. In moments, Amelia had stopped curling up and properly comforted herself on bed.

See? Much better now, isn't it? I'm so glad she looks well, at least.

After that Eleanor left to make her now late daily routine. She brushed her teeth and cleaned her face, wore some fresh clothes… she was - up until that point - still pantless, which wasn't ideal as her bottom was starting to get cold. She then made a quick brunch and prepared herself to work. She still had to do a little bit of work on Saturdays, even though it was lighter.

Eventually, Eleanor was done with her job and closed her laptop again. Today she could concentrate better on her job and tasks, like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It was funny, since she was supposed to still have a hangover. She wondered if this was the result of what had transpired yesterday. If it was, maybe Amelia was right, after all.

"I guess I do need breaks from time to time…" she said, arching her back as she stretched out. She then got up as she remembered that it was time to clean the house, do dishes, wash the clothes and make dinner. So much to do already… Eleanor could feel her exhaustion starting to climb on top of heer shoulders again. "I guess I have time to sit down for 5 minutes."

She moved to the couch from her office and then she slumped down, grabbing her cellphone, who had been there since yesterday. She didn't even look at it today yet. She mindlessly opened the TV for white noise, and then she unlocked her phone, seeing her notifications. She dismissed the mails she already answered on her laptop and the usual app notifications, reaching her private messages.

"Hm…? Messages from Amelia? From yesterday?" That was unusual, she thought. Why did she message me so late? Or even at all!

Eleanor didn't even look at the message previews and directly entered the messages.

Amelia (2:34): Mom… I'm so hot.

Amelia (2:34): My pussy is so fucking wet for you…

Amelia (2:34): Look!

Amelia (2:35): Photo — the picture shows a dark room illuminated by a flash, showing the crotch area of who could only be Amelia on her bed. Her legs were spreaded open and her moist pussy pretty visible, clearly excited. She was so wet that even her inner thighs had a glint of wetness visible. It was Amelia's pussy in this picture, clear as day. Her face wasn't appearing but anyone familiar with her could see from the little on the background that it was Amelia's room.

At this point, Eleanor almost had a heart attack. She quickly locked her phone, eyes wide, and she started to breathe heavily as blood rushed her body faster and faster. Her cock was starting to wake up, against all of her good judgements. It was quickly rising against her skirt, pitching the biggest tent.

"Oh, God. No, no, no… I can't, I can't…" her heart was beating so fast. It was difficult for her to deny she was totally excited. She got a real nude from her daughter!

Not a creep shot, not an accidental glance from her in the bathroom while she was still in underwear. A real, fucking pussy shot! She now can look at her daughter's pussy whenever she wants! Her heart was not even racing anymore, it was trying to leave the atmosphere from how excited she was!

Eleanor couldn't help herself. She saved the picture that directly went into her cloud storage before she regretted it, and she would . But, at that moment she could only think about a free nude from her own daughter!

She then immediately started to read the rest of her messages — yes, there was more. Her cock was still up and trembling, it was so hard that it looked like concrete!

Amelia (2:36): You made me so horny when you came all over my hands.

Amelia (2:36): Too bad you're sleeping mommy.

Amelia (2:40): Mom… Can you wake up?

Amelia (2:40): I want you… I need your cock!

These were all the messages. By this point, Eleanor's mind was fogged by lust. She was panting hard and she quickly kicked her sandals, her skirt and panties off, sitting on the couch with her eyes glued on her smartphone.

She put one hand over her dick as she opened her daughter's nude and she started to jack off, looking intently at her daughter's pussy. Eleanor had both her legs open wide as she furiously masturbated, her tempo being insane right of the gate. She huffed and panted hard to her daughter's picture as she felt the pleasure build in immediately.

It was amazingly savage! The pleasure invaded her body and made her tremble and moan as she jerked herself off to her daughter, looking as if she could tear a hole into the picture, a hole that she would gladly fuck after.

"Aaaah! Aaahhhh!" she moaned and panted, looking at Amelia's pussy as she remembered her messages. Her oh so hot messages. "I'm going to give it to you, baby! Mommy is going to fill you up!"

She wanted to lick and suck her daughter's pussy. She wanted to go and fuck her silly until she could ejaculate all over her. Ejaculate… ejaculate… looking at her pussy…!

Eleanor let out a wild roar of lust and pleasure as she continued to stroke her cock in a fast tempo. Her thick jizz rising up through her urethra without permission. It was going to be a wild and strong one! "Argh! It's coming! Take it all, baby!"

Eleanor's hand made a mess over her veiny cock as she pointed her shaft towards her phone screen. She barely had time to do so before shot after shot of thick sperm flew out from her cock and stained the smartphone completely.

Eleanor spasmed as she dribbled a little, orgasming intensely. She jizzed her whole phone in a strong ejaculation, covering the screen in white as she thought about cumming over her daughter's own pussy.

After some moments of intense pleasure, her orgasm finally subsided and she slumped over the couch completely exhausted, and breathing deeply.

"Ha… Ha… Ha… Oh, God…!" Her cock still dribbled cum from the tip as it got a little softer, but it was still twitching from excitement. That was this week's best masturbation session so far, and it only lasted a little over three minutes.

She looked at her phone, now completely ruined by her own semen, oozing and dripping all over the screen with big sloshes of white that were glued to it, too thick to run anywhere.

"Oh, your momma made a mess…" Eleanor sighed with a huge smile on her face. "Ha… God… What am I even doing…?" she sighed deeply as she shook her head left and right. "She was definitely drunk when she did this… she is going to regret everything about this when she wakes up. I can't do this to her… I need to do something."

Eleanor quickly thought about something and then put her plan into action. But first she had to clean her phone and properly dress up again.

After that, she had entered her daughter's bedroom, and she picked her phone from the dresser. Eleanor was still fast asleep and didn't flinch at all when her mother entered her room. Eleanor quickly inputted Amelia's pattern password. Still using this easy pattern, huh? I should teach her better than this. So naive.

She quickly entered her daughter's message app, ignoring all of the others' unread messages. She wasn't there to snoop on her daughter, although she was very tempted.

She opened Eleanor's chat, and then quickly deleted all of the messages, including the picture. Thankfully, when you delete a picture from the app, it gives you a notification about deleting the media from the phone, which she did. Okay, you're safe. I bet you wouldn't flirt with your mother if you weren't dead drunk… and you shouldn't be dead drunk because… I did it to you. Eleanor almost sighed.

She quickly left as quickly as she was there. To complete the plan, Eleanor had to go to her phone and send a message to Amelia.

Eleanor (12:04): Are you awake, baby?

Eleanor then smiled to herself. She had successfully protected her daughter from a very weird and awkward morning. Now she could be at ease to do her other tasks, not worrying about what was going to happen when she woke up. She just had to pretend everything was normal.

Did she want to snoop on her daughter's phones and see what dirty little secrets she had? Yes. But she just shook her head at it. If Amelia ever found out about it, it would be an atomic bomb to their relationship. But, she had to bite down her tongue to resist the temptation of doing it, however.

(…)

When Amelia woke up, she felt like shit. She threw up in the bathroom across her bedroom and she drank a ton of water, a cup at a time, from the tap. When she finished she still felt like shit, but a slightly better one.

"Gods… why do people drink so much? This is fucking hell…" she didn remember much from yesterday, even. Almost everything was blank besides her drinking a lot with her mother. "How did I get into my bed? And where are my panties?! Ugh…" She figured she was masturbating before bed, which isn't an uncommon occurrence.

Normally, she would only do it after she was sure her mother was asleep too, which was something she didn't know if it happened yesterday or not.

However, lately Amelia was starting to get a bit sloppier, so she wouldn't be surprised if she had done it while Eleanor was up and about still. It wouldn't be the first time that week at least.

She grabbed some used pants from the hemp. It was better than nothing, not like she would risk getting her mom seeing her butt naked. Literally. Then she crawled back to her bedroom to her phone, quickly going to check her messages. Nothing that important had come up while she was asleep. Her mother had sent a message. She decided to reply.

Amelia (13:48): Mom… I'm feeling like thrash.

Amelia didn't feel like she had the energy to go downstairs right now, so she just sprawled over her bed, almost unwilling to move altogether. Her head was buzzing hard, and her eyes were hurting. She had thrown up already, so at least she felt a little bit better, but her stomach now was empty.

Her mother didn't take long to answer.

Eleanor (13:49): Oh, sweetie, I'll bring you water and food for you in bed. I'm right there, okay?

Amelia (13:52): Thanks..

It didn't take long for her mother to show up. She knocked on the door a few times and waited a moment before she slowly opened the door. She had a tray on her hands with light sandwiches, an apple, a water bottle that looked cold, and a little cup filled with something Amelia couldn't figure out alone, but had a straw in it. It was a smoothie.

Eleanor sat on the bed, delivering the tray to her daughter, "Good morning, sweetie, how are you feeling?" Eleanor didn't feel shy to touch her daughter's hair and put it behind her ears.

"…Bad," she answered, already putting the bottle of water on her mouth and drinking the whole thing. "Why do people drink so much if this is the aftermatch? Ugh…"

"Oh, sweetie," Eleanor's heart was hurt by this statement. She was speaking sweetly to her daughter, in full mother mode, "There's ways to remedy and lessen the hangover while you drink , I was just too lost last night to warn you, I'm so sorry about all of this, baby."

"It's… fine," Amelia said, resting her head against the soft pillow of her bed, "I'll survive."

"Yes, you will, especially with this meal. Some egg sandwiches and a very sweet smoothie. You have to get some calories to kill this hangover," said Eleanor.

"Okay… that actually looks delicious too," Amelia smiled, she felt slightly better just seeing all of this, "did you carry me to bed yesterday? Please , say you didn't."

"I didn't," Eleanor was honest. She remembered every detail of last night by midday, even though she blacked out.

"No, are you saying that because you didn't didn't, or because I told you to not say it?" Amelia snickered as she looked at her mother.

"I didn't didn't," Eleanor caressed her daughter's hair. "You don't… remember what happened?" she asked, a little bit hesitant.

"Nope… did something bad happen?" Amelia could see the slight frown on her mother's face and that got her worried, "did I go nuts and throw up on you or something?"

"No, sweetie, you didn't do anything, I was the one who blacked out on you, and then I didn't know what happened after, I just woke up in the morning. Actually. I think you grabbed your bed's blankets and covered me. It was so sweet," Eleanor smiled, making her daughter blush slightly.

" Moom ," she said, embarrassed.

Eleanor omitted the part that there was a pair of jeans close to her feet in the morning; Amelia's jeans. Why she took them out in the middle of the room was a huge mystery for her - they hadn't gone any further than the handjob, so her guess was that her daughter stripped because she was either bothered by them or she was masturbating.

"Oh, come on, don't act like this," Eleanor said. She was relieved Amelia didn't remember anything at all. Now she can just act like Amelia's mother and nothing else, "and thank you so much for making me do this, sweetie. It was exactly what I needed."

"R- really?"

"Yes, baby, I feel so much better today, and I'm back to being productive! Thanks to you," 'In a lot of ways that you don't know' she added in her head. She leaned in against her daughter and kissed her sweet cheek wetly.

" Mooooom!" said Amelia, flushing harder again. She is so damn cute, added Eleanor while watching her flushed daughter. What happened yesterday definitely had lowered a barrier between Eleanor and Amelia. I've done something way worse than kissing her on the cheek, so who cares? Also, I kinda missed doing this.

"I hope you feel better soon, baby. I'll leave you to it, but I have to go now. Have stuff to do."

"Okay… you do seem better now, but don't work yourself too hard, okay?" Amelia managed to grab her mother's hand before she could leave. Her mother looked a little tired already, and it was barely 2 PM.

Eleanor sat again in the bed as she took a deep breath. She looked at her daughter for a second time, this time longer. She thought to herself, when did my own daughter become mature enough to take care of me? it made her heart swell in pride and honor.

She almost teared up. Before she could even notice herself, Eleanor mumbled, "I love you, Amelia…" a big smile was on her face as she did. Amelia looked at her mother and didn't understand exactly why she had said it, but it made her feel almost happy… maybe relieved? Amelia didn't understand exactly. "I don't know when was the last time I got to say this to you, but," Eleanor continued, "I love you, and you're the light of my life. I'll do anything for you, no questions asked… Okay?"

"Mom… I… don't know what to say," Amelia looked shy as a big smile grew on her face, which she tried to hide.

She thought back to her childhood. An Eleanor that had time for her, and that always took care of her when she was young. Even though she was aloof and somewhat distant, she was there. She still said nice things from time to time and encouraged her. And that Eleanor from back then was different from the other one, when Amelia grew up and became a teenager. Suddenly the words of appreciation and praise were gone like the wind. Like every new achievement was nothing but expected. Yes, she didn't accomplish much, but she was great at what she did - she was a good student and didn't rebel, and always did as she was told. And yet, suddenly it felt that her mother was now expecting more than that from her.

This was the first thing that destabilized her. Then she paid attention to how Eleanor was treating her younger sister, and that was the second thing, like an epiphany. Her sister now had the attention. Amelia didn't. She was 16 now, and she somewhat understood the reason Eleanor paid more close attention to Kate. However, those years of feeling inadequate and not good enough had still scarred her, somewhat.

Although the Eleanor in front of her was warm to her again, it wasn't in the same light as it was back then. However, that wasn't a bad thing. Amelia was able to see her differently because of what had happened, in a new light. She could see the nuances better, understand and value these words better. Not only because Amelia now knew more about her mother, but she was also older enough to understand.

Even if she knew what she discovered as a child, she wouldn't be able to understand things. But she could make connections she wouldn't be able to. And, since she discovered new things about her mother at that moment of her life, she could make a new evaluation of her - something she wouldn't be able to do if Eleanor never had spoken about what she did to her.

And because Eleanor did, Amelia now could understand her mother in a way she never thought she would, which led her to a new epiphany. Her mother didn't hate or forget about her. That was never the case, even though it seemed like it.

And Eleanor could see herself that she had taken her daughter's affection and presence for granted. Not while it happened, but she had just realized it. She realized she wasn't paying attention to her daughter as she should, especially in that delicate part of her youth. She felt bad, and wanted to remediate that… but at the same time she wanted something more than that.

Because that little human being in front of her was the one that heard her past traumas with open ears and had embraced her. Even though she was just hearing, she didn't shut her off, changed topics, or just listened because Amelia had to hear her mother out. She knew it was the case, because not only did Amelia hear her, but she had encouraged Eleanor. And not only in words, but also in action.

Eleanor felt grateful in a way she couldn't even start describing. How hard was it to actually speak your troubles in front of someone that would listen? And, the problem wasn't that Eleanor didn't have someone to listen to, either.

God knows how much people like Debbra wanted to hear about her friend's troubles, but Eleanor never bulged. Because Debbra and her already had a fall off once, and for the longest time their relationship was estranged. When they made up, finally, after years, they didn't fully repair their relationship either; and it probably wouldn't ever be.

So, to Eleanor, to tell Debbra what had happened between her and her mother was impossible. She barely could reconnect with her best friend after long years gone, and she didn't want to risk losing her friend again. If she shared her troubles with Debbra, especially the heavy stuff, she wouldn't be sure Debbra would still be there for her.

And, although there's still a lot of things she didn't tell her daughter… the little she had told her was already enough to make a lot of people go away. It had been a lot of baggage already. And, yet, her daughter was still there, and not only that, she was supporting Eleanor in her own naive way.

She was grateful for that. So much that she can't hold back her happiness and satisfaction. Her smile. The way she felt about her daughter. In a way, she couldn't believe that this little human… in front of her… was her cute daughter. The one she spawned from herself, even through the weird gazes and the comments behind her back. Amelia Whitfield was there, and she was something Eleanor couldn't be more happy about.

"All the effort I put into raising you was worth it," said Eleanor, summarizing her thoughts into words. "You're the most beautiful daughter in the whole world, and you make me… you make me proud. I… actually think I never told you this, did I?" realization hit Eleanor and she got a little nervous, concerned. Something so small, and she actually never told her something that simple. "I can't believe I got myself so busy that I've never told you this. I've been… a mess. I've been demanding so much of you and I didn't reward you at all."

"Mom… are you really proud of me…?" That was something Amelia wasn't expecting to hear from her mother.

Yeah, Eleanor was a good mother; she made food for Amelia, she gave her allowances and gave her enough space to do whatever she wanted in her own room as long as she never locked the door. But she was too busy all the time. She was either doing something on her job or house chores, always too busy to talk. Always looking unapproachable. Distant. Aloof. It wasn't proposital, it was just the way it seemed. When they talked, she primarily asked how Amelia was doing in school, or when she wanted to discuss something serious, or complain about something. Because Eleanor had been too busy to actually check up on her, so every word and phrase seemed to be about her school, and never about her.

Like when she started to slip up in grades in school, no longer making straight As; or about some problem that Amelia had to take care about; or when she did something that wasn't proper; or didn't want to go to church. Problems, problems… always problems.

Amelia couldn't remember a time when her mother had said something nice to her after she became a teenager.

So, her shock made Amelia tear up immediately. The full sentence made her shudder in surprise. It rocked her whole existence. All this time she felt like she was failing her own mother, even if she didn't want to admit it. She was supposed to be the intelligent girl that did all of her chores exemplarily. She almost resented her younger sister for being the perfect kid that her mother seemed to love more than her.

"Really, darling," Eleanor said, grasping her shoulder slightly in a comfortable manner. "I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner. I know I wasn't a present mother, but… I hope I can start to remedy this from now on. Can I… hug you?"

"You don't need to ask that from me, mom," Amelia said, as she eagerly wrapped her arms around her mom, feeling too emotional to not start crying, just a little bit. Eleanor smiled and happily squeezed her baby girl.

"I love you so much, darling…" she whispered, tightening her arms around her, "You mean the world for me," and she meant it. Every word. Eleanor wholeheartedly believed that her life was due to her daughter. Consciously or not.

"I love you too, mom…" Amelia also squeezed her mother, feeling her warmth and care. Amelia was right, Eleanor was such a different person than she had originally thought. Eleanor right now felt so… beautiful.

Yeah, Eleanor Whitfield was her mother, but… there was something that made Amelia so at ease in her presence now. Maybe it was something that she and her mother built yesterday, but there was no mistake.

Eleanor felt like a different person. Maybe it was just how her mother used to be when Amelia was a kid, when her mother had more time, but Amelia was seeing her in a different light, in a very good way.

Furthemore, all these years of her mother working to the bone and not being present made sense now. Amelia finally had the true context and could understand the whole picture. There were still many questions that needed answers, but… for now…

Amelia sighed deeply and glued her body closer to her mom, feeling how good she felt against her.

(…)

After the brunch she had, her mother entered her room again just to carry the dishes downstairs to clean it. Again, Amelia was alone in her own room. She was feeling better than before. Although she wasn't perfect yet, what her mom prepared had really helped. Stretching her back, Amelia got out of her room and showered. She changed her top and put her bra on before going to her bed again.

She had her cellphone at hand, and was ready for the internet now, but first she had to make a quick post on social media. A quick photo would suffice, make sure the whole world knows she was alive and well, even though no one asked. That's their problem, right? She's still there, whether they liked it or not.

When she opened her camera, however, she saw something weird. In the photo bubble that shows her camera roll, there were some weird pictures. Pictures of a dick.

"Wait… what?" Amelia said, perplexed. What was that? She didn't take them, did she? Did someone send them these? But it's in her camera folder. These were some of the thoughts running in her head.

She tapped the icon and her heart skipped a beat. It was a fucking dick, but soft. She looked at it for a few seconds… Why does this dick feel familiar? She slides the picture up, bringing the picture's details. It was taken today, early in the morning.

"Is that… Mom?" Amelia mumbled, feeling her body suddenly heat up at the thought.

She went back to the gallery and slid the picture to the side and another dick picture appeared, from a different angle. And another, and another… Amelia bit her lip as she looked at the pictures. So many of them, all of it displaying her mother's beautiful member. A detail that didn't miss Amelia's eyes was that the dick was getting bigger and thicker with each new picture. Amelia unconsciously cupped her own pussy as she looked at them.

There was a photo in which she could see her other hand creeping at her person's legs, meaning that Amelia really did take these pictures. And that means that this person clearly is her mother .

"Oh, god, what was I thinking…?" she mumbled to herself… But she couldn't take her eyes away from it. It is so deliciously thick… she thought.

"Oh, god, no, no, no, no…" she closed her eyes strongly as she put her phone down. "I can't… I can't… Do I tell her? Mom said she had passed out, don't tell me I took these when… oh, c'mon, drunk me… what I was thinking?!"

She could avoid the pictures as much she wanted, but her feelings were still there. The vivid image of Eleanor stroking her cock in the morning yesterday, and the memory of the pictures she just saw. How hot it was… how tempting to take a second look … just a tiny little look… there's no way I can resist it…

She brought her phone to her face again, immediately biting her lower lip. "It's so biiig ," she whispered as her other hand started to unbuckle her jeans clumsily. She fiddled with her zipper, as her breath got a little heavier than usual. Lust was taking over her as she finally dipped a hand inside her jeans and rubbed her pussy through her panties, slowly.

Immediately, a sigh of relief and pleasure escaped her mouth. It felt so good. Should she feel so good touching herself and thinking about her mother's dick? Amelia grabbed her phone. Her heart was racing strongly in her chest, and she couldn't stop looking. It was so addictive. Her hands mindlessly caressed her lips through her thin fabric as she opened her legs and started to look at all the pictures, one by one. it's so wrong, it's so wrong… but I can't stop.

Amelia huffed pleasurably as she saw all of the pictures, each one way hotter than the last. When she reached the final one she grunted in disappointment. "No… I want more… I need more…" she added the last bit on lower voice.

She closed her eyes and started to rub her own chest slowly. Amelia always wished her chest was bigger. Her mom always had big breasts and Amelia was jealous of it. But now she didn't feel jealous of her mom… she was feeling lust for her. She wanted her chest to be big, so her mother could enjoy it… she couldn't help but imagine Eleanor on top of her… Amelia's hands were replaced by Eleanor's as she stroked and fondled her tits…

"Mom…" sighed Amelia, out loud. Her hands then stopped. She let out a big sigh of relief as she just laid in bed, taking deep breaths and feeling the pleasure spread over her. She was not overtaken by her lust yet, but she didn't want to stop.

Am I really doing this? thought Amelia. Amelia snuck her hands inside her panties and started to rub her clit lazily, sighing deeply at every second as her body trembled, pleasure filling her body slowly…

"Oh, yes, I am…" she sighed deeply, eyes fluttering, as her head went backwards against the bed, her hand picking up speed. "Ha… fuck… I fucking love your dick, mom…"

Notes:

And that was it!

We are fast approaching the end of ARC I. Although I didn't name the arcs, I probably would say this one is more about Eleanor. I spent a lot of time writing, worrying and pondering about her. I wanted her to be a loose cannon, and although this is a more fantastical world than real life, I also wanted to make her at least relatable or likeable by writing her struggling with her own life although she was already close to her 40s.

Fun fact: Eleanor was supposed to be 38 this year, but she didn't have her birthday yet.

Next release: Next weekend!

Kisses and hugs to you all! ~Kuma

Chapter 5: The Whitfield Family

Summary:

Eleanor and Amelia discuss a bit about their past and their relationship with Amelia's grandmother.

Notes:

09/16/22 edit: skip to "Mom? What's wrong?"

Better later than never! Sorry about the delay (well, technically I'm still on date). I've been under the weather and coupled with work and my other projects, I barely had time or motivation to edit this chapter. Soo... yeah. That being said, I managed to edit it, and so I present it to you.

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This is the last chapter of this arc, and we're swiftling moving on to ARC II next release!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

There were three things that Amelia knew about her sexuality.

First, she wasn't interested in boys in particular.

Second, girls were beautiful and sexy. Amelia liked women all around, tall or short, buff or chubby. She had her preferences, but she wouldn't be honest If you asked about it. Although she wouldn't have a problem dating women, women lacked something for Amelia. Something that she didn't know what it was until later in her life.

They lacked penises . Dicks fascinated her. She doesn't know why in particular, but they did. Phallic objects made her wet. The sight of dildos alone could fill her pussy with lust. Not any dildos, mind you. Cheap dildos were often cartoonish and unrealistic, and well, a lot of other dildos were also just cylindrical and - to her opinion - dull and boring. Amelia didn't like them. She rather much preferred the more realistic ones. She likes them big , yes, but she doesn't mind if they're small either.

But there's only one problem. Her lust for dicks is normally incompatible with her sexual preference. Amelia, as a woman herself, knows this. Of course, a strap-on would offer a quick and clean fix for this problem if it was ever one. However, Amelia couldn't help but imagine that she'd be losing at least half the experience she would have with a real one. For 99% of women, it wouldn't matter. But Amelia had a penis fetish. She wanted to have a partner with a real dick, but she wasn't into men.

Finally, the third thing about Amelia's sexuality: futa existed. What are futa? Nothing but a synonym for intersex women. They had both sexes and both worked as normal. Since the beginning of humankind they have existed, and they were seen as the third gender for the better or worse. Honestly, nothing to obsess or fuss about, especially on Amelia's community. To be attracted to futa as a woman - in her religion - was nothing but expected. And Amelia was obsessed with them. And it didn't help that her mom was a futa either!

Futa porn wasn't readily available on the internet, and amateur futa porn was still somewhat rare. Yeah, some premium sites offered all types of futa content, but they're mostly exclusive and behind paywall. Amelia basically lived from masturbating to freebies these sites released to promote the real video - or pirated videos. Alternatively, fake futa porn was becoming a niche on the internet, and futa animation/drawing wasn't rare. Since Amelia didn't usually masturbate very often, she rarely felt the need to pay for more than what she already had.

Amelia most of the time fantasized about futa when she was masturbating. She was more obsessed with them than normal. It was to the point of being a fetish of her - but she would deny it if you questioned her. She was a closet futa enthusiast.

Even though she rarely jilled off, she has an ever-expanding porn folder filled with nothing but futa porn. To pictures, videos, fanfics, audio… Amelia had seen a little of everything over the years.

In these years of self love when she felt too turned on, she had come across mother/daughter incest futa content. Amelia didn't know how to react to it. Her mother was in fact futa, so it added a layer of realism she didn't know what to think.

And, right now, with Amelia staring at the ceiling, sweaty and out of breath, with her jeans tossed aside, after climaxing to her mother's dick pics about four times now… she really, really doesn't know what to think.

There was one thing she couldn't deny anymore, however. Her mother, Eleanor Whitfield, was a huge turn on. To the point she had to turn off her phone completely, because she was tempted to masturbate to her mother's dick pictures again.

She has been in a constant loop of getting horny, masturbating, feeling bad about it, just to get lost thinking about these photos again until she got horny. Then, the cycle would repeat.

Amelia had seen these pictures so many times that she dissected all the info in them. Something that she is curious about is the reason her mother's crotch and belly had semen all over it. And why the dick pics go from erect to soft, not the other way around.

Of course, there is a very obvious answer to these questions. And just the fact that Amelia saw her mother's cum all over her hand in the picture made her cum instantly. But of course, if these assumptions were correct, then Eleanor knew about something that she isn't telling Amelia. Why? But in the end, there was another question bothering her right now, as she pants, recovering from her last orgasm.

If she dressed herself and went downstairs, which version of her mother would she encounter? Her normal mother, or her slutty one? She was afraid it was the slutty version… afraid of how Amelia would react if she saw her mother masturbating openly again. Or perhaps, she was yearning for it.

Her pussy twinged and she felt herself release more juice. Amelia sighed and cupped her pussy slightly, slowly rubbing her fingers across her lower lips.

I want that big cock out, dangling… all hard in front of me and slapping all over my face…

"No… no, stop, Amelia. She's your own mother… she takes so much care of you. You can't just… you can't. You're her daughter ," Amelia stopped herself before she started another round.

But deep inside Amelia, she knew; she desperately wanted to see her mother. And that's why she probably should stay away…

She has to remind herself of the kind hearted mom she just found out she has. The one that just said she was proud of her. I can't betray her feelings for me , thought Amelia, completely forgetting that her mother admitted to have incestuous thoughts about Amelia just yesterday.

Amelia looked at the clock in her room. She rarely does so, since she always looks at her phone clock instead. Her eyes go wide when she realizes it's almost 6 PM. Did she just spend the whole afternoon masturbating to her mother's cock?! She raised her head and she could smell the faint wet scent of her girl cum filling the room. The poor wet extra long deodorant she had just rode like a fuck pony to (the deodorant's) exhaustion on the side of the bed, completely wet.

Dammit! I didn't see the time pass with that fucking snow storm!

Amelia quickly jumped to her feet and went to clean and dress herself. There was no time to debate, she had to properly dress herself before her mother decided to check in why she didn't leave her room all day —!

Some minutes earlier, Eleanor looked into her cellphone and got a little bit worried. Amelia didn't come downstairs all day, not even to snack. There is a possibility that she is just exhausted after drinking so much, but it would make me feel bad if that's the case. She had hung over when I left, maybe it's still bad…? Huh… I should have checked on her sooner.

Eleanor decided she should at least send a message, and that's what she did. Hm? She didn't receive the message? Why is that? We're on the same wi-fi . Eleanor looked up mysteriously, wondering if something afoot was happening. She didn't like the sign of this, so she decided she should check on Amelia.

I hope I don't seem like a helicopter mom right now … Thought Eleanor, as she started to climb the stairs to her daughter's room. I'm the one who decided to make her drink so much yesterday, so I'm the one to blame here .

Eleanor was, in fact, so worried that she forgot to knock on Amelia's door before entering, and that most of the time leads to an awkward scene. That was also the case here. Eleanor simply opened the door before she could realize what she was doing.

"Baby,"–she entered as she said–"is everything okay...—"

At that moment–

"M– Mom?!" Amelia, who was bottom naked, flushed immediately. Her face went from her normal fair skin to deep red in a matter of seconds, and her hands dove directly to her crotch, trying to cover her intimacy.

Eleanor had some moments to notice what was going on. In these moments, she noticed the air, the ambient and her daughter. The room smelled like the very distinctive smell of female excitement. It's a smell that a horny bitch like Eleanor wouldn't miss, ever. In fact, that smell brings a lot of memories to her mind. Memories of time stuck in mindless sex with people she barely knew and wasted time having nothing but pleasurable, hedonistic sex.

Eleanor shook her head slightly, washing away these pleasurable memories, and instead focused on the room ahead of her. Amelia's bed was tossed around like a hurricane passed over it, there were some blankets on the floor, and - curiously - even a deodorant.

And, of course, Amelia Whitfield covering her bare naked crotch while blushing profusely. It was a scene straight out of fiction. A scene that made Eleanor's blood pump to certain places. The smell plus her daughter looking like that. Her brain was too sex wired to not realize what was going on.

"Oh, God, I- I am so sorry!" yelped Eleanor after some moments of realization; sheer panic etched on her face as she immediately banged the door closed without hesitation, staying in the hallway with a fierce blush on her whole face.

"M- Mom! Knock the door! " said Amelia, after some seconds of frustrating shyness. Her heart was beating so fast she didn't know what to do with herself.

"I'm so, so sorry, sweetie! I really didn't mean to - I was worried about you and I - I'm sorry! I didn't mean to barge on your masturbation—"

" MOOOM! "

" Your private time ! I didn't mean to barge in your private time ! I am… I was just going to check on you… I'm sorry. I'm going to go."

And she indeed went. Eleanor hurriedly left from the hallway, and beelined it straight to her own room, where she closed the door and leaned against it. Her legs were weak and she was frazzled, shocked from what she just witnessed.

Of course, her crotch sported a massive and twitching 23 centimeters erection, contained inside her underwear and skirt, that forced it to bend painfully against her own crotch. Eleanor was taking deep breaths as she cupped her bulge slightly, squeezing it for relief as she tried to drown the thoughts for her daughter.

"Bad erection… so bad…" Eleanor raised her skirt and stripped her panties as she grabbed her unrestrained cock with her whole left hand, massaging it slowly as her member pumped excitedly on her hand. "Oh, I wish my cock was that deodorant…" Eleanor started to pick up speed as she stroked her cock; pleasure deafening her thoughts as she could only think about her daughter masturbating… Amelia's hands holding that can and inserting it over and over inside her wet pussy… "Hnng~ fuuck~ How many times did she fuck that can…? That sounds… really…" Eleanor panted as her crotch pumped forward, precum starting to accumulate at her tip. Her hands caressing around the crown of her cock as Eleanor moaned.

Memories flashed on Eleanor's mind. Memories of her teenage years, frustrated because she had to resort to suboptimal substitute trinkets for masturbation, because she couldn't buy/hide actual toys from her mother. Eleanor's eyes fluttered. Worriness overcoming lust for a moment, as her hand stopped caressing her hot dick, that yearned to be touched.

"...That sounds really bad."

Eleanor pulled back her panties as she looked at her big closet. Maybe it is time for some… "talk" with Amelia.

But that can wait! thought Eleanor, as she decided I have to make dinner first. Yep… it's best if I make dinner… it's almost time, after all. Definitely not procrastinating.

(…)

Hours passed and dinner was made. Of course, there were some leftovers from yesterday, so Eleanor didn't have to make much this time. Why Eleanor decided to deep fry the entire stock of chicken legs and still ask for pizza yesterday, when there was only Eleanor and Amelia in the house, was beyond her. Amelia wasn't the type of girl that ate a lot, and Eleanor couldn't finish everything by herself. Something was clearly wrong in her head yesterday if she thought that was a reasonable idea.

Eleanor was in the kitchen, her back turned to the dinner table and the living room as she finished preparing a salad bowl with some olive oil and some boiled eggs.

"I really rewinded to my teenage self, holy shi—"

"What are you talking about?" asked Amelia, who suddenly spoke from Eleanor's back.

" Yaaah!" Eleanor almost squished the boiled egg she had in her hands to paste when she heard Amelia, out of nowhere. Eleanor turned around, seeing her daughter there. When did she come here? thought Eleanor as she put down the egg she was holding. "Baby!"

"What? You kinda deserved it, mom," Amelia chipped as she went back to the dinner table and sat down. There was already plenty of food on the table, and the plates were ready.

"I guess … but you shouldn't scare your mom like this, young lady," Eleanor put her best impression of an angry mom she could, but she was feeling too guilty to pull it off.

"You speak like you're old or something," Amelia said, putting some chicken legs onto her plate. Today, however, they had puree and rice as side dishes.

"I'm not exactly young anymore, Amelia~" Eleanor didn't mind talking about her age. Meanwhile, Eleanor finished the salad and put it on the dinner table.

"Mom, you're what… 37? You're still young as fuck," Amelia put a little bit of salad on her plate and she was done. She didn't need more than that. "Mom, I still think you made a lot."

Eleanor sighed at her daughter's words.

"Seriously? I'm so used to your sister eating everything," Eleanor sat down at the table. "And watch your language, lady…"

"Are you kidding me? Where's my cool mom from yesterday? I want her back," moaned Amelia, jokingly. She was very impressed by how much she was talking with her mother right now. These kinds of jokes never happened before, between them.

Eleanor sighed as she made up her plate. "I'm sorry, darling. She's still here, I just… I guess I'm not used to you being so… honest with your words."

Amelia wasn't expecting such an honest answer either. And she was pleasantly surprised to see her mother accepting the label cool mom while referring to how she acted yesterday.

"So… I can swear?" Hesitantly asked Amelia. If she allowed it, it would be a first.

"...Yes, you can swear."

Amelia gasped in excitement as Eleanor allowed what Amelia thought was the impossible.

" But don't do it in front of your sister or grandmother! In fact, don't do in front of any adult, please."

"But I can do it in front of you, now?" Amelia asked, excitedly.

"Yes…" Eleanor said. She really didn't think her daughter would be so happy about this.

"Fuck yea! I can swear like a normal person now. Suck it, society!!" laughed Amelia as she almost jumped up and down on her chair.

Eleanor couldn't help herself and she joined in her daughter's excitement. Sometimes Amelia really looks like a miniature version of Eleanor, and she finds Amelia way too cute everytime it happens.

"Oh, boy," Eleanor sighed while smiling, "I can already hear the calls: excuse me, miss Whitfield," started Eleanor in an exaggerated accent, "your daughter just told me to suck an entire field of hard dicks."

Amelia just wheezed as she banged the table with her hand, laughing hard at what her mother just said.

"OH! NO! THIS IS TOO GOOD!" Amelia continued to laugh as she almost choked on her food. It was the mixture of unexpectedness that her mother would say this and ingenuity Amelia didn't know her mother had. "Oh, man, I wish I could say that to someone one day; holy shit…"

"There'll be plenty of time, Amelia… don't worry."

"Are you saying I can say that to a teacher?" Amelia asked, jokingly.

Eleanor thought about what she should answer here. Serious time or Cool mom time. She thought to herself.

"Only if the teacher is a massive asshole," replied Eleanor.

"So… basically every teacher," Amelia snickered.

Eleanor couldn't help herself and laughed a little as well, making Amelia laugh louder in return. When they stopped, Amelia looked at her mother, who was happily eating dinner.

"I never thought I'd be dissing teachers with you one day," confessed Amelia. "You were always all…" Amelia made a mocked version of her mom's voice, " how is class, are you giving trouble to teachers? Are you behaving yourself? Study, study, study! "

Eleanor tried to not feel offended by what her daughter said, and simply asked instead, "…Is this how I sound?" Eleanor and Amelia were eating, and Amelia blushed a bit when she realized what she just said, but she wasn't going to take it back now.

"Yep, pretty much…" said Amelia, and she needed all her courage to do that. She shyly looked at her mother, hoping she wouldn't get angry.

"Wow. Thanks… for telling me," Eleanor whispered. She had no idea she was being that strict. She always thought this was considered normal. How a family should behave.

"Um… did I say something bad…?" Amelia didn't want to put a damper in the mood. She was just having a blast with her mom; something she never thought she would think, even.

"No, sweetie, I just… I just never thought I was acting like this. When I asked about your school I was trying not to act like my own mother. You know… she never asked how I was doing in school, or what I was planning to do in the future. She just pushed things into me, instead. You know? Do this, or do that. She never asked if I was okay with every class, course and after-class activity she pushed me into. It drove me nuts. So I thought that letting you decide was the right thing. But you never talked with me about any projects… or what you were interested in." Eleanor sighed and looked straight at her daughter's eyes. "Your grades started to slip up and I guess I've become desperate, and that made me sound exactly like my own mother. I'm sorry."

"… I'm sorry about my grades…" Amelia asked, sheepishly. She would never have the courage to tell this before, but Amelia right now thought it was fine to confide in her. And so, she did. "I just… I don't understand the subjects anymore, mom. They're too hard for me, now… I guess I'm just too dumb for high-school."

"Baby…" moaned Eleanor, as she extended her hand towards her daughter's wrist, grabbing it softly.

Eleanor looked at her daughter, directly into her eyes, her brain working hard to come up with the right words.

These were the moments that Eleanor struggled the most while being a mother. It's so hard to just talk with your kid. It's supposed to be simple, it's supposed to always be easy and okay to talk with other beings, but something about your kid literally being a part of you can make you feel uneasy or unsure about the things you say and do.

It does become easy with time. When your kid grows up and becomes a person of their own… filled with a personality you didn't foresee, doing things you never imagined. When your kid becomes something… someone that actually has their own feelings and knows what they are, then it becomes easier to communicate. But, just a little. To Eleanor, it was something still difficult to see and watch. She was still scared to say the wrong thing and lead her daughter in a path of ruin.

But she took a deep breath and tried to explain it.

"Baby…" Eleanor shook her head slightly, thinking about how her daughter is so much more than a baby. She was a real person, a person with thoughts and feelings, a person that made Eleanor feel so… so much emotions. "Amelia…" Eleanor interlocked her fingers with her daughter, "…You're not dumb.

"You're not. You're intelligent, and beautiful… and if something is hard for you right now, you can ask for help. It's okay. School isn't a flawless system… it can fail, sometimes. But the system won't change for just one person, so… if you're thinking school it's too difficult right now… please talk to me, okay?"

"So…" Amelia took all of these words in and felt herself get emotional. "It's… okay that I'm not making straight A's?"

"Of course…!" Eleanor squeezed her hand tightly as Amelia looked at her, as if she was still doubting her mother's words. "I know it's my fault. I got alarmed and accidentally made a huge deal… but, gosh, I wasn't the best in class, even!"

"What?" Amelia laughed, being caught by surprise. "You weren't?"

"Oh, God, no! Your mother was way too horny all the time to study properly. I was either finding an excuse to masturbate in my room, or to get frisky with a friend somewhere. Never trust me when I'm saying I'm going to a study group; it's not true !"

And then she blushed. What the fuck am I speaking to my daughter right now?!

"Oh…" Amelia flushed as well. She immediately thoughtt about a young Eleanor fucking with girls, and that made her a little bit… hot.

"S- sorry, you don't want to know about your mother's sex life. I get it."

"No…!" Amelia said, hurriedly. She kinda was surprised by her own reaction, and stopped herself, adding the latter part in a lower voice, "I really don't mind hearing it…"

"What did you say, darling?"

"N- nothing… it's fine. You don't need to apologize."

"Okay…" Eleanor pursed her lips.

She then thought of how she was still holding her daughter's hand, and how Amelia was blushing. Maybe I'm making her embarrassed, thought Eleanor, deciding to let her hand go. Amelia faced her mother, arching her eyebrows for some seconds, and Eleanor didn't understand why.

Amelia was simply enjoying her mother's hand over hers. She wanted to say she was fine with it, but she didn't have the courage to.

"By the way…" said Eleanor. "We… I figured that we really should have a talk about that…"

"Your… sex life?"

"What? N- no!" blurted Eleanor, feeling her neck and ears get warmer.

"Oh… I thought… nevermind! Hahaha!"

"I mean… you're half right. I wanted to talk about… you know… sex stuff. Don't you have any questions… doubts?" asked Eleanor, biting her lower lip. She just wanted an excuse to talk about how she's been using inappropriate objects to masturbate, but she couldn't approach the subject in a clean way.

"I… no?" Amelia took a bite out of her chicken leg. "I mean… maybe? Do you want to talk about this now?"

"No, darling, it can be later. In my room?" Eleanor asked, hopefully.

"Um… sure," shrugged Amelia. It was a little embarrassing to be touching this subject, but Amelia felt like she would have the opportunity to ask some things to her mom that she wanted to know for a long time, now. And also to finally uncover what happened yesterday. This could shape how Amelia sees her mom in the future in a very significant way, so it made her nervous.

(…)

After dinner, Amelia opted to help her mom with her dishes for once. Eleanor smiled brightly at the sudden change and eagerly accepted the help. Things were going smoothly to them. Amelia didn't have in mind her mother's penis, and Eleanor was too busy to stop and lust her daughter.

After the dishes were done and Eleanor stored the leftovers, she went to the living room. Amelia went upstairs, instead, knowing too well that Eleanor was going to video call her friend Debbra. Something she did every day to check on Amelia's younger sister Kate, who was in their house.

There was no reason for Amelia to see Kate. In fact, she was loving all the time she could spend away from her. Now it was just her and her mom, and just like she thought, Eleanor had more time for her and they were having a great time without her too. Not that she would've imagined the things that happened yesterday at the beginning of the week. Nor that she would see Eleanor in that new light. But one could say that Kate not being there hugely influenced that. Would Eleanor dare to be walking in her underwear if there was a kid just 8 running around the house? Hardly. Would Eleanor dare to be brazen, to slip off, or would she have as much free time if she didn't have to take care of an 8 year old daughter? Especially when she was inside her house the whole day without any friends, and there was also a limit of how much Eleanor wanted her daughter to be using technology to entertain herself at her young age. Perhaps Eleanor wouldn't go into extremes because of it, and she wouldn't slip to the point of what had happened yesterday.

Amelia saw Kate as a rival to her mother's love and attention. And not only that, she believes that she is on the losing side. Her relationship with her sister isn't really the best, and they always bicker with each other with the slightest things. If Amelia had to describe her sister in two adjectives, it would be: annoying and attention-hogger.

So the less she had to see the annoying sister, the better. She just pretended Eleanor was going to see TV and went to her room. Amelia then laid down on her bed again with her laptop and decided to surf the web for real this time. She thought that maybe some time on entertainment sites would numb her head enough.

And she was right. She put her earbuds on and did not even notice time pass as she laughed at wholesome and/or obnoxious memes and cute animals, coupled with her favorite content creators out there. She posted on her social media and chatted with some of her friends, who said she was ghosting them for not being online the whole day. Amelia couldn't tell them she was busy because she was schliking to pictures of her mom, so she didn't tell them anything.

Before Amelia realized, there was some loud knocking on her door. Probably because she didn't hear the first few knocks due to her earbuds. Usually her mother would just open the door – There are no locked doors in this house as she would like to say – so Amelia smiled at the sudden change. She quickly took her earbuds off to answer. Barely did she know that Eleanor was simply too nervous about opening her door only to see her butt-naked daughter again. That event was already too nerve-wracking to experience once, let alone two in the same day.

"Yeah?"

"Sweetie, can we have that talk now?" the muffled voice of Eleanor echoed.

"Oh… yeah, sorry. Yeah, we can!" answered Amelia, as she quickly closed her browser and laptop, getting off from the bed. She then opened her door, seeing Eleanor looking a little bit tired.

"Sorry it took so long, sweetie. Kate was very energetic today," Eleanor offered a smile as she looked at her daughter. Amelia just rolled her eyes a bit.

"Such a surprise… hosing all of your attention and making you tired. That's Kate for ya~" Amelia accidentally said that out loud, gaining a frown from her mother.

"Sweetie…" said Eleanor in a low-pitched voice.

"S- sorry… but she is, though!" Eleanor sighed as she turned towards her room. Amelia followed right after. "You were fine after dinner, and look at you now. She should be more considerate of you!"

"She's a kid, Amelia… What kind of consideration do you expect her to have? She's just beginning to learn that actions have consequences. Gosh, she's still learning how to read eloquently…"

"She drives me nuts!" confessed Amelia, to Eleanor's amusement.

They entered Eleanor's room. Eleanor waited for Amelia before she went to the chairs that were close to a wall bookcase. Amelia followed.

"You know, it's funny you say that," said Eleanor, "You were exactly like Kate when you were younger," Eleanor sat, and Amelia did the same right after. They were both facing each other.

" I. Was. Not!" Amelia huffed, completely baffled. Eleanor laughed heartily at her daughter's reaction.

"Yes you were! You were always giving me all sorts of problems, too – something that Kate doesn't! Like that one time when you made a tantrum about your dress so you just undressed in the middle of the church and ran away only in your panties…"

"That was… just one time…" Amelia said, meekly. Her face became red like a beet. She remembered that day, mainly because everybody gave her a long earful about how unprompted that was. Especially her grandmother.

"Or when you chased Vanessa's dog around the backyard with a knife on my mother's get together!"

The memories, which Amelia had buried deep inside her subconscious, were brought back like a flash, making her embarrassed. The famous get together that was an event organized by her grandmother that happened once in a while to this day. Vanessa was one of Grandmother's company associates. Very important . They did not like what Amelia did.

"Um…" Amelia mumbled.

" Or when you pretended to be drowning twice because you wanted to give the lifeguard a little bit of, quote, "work" on your school trip. Don't you remember these things?"

" OkMomPleaseStopBringingEmbarassingMemoriesBack , Thank you!" vented Amelia, her clenched fists over her thighs as she spit the words out. Eleanor laughed hard.

"They're not embarrassing, sweetie! They're so funny! Oh, I had to use all the strength in my body to not laugh out loud on that Get Together day!" Eleanor laughed again, before sighing hard.

"That's exactly it, though, I don't want to be anyone's laughstock. How embarrassing," Amelia mumbled, in a slightly low voice.

"Oh, dearie, you're no one's laughstock. I raised you to be the girl you want to be. The reason you gave me so much trouble is because I allowed you to. Of course, the moment you endanger yourself I'll cut you out… and it's sometimes unpredictable when you will or won't do that…" Amelia paid attention to every word Eleanor said. It was amazing, in a way, to hear her mother explain how she raised her… it was something that, when Amelia was a kid, she never realized and paid any attention. "…But experiences and memories are one of the only things that matter in life… and I want you to experience the most of it while you're still allowed to be naive, and innocent … and alive ."

"That… is…" Amelia smiled softly at her mother, looking a little embarrassed, but now in a good way. "Thank you, mom. I am who I am today because of you."

"Oh, don't give me so much credit. You are yourself because of your own actions. No one can control your life, dearie, not even me. I learned that lesson after your grandmother failed to make me the heir she wanted."

"About that…" Amelia looked at her mom, who was still sitting, now cross-legged. Amelia was aware that this should be a "talk", but… maybe they have time for divergent topics, "I have some questions about it…"

(…)

"You want to know about me and your mom?" Eleanor asked, with her fingers interlocked.

"It seems silly that I never asked. And… well… everybody knows that you're… a widow , because of Kate's mother, but…" Amelia said.

"Yeah… no, this is actually my mother's idea. 'Your first wife left you early in marriage…' was the lie she made up. Non-senses to keep the copious amount of fornication I've done in my youth hidden, mostly. Well, hidden for the people that actually didn't know me yet," Eleanor rubbed her forehead.

Her reckless youth was a bad point of her life that she didn't like to visit for an absurd amount of reasons, even when she seemed to be there, constantly. One of said reasons was because she regrets living so recklessly. She enjoyed having sex and being treated like a sex symbol; she thinks that part was a positive, but she could see what her mother warned her of.

Those words, her mother's words of disappointment, became the new guidelines of her life. She never stooped so low after them. Did she appreciate them? No. It was a mixed feeling. She could see the point, but the feelings and the way her heart broke from hearing them… If she wasn't scarred by them, then Eleanor wouldn't be human anymore.

Opening her eyes Eleanor focused on her daughter once again. She focused and paid attention. That moment was about Amelia, and she wanted to treat it like so. It wasn't time to be mulling about her past again like that. At least she thought so, unaware of her daughter's plan.

"Fornication… right," Amelia had forgotten that this was a sin, religiously.

She digested that information for some time in her head too. Her mother seemed to unfocus after the first question, and she didn't want to bother her while she was thinking. When she seemed to come back from her thoughts, though, Amelia promptly continued.

"But… What is the truth, really? Was… Kate's mother… my mom too? No, no, this makes no sense," Amelia shook her head, "I mean, I have a father, right?"

"Right," Eleanor mumbled. She looked sideways and sighed lightly.

"What's wrong?" Amelia asked.

"I haven't been… completely honest with you," confessed Eleanor, blushing. Amelia blinked twice. Eleanor's chest was beating faster as she spoke the words.

"What do you mean?" Amelia raised an eyebrow. Her mother's words didn't make much sense, and she was hesitating to continue, making Amelia herself slightly nervous as well. Is something wrong , thought Amelia.

"You deserve to know… you deserve to know…" whispered Eleanor under her breath. Amelia wasn't able to hear it, since she said it so low. Eleanor was repeating it like a mantra, as to motivate herself. She had kept this hidden for 16 years already. "She won't judge you…" Eleanor braced herself and closed her eyes.

"Mom? What's wrong?" Amelia's eyes grew concerned as she watched her mother. Eleanor took a deep breath and held it in for some seconds before sighing heavily.

"I've already told you I'm your birth mother," incisevely said Eleanor. Amelia hunkered slightly.

"Yes," she mewled. She looked up to Eleanor with cautious eyes.

"And you already know what that means in our religion," she said again, just as incisive. A chilly sensation ran on Amelia's stomach.

Amelia could never forget that talk. It was about 9 years ago, during her birthday, when Eleanor called her to her bed and told her the truth. Her mother had been upset, but Amelia couldn't remember why, and then she decided to tell her.

Amelia was Eleanor's daughter, but Eleanor was her birth mother. And that was a big deal in their religion. Enough for Eleanor to ask that Amelia never tell that fact to anyone else.

"Yes," Amelia gave a breathy answer, as her eyes came back to that night. It was memorable, although it happened long ago. She could never forget the serious face her mother had while explaining everything to her.

"Alright… here's the truth, Amelia," Eleanor had big and reserved eyes, the eyes of someone confessing their wrongdoings. "I'm… gay."

"What," mumbled Amelia.

"I mean… I like women… I somewhat like men… but I also like futa. I like them a lot too…" Eleanor nervously explained, and she swallowed her spit when her daughter didn't show her any reactions. "I've… told you about me being… well sexually open with experiences. That I've done it a lot and constantly. But the truth was that I never did with men… not like that. It was all futa. I've been with futa. Futa like me… Gay futa."

"What?" Amelia asked, and Eleanor clenched her jaw. "Wait, wait…" Amelia's eyes widened as she connected the dots. If what her mom was saying was correct, then… "Then… I'm not…"

"I'm… your birth mother, yes. But you don't have a father at all…You have… a mother."

Amelia was groundless. Her mother. Eleanor Whitfield, one of the most religious person she knew, was actually a gay futa? That blew her mind completely.

"Are you serious? Are you joking with me?" Amelia asked. Such a twist, to her, who had spent her whole life believing that she had a dad. A dad that she didn't know where it was, or even if he was still alive. That was why Eleanor kept dodging the question, and that's why no one knew anything about him. It wasn't even him, but her.

"As you can… probably imagine, there's no way that my mother would let everyone know that I… well… am gay."

"And what if I had been born futa instead?" asked Amelia.

"Then I would suddenly be a gay that had been 'cured'. I new woman, free from the… libidinous life of homosexuality. Yada… yada… yada…" Eleanor mumbled. She rolled her eyes, "and the most annoying thing of them all, it would've been a believable tale."

(…)

"So… You really don't know who she is?" Amelia asked, hesitantly.

In regards to Amelia's mother, she only knew that it happened after she broke off from her family. It wasn't planned, but she was sure it happened off-work. But even off work she was a loose cannon, so even if she thought about it, it was difficult to pin down a candidate. She was also as drunk as you can be when you have to live by yourself, which didn't help her thought process.

What she didn't tell Amelia is that she had lost some night of sleep while trying to discover who her mother was. Everytime she grew up a bit, became a bit older with each new year, she would think about who Amelia resembled in her past. But in the end she was drawing a blank.

"I'm sorry… I don't," she slowly explained her reasoning, and she shrugged after she explained them. "You… I'm sorry. I wish I could've given you a mother while growing up. I never thought about remarrying because my partner would have to either tolerate my mother or be handpicked by her…" Eleanor sighed. "And in the end, I couldn't stomach tying other people to my mess."

"What would you do if you ever found her? Would you be happy? Would you want to be with her?"

"It depends," Eleanor sighed. "But… maybe I'd like to do it. To have a family. But even if I had found her she probably would have a family or something already. Maybe they wouldn't want to be a parent or would do so for our money. Not to even mention that Mother wouldn't ever let that happen. It's complicated."

Eleanor had a bitter smile etched in her. This wasn't the first time she thought about that topic, but it's the first time she had spoken out loud. Not even her own mother wanted to know about Amelia's mother.

"Man, I can't believe my luck, I could have been a futa…" Amelia grumbled. If she had a father, the odds of her being a futa was 0, but with a futa mother she had a 50% chance.

As a teenager fascinated with futa, Amelia wanted to be one herself. Elanor only chuckled, embarrassed, keeping to herself what her own mother thought of this "lack of luck" of hers…

"What about Kate…?" Amelia eventually asked. "I mean… I was around for that , at least. I remember all that talk about you marrying again, you traveling to meet her, and then… " Amelia fell silent.

"Kate was…" Eleanor sighed, looking at her widow ring on the third finger of her right hand.

Kate was an arrangement that Eleanor's mother had with her. A part of the deal where Eleanor couldn't refuse when she said she wouldn't marry anyone. Kate was the 'second chance' Eleanor had to make an 'acceptable heir'. Her mother would provide the excuses, the expanses and the time.

"Just make a daughter" –Eleanor's mother said– "and properly use your dick this time."

"Kate's mother… she didn't die," said Eleanor. The ring she was using was a fake one. "All the talk about me remarrying was my mother's ruse. A trick to deceive everyone."

Eleanor looked at Amelia, who was pretty confused.

Amelia remembered when she was younger, all the fuss about her mother making a trip to encounter her new fiance she had met online.

Amelia stayed in her grandmother's mansion while her mother would travel and have a little marriage and an extended honeymoon in the Bahamas, or something.

Then, a year or so later came the news that her new stepmom died after giving birth to a new sister.

Amelia - who was just 8 at the time - was shocked. Especially when Eleanor returned, and everyone just acted as normal. Eleanor didn't seem saddened by anything, and she really had a new baby in her arms.

" That makes so much sense now!" Amelia said, out loud. Louder than she imagined.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you for so long, darling…" Eleanor looked away from her daughter, a little ashamed.

"... But… why? Why do all of this? Why fake her death? What was the point of having Kate…? Was she an accident?"

"We faked her death for a futile reason. She - Jenny - is still alive and well in the Bahamas, as long as I know. My mother didn't want me to have two divorces, simply because she didn't want the remote possibility of rumors of me not being able to hold a wife.

"As always, it's all about reputation. I… honestly. The lie is only a circumvent to hide stupid, and the whole damn thing is so… hypocritical!" Eleanor showed clear annoyance at mentioning this fact. But it quickly faded. "And… Kate wasn't an accident. She was the reason everything happened.

"My mother wanted a new grandkid. I didn't want to be engaged to anyone, so she forced my hand in her own sick way. It's so… unnecessary. Everything. I… I couldn't refuse, especially when she at least heard me when I said I didn't want to marry anyone."

"But… why grandmother wanted you to…" Amelia looked at her mother.

Eleanor looked clearly uncomfortable now. As if something was causing her pain. She was stiff and tense, not looking at Amelia. It was the first time Amelia ever saw her normally strict mother looking like a hurt puppy.

"It's… maybe for the best if I don't tell…" Eleanor said, in a low voice.

"What?! You can't do that! Mom!" Amelia raised her voice. "So far, you've been so straightforward and honest about everything. You even told me about your past! Why hide things now? I deserve to know the truth!"

"Yes…!" Eleanor couldn't help but raise her voice as well, but she caught herself. "You do. You deserve to know about it. I just dreaded this moment for so long…" Eleanor looked at her daughter, who didn't back down. That was it. She closed her eyes and gulped, before saying it. "I wish you would die without knowing this. It's about our heritage. Mom has been pressuring me about a 'suitable heir' for it. The Whitfield Clan historically… they're a matriarchal family of futa. And to keep it that way, they only pass their heritage to the next eldest futanari alive when the headmistress dies."

"But I was born a girl… so…" muttered Amelia, the pieces falling in place. "She wanted… a 'suitable heir' ?" Amelia's voice became saddened. What a cruel thing to say, that you're not suitable for something. Your own family.

"Darling… please. If it was for me, I…"

"I know. I just… it hurts," Amelia confessed and a long moment passed without anything being said. Eleanor didn't know what to say. Eventually, Amelia resumed, "But, Kate is also…"

"Yeah. God, I still remember her cold eyes when she held Kate for the first time. It was as if I could hear her think 'what a disappointment.' "

"This is horrible… why is grandma like this…?" there was clear spite in her voice as she said the words. Eleanor hunched forward and caressed her daughter's hand, trying to soften her feelings, just a bit. It did work, a little. Amelia sighed and looked at Eleanor. Mom is probably angrier about this than me, but she doesn't make it transparent.

"Today she is… amicable towards her, even if aloof and in her normal distance. But… I guess that's because she moved on. She gave up on me being able to give her a suitable heir, and now… she's looking at you."

"Me? B- but I…"

"I know. I'm doing my best, darling. I am," Eleanor sighed so heavily you could feel how tired she was. "She's been trying to arrange you to marry since your 15th birthday," Amelia was about to gasp, but Eleanor continued, "I managed to postpone this until you graduated college, but I don't think she'll wait longer than this…"

Suddenly, Eleanor sniffled. She tensed up and grabbed both her hands, shoulders shriveling up, leaning back against her chair. Moments of silence passed; Amelia looked at her mom, her chest filled with anxiety and worry. Another sniffle escaped Eleanor's nose. She covered her face in shame, making Amelia tense up too.

"I don't want you to be forced to get married, but…" Eleanor's voice melted in sorrow as it became obvious she was about to cry; her shoulders trembled. "I'm trying to reason with her, to not drag you into my shit, but she is just…" Eleanor's will crumbled apart as tears started to flow down her face.

Covering her face Eleanor hiccuped. She was too ashamed to make her daughter see her weakness like that. It should've been the other way around , thought Eleanor.

" I'm sorry…!"

Reality hit Amelia like a wall of bricks when she noticed that her mother was crying in front of her, completely defenseless. Amelia was frozen like a statue, without a clue on what to do.

The epitome of confidence and 'I got my shit together' that Amelia had, was crumbling in ruins in front of her; crying and apologizing in a mess of words Amelia couldn't comprehend anymore.

'I'm such a mess', 'I'm the worst mother ever', were some of the words Amelia picked up.

Amelia was about to cry as well. How could her mother endure such treatment for so long and remain strong on the surface? How could she love me so much when I am the reason she has to endure such treatments? And what is great about myself? What did I do for her to deserve such kindness?

Amelia's feeling was a jumbled mess. She was pissed off; confused; happy; but in the middle of that mess, there was just one thing she was sure and she couldn't deny, the love she felt towards that woman. The woman that, unbeknownst to her, had sacrificed so much, without ever asking anything in return. That had fought for her freedom, only asking for her to grow into the person she wanted to be. That woman suffered in silence for years for the sake of her happiness. Nobody in this world ever did this to me but her.

Tears ran down Amelia's face, as she got off from her chair and hurriedly embraced Eleanor in a tight hug. Amelia squeezed her mother and held her head close to her chest, as she glued her body in hers. She could feel her mother trembling and crying, and she unconsciously started to sooth her mother, almost instinctively.

"You're the best mom in the world!" she said, loud, as to break through Eleanor's own rambling. "You did nothing wrong! You're the best! I'm so sorry for everything bad I did to you, you're the best mom ever! I love you! Mom, I love you! I'm not mad at you! You were never annoying! You always are so considerate! I can't"–Amelia sniffled hard, tears getting all over her face–"I can't think of anyone better than you!"

"Darling…!" at this point, Amelia's words got through Eleanor. She weakly put her arms around her daughter's waist, feeling her warmth closer to her. She was still crying, but her heart became so much lighter all of the sudden.

"I love you so much, mom! I'm sorry that I've never said that to you, ever! But I do love you. I love you fucking much…!"

Outside the house… it was still snowing, but now smoothly. The raging storm just finished passing, leaving the snow to calmly fall down.

Notes:

And there you have it. Any thoughts on comments are welcome, as always. Thanks for reading all of it until now. Tihs is technically 1/4 of the story if you count the amount of chapters. So... thanks for reading it so far . I hope all of you have a great day!

Next release: Hopefully next weekend, like usual.

Chapter 6: Forgotten Memories of A Recent Past

Summary:

Mother and daughter have a "talk" as Amelia struggles with her lack of memories about last night.

Notes:

Soooo... I did an oopsie. Remember last weekend when I told you I was sick? So, I forgot to edit something a bit important into last chapter. Well, I've added it by yesterday, so you can go back and read it. It's not that long, so it's okay. I've added a note in the beginning notes for you to easily find what I've added.

That being said, if you're reading chapter 5 after 09/16, you're probably fine, so... Hi, future readers. How are you?

Anyway, anyway, hope you're all caught up now. Welcome to chapter 6!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

After some time, Eleanor calmed down with the help of her daughter, but that didn't release Eleanor from her embrace. Now they were lying in bed, together.

They tried to get comfy, especially after the rough discussion they had. Amelia covered them in the warm blankets of Eleanor's bed, Amelia and Eleanor hugging close together as they searched for the comfort they needed after such an impactful event.

At this point in time Eleanor was still sniffling from time to time, Amelia caressing her mom's arm as she laid close to her side. Amelia's head rested on her mother's shoulder. Eleanor was stroking her daughter's hair slowly, offering her daughter the little comfort she could when she was still so fragile.

"Are you okay, mom?" asked Amelia.

"Yeah, baby. I'm okay," answered Eleanor.

It was probably the fifth time Amelia asked that same question since they went to bed and Eleanor always answered with these same words. Amelia just wanted to be sure. She didn't want to see her mother crying again.

Eleanor knew what she was trying to do, though. She lived longer and had more experience, and was also the one who raised Amelia. She knew that when her daughter started to ask something a lot, it was for a reason; usually, because she was unrestful.

"Are you okay?" asked Eleanor.

"Yeah! I'm fine!" Amelia suddenly perked up, leaning on her elbows to look at Eleanor better. Eleanor's eyes were still slightly red, but she now held a smile.

"Do you want to talk about it, baby?"

"…about what?" Amelia plumbed into the bed again, cloistering slightly into her shoulders like a turtle. Eleanor found it cute.

She whispered "You know what," as she caressed her daughter's hair slightly, combing it with her hands.

With a slight hesitation, Amelia decided she needed to ask, "Did she really want me to…" she didn't say any further than that.

"Yeah," Eleanor admitted in a whisper, "I didn't want you to know this, sweetie. I wanted you to have a normal life…"

"Life is strange…" snickered Amelia looking at her mother while sideways. She huddled closer to her mom now that she stopped touching her hair.

"Is that a joke I'm too old to understand?" asked Eleanor, raising one eyebrow at her daughter. Amelia kept silent and her mother laughed a little, "You're such a rascal."

"Thanks for protecting me. You didn't need to."

"Course I do, I'm your mom," said Eleanor, smiling harder.

Amelia got lost in her face and thought about how she felt when she hugged her just earlier, and how she felt now, when she was so close to her mother. She felt bold enough to cup her mother's face and then ask, " Just my mom?"

Eleanor became a little nervous at the words, "What do you mean?"

Amelia continued to look at Eleanor, and she thought about what happened just now, and what is happening right now. Also, what she did earlier today. The things she felt when looking at her mother, inappropriately. Her blood was pumping faster, and an inexplicable feeling of happiness was filling her heart as she looked at her mother's face. Amelia wondered then if she was starting to think of her mother as something more than just a parent.

Something forbidden.

Eleanor, meanwhile, looked at Amelia. Her oldest daughter has changed so much over the years. Over the course of this week alone she had changed so much - to Eleanor's eyes. She went from being her daughter to a prime breeding material, an outlet of her lust, only to revert to her daughter again, and now… she doesn't even know.

What a week. So much changed in the last 48 hours. For example, if Amelia asked "just my mom?" on any other day before this winter storm, she would just be confused. Now, it was a different story. She was nervous, but her blood was pumping and rushing; especially to her crotch, that started to sport an erection.

Just her mom, she asked. To Eleanor, a hot and sexually frustrated teenager like Amelia could only be asking for…

"Nothing," said Amelia while smiling.

Eleanor focused on her daughter's face and slightly guided her eyes downwards to her chin and neck, down until she couldn't see it anymore because of the blankets. Eleanor took a deep breath, feeling her desire grow intensely again as her daughter fueled her lust with her own words.

She wanted to kiss, probe, tease, and bite all of that unprotected skin – but Amelia slightly turned around, bringing Eleanor to this world again.

"I guess… it's kinda late, huh? Maybe I should go to sleep…" Amelia just came up with an excuse to leave the room. In her point of view, Eleanor suddenly started to look sexy, and she didn't know what to do with herself, so she decided to leave before she did something stupid.

"Wait… I feel like I'm forgetting something," said Eleanor, sitting on the bed. She cleaned her eyes again, even though there weren't any tears left to clean.

Eleanor stopped and it immediately clicked.

"Oh! Right! The reason I called you here in the first place! Don't you dare leave the room before that, missy!" Eleanor huffed and Amelia had to hide her snicker.

"Oh, no, you caught me," Amelia pretended that she was leaving because of that. It was a better excuse than the truth, anyway. Amelia then decided she would just roll with it.

"C'mon, it doesn't have to be like movies where everything is awkward and stiff… I'm your cool mom, aren't I?"

"Ugh," Amelia laughed, "when you say it, it doesn't have the same effect of when I say it," Amelia turned to her bed obediently, since the situation pretty much was disengaged just like that. "So, you're interested in turning this into a girl to girl talk?"

"What else would it be? We're both girls, in a way."

Amelia only chuckled, getting comfy behind the warm blankets and making an impish smile. "So… I've wanted to know, what's the size of your dick?"

"What…?" Eleanor was almost choked. "That's what you wanted to ask?" secretly, Eleanor was loving this direction. Her cock, especifically. Amelia simply nodded and urged her on with her body language, and Eleanor sighed. "If you must know… I have 23 centimeters and a half …!"

Amelia's eyes widened at the answer, "No way…!" Amelia almost let slip that she thought it was so much more than that size. "How do you even fit that inside a pussy?!" Eleanor laughed.

"Lots of lube - or foreplay - and practice," cockshily told Eleanor. Amelia noticed that it really seemed like her mom transforms into a different persona when she's talking about sex. She even starts to use slang. "Mostly training. Lots of girls couldn't handle it in the evening, but they all be loving it by the morning. This is something to be prepared if you want to have sex with futa one day. They're all sporting huge…"

"Yeah… I know," Amelia said before she caught herself. Eleanor raised her eyebrows at that.

"What do you mean? I thought you were… virgin?"

"I mean… I watch porn, okay? Futa doesn't have a lot of free porn lying around, but the ones I saw…" and not only to mention the half dozen pictures of the woman in front of her on Amelia's phone.

"You should not be watching porn at your age, young lady!"

Whoops , thought Amelia, her mind about to get very anxious. But… wait, she had already talked about watching porn to Eleanor… right? Her mind was foggy about this fact, but she was almost sure of it. Amelia looked at her mom and saw the smug face on her.

"You fucking tease," mocked Amelia, making Eleanor laugh. "But why do I feel like I talked about this with you?"

"We did. You were drunk as hell to remember, perhaps. We even watched porn together."

"We did?" gasped Amelia. She wished she could remember that.

"Yeah, we did. That was this hot blonde bimbo riding two dicks like her life depended on it. It was so hot, but her moans were more fake than her tits. Still, that huge ass slapping against these dicks was a sight."

"So… this is the kind of porn you watch?" Amelia's heart was pumping hard, as she got excited watching her mom speak so explicitly.

"I usually watch whatever is on. Whatever makes me hard, actually; and I get hard a lot when I have free time…"

A part of Amelia wanted to ask if her mom was hard right now, as she looked towards her mom's crotch covered by thick blankets. It would be so easy to stretch her hand and feel it for herself… She was really tempted to do that, but… she didn't have the courage, ultimately.

"What about you? What do you watch?" Eleanor turned the tables, smirking back to her daughter.

Amelia laughed as she heard her mother, "Hey, I was the one asking here!"

"Hm, don't be like that. I am curious as a mother," Eleanor leaned against her elbow, smiling further. It was obvious to both of them that they were enjoying each other's presence and this talk. "…Worried about what my child watches."

Definitely wasn't for ulterior motives. Definitely not.

"Um… I just watch futa porn," she decided to be honest.

"So interesting," said Eleanor, thinking about herself in comparison. "But I guess that's expected in our religion…"

In Eleanor's religion – futa should only relate themselves to women. This view comes from the need of a woman to mate with a futa so another futa can be born. That means that Eleanor was raised differently than most futa and girls in other religions.

It's a sign of purity to relate themselves with women when you're futa, and is nothing but expected. If you're a man, you can relate to women but not with futa, as you're still expected to one day raise a girl that would be with a futa. However, men are rare in Eleanor's religion because of such obnoxious gender role division.

Although it is very old fashioned to say such things like this, and when we describe it so crudely it might not even make much sense, but such is the nature of religions sometimes. There's certainly not a shortage of people perusing holy texts to justify their ways, and also not a lack of people trying to debunk it.

And just like humans, this constant friction is what makes their religion evolve.

However, Eleanor was raised in a more traditional community that believes in that old fashioned way of behaving. Her child was a taboo, and her mother had suppressed Eleanor's pregnancy truths as much as she could to make people believe she was not the birth mother. Today, only a select few know about the truth.

Some might know about Eleanor's past, but these people aren't around the community anymore, or wouldn't be able to speak without being at risk of blame as well. Anyone that knew but never spoke until that point was also a practitioner, or agreed to it by never telling anyone about it, which was also wrong.

Seeing her mother fall silent, Amelia couldn't help but have thoughts of her own. She focused on the last few words she had said. About her religion. Amelia had her own thoughts regarding it.

Growing up, she was expected to be marrying a futa. However, there were very few futa in her school at all. Except for futa she already knew from her church, barely any of them were there. So, Amelia had contacts with a lot of boys growing up. Because of that, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to have a boy crush or two. Because man and woman porn was more readily available, women find themselves liking men more easily than they do liking futa, even in communities like the one Amelia grew up in.

Then she looked at her mom and what she had just told Amelia a few hours ago.

"I actually have something major to talk about with you," said Amelia. Something she already knew in her heart but she never told Eleanor because she thought her mother would… rage. Scream… Or worse.

"Yes? Something 'major'?"

"Yep… mom… I'm also gay," she smiled.

"Oh…!" Eleanor's back straightened as her eyes widened.

"Yep… I've never liked boys at school… just girls. Girls crushes. I have so many I've lost count at this point."

"Oh… oh…okay, hold your horses," laughed Eleanor.

"Is that bad?" sheepishly asked Amelia.

"No…! Of course not, come here," Eleanor squeezed her baby in a hug, smiling proudly. "Thank you for telling me."

She felt proud for Amelia. She had the courage to talk about such matters in a straightforward way. Her mother, in contrast, had to discover the truth the worst way possible, when she came home with a taboo child born from a futa. Since she was going to beg her mother for salvation, she would at least be frank about everything.

Her mother, however, knew about it from way long before Eleanor told her. In her mind it was only to be expected when you start to hang around futa that aren't from their religion.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You should also be proud of yourself," Eleanor smiled and kisses the top of her head gently.

"So… is it fine?" asked Amelia.

"Of course it's fine. Obviously. At least with me, you'll never have anything to worry about regarding this. I'm just like you too. Not exactly, but you get it," Eleanor tightened her embrace on Amelia.

She nodded and smiled, looking up at her mom. "…You're the best," she blushed. Eleanor also felt her cheeks become warm.

"So, you like girls?" asked Eleanor.

Amelia simply nodded. "I mean, I do like them… but… um …"

"What is it?"

"Um…" Amelia cloistered a bit. "It's just that… I like futa more because I like dicls."

Eleanor almost choked again. Her own member twitching by these words of her. Who phrases something like that?

"I'm sorry what?!" She chortled, not being able to contain her laughter that came out so unexpectedly.

"…Actually, can we forget I said that?" Amelia said, turning her away from Eleanor.

"Nope! Tell me about it!" Eleanor said, smiling.

"There's really nothing to say, though? I like… penises. That's it," said Amelia, her face becoming redder as she slightly hesitated, changing the previously mentioned dicks for the word penises.

"Dicks," said Eleanor.

"Mom…"

"Cocks."

"Mom…!"

"Fuck meat?"

"Mom!" Amelia raised her voice, her face completely hot as she flushed. Eleanor was having way too much fun as she was heartily laughing at this exchange.

"I guess I've never asked… but is there any other futa around your school? I mean… there's Debbra's daughter… and any more?"

"I mean… We have people from our church, remember? Some of them go to our school, like… Willow, Alex, Isa… Amanda… ah, that girl… what's her name again? Lauren, from the Nakano family?" Eleanor nodded, "And, obviously there's Eve!" Eve was Debbra's daughter and one of Amelia's best friends.

"Wow… didn't realize this generation had so many futa… back in my day I only knew like… 2 other futa, one of them was Debbra," mused Eleanor. That only lasted until she found out about a little certain club, but that required a lot of research and meeting people outside of her school.

"Well, our school is becoming more popular, I guess," said Amelia.

"True. But that also means you're surrounded by futa dicks everyday," whispered Eleanor, getting closer. Amelia then noticed the tone change and got shy. Her mother was now close to her face. "How can you stand there, everyday? You like penises and never played with one? With so many in your school for you to touch, play, taste, and fuck?" Amelia started to think about all of that, as her mother delivered more and more raunchy thoughts. "Just imagine all these big fucking dicks hard on your face. They're all horny and throbbing… soo big, and you never touched one?"

Of course, that was a lie. Eleanor knew of the only dick her daughter touched. But, oh, she was having fun speaking to Amelia like this. The face she was making was inexplicable. It had obvious excitement, even if it was repressed.

"You had to at least imagine them, right? What do they look like with their pants off? Not even Eve? Have you ever… imagined yourself on your knees… sucking her off?"

"Mom…" whispered Amelia. All of the thoughts Eleanor was invoking were entering Amelia's head without permission. Her on her knees sucking a futa's big, fat cock. Amelia thought about this so many times, in fact. She desired it deep inside her core.

"And futa cock tastes so good, baby… trust me. I have sucked so many in my youth. There was a time that so many futa cock was aimed at my face, that I could've orgasmed just by their stench alone. Oh, I've enjoyed myself so much. So many delicious slabs of cock at the same time. All stiff and ready, some of them throbbing so much. They were so obviously turned on for me, ready for my mouth and hands, and none of them left unsatisfied when I was done."

Amelia was starting to breathe hard at her mother's very descriptive scene. Her panties were a complete mess right now. Hearing her own mother speak so explicitly about her sex life was such a turn on . Imagining her own mom fucking other people was awakening a desire she didn't know she had. She never imagined her mom would go in such detail to tell how she sucked cocks.

Eleanor herself was stiff as a slab of concrete under her blanket, her own excitement would be pretty obvious otherwise. She was enjoying her daughter's reaction so much, too.

Amelia was so turned on she couldn't even speak, retort or even mumble an answer. So Eleanor continued.

"And if you're not having sex with them, what are you doing, sweetie? Are you just masturbating, perhaps? Do you like to touch yourself looking at futa cocks? Does it drive you crazy, and makes you hot? Does it make you want to… have sex?"

"It does…" whispered Amelia, unconsciously. She lost count of how many hours she spent watching the same videos of futa porn, and how it amazingly never gets boring.

A normal person would eventually grow bored of watching the same fetish over and over, but Amelia couldn't have enough of it, actually.

"And what do you do to scratch the itch , sweetie? I can't believe that somebody that wants something so big inside of her would be satisfied with only fingers…"

"I don't… mind…" Amelia whispered back again. Her mother was looking at her so intensely. Those sharp eyes aimed at her just made her feel more exposed, and in consequence she felt that much more turned on. These eyes, preying on her, obviously desiring her body.

"You're lying. There's no way you look at a futa cock and don't wish to just be stuffed full," Eleanor tucked a bit of hair under her daughter's ear, making her shiver. "You can tell your shameless thoughts to me. So, what are you using to stretch yourself in preparation?"

Amelia realized after moments of silence that her mother was expecting an answer from her. She hesitantly started. "I've been using… deodorants," panted Amelia, imagining the times she masturbated silly using these cans. "Deodorant cans… they feel so good…"

"Oh, baby, that's no proper toy for a beautiful"–Eleanor almost said pussy, but she caught herself–"woman like yourself. Mommy has the perfect replacements for you."

"R- replacements?" Amelia looked a little surprised, getting out of her stupor of lust, looking at Eleanor without the layer of libido she was wearing.

"Mhm, yes, I'll get them for you."

Eleanor put aside the blankets and she got off the bed. It was pretty obvious to Amelia that Eleanor was rock hard under her skirt, but she couldn't take a good glimpse of her crotch until she came out of her closet, bringing a cardboard box with her. But Amelia only paid attention to her mother's dick.

She could see the outline perfectly inside of her skirt, and it still looked perfectly hard, even though some moments had already passed between her going and coming back. Amelia couldn't take her eyes out of it, and she almost moaned when it came close to the bed.

"Here, sweetie," said Eleanor, breaking Amelia's attention off her mom's crotch.

Eleanor had an unlabelled box in hands and she put it on bed. Amelia properly sat down and looked at what her mother brought to the non-literal table. When Eleanor opened the box Amelia gasped.

"Is that…?" asked a very shocked Amelia.

"Yep, sex toys. Don't worry, these are the ones I've barely even touched. Some are still in the box, here," Eleanor pulled a box of a purple bullet vibe. "Never took this one for a rodeo. I have some unopened beads here too."

Amelia got close as she decided to explore the box, with Eleanor giving her a tour. She had a variable collection in that box, surprisingly. With vibes, plugs, beads and dildos of different shapes and sizes; ones looking weirdly phallic and others very realistic, that made Amelia heart pump faster only by thinking about holding them.

"…And this?" Amelia pulled a thing out of the box that she didn't immediately recognize until she faced upside down. It was a flashlight. "Oh."

" So that's where you were! I've spent ages looking for you!" Eleanor looked at the toy Amelia was holding with apparent glee. "Oh, you've managed to escape momma for a long time,"–Eleanor grabbed the toy from her daughter, holding it close to her face–"so you've better be prepared later tonight…"

"Oh, God…" moaned Amelia, not even realizing that she said it out loud. The way her mother had said these words, her low husky voice that echoed with such intent and lust, made Amelia shiver.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. You don't wanna picture your mom fucking something, right?" her cheeks get redder as she got a little self-conscious, completely missing what Amelia meant to say. "W- Well, You should search for something for you,"

I guess I already found it , thought Amelia, as she took a sneaky peek at her mother's bulge, still big and hard. That was the moment that it hit her. "Mom?" asked Amelia, "What's the size of your dick again?"

"Hm?" Eleanor looked down at her crotch, self-realization coming to her that she had a big fucking erection in front of her daughter. That only made her dick throb harder, her balls churn more heavy cum inside of it. Amelia didn't miss that either. "Right… I'm 23 centimeters of pure pleasure…" Eleanor purred, inching her crotch closer towards Amelia.

" You're such a bad liar… " whispered Amelia, absolute lust boldening her actions and filling her with courage. Her face was half a meter close to her dick. It looked so big; so delicious; so painfully thick and hard. " It's definitely more than that. "

Eleanor laughed slightly, feeling her chest race as Amelia looked so horny and ready to breed. Eleanor pursed her lips and wet her mouth, feeling herself become excited; her teeth biting on her lower lip to control her own urges over the one she shouldn't defile.

"Why, thank you, baby… but it's the truth."

"Then… Do you have something close to 23 centimeters? A big fat dildo of 23 centimeters. I think that would be my ideal size," Amelia looked at her mother's eyes as she asked. She couldn't believe her own words, but nothing felt more truthful and right at that moment.

Eleanor smiled. Smiled hard as she felt herself become even more erect. Her blood was pumping to her hard member as she wanted to show what her dildo would be; and then at that moment her cock throbbed painfully as if it was ready for a presentation. Instead, she controlled herself and said, "I actually think I might have."

Amelia for a split second thought that her mother would go where she thought she wouldn't, but she was mistaken. Eleanor simply turned around and walked away… Amelia paid close attention to her mother; she saw her sway her hips sensuously.

Too bad she's wearing that skirt… thought Amelia, as she saw Eleanor enter the closet again. Some moments later her voice came from the room.

"Baby, please close your eyes," a voice full of mellow echoed towards the room.

"Oh, fuck…" whispered Amelia as her heart quickened. What were her mother's plans? She did as she was asked, and she straightened her back a little as she closed her eyes and said to her mother, "Okay, I closed them."

"Good…" Eleanor came from the closet holding the dildo with both hands. She approached her daughter and she wetted her lips, her chest heaving up and down as her heart raced.

"Mom…?"

"...Don't say anything, s- sweetie…" Eleanor's voice trembled a bit. She was nervous, so much that she was almost shaking.

Amelia could feel that her mother was there, in front of her. She could hear her, but Eleanor wasn't doing anything, and that made Amelia anxious. Then she heard something, fabric rustling and a zipper. Her heart went up to her throat as she heard that.

She isn't… is she? Could she possibly… Amelia thought. Her legs shook a bit as her panties flooded with batches of fresh liquids as she let her imagination go wild.

Eleanor removed her skirt and lightly kicked to the side, standing in front of Amelia with only her black and comfy stripped boyshorts. She held the dildo with her trembling hands and held it against her own crotch, over her massive fucking erection. Eleanor panted in excitement as she held her daughter's head and then gently pushed against the tip of the dildo, slapping it against her face.

It is just a prank, Eleanor. You're just having fun with your daughter. Just that! It's not immoral. It's not immoral. It's not immoral.

"Ah!" moaned Amelia. "W- what's this…?" there was this big, very long , cylindrical shaped object against her face, and Eleanor was holding her head too. She immediately thought that this could be her mother's dick, but then she noticed that it didn't look 'alive', even though it was somewhat supple and it made her so damn horny. "Is that…?"

"What do you think?" Eleanor thought it was cute that her daughter didn't open her eyes still. Was she waiting for her mother's permission? Or perhaps waiting for more? She smirked to herself, "What do you think this massive thing on your face is? Hm?" Eleanor bit down her lip as she held her moan down. She gripped the dildo harder as she slightly tilted her hips forwards.

Eleanor started rubbing her dildo up and down slowly, making Amelia gasp, as it traveled her whole face. It went down her chin, cheeks, mouth… probing up her nose, and sliding across her eyes slowly, provocatively. Amelia tried to sniff it, but she didn't catch anything that would smell like cock. She gave up on the hope that this was her mother's actual member, but, at the same time, her mother was rubbing a dildo all over her face while holding her face down. That made her extremely horny and needy. If this wasn't her mother mimicking her doing a blowjob, what else was it? And that thought made her start to pant in lust.

"Why don't you take a guess?" asked Eleanor in a very husky voice.

"Your… the dildo," said Amelia, in a similar voice to Eleanor. Her brain was mutt and she was completely gone into wild sexy thoughts at this point.

"You may open your eyes, now," told Eleanor.

Eleanor was very close to Amelia, and she was holding that dildo on her face with a devilishly smirk. Amelia bit her lower lip at the full image of her mother holding a dildo to her crotch while looking down at her and stroking her hair. It was so… suggestive. And she was also in her underwear. Amelia moaned internally, her body melting in shivers. Gods… is she doing it on purpose? She has to! Why is this so hot…? Mom… god.

Eleanor looked down at Amelia. Her eyes were glued on her mother's face, and Eleanor couldn't help but have shivers of her own. Her daughter's eyes had nothing but lust and desire in it. Instinctively, Eleanor gripped her daughter's head harder and pushed her cock - that is - her dildo up Amelia's mouth.

And Amelia, so lost in that trance, didn't even think about objecting to her mother's wishes and simply opened her mouth, accepting that dildo's head inside. A wave of lust passed through both of them at the same time, but for different reasons. But it all involved imagining themselves in a hot blowjob. Amelia immediately sucked to the tip, as if she could actually pleasure her mother, and Eleanor's cock throbbed in response as if she could actually feel the stimulation.

"You're… oh, God," Eleanor whispered, too lost in that image. Her cock was commanding her as she slightly pushed her daughter down on that dildo, and her brain exploded in happiness as her daughter actually complied.

Amelia looked at her mother's face as she was curious, horny and happy at the same time. Her hands traveled to Eleanor's legs, that shivered at the warm touch. Eleanor immediately pushed her hips forwards as she lost control of herself.

Mother and daughter lost themselves, and Amelia opened her mouth to accept more of that fat dildo penetrating her mouth as if she was actually sucking… not a dildo. She looked up and saw how lost her mother was in that reality too. She was visibly panting and rocking her hips to the movement and her eyes had nothing but actual desire. They both were lost in that moment.

"Oh, fuck… suck that dildo," Eleanor said, panting. "Suck that dildo, suck that fucking dildo, baby…" Eleanor bit down her lips and thrusted her hips harder. Amelia was pushed down to her limit already, and she wasn't even one third down the girth. Even so, that image was already enough for Eleanor as she continued to move. She grunted, "Suck my cock… Fuck! "

Eleanor's cock throbbed violently as she delivered a thick batch of hot pre-cum into her panties as it throbbed. She moaned, feeling herself actually coming a bit from the visual stimulation alone, and then she couldn't stand any longer and needed a break.

Eleanor quickly retreated and gave her back to Amelia as she closed her eyes hard, putting both hands on her hips as she took deep breaths. Her cock was still throbbing hard as she was in the middle of a dry orgasm, but she was not actually cumming.

Amelia, on the other hand, put her hand on her throat as she gasped for air, her eyes tearing up a bit. But she felt nothing but ecstasy. Especially on her crotch, who was on fire. She squeezed her legs tightly and felt so much pleasure going upwards to her brain as she proccessed what the fuck just happened. She licked her lips in tension and anxiety. A good tension and anxiety.

.

.

Eleanor laughed and played it off as a prank, as she laughed and sat down on her bed, before handing the dildo over for her daughter.

"See? It's best if you use the real thing, right?" asked Eleanor.

"Yeah. The… real thing…" Amelia was busier looking at the dildo on her hands than looking at Eleanor. "That's… so big… and it really looks like your dick, holy shit!" She added the last part faster, in amazement.

"Well, it is the size of mine. I… hope you like it."

Amelia looked at her mom again. She could see the massive boner she had, but she made an effort to not look at it too much and focus on her face. She was still on her boyshorts, and it was so much visible right now. It made her almost drip in delight.

"This is the absolute fucking best!" not only that dildo was big and thick, it was realistic to boot. Amelia was holding back her lust and excitement as she gripped the dildo, stroking it smoothly, so her mom wouldn't notice. "I'm going to have tons of fun with this, I promise."

"I'll believe you. But… take some things with you too. Like, you can test this unopened stuff I never used, and I have a spare toy cleaning spray, I'll grab it for you."

"Oh, we should clean it?" Eleanor was up again, and she retrieved her skirt swiftly as Amelia asked, looking at the dildo on her hands.

"Darling, obviously," Eleanor took a deep breath, trying to regain her standing as a mother. "You apply the spray after you clean with water and soap, like normal. Just let it dry first."

(…)

Eleanor explained all the essentials about upkeeping your sex toy, and when she was finished, they were both together back in bed; but now in Amelia's room , sitting close to each other. The topic went back and forth about the things she discussed previously and new topics, but now they were talking about what happened yesterday, again.

"… So we just… watched porn?"

"Well… we were playing a drinking game, and one thing led to another. And might I add, I totally won, even if you made me drink more, overall."

"Don't change topics. So how did we watch porn?!" Amelia laughed.

"Oh, you know, I just asked if you had ever watched porn in front of your mom, and changed channels on the TV."

"Oh, so you cheated?" Amelia crossed her arms, looking at her mother with a smug smile.

"This wasn't cheating, it was a clever strategy ." They both laughed at the term, and they nudged each other teasingly. "No, don't poke me there!" wheezed Eleanor, after Amelia poked her mom on her midriff.

Her daughter didn't hear and kept poking, making Eleanor burst in laughter! After a while of teasing, they continued the topic.

"And what happened next?"

That's when Eleanor had to stop.

If she continued, she would reveal that she and her daughter were doing… unacceptable things. The long kiss, and Amelia jerking her off; these were something that could never happen again, and that was for the best if they were left forgotten.

Sure, Eleanor was having fun teasing her daughter, she masturbated to her just today, and she was looking at Amelia through lust lenses just earlier; and Eleanor was really trying to convince herself that the faux-blowjob thing was just teasing and pranks. But all of that was fine, because Eleanor was a pervert.

However, she couldn't allow herself to act on these fantasies anymore, especially, she couldn't let Amelia be involved personally either. Her thoughts should stay just that. She is Amelia's mom, and nothing more; she couldn't compromise her daughter and shouldn't expose her to that sort of behavior any longer.

"You know… nothing much," said Eleanor. "We just kept messing with each other until I eventually snooped."

"Oh…" Amelia said. That wasn't what she thought happened. Amelia thought that if what her mom just said was right, then the dick pics on her phone had no explanation. Especially when her mother looked all dirty in cum.

Amelia's mind raced. So, was she right to believe that she was so horny yesterday she unbuckled her mother's jeans, masturbated her until she climaxed and took thousands of photos of her while she was… unconscious?

"Mom… Was that what reall y happened? Because…" Amelia thought about how she wanted to phrase this. "I remember being a little more… than just that…?" she tried to phrase it in a normal way, as if she hadn't done things she hadn't.

"Wait, do you remember… our kiss?" Eleanor squeaked, basically, as she was very careful and hesitant to actually say it.

"We… kissed?"

Amelia looked at Eleanor with wide eyes. Eleanor looked at her back, grimacing, realizing she shouldn't have said it right away. Amelia was clearly surprised, so she wasn't talking about that.

I'm so fucking dumb !! thought Eleanor.

"Lord– I mean… um… darling…?" Eleanor gulped hard, looking around and fiddling with her words and thoughts. "We were obviously… very drunk. Very, very drunk. We might have done things that weren't, um… that we wouldn't normally do while sober. We don't have to think about it too much. It was just us doing silly things…" Eleanor stood up and turned to Amelia, as she was still in the same position. "Please, don't think about it too much, whatever it is. We were just… drunk and doing things without thinking. It was nobody's fault, okay?"

"O- okay…" Amelia was still thinking about it a lot. About this new info, about what these pictures on her phone were.

Eleanor just quietly left the room after saying goodnight. It was very late at night, at this point.

Seconds passed… and then minutes. Amelia was still sitting on the same spot.

Amelia couldn't stop thinking about what Eleanor had just said. Amelia had kissed her mother? What kind of kiss? Was it in the cheek, or perhaps in the mouth? She was perplexed, and especially… she felt sad for not remembering it.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the second floor, at Eleanor's room.

Eleanor laid against her pillow, legs completely spread as she was panting heavily. She had changed into her sleepwear, but now she hadn't anything on her bottom as her feet curled about on the bed, her breath completely ragged as she panted and sweat ran down across her forehead slightly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" she moaned, her arm moving up and down faster.

Her crotch was making lewd sloshing noises that filled the whole room; together with her pants, that room echoed in perverted noises as Eleanor's red hair stuck to her forehead.

Eleanor's covered dick was hilted deep inside her fleshlight that was overflowing with lube as she fucked herself manically. What she was thinking about? Obviously about fucking her daughter. After that faux-blowjob episode, her mind couldn't stop herself from racing. She held her fleshlight like it was her dear life and she stroked her cock with it like it depended on it.

She moaned out loud like she was in pain, and her hips thrusted forwards as if she was actually fucking a real pussy. She deeply needed that sensation.

She closed her eyes as she went to that blissful moment where her dearest daughter had her mouth on that fat dildo that resembled her own cock. "Oh, fuuuck," Eleanor panted as she thrusted upwards, her balls churning semen as she pumped her dick more and more in that tight hole.

"You're a little slut," Eleanor said tentatively, and she was so turned on by her own words that she repeated it louder, "You're a little slut," she said, panting as she moved herself and her arm faster, the sloshing sounds getting also louder. "You're such a fucking dirty slut for your mother cock, aren't you?" she panted, smiling hard as she remembered that vision, "Oh, Amelia, I want you, I want you… I want you…" her voice died down in pleasure as she melted, her cock and balls felt so good that she was going crazy. She was very close and didn't want to stop.

Eleanor grasped the fleshlight with both hands as she squeaked and mewled in pleasure, her eyes getting wet as her heart raced in fluttery feelings of affection, lust and strong feelings of guilt that wrapped around her body and took control, but was so blissful at the same time. She panted and smiled, ruefully, but a big smile.

"Ohh!! Mummy is such a fucking slut for you!!" She grunted in a low voice as she succumbed to her pleasure. Her balls churned and spurted, her cock throbbed and released jets of thick cum inside the fake pussy as Eleanor trembled and opened her mouth, salivating as her body came hard, "Such a fucking… slut… I'm such a slut…! Ohhh! Baby…! Oh, baby…!" she panted in tired gasps as she slouched down the bed.

She took some minutes just panting and recovering her mind. She wasn't fucking the fleshlight bare, and were wearing a condom. She hated it, but at least avoided her to clean her fleshlight up as much.

Eleanor then took and replaced her condom as she took her cell phone again. She ignored the notifications as she quickly went to her pictures. Looking at her daughter's picture, Eleanor quickly regained her boner, and she started to pant again. She was still horny and she grabbed her fleshlight tightly after putting more lube in it.

"Ready for round two, baby?" she grunted, looking at all the creep shots she had taken, and, of course, the guilty pleasure nudes she had received and didn't delete. It felt so wrong but she didn't care. She inserted her covered cock inside the fleshlight again and panted in lust, started to stroke herself again lightly. "You feel so goddamn good," panted Eleanor.

Notes:

As always, thank you for reading it and for all the comments. This was ARC II first chapter. What do you think? I welcome all thoughts in the comments. Have a great weekend and day, love you all.

Next chapter: You guessed. Next weekend.

Chapter 7: Converging Messages (1)

Summary:

Mother and daughter try to reach a meeting point between their feelings. Pt. 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Saturday ended without any further major events and Sunday started just like any other day. Eleanor went to her private full bathroom, a luxury only she had in this house, and took a very relaxing steamy hot shower. She could feel her muscles relaxing one at a time, as she sighed a breath of relief. After the long masturbation session she had last night, her muscles were a bit off, but the shower sure made sure to fix it right up.

She ran her fingers through her short but thick red locks as she felt the hot water hit her face in a calm torrent. A relaxed smile was on her face, feeling the steamy water run through her body, cascading, as it warmed her thick and curvaceous body, caressing her skin like a lover would.

Her hands ran through her shoulders to her breasts, caressing and fondling them each at a time, not afraid to stop at each nipple to give it a little squeeze, as she didn't mind touching herself lewdly even though she was simply showering. It's been a while since Eleanor felt so in touch with her sexuality again. Normally, her sex-drive is limited by now tired she is to take care of it. Since she is always so exhausted or has so much in her mind - by her own accord and decision - she doesn't have time or motivation to take care of her libido. But that week. Oh, this week is heaven-sent .

It's easy to forget how I love my own body, sometimes, she thought to herself. She was the birth mother of one, was three - almost two technically - years short of officially entering her 40s, and had a somewhat plump body, but nothing of that really mattered because she loved herself and kept herself healthy enough by doing the correct amounts of light exercises every week.

Even so, that doesn't matter if you're not paying attention to your body yourself. At least Eleanor thought like this. It doesn't matter if you love your body if you don't show it, and Eleanor hasn't been showing herself adequate amounts of self-love, according to her.

"When was the last time I trimmed this massive bush, for example?" Her pubic hair has been growing a little bit unruly since it's been a month or so since she took care of it.

These are some things that she'd worried about. Her balls and tits have sagged a little in the last couple of years, and a couple of stretch marks appeared around her thigh, butt and belly if you looked closely enough. Eleanor is trying to not let any of these stress her since she is a mature woman now. She's trying to enjoy her life with its mature charms as well.

Who cares if I don't have the same body of my teenage years ? I'm still hot and powerful, as powerful as I ever was. And I don't feel physically tired easily, just like when I was young . But maybe I should take care of my bush, a little .

With newfound determination, she decided to reallocate her schedule. First thing in the morning, it was for her to properly trim herself. Maybe once in a lifetime I can allow myself to not be completely shaven . Yeah, mature charm right?

After the deed was done, she stretched herself, now in a turkish cotton pink robe and nothing else. It was still early in the morning, and she didn't know what to do with her day.

It was Sunday, that means she was free to do whatever she wanted. Historically, Eleanor was as busy as ever with her Sundays. But this was a rare opportunity where she didn't have much to do, which allowed herself to have a day for herself, weirdly enough. What baffled her more than anything is that she only realized recently this week that, for the last 16 years, she didn't have any hobbies.

She barely had any time to watch TV and movies, or porn. Even though she is subscribed to streams services that provide such demand. When she did watch any of these, she didn't consider it a hobby, since her brain was so fried from all the work that she barely kept her consciousness to pay attention to anything on screen.

Books? She had a big bookcase filled with all sorts of genres: non-fiction to fiction, from romance to horror, vanilla to kinky porn. She barely had time to open any of these books; in fact, she doesn't exactly know how she ended up with such a collection. The only ones she actually read were the ones she was obligated to finish in order to do her papers and final presentation on her college. Since then, she barely had time to properly pick up something new to study, even.

Working out? She didn't do it as a hobby, only to keep it healthy. In fact… she had started her day with exactly this before she went showering. A good exercise on the treadmills for half an hour always woke her up and energized her.

But… What now? Well… there's Amelia to take in consideration. She was still asleep, and probably wouldn't be up for a while yet. Her daughter had the habit of waking up close to midday on Sundays, sometimes even past it. So, it was just Eleanor and herself right now.

"I guess breakfast it is~" hummed Eleanor, as she tightened her robe around her body. "Let's see… I guess I'm in the mood for waffles today… oh, maybe bacon pancakes?"

While she was doing her meal, her mind kept wondering about her daughter and the life they've been leading recently. It's been almost a week since the storm began. News in the TV just announced that due to the storm being slower and bigger than expected, the roads would remain blocked for another couple of days, maybe another week. Eleanor didn't need to worry, but she would have to resort to canned food if the situation stretched for long enough.

And because of this, she started to think about what would happen to her and Amelia in the next couple of days. Eleanor had broken down into her teenager unresponsive self in the first couple of days, but her daughter had fixed everything like magic.

At first, Eleanor thought she was just sexually frustrated, and it made sense for her to think this way. The last time she had sex was almost nine years ago. To describe this long period as a dry spell was an understatement. For a person like Eleanor, who was used to have constant sex stimulation, these last years was just like walking mindlessly through an endless desert.

Of course, sex was a big part of why her mind entered that stage, yes, but it would be a lie to say it was the only reason for it. Because one thing that Eleanor never had, and that she didn't even realize she needed, was a partner. Sure, she had girlfriends before. But that was merely sexual. There was friendship, yes, but not companionship, or whatever you call that deep reliance that you have for someone you trust.

Eleanor was a woman who had to fight a lot. Sure, if you compare situations, the things she had to sacrifice and what she won, compared to what a lot of people around the world have to go through every day, meant nothing. This does not mean that she is snobbish, or weak. She isn't spoiled and she had lived for years in conditions people like her mother never thought about doing.

Humans are fragile beings, who only perceive the world around them through their own perception. She was aware of the biggest problems in the world, and Eleanor was aware that her problems were small compared to others. But she was - or felt - alone.

She didn't have a person to listen to her, or to tell her that everything was fine at the end of the day, when she arrived home. There was not a person in her life who stopped to listen to the demons she has lived in for the past 16 years. The things she chose, the things she lived… she had never told anyone. She never had anyone to listen to about her life. The things she thought, and felt, they were only for Eleanor and no one else.

It was just her against the world. Getting home, for Eleanor, does not mean rest. It means more work. Taking care of your daughters, making dinner, doing the housework. Eleanor knew how difficult it was to clean a house, to wash clothes diligently. She did not like to pay for a babysitter, or a daily cleaner. She understood that the daughters she had, the housework she had, were her obligations and no one else's.

She worked for over a decade and a half to give her daughters the comfort they deserved. Eleanor forsake her previous hedonistic and self-indulgent lifestyle to dedicate to her daughters. She had dedicated her heart for this single goal. She put herself into this task for their sake, trying to convince herself that she had her fun, and now was time for her daughters. It was time to put some elbow grease and become something that she could be proud of, later.

And it worked. Goddamit, it worked. For the most part, at least.

The thing is, what Eleanor always missed was someone to support her. She never told anything to anyone and always worked hard. In other words, Eleanor was lonely . And this kind of loneliness charges a heavy toll.

Little by little, her determination, her passion, her fury, all of that was diminishing. It was becoming smaller. Day by day, month by month, her mind was slowly slipping away. Frustrations with her own mom, with things she needed to do. Stress started to eat out her dedication and determination. Her demons started to show back.

She put herself into a mindset that she would get through that with some more dedication. She filled more of her schedule. She started to dedicate herself harder to religion in order to not have libidinous thoughts. Put herself into more work projects to eat away her libido. She didn't need to take vacations, she could achieve so much more if she worked every day.

The more she had to think about work, job, bills, the less she would have time to imagine any other thing. Of course, that was a path to exhaustion. To disaster.

And she was finally exhausted. It took a long time, more than a decade, but she was finally completely exhausted. Burned away to almost ashes. She was still fine and whole, but she still had to keep going. There was no rest. There was no breath space for someone that had to work every hour of the day. Her job, her religion, her schedule, her own two daughters… All of that were eating what and who Eleanor was. What she liked to do.

And she cried, because she didn't know what to do. She wanted help. She needed help, but she wasn't asking for it. To Eleanor, nobody could save her from that tunnel.

At least… that's what she thought.

When Eleanor started to lust her own daughter, she thought she was going insane. She thought she really had lost all of her brain. She didn't believe in actual hell, she never believed in any shenanigans her religion told her to believe, but she thought that hell should exist just for her. Lusting your own daughter and flesh has to be wrong. Has to be sinful in some way, if not by divine law. She surely thought it was nothing but immoral.

But maybe that was why she liked it so much; to admire and lust for something so wrong and perverted. Wasn't that what she did in her teens? Make the most of her sexual impulses and desires, whatever they were? A blowjob in the middle of the street? Of course. Having sex hidden in one of the school rooms? Why not? Not using a condom just because it felt better to feel jizz inside her pussy, even though they risk getting pregnant? Okay. Have an orgy with the whole sex club you were involved in at your mother's mansion? It sounds like an incredible idea.

Why was that time any different? Lusting your own daughter, even though she's her flesh and blood? Her body yearned for that kind of thrill, it has always been like this, and now it isn't different. It was time for her to admit it, that no matter what age she had, Eleanor had a problem. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, her body was still looking at her daughter in a lustful way, for the first time realizing that she had a sexy body, and that she was growing to become more and more sexy.

And, honestly, Eleanor was tired to deny herself from feeling the way she felt, especially this week. That's why she leaned into it. Just for today , she decided at the beginning of the week, finally, that she was going to feel like herself again. Just for that day, she said. Just today, I'll be myself. And that day turned into two, then three…

And, honestly… she didn't know where that was going to lead to.

She never imagined, in her wildest dreams, what she had to gain with this wild gamble. She just thought that this week was a tiny break that would serve as little relief from the huge amount of stress she was under. Eleanor didn't consider that Amelia would look at her and realize that her mother was different, but in a good way.

Eleanor had spent 16 years in an environment where it seemed that being who she was was nothing but a burden, or something negative. She stopped noticing that people could have different opinions. That Amelia could look at her in a positive rather than a negative sense.

She always thought that if Amelia found out who she was, she would stop respecting who Eleanor was, and see her with the same eyes as Eleanor's mother did. Like a failed person, who needs reins to be responsible.

Instead, what she received was concern. Not at what Eleanor was, but at what she had to go through in the past decade. Her daughter was concerned with the decisions she had to endure, and the stresses she had to go through. She worried about what her mother had to do in her adult life, rather than what she did in her teens. Instead of focusing on her past, Amelia saw only the present.

Not only that, but they finally talked, after so long. And not exclusively about Amelia and what was going on in her life, or Eleanor giving answers and advising her daughter. No, in fact, it was the opposite. Her daughter asked and listened, she was the person who was only there to understand her mother. She asked for nothing in return. She just heard what Eleanor had to say.

And they just spoke. Finally, after years, they finally talked. For nearly two days, Eleanor finally could say what happened for years. And she did talk, and she talked about everything, even the things she didn't want. It felt so good. It felt so much better than to hold it and toughen it up. Her daughter was there, and she was listening. No… not only her daughter, but someone . A person. Someone just like Eleanor; another human. Somebody that she could trust, and that for the first time, she relied on.

Somebody that was there to hug her when she cried. Someone who said she loves her, that said that all those years amounted to something, that she was the best, and was considerate. That she did nothing wrong.

Eleanor, now sitting on her couch while looking at the ceiling, felt like crying again. She never thought at the beginning of the week she would feel like this toward her daughter. She never thought that their relationship would be so intimate; so close. She never thought that she could give birth to something so pure and beautiful, so honest and compassionate. She didn't imagine that half of her could be so simply amazing. In the last two days, she never expected that she could love her daughter so much. Never pictured herself yearning for her touch and presence so much.

Even now, she wanted to enter her room and be together with her, to continue to feel how close they were in bed yesterday. To feel her warmth so close, heating her body. To feel her touch on her hair, and to listen to her daughter say sweet things in her ears. No, not only her daughter, to hear Amelia say all these things. To feel Amelia and her warmth, her touch.

Eleanor, not even in her wildest dreams thought that lusting after her daughter would lead to herself feeling so much for her. Desiring her in another sense. She herself discovered that what lacked in her past years was't just sex, it was intimacy. And she never thought she would find this intimacy with Amelia.

And, maybe, that's why she felt like crying. Because, now she doesn't know what to do with all these feelings bubbling up her chest.

(…)

Amelia had strange dreams. About forgetting things she didn't want to. About drinking more than she should. About feeling good when her mother was close, and her mother was very close to her in her dreams. The dreams twisted and changed as Amelia tossed on her bed from left to right.

At that moment, they were about her and her mom. They were in Nassau, on a beach close to a port. There were luxury boats in the distance but the place was all theirs. They were both in beach chairs, on the sand, sitting next to each other with drinks in their hands.

"This is nice, right, Amelia?"

"Mhm… definitely."

Amelia drank her alcoholic drink as she looked at the waves in the distance crashing against the sands perpetually.

"So nice for my mom to give us this nice private honeymoon…" Eleanor complemented, smiling as she drank her own drink from the straw before sighing.

"It's really not that bad, is it…?"

"Nuh-uh…" sighed Eleanor. She eventually turned to her daughter and bride and pouted her lips slightly. "Give me some sugar, baby~"

Amelia sighed. Her new wife was sooo needy. She leaned towards her and then she locked their lips casually. Amelia kept kissing her wife over and over until she needed to feel her tongue, and deepened the kiss between them. Eventually their lips drew apart.

"Do you think we should carry this to our personal lodging, baby?"

" Most definitely, " answered Amelia, with a lazy smile on her face as she looked with clear lust to her new wife and mother. "I want a taste of that body again."

Amelia and Eleanor returned to their room together. Immediately after they entered, they started making out with each other. It didn't last long, as Eleanor pushed herself away. Before Amelia could say anything a piece of fabric hit her face.

Amelia took the fabric out of the way, to realize it was Eleanor's bikini she was holding. She looked forward and saw that her mother was now topless in front of her. She gulped, but then smiled. It was party time.

Eleanor bit her lip and quickly got into bed after undressing herself. Amelia was just doing the same, but two times faster as she got eager at every passing second. Her mother-wife was now naked in front of her, her pussy already slick-wet as she basically dribbled lust for her daughter. Her cock was nowhere to be found, her mother was nothing but a regular woman, but Amelia didn't question it.

"C'mon, baby, c'mere and breed me like a slut. Put a baby in me," hissed Eleanor as she opened her legs wide, using her hands to spread her pussy' lips to her daughter-wife.

"Urgh, you fucking slut ," Amelia hissed as her cock throbbed hard to full erection. Her 23cm mast was already fully hard and ready to fuck her mother-wife's cunt to oblivion and to put all of her white thick semen on her pussy.

" Destroy me with that delicious dick, baby~!!" asked Eleanor, as she started to finger herself, not being able to wait another couple of seconds before she could feel full.

"You're going to regret saying that… mom!" Amelia approached Eleanor with her hand on her hard, painfully erect dick.

She grabbed her mother's legs and opened them apart to the limit as she climbed on top of her mother, aiming that huge dick directly into her pussy. She looked at her mother again. The clear desire and lust of a female in heat was obvious. She desired her cock so much she was practically panting. Her body was already sweating in excitement, her nipples completely hard and her skin flushed in high lust.

The moment she was about to unceremoniously plunge herself inside her mother-wife, Amelia woke up from her dream.

Huh?! Thought Amelia, as she opened her eyes, groggily. Where? …A dream?

Amelia rolled to one of her sides as she stretched her body under the covers and blankets. Of course it was a dream , she rolled to the other side of the bed, as she looked around, looking for her phone on top of the dresser. She yawned as she saw the time of day.

11:48 , I guess this is like normal, after all. However she was a little bit bothered between her legs. She immediately knew why. Amelia wasn't one to usually have dirty dreams, but she loved having them, especially if futas are involved.

Amelia was still groggy, but she could remember very well that her mother was in her dream.

"Can't believe I actually dreamed about her… but I was the futa?" Amelia rolled to the other side, bending her legs, as she crept a hand between her thighs. Her hands slipped inside her pants and in her panties, clearly noticing her wet folds.

She ran her fingers in circles as she slowly massaged her lips and carressed herself pleasurably, images of her mother's big breasts exposed and her huge soft ass on the bed filled her thoughts. She started to pant as she rocked her legs together, feeling the pleasure run like electricity.

"Hmm~ Ahh…" moaned Amelia, as her fingers started to probe her clit and inner lips. Details of her dream were being lost as she imagined only the pleasure on her body.

"Fuck…" her fingers crept in further and hooked upwards, teasing her wet and needy hole. Amelia panted pleasurably as her pussy quivered in excitement.

When did it become normal to masturbate for Eleanor? Actually, Amelia had done it before this fateful week.

Her mother was futa, and Amelia loves futa. Before this week, her scarce and rare masturbation sessions while thinking about her mother, although filled with lust or desire for her body, was more of a psychological reaction more than anything. Think about Electra Complex, but the dad is actually a mom - or just the normal oedipus complex. Her previous climaxes – because of it – came with twinges of regret, and not unbridled desire for more.

This week was the strangest in her life, but… Amelia couldn't help herself. So much happened. She had seen her mother devolve into a woman that does nothing but stay on the couch mostly the whole day. She saw her mother get sloppier to the point where she was basically masturbating in plain sight. She never thought that facet of Eleanor existed, and she was somewhat both disgusted and fascinated by it.

How could her mother be two facets of a coin? How could she be so strict, so lovable, so boring, so sexy? For Amelia, one of them must be the real one. One is the way she acts in front of her family, the other isn't. She wanted to see the real Eleanor; the one when she isn't in front of her family. She needed to see drunk Eleanor, slutty Eleanor, skimpy Eleanor… the self-indulgent Eleanor.

Why? So she can feel grateful for her, happy for her, to admire her better, understand her better. She never thought she would think like this, but she wanted to fully know her mother. She already discovered so much and she liked everything that she saw so far. Her mother is beautiful… sexy… selfless.

"Fuck… mom…" panted Amelia as she started to go deeper and deeper in her pussy. She had laid on her own arm and was now thrusting her hips against her hand, fingering herself and exploring every little sensitive corner inside of her, imagining Eleanor and all of her great qualities. The imperfections that made her more perfect. "Mom… Hnng … yeah, make me suck your cock…!" smiled Amelia, her eyes rolling up as her memories fogged to what happened yesterday. Immediately, the pleasure took over her body and mind. " Mooom…! Cumming…!!"

Her pussy squirted a handful of hot liquids as she came over her fingers, her eyes going up as she panted heavily and shivered pleasurably again and again.

Amelia didn't know it yet, but what she truly wanted to do was to fall more in love with her mom.

"Guh… so good," sighed Amelia as her orgasm waned, but spread all over - not exactly ending but yet not continuing. She noticed, recently, that she has been masturbating more than usual. Maybe it was just a side-effect of being stuck in home for so long but it's not as if she dislikes it. Maybe Amelia should worry that her thoughts were turning harder towards her mother, instead. However, that thought didn't cross Amelia that day.

Amelia sat on her bed as she wiped the sweat out of her forehead. It was an incredible feat that she managed to break a sweat masturbating when it's so cold. Maybe she should rinse it off before waking up.

Another incredible thing is that she was so excited that she came before even taking out her new dildo for a new test drive. Amelia bent down to open a drawer in her dresser and see her new stuff. Lube, toy cleaning spray, and her dildo with other sex toys she didn't bother to open just yet. She, again, took her dildo out and looked at it.

It was big, 23 centimeters in length, made of silicone. It was thick, probably more than 5 centimeters wide. It had a very realistic texture, she would say. It must have been an expensive one to look so majestically beautiful, with veins close to the base and a very exposed head. It also had balls and a suction cup, for overall fun. Also, the coloration looked exceptionally well done.

Amelia had made a gaffe yesterday by saying it looked like her mother's cock, but luckily Eleanor didn't seem to catch that. Otherwise, she would have questioned her, for sure. Little did she know that this was just a misunderstanding. Eleanor knew that Amelia had seen her cock already, so she didn't think about it. If she had noticed that Amelia supposedly wasn't supposed to know, then she would grow suspicious of something.

But, she wasn't lying at all. It really looked like hers, which was… interesting. Did Eleanor have this for this reason, or perhaps was it a coincidence? And also, did Eleanor gave this to Amelia on purpose or not?

"But this thing sure is crazy…" Amelia could get horny just looking at it, and imagining how this used to belong to her mother, "How are you supposed to fit everything in your mouth, even?" the whole thing was the length of her head.

Amelia gave a tentative lick all across its base, slowly. She caressed the base of it, as she reached her dildo's head. "It doesn't taste like anything," she mumbled, before she opened her mouth slightly and put the tip of her dildo inside, sucking it slightly, bobbing her head up and down a little.

Her heart raced a bit as she thought about whether she should put the whole thing in her mouth or not. She gulped and took a deep breath before she decided that she should at least give it a try. She closed her eyes, grabbing the dildo by its balls as she sank the entire shaft inside her. At least, she tried to. She managed to gobble a little less than half of it before she started to gag on it. She quickly took it out, smear of saliva all over the fake cock as she quickly caressed the shaft to spread it all over the base, trying to clean it up.

"So big…" Amelia coughed as she looked at it. She could clearly see the spot where her mouth was, glistening with saliva smears. Yeah, this is nothing… she thought to herself, checking how low her progress was. She couldn't help but be impressed with the porn actress that managed to fit things like that deep inside their throats with such ease.

Amelia eventually made her way downstairs after she decided to rinse off her masturbation sweat and smell. Her mother was on cleaning duties, she was cleaning the couch with a handheld vacuum cleaner, still wearing nothing but her bathrobe. Amelia saw her mom calmly cleaning the couch and she smiled to herself. It was the first time she saw her walking around in just a robe, too.

When she normally sees Eleanor cleaning, she always looks dead serious. It made Amelia happy to see she was cleaning with such calm this time. When Eleanor saw her daughter, she promptly turned off the vacuum cleaner.

"Good morning, sweetie! I mean - good afternoon, I guess," it was almost 1 p.m., so it was appropriate to say so.

"Good afternoon, mom," Amelia smiled. She wanted to get close to her and just hug her tight. She didn't know what her mom would think, though, so she stayed where she was. "How are you doing today?"

"Me?" Eleanor chuckled, "I should be the one asking you that," Eleanor smiled back. Eleanor looked at her daughter and all of her feelings blossomed all of the sudden, and she didn't know what to do. She just tucked her robes against her body again. "I'm okay, darling. Thanks for asking. And how are you feeling today?"

Amelia didn't feel as great when she went to sleep. Her mind was filled with different questions she didn't have answers to. But she woke up wonderfully, even though she was very turned on. And honestly, she felt so happy after seeing her mom awake and well.

"I had, um… a strange dream? But I'm fine. Actually, I'm hungry," Amelia laughed as she felt her belly rumble.

"Well, I hope you're in the mood for a late brunch!" Eleanor quickly forgot about cleaning and went to the kitchen to prepare her daughter's meal.

"Mom, I'm fine, you can keep your chores~" Amelia followed her daughter.

They started half bickering as they went to the kitchen. Eleanor insisted on doing it for Amelia, and she had to step off because Eleanor really wasn't receding.

"I just wanted to help," said Amelia, a little embarrassed.

"I know… and I wanted to spoil my baby girl," Eleanor snickered as she mixed more handmade batter for more fluffy pancakes.

" Don't call me baby girl," laughed Amelia, at the weird nickname all of the sudden. "I'm not… 12. You can come up with better nicknames for a…" Amelia looked at Eleanor, with butterflies in her stomach, "…a beautiful teen like me, right?"

" Tons, " said Eleanor, turning to an already pre-heated frying pan, "But they are not appropriate , I would assume."

"I mean… I wouldn't mind having an inappropriate one," said Amelia in a hushed voice that Eleanor didn't quite understand.

Eleanor and Amelia continued to debate, as Eleanor made her daughter's brunch swiftly. Soon enough her daughter had delicious pancakes to eat. Her mother was content to stay and look at her with her meal. Eleanor eventually had to get back to cleaning and Amelia said she was going to do the dishes for once.

"Thanks, baby… that would help me out a lot," smiled Eleanor.

"You deserve the help, mom," and Eleanor smiled brightly at Amelia, her cheeks flushing pink slightly.

Notes:

Thanks for all the comments as always. You're welcome to post any feedback.

Next release: Next weekend.

Chapter 8: Converging Messages (2)

Summary:

Mother and daughter try to reach a meeting point between their feelings.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

And helping Eleanor was exactly what Amelia did. Amelia insisted that she should take half the chores and she started to work hard on cleaning up the house. She started with her own room and moved outwards until she was back again at the living room. With the help of Amelia, they cleaned the house easily, and it was still afternoon.

Now they were free of their duties, they could spend their time as they wished. But Amelia still had plans. She didn't have time to text friends or see her social media. She wanted to spend the day with her mother. Something that almost no one would ever say.

Eleanor had sat down on the couch, as she stretched her legs and sighed deeply. She was still on her robe. For some reason she felt so comfortable in it, even though her daughter was there the whole time. But Eleanor felt like she didn't need to worry. Amelia won't judge me , that's what she thought.

And she wouldn't. In fact, what Amelia did was look at her mother intensely. Her plump, curvaceous body snuggly fit into that robe, revealing her fair skin. The shape of her body, the cleavage and the slight bulge of her non-erect dick against a single layer of cotton. Which young healthy teenager brimming with desires would resist the temptation of staring after seeing such a prime target? Amelia would definitely fail the test.

With both of them at the couch, Eleanor paying attention to her TV more than anything, trying to relax from the build up tension of house duties, Amelia was silently looking at her mother. Not only for the eye candy, but she also had a thing on her mind.

It was Sunday, and she didn't want Sunday to go uneventful. She wanted to do a repeat of the other day and grab the opportunity to grow closer to Eleanor, and potentially see her vunerable and easy-going side again. And that day had to be the day for it. So, she tried to convince her mom.

"Hey… today's Sunday. So… Can I drink?"

"Hm…" Eleanor thought for some seconds, before she delivered her answer. "Okay, you can drink a little," she was a little bit too tired to consider all the ramifications of this answer, so she just answered instead, seeing no harm in a bit of alcohol.

"What about you? Let's drink," Amelia approached her mom just a little, trying to nudge her in the right direction. Recreate what happened a few days ago.

"No, baby," Eleanor shook her head slightly, "I don't feel like drinking today."

"C'mon, let's drink. You're so fun when you're drunk."

"We can do wrong things when we're drunk. Let's not…" bubbling anxiety started to creep in as Eleanor imagined how she behaved last time she drank. She took a deep breath to control her feelings.

"What are you afraid of? We already kissed. Are you afraid of kissing? Or perhaps something bad happened that you didn't tell me?" Amelia assumed a more aggravated tone of voice. She was clearly trying to get a reaction from her mom.

"No… nothing happened," lied Eleanor, "We just drank a lot that day and did some regrettable things. I'm sorry that I kissed you Friday… It was wrong of me to ask that, ever . At the end of the day we're mother and daughter, and you're too young to be with anyone my age."

"Well, I think I should be the one deciding if I'm young enough for something, not you. I'm not 12 anymore. And I also think that I deserve to know the truth, too, since I was there with you. Wouldn't you want to know what happened if you were me? I know you're hiding something!"

"Sweetie, I'm just trying to protect you! What I did to you wasn't… normal!"

"No! You're trying to protect anything but me!" Amelia got pisssed at her mother's words. Amelia didn't understand why it wasn't easier to just admit what happened.

Standing up, Amelia took a good look at her mother. Her shy demeanor, the stance of someone who doesn't know what to do or behave.

"I was just… turned on!" Eleanor tried to explain the situation. She was afraid and anxious, but she didn't want to fight Amelia. In fact, she didn't know why Amelia was so aggravated right now. "I shouldn't have…!"

"Well, I was too, wasn't I?! I mean… I took fucking pictures of your dick! And I've been masturbating nonstop to them!"

Amelia breathed out. Her chest felt constricted, but she had finally admitted. It felt nice to do so. It felt right to finally say it.

"What?!"

Amelia's fist was closed tightly as she admitted one thing after the other. Her mind was racing with different kinds of thoughts; Amelia just wanted the truth. Eleanor, on the other hand, was trying to grasp all this new information.

"I don't know what happened, but I have pictures of your dick with cum all over yourself. Do you know how I got 'em?! Because I sure don't! You've been quiet, and you've said we didn't do anything, so perhaps I just abused you when you were sleeping to take them?" asked Amelia, trying not to sound too angry or baffled. Honestly, she was just as confused as Eleanor was in that moment.

"What? N– No! That's not it–" Eleanor's eyes widened. "I-- You're… You didn't…" Eleanor fumbled with her words, trying to process what she just had heard and what she should tell Amelia.

"So you know something?! Why didn't you tell me? I thought you and I were being honest with each other now! I– I even told you I loved you!"–tears threatened to appear on Amelia's face and she wiped them–"I'm going to be in my room, away from you…! JERK!"

Feelings got the better of Amelia as she stomped away, first, to the kitchen, grabbed the last beer cans, and then she stomped away upstairs, avoiding her mother's attempt to stop her.

"Darling… please, wait!" Eleanor tried to pursue her daughter, but she blocked her off on the stairs.

"No! Not darling!" she was trying not to yell, but it was becoming harder. "You can't just keep pretending what happened in the last days were just… some kind of fever dream! What the fuck! If you did something, at least have the guts to tell me! At least don't pretend it didn't happen! At least think about how I feel before deciding to move on by yourself!" Amelia was looking down on Eleanor, with eyebrows pursed tight and her blood pumping.

Amelia's breath was quick as she ran out of things to say. She just pursed her eyes and then started to climb the stairs again, leaving Eleanor baffled and shocked behind. Some moments later Eleanor heard Amelia's door bang from downstairs.

Eleanor thought about pursuing her daughter again, but she reconsidered. Maybe it was good to give her some space to think and to just relax before she approaches her again. She didn't seem in the mood for talking right now. She just hoped Amelia went easy on the alcohol.

In Amelia's room, she was blasting indie rock as she sat down on her bed, popping one of the beers she had in her hands open. She was breathing hard and felt terrible about all of the things she just said to her mom. So she just took a deep breath and started to chug the beer down her throat, hearing the song sooth her mood accompanied by the alcohol.

She was clenching her jaws tight as she felt like crying, but she drowned all of that feelings with the beer. She barely understood why she was feeling so miserable about this, but for some reason seeing her mother denying to be honest about what they did hurt her. Made her feel bad. Amelia knew they did something. They had to. Otherwise the other logical explanation is that she did something bad. Something terrible.

On Eleanor's side, she was trying to calm down. She had passed through moments of crisis like this while raising her two little girls. She is an experienced mother and she knew how to deal with Amelia.

At least it would be like this in a normal scenario. In that moment Eleanor is thinking about what kind of situation she put herself into. This wasn't a normal crisis, at all.

Her daughter isn't complaining about something simple like something she thought was unfair at school, or that her girlfriend cheated on her. This was her daughter upset with Eleanor about not being forthcoming about the sexual acts they did two days ago.

"I don't know what's in her mind. She's young but she has to know that incest is wrong, for goodness sake! What is she even implying with 'I should be the one deciding' ?

"And she's taking pictures of me? And masturbating with them?" Eleanor sighed exasperatedly as reality hit her. Hit her hard, punished her hard. How could she permit something like that to exist? And she's talking about herself, mostly. How can she not eliminate the feeling of desire that blossomed between her daughter and her? How could she indulge in it? In what planet is that acceptable–

Eleanor's phone buzzed. When she looked at the screen she then realized a lot of time had passed since she started to think. It was now close to 6:00 p.m., and the climate was starting to become rather cold again.

Eleanor focused on her notifications and saw that Amelia had sent a message to her.

Amelia: Can we make a rpg?

Eleanor: Amelia, what are you talking about? Are you okay? Do you want to talk?

Eleanor collected her thoughts and focused on what her daughter needed. What would allow them to have a conversation.

Amelia: You know. Rpg is like playing pretend. Do you want it??

Amelia seemed to ignore everything that her mother asked.

Amelia: C'mon it'll be fun, she texted. At this point in time, Eleanor rightfully suspected that her daughter was at least tipsy.

She thought about what would be the best form of action in this predicament. My daughter might be tipsy and not in the right mind to speak, but… at least we'd be speaking , and that was her objective, after all. It was best for her to just do what she asked for now. If Amelia didn't drink anymore she could still sober up, and if she didn't, well, she was still there the other day… she's not going anywhere in this storm. And it looks like it would put Amelia in a better mood, so…

Eleanor: Okay baby; she started typing, but then she deleted the baby. Okay what do I have to do; she sent instead.

Amelia: How about we pretend that we… are… not daughter and mom ; was the following text Eleanor read, and that made her clench her jaw tightly.

"I am not drunk enough for this," said Eleanor, and she got up to pour herself some vodka for her before she came back. When she did, Amelia had sent another text.

Amelia: So… what do you say??

Eleanor: Don't need to rush, Amelia. I'm right here; Eleanor texted as she drank from her glass. It was in times like these she wished she was less tolerant to alcohol.

Eleanor: So from now on I'm not your mom .

Amelia: Cool! :D

Amelia was lying in her bed excitedly, she was pumped that her gamble worked. Like Eleanor suspected, she was tipsy from drinking two cans of beer as quickly as she did, and she was also half naked.

Amelia: So mom; Amelia started, but she realized what she did and deleted it. Amelia: So who are you again? Never heard of you before!

So that's the route we're taking, thought Eleanor, in the living room. She drank more vodka before answering. Eleanor: You can call me Elle, I'm just a bored single mom looking for entertainment. What about you? Texted Eleanor. She wasn't a stranger to role-playing, but she never had done it over the phone… and Obviously not under those circumstances. Not gonna lie, that actually seems fun, thought Eleanor. It's been ages since she met someone new on the internet, and just pretending she was, was kind of exciting for her.

Amelia: You can call me Mia, and I'm a teen looking for fun too! , Eleanor snickered after she read the text.

Eleanor: Hello Mia, looks like our interests align very well… so… you're a teen? How old are you? Eleanor asked as she passed a good minute trying to come up with an answer.

Amelia: Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age? You should since you're also a lady but if you HAVE to know I'm 16yo , said Amelia, for Eleanor's surprise. She wouldn't think she would 'reveal' her real age.

Eleanor: Awfully young for someone so suggestive, don't you think? What would your mother say if she knew you're texting strangers like this? Eleanor questioned. She was curious to know what her daughter would answer.

Amelia: Who cares, she's not here right now. It's just you and me, Elle

Eleanor bit her lower lip slightly as she looked at the text. Her daughter was still typing, and soon enough another message came. Amelia:Your 'bio' says you're futa. Is it true?

Eleanor: It is true… born and raised with both ; Eleanor typed, breathing a little deeper, her mind wondering where this conversation is going, before she poured more vodka for her. Eleanor: And you seem too young to be talking like this.

Amelia: You won't care after knowing what I can offer

Eleanor: What can you offer, then?

Amelia: A little bit of this… Amelia sent a picture right after, and Eleanor's heart almost stopped beating after she saw it.

It was an overhead picture of Amelia looking at the camera looking sexy, with plenty of visage to her chest and belly. She was practically naked, her fair skin almost glowing and the picture trying to make you glance at her chest at any second. Her breasts were partially exposed as Amelia was pulling one side of her purple bra down to show her excited and perky pink nipple. Everything about this picture screamed sexyness.

When Eleanor saw the picture she hunched over, running one hand over her front hair and thinking that she should end this little play right that instant. What am I thinking, or what is she thinking? Eleanor put her phone on the couch faced down as she looked over to nowhere. "Is she drunk or something?"

But, Eleanor couldn't deny her own feelings, better represented by her erect dick against her robe. She only took a glimpse at that picture, but her body was promptly ready, and it desired her daughter feverishly. And she was basically in her forties, so popping a boner so quickly doesn't happen as frequently like when she was a teenager.

" Bad cock," whispered Eleanor, as her hand traveled to her crotch without her consent to start rubbing the piece of meat. But, of course, this was nothing but an excuse. It's easy to blame these reactions as the body's fault. Her own religion preaches that the flesh is weak, that sinful desires are the body's fault. But Eleanor always knew better than to come to conclusions like that. her body was showing nothing more than an honest representation of how she felt right now. Nobody was forcing her, she was excited by her own desires.

Amelia: Are you there? Don't tell me… you're hard for a 16yo old teen? My my… Amelia had sent this text before another: Admit it, you think I'm sexy, don't you, Elle?

"You brat," said Eleanor.

Eleanor:You're being awfully bratty for someone that shy, but I'll admit that you look very… sexy , Her heart was racing hard as she thought how crazy that situation was. She took a deep breath and drank more vodka.

Amelia was in a similar state. She was still in bed, but she was almost running out of alcohol in her end. She was, however, breathing harder, as she couldn't believe that her nude picture worked, and that Eleanor had called her sexy.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm sexy! I knew it, I knew it she thought I was sexy! Her pussy got wetter just knowing that her sex appeal wasn't wasted on her… mother. "Gods, I'm so going to hell… but fuck it… fuck it all… fuck it all…" She was all smiles as she moved her legs up and down gleefully, like a teen in romance movies.

Amelia: I want to see you say you don't care about my age , texted her, and she waited and watched her mother typying her answer with a bated breath.

Eleanor: I don't care about your age, sexy, I want you; answered Eleanor, and Amelia beamed gleefully as she quickly took a print screen. It was more for her to take it as a memory than anything else. Just for hoarding it.

Amelia felt so excited and turned on by this, but she admitted she shouldn't. She was still looking at her chat and biting her lower lip as she huffed, feeling her chest tighten pleasurably as she saw that her mom was saying sexual things for her. That forbidden desire was slowly corroding any shame that was in her chest about feeling guilty, and so was the alcohol. Amelia didn't want to feel guilty about this, so she just drank more and more of the quickly depleting beer, and leaned against the sinful but pleasurable desire.

Amelia: Now that's a suitable nickname for me ; texted Amelia, and she decided to add salt to the wound and added; Even my mom should start calling me this. She tries to hide it but she's been drooling over me all week.

Eleanor gulped as she looked at the message. She's been pretty much following whatever Amelia said. She was also caressing her member as she looked at that half naked picture of her daughter that she had downloaded to her phone already.

So she wanted me to call her sexy, instead? Eleanor thought as she drank more alcohol. The vodka was starting to have its effects on her. She could feel herself become a little sluggish, but she felt bolder, as her mind was numb.

Eleanor: What kind of bitch your mom is? lol imagine what she would do with a nude of you, texted Eleanor, taking her cock out of her robe and starting to slightly stroke it. She felt the pleasure run through her body as she started to let the lust take in, controlling her thought processes numbed by the alcohol.

Amelia could barely believe what she just read. She smiled harder as she texted right back.

Amelia: Do you think she would jerk off to me? she sent.

Eleanor: I don't know about her, but I will at least once a day after this hot picture , Eleanor sent it back, smirking to herself as she teased her erect cock tip.

Amelia, upstairs, smirked to herself - giddiness spreading on her chest as she laid down on her back, opening her legs to start caressing her own wet pussy slowly, over her messed panties.

Amelia: God… Elle… you're making me so hot right now, Amelia teased her mother for admitting her feelings for her. Or I guess not, since they were 'pretending' to do so.

Eleanor:You like reading that I'm going to jerk myself to you? Do you get horny reading this? asked Eleanor. Amelia bit her lip again briefly as she teased her clit a few times, rubbing her panties hard against her crotch as she felt her digits make her feel good.

Amelia: Yes, yes I do, Amelia was now way too busy feeling good to elaborate more on her message. Her mom just told her she would jerk herself off for her. That is beyond sexy in her vision. She didn't know she would be able to get off from her own mother's direct tease. Amelia took the can out of the dresser and sated her thirst as she continued to shlick herself.

Eleanor: Are you wet for me? she texted back, and Amelia just moaned in pleasure, imagining her mother saying that to her.

Amelia: Yes! Yes I'm wet, I'm soaking wet for you Elle; she typed and went right back to masturbating, putting a hand inside her panties and teasing her clit directly. "So wet…" she moaned. This was so much better than watching porn. This was real, and she was loving it. And so was Eleanor.

Eleanor: Show me yours and I show you mine ; she was dying for another nude of her daughter.

Amelia: One moment , Amelia texted. She had the perfect idea. She got up from her bed and opened her dresser drawer, taking her dildo out for play. She went back to her comfy bed, feeling the sexual frustration build up as she set up everything.

A short moment after, she was sending a very explicit picture of herself on top of her new dildo. The dildo was rubbing itself on her labia, threatening to penetrate her at any moment. Amelia was squatting over it, her legs were trembling in excitement as her pussy was dripping liquids like a thirsty mouth, waiting for a delicious meal to fill her. She sent a message with the picture.

Amelia: I guess you'd wish yours were this dildo right here, huh?

Eleanor just smiled at the picture she was sent, looking devilishly at it as her member throbbed pleasureably and excitedly as she did wish her cock was that dildo. Eleanor could swear her cock just got a little bit bigger as she stared at her daughter's crotch, about to be penetrated by that dildo she gave her. It was indeed massive. Now I can really see how well she would take my cock , she thought to herself.

Amelia was about to ram that dildo inside of her by how her lust was bubbling up, almost bursting out. But she decided laying on her back again and teasing that huge shaft against her labia was more comfortable for now. She was still looking at her phone anxiously, however, waiting on her mother to deliver her part of the deal.

And she didn't need to wait for long.

Soon enough a picture of her mother showed on her screen. Her heart skipped when she saw it, and it did again when she tapped the picture. Amelia's nose flared up, and she didn't imagine she could feel even more turned on that she already was. Her legs were starting to get wet from her pussy and she was rubbing her dildo's shaft over her labia and clit as she sighed pleasurably, looking at her mother's picture.

It was a picture of Eleanor, looking upwards towards the camera, sitting on her couch with legs spread and crotch visible. Her pink robe was opened, and Amelia could see her entire torso up to her legs. Her curves were simply sexy to describe at that angle, her hips were wide and eye-catching, her tits were mountains of flesh that was framed perfectly in her body, with excited perky nipples that looked hard as bullets. And talking about hard, her massive member flopped against her belly fold, resting past her belly button. It was red and looked extremely stiff. Veins of pure excitement were visible across the massive shaft. The bitch breaker was real, and it looked delicious to taste.

Amelia's eyes got fogged as she lost herself in a world of pleasure. In a world where only this picture of her mom and her existed, with herself rubbing her dildo on her pussy frantically like a dog that wants a massive bone; or in this case, a girl who wants a massive boner. Amelia wetted her lips as she imagined her mother's erect cock close to her face, throbbing, dribbing pre-cum. She sighed and concentrated on the feeling of her body melting to this pleasure, of heat expanding all over her body, making her flush and more turned on.

Amelia: So hard… Amelia finally sent a message back, after her lust peak was over. Her heart was pumping in excitement as she typed, hoping that the situation would only escalate from here. She was loving every second. She didn't want it to stop, ever.

Eleanor: Are you focusing on my dick Mia?

She wasn't even touching herself anymore, but that situation made Eleanor so hard and horny her penis wouldn't go soft, even from lack of stimulation.

Amelia: Sure am… but… everything about it is so damn sexy , Amelia managed to strip her eyes away from her mother's picture for 10 seconds to text her back.

Eleanor: You know, it's the first time I seduced someone with my Milf body, Eleanor texted as she smiled and finished drinking another shot of vodka. Glad that I still got it.

Amelia: You more than just got it mom, Amelia sent, too dazed in her own sexual lust to see the mistake she just made.

Eleanor laughed as she looked at her daughter's text. It was obvious she would call her mom at some point, and was also a shame. Eleanor grabbed her cock with one hand, caressing it slightly as she sighed pleasurably from the new fix of pleasure she received. "I win, baby, you broke character first," she sent an audio for Amelia, as she was busy.

"What?" Amelia said, in her room. She was too into it to realize what she did. Her daze was broken, however, when she read her text again. "Noooo…!" Amelia moaned, feeling now frustrated that she had foiled her own plan!

Amelia: Please, don't, we were having fun, right?? She typed frantically, to make her mother continue to 'play' with her.

Eleanor: I'm going to make dinner now, we can talk later; Eleanor decided to pull the plug right there. She was having fun, and the nagging on her brain about being shameful and sinful had stopped, but it was getting late. She also needed to pee after all the vodka, also.

"Nooooooo…!" Amelia said, back in her room. She rolled on her bed and threw her head against a pillow as she faked screamed on it.

And she was so horny still. Her pussy was aching for attention, and she was getting none. Amelia took some seconds to breath and relax again, but her lust was still there, painfully so. She decided that she had to masturbate with the closest thing she got from real sex. A picture and a dildo. But it did help that the picture she got now was the picture.

She got out the bed as she attached her dildo on the floor and quickly hopped onto it, rubbing her labia on the tip as she shook her ass slowly on it. It was pressing her entrance provocatively, making her tremble in excitement as she grabbed her phone. She was leaning her torso on her bed as she kneeled over her dildo tower, who was erect and ready to fuck Amelia the way she wanted.

It was way better than a can. So much simpler and more practical to use than a cold aluminum rod. This one was still kinda cold but it was soft and easy to fuck, as she didn't need to hold it down in place. So much better for a wild pony riding as she got into pleasure town.

She held her phone up and bit her lower lip as she pulled her mom picture, already feeling her lust peak again as she lewdly looked at her mother. She didn't pull any brakes as she observed every detail of her body before she couldn't take it anymore and just zoomed in on her dick.

Thankfully, her mother was no stranger to technology and had a high-end phone. Because of that, the picture didn't suffer for lack of pixels when she zoomed in.

It was so massive, stiff and beautiful. It made her wet as a fountain, as her ass started to gyrate itself onto the dick she was holding captive under her ass cheeks. She stroked its shaft against her lips until she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't even need any lube, she just wanted to feel herself stuffed by something as big as her mother.

And that's precisely what she did.

She lowered her ass down into the dildo, making it penetrate her wet snatch. Amelia winced and then moaned as she felt herself being splitted in half by her mother's size. "Aaaahhh!!" She moaned as she grabbed her sheets and slowly rode her dildo in her pussy, slowly accommodating it.

"Fuck… Ha!" She moaned a couple of times as she felt her pussy twitch and tremble with the massive fake cock inside of her. Her pussy contracted again, milking the shaft slowly as pleasure rolled in her body, making Amelia melt slowly as she lubed her fake cock with her juices.

She started to pay close attention to her mother cock as she started to get used to the size that was splitting her. She wasn't all the way down into the toy, however, but she could gobble almost of it now. Amelia started panting as she felt herself getting lighter and lighter with each new movement. She was starting to rock her hips more aggressively, moaning in pleasure as her dildo was hitting her on her pleasure spots. Her pussy quenched by its size, and twitched as it milked the dildo.

She was dribbling all over her shaft as she moved her ass up and down at a moderate pace, making her ass shake and gyrate her hips in an attempt to fit everything inside of it. Her ass jiggled as her ass cheeks clapped together as she continued to pump her hips like a slut into the fake member; her eyes intensely fixated on her mother's cock.

"Fuck… fuck… mom… shit! " Amelia's pussy released a new set of juices as she trembled and moaned. Her eyes rolled up as she looked at her mother's pic. Her cock so close to her head. "Ahh! Yeah, mom! Mom! Give me your cock. I wanna ride it just like that. I want to feel it inside me!" Amelia panted harder and harder as her ass started to move up and down without a rhythm, her mouth watering from sexual desire.

She picked up speed as she kept fucking herself, losing control of her movements just to enjoy this plump dildo stretching her insides while imagining she was riding her own mother. Something that was becoming quite common in the last few days. She lowered one of her hands to start flickering her clit side to side quickly as she felt more bolts of pleasure build up strongly, making her lose control of her voice as she continued to ride her fat shaft.

"Ahh! Mom! Cumming! I'm cumming already! Cumming, cumming cumming… " mumbled Amelia, closing her eyes and tensing up, waves of pleasure building up on her core. " I'm fucking cumming on your cock, shiiit!! " She gasped suddenly, pleasure fogging up her mind as her voice trembled. All of the waves were released in unison as her ass and hips twitched while riding her dildo. Her pussy orgasmed to the cock filling her up. "Yess…!" she moaned and sighed, putting her face on her phone as she wished it was a real cock in her pussy. That she wasn't wasting her orgasms on fake realistic imitations of her mom.

"You called me sexy…" moaned Amelia, smiling for herself. "You called me sexy…"

Notes:

Thanks for all the comments and feedback. Love all of you.

Next chapter is also a two-part chapter as sunday still has more plot and "plot" to uncover. See you next weekend!

Chapter 9: Memories of a Flimsy Present (1)

Summary:

After their roleplay, Sunday continues to escalate as the night progresses

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Amelia approached the kitchen, seeing Eleanor at the kitchen counter, supervising the microwave.

It's been half an hour since Amelia finished masturbating and she had taken a bath to clean herself again. She was still fresh from the shower, her skin still pink from the warm water giving her a healthy look. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a gray hoodie to stay warm. Her mother, she could see, was still in her robes.

Amelia bit her lip as she looked upwards towards her mom, feeling her chest race a bit. They just did something amazing, and now Amelia doesn't know how to react. She decided for the usual, then.

"Hey, mom… dinner's ready?" she asked, calling her mother's attention.

"Oh, hey, Mia ," Eleanor looked back, laughing a bit. "Am I back to being your mother, after all?" She went back to the stool, to finish preparing the table. She grabbed a couple of tableware as the microwave finished.

Amelia looked at her mother's legs as her robe hiked a bit, showing off some skin as Eleanor was opening a lower drawer. Amelia wetted her lips as she checked her mother's ass out. She couldn't get enough of how round and soft it looked. She then looked away before her mother noticed the stare.

"Funny…" said Amelia, getting close to the dinner table. But she smiled a bit, since it looked like her mother was open to talk this out. She then looked at the counter and noticed the wine bottle on top of it. "What are we eating?"

"The rest of the leftovers, mostly… but I made some fried vegetables to go with it. And a little bit of wine, to compliment it," her mother continued to recite the menu as she took what she had in the microwave out and started to prepare the table.

"Not bad… but wine too? A little bit romantic, don't you think?"

Eleanor only chuckled at the comment, as she went to the table and prepared everything. She then uncorked the bottle of wine in the kitchen counter, coming back to where Amelia was. She slowly walked closer to her daughter, staying only mere inches away. Her eyes looked deeply into Amelia's as she smiled. Amelia stared back, dazed at that moment.

That moment seemed to last more than minutes. Eleanor's smiling face was eye-catching, her features were dazzling. Her full and somewhat pouty lips, her lean nose and perfect sharp eyes with long eyelashes, with a small beauty spot right under the right one. Little details that Amelia never really paid attention to before, and now her eyes couldn't stop analyzing it as butterflies traveled to her stomach. Even the wrinkles around her eyes seemed to compliment her face.

Why is she so close to me? Why is she looking at me so deeply? What is going on ? Was some of the questions in Amelia's head as she stared up to her mother.

Eleanor, meanwhile, was paying close attention to her lovely daughter. Amelia was cornered like a small animal, but she looked up like she was ensnared in a beautiful vision. Her sparkling almond eyes, her flushed and warm face fresh from a shower, her slick wet and smooth light brown hair tied in a ponytail. Eleanor looked at everything and burned it inside her head.

Eleanor smiled; She was so close to her that she felt the urge to just hug, touch and break this tenue wall between them, but she instead poured wine into one of the cups, very slowly. Her smile broadened, breaking contact with her daughter almost ruefully as she looked at the wine cascading down the cup.

Amelia unconsciously dragged her hand where the cup was, grasping it slowly and bringing it close to herself. Her mother followed the motion, still slowly pouring the wine. Now she had an excuse to look again at her daughter, downwards, with a smile that hid meaning and intention. Eleanor wondered then if her daughter did that on purpose or not.

Amelia's heart skipped when she felt her mother's eyes again back on her, as she gulped when she felt her face become warmer.

"Tell me when," whispered Eleanor, and Amelia snapped her eyes to her mouth in a reaction, perceiving all of her movements, the bit of tongue that slipped between her lips for the briefest of seconds before hiding away, like she was teasing her, provoking her.

"When…" whispered Amelia back, but she was too ensnared with her mother's visage to really tell if she said it too soon or not.

Eleanor smiled briefly as she stopped pouring. She slowly wrapped her fingers around the glass and took it out of Amelia's hand as Eleanor looked at her in the eyes and put the glass on her own mouth, taking a big sip. Amelia looked again at her mother's mouth, almost instinctively, and only now she noticed that the glass was almost full to the brim.

"This one is mine…" Eleanor said with a smile. She wouldn't give this almost full glass of wine to her daughter, who has been drinking beer already. She left the glass on the table, grabbing and delivering the other one to Amelia, "This one is yours."

"Okay…" she said. This time she forced her eyes to stay on the glass, but Eleanor stopped filling the glass before Amelia had the chance to say when.

Eleanor smiled at her daughter as she left the wine bottle back at the table, grabbing her own glass back.

Both Eleanor and Amelia were still very close to each other. They were both holding their glasses with their right hands. Eleanor got one more step closer to Amelia, and Amelia got a little bit tense, wondering again what was going on. Or rather, what she was supposed to be doing.

"It's fine," Eleanor stepped in. As if she was reading her mind, she spoke, "You don't have to do anything. I just wanted to see you closer."

Amelia nodded slowly, and she relaxed again, looking at her mother while she became slightly redder - blushing - mesmerized again by her beauty, her warmth starting to wrap Amelia in their closeness.

"I've been thinking about your words before you went upstairs…" Eleanor started, and she looked down on Amelia with a rueful smile on her face. "You're right, I need to have guts."

"Mom…" whispered Amelia.

"But," interrupted Eleanor, "instead of saying to you what actually happened on that Friday… I have a better idea. How about we make new memories today?" Eleanor passed some moments in silence after that. Amelia tried to say something, but she was speechless. She looked at her mom with wide eyes, unable to find words to properly answer her. So, instead, Eleanor continued, "I won't say what I did Friday was right, since I took advantage of you when you were drunk. So please, don't go drunk on me tonight. I don't want you to forget this, and I want you to have the right mind to stop me if I ever push the limits too much. Your limits, that is."

Because regular limits were already broken way, way too long ago during this week, she thought. And, for tonight, I'll just roll with it.

Eleanor waited for an answer but Amelia was a little dizzy after all of these words. Her words, their meaning, she was processing everything while still holding her glass of wine. This time, Eleanor took her time and let Amelia recover. She wouldn't push her luck, or push Amelia and pressure her into an answer.

"O- okay," eventually Amelia answered her question, and she gave her mother a confident smile to confirm her decision.

Eleanor smiled and nodded, raising her glass of wine towards Amelia and simply holding it there. "So, darling, can we continue our little game?" she asked.

"Yeah…!" Amelia got excited, as her smile got brighter, realizing what that meant for both of them, "Can we?! Yeah!" she answered more energetically.

"Then…" Eleanor smiled and clinked together the glasses, " cin cin ," she said, looking at her daughter's eyes.

" Cin cin …" answered Amelia with a little hesitation, not looking at her mother's eyes. It was the first time she ever toasted with anyone, so she was a little lost.

Before Amelia could drink, however, Eleanor hooked her right arm around Amelia's, slowly, so as to not scare her. Amelia looked at her mom, not understanding what she was doing. Eleanor only nodded and slowly demonstrated that she was supposed to drink like this. It was a little awkward because of their slight height difference, but it was doable.

"I've never seen you do that at the parties," Amelia said, smiling nervously.

"Yeah, because you don't do that at parties," Eleanor offered a half smile, "That's a little more… intimate."

"Oh…" smiled Amelia, nervously. She looked at her mother in a shy manner as she understood what she meant to say and she smiled harder.

Eleanor put some relaxing music on, and they both smiled as they sat down on the table. The dinner was nothing much, but it seemed at least twice as special because of this event. They enjoyed the music and each other's companies as they held a pleasant talk about whatever came to mind. They discussed trivial topics from the storm to whatever funny thing Amelia had seen on the internet lately.

Sometimes a little bit of skinship would happen. A quick touch that sent sparks flying in Amelia's body, or made Eleanor smile slightly. Amelia wanted to hold hands with her mother, but her heart was already pumping so quickly from the soothing tone of voice they were using while talking to each other. The way Eleanor was looking at her, she never felt this kind of look before. It made her chest constricted, but not in a bad way, it was in a way that she didn't want to stop, ever.

Why do I feel this with my own mother, of all people? Is this supposed to be normal? Amelia thought, as she finished eating her dinner, cleaning her mouth with her napkin.

Even after they finished dinner, Amelia and Eleanor didn't stop talking for a while. Eleanor discussed a bit about her work to her daughter, making sure she was avoiding all the more boring topics. Even so, she was expecting her daughter to lose interest quite quickly on the topic. However, to her surprise, she was still enraptured in it, paying attention to every word.

"… and basically this is why our market share will grow at least 20%, and, in our case, will raise our stock market greatly," said Eleanor, fiddling with her fork on the plate.

"That's… good, right?" Amelia asked.

"Oh, yeah, it is fantastic news for us, sweetheart," Eleanor smiled, leaning on the table a bit more to get closer to Amelia.

"Gods, you're so smart…" whispered Amelia, looking away as she felt her cheeks get warmer.

"I'm not… I still have much to learn, and I'm learning new things every day. But I still have a long way to go."

"Mom, you raised me and Kate alone…"

Eleanor sighed a bit, looking downwards, "Not really alone. Mother really helped me out, and she provided for us a lot while I was still learning the ropes. She even paid half your college fees," she smiled ruefully.

"Wow," Amelia said, honestly impressed. She had no idea her grandmother was such a benefactor, despite everything she heard of her recently.

"Anyway," chuckled Eleanor, bringing this topic back to her light talk, "I am the one providing for Kate, and soon I will have enough to pay for her second year in a good college."

"That's a lot already!" Amelia cheered as she looked at her mother directly. She was all smiles to her, as she thought about how her mother must have struggled alone for so long to scrap all of this money just for their sake. "Like, what the fuck, two years! That has to be so much money! And Kate is just 8, still!"

"Thank you, sweetie. I… appreciate it." Eleanor smiled and accompanied Amelia in her joy. "And… also thanks for saying I'm smart," she snickered a bit, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm usually confident when it comes to my body, but… my brain is a little…"

"You are smart. Look, I struggle with high school shit and you do all sorts of stuff in your job that I don't even get. Actually, aren't you like a doctor?! " Amelia laughed. "And you manage all of our money and still are able to have so much to do all sorts of shit," Amelia thinks of her fat allowance every month and Kate's college. But she was sure she didn't have the whole picture, and Eleanor is paying for much more stuff than just regular bills every month and she has no idea.

"Oh, please!" Eleanor smiled brightly as her face flushed with that praise. She just had realized that it has been a while since she was praised for her everyday efforts like that, aside from the usual congratulatory pat on the back she received from her coworkers every now and then.

Eleanor decided to wash her throat with the rest of her wine and then she smiled brightly at Amelia, who seemed to have finished her own dinner too. She had a little bit of wine still on her glass, but Amelia looked a little flushed on the face, so she was probably remedying her consumption, just like Eleanor had asked her to do, which made her so proud of her daughter.

Eleanor smiled and cleaned her mouth with a napkin, "Sweetie, thanks for this dinner. It's been a while since I don't just… talk to anyone who isn't Debbra. You know, without putting up a mask or trying to be the best me I can. And Debbra is complicated. I've talked so much with her already that I'm a bit ashamed to dump everything on her. We're not as close as we once were, and — "

But she was interrupted by her cellphone. It was vibrating on the table, with a video call notification. The sound disrupted the entire ambience, the calm song, the pleasant mood, it was like a rude knocking that brought everyone back to its place. Usually Eleanor didn't answer calls during dinner, but in the middle of a snow-in, it could be important.

"Could it be Debbra?" She took a peek at the screen. The name was plain and clear as soon as she tilted the screen towards her direction. However, Debbra Bloomberg wasn't the name on the screen.

Meryl Whitfield .

Immediately Eleanor's heart froze for a second, as reality slapped her back even harder. She took a dry gulp unconsciously as her face ashened a little as fear filled her stomach. Amelia looked at her mother's reaction, the angle making it impossible for her to see who was calling her. "Mom, who is it?" she asked, instead, intrigued by her mother's reaction.

"It's your grandmother," she quickly answered, her mind too busy thinking multiple things at the same time. She had to answer; she couldn't answer right there; she had to move; the dishes were still on the table; she had to clean the dishes; she couldn't leave her mother waiting… "I- I'll have to take this," she managed to say, at last.

Amelia quickly nodded, then she glanced at the table with her eyes, quickly, realizing what was stopping her mother. "I- I clean the dishes, don't worry," Amelia offered, as she smiled at her mother, trying to comfort her, trying to say everything was alright.

Eleanor smiled at her daugher, relief filling her being as she quickly left the table with her phone in hands, looking for a better place to at least answer the call. Reality was setting on Eleanor as she thought about this night, what she was doing with Amelia just now; the feelings she was having towards her daughter. I have to hide all of that, immediately , she thought.

When Eleanor arrived in the living room she picked up the call, afraid her mother wouldn't be patient enough to wait until she was in her own room. She had only time to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears as she looked at the phone's screen. She coughed a bit and hoped it wasn't too apparent that she had a little more alcohol that she should that day, and she answered the call.

Quickly, Eleanor's phone screen was filled with the image of an older woman with grey hair tightly pulled into a bun, deep sharp green eyes that were surprisingly bright for her age, luscious full lips that were crimson red. It was an image of power, lethal beauty, of total control. It was the image her mother had since Eleanor was just a kid.

"M- mother…" Eleanor said first, trying a smile, hoping it didn't show her nervousness to her.

Meryl looked at the screen, analyzing her daughter as she stared down at her face and where she was in the house. Quickly she noticed Eleanor was in the living room, alone. She waited a moment before she started talking.

"Good evening," she said, her voice carrying weight and purpose, "Did I interrupt something? You look awfully nervous."

Eleanor chest constricted, if only for a second. She looked at her mother and smiled as she tried to sound normal. "You did not, mother. I have just finished dinner with Amelia, she is washing the dishes as we speak."

Meryl's eyes went slightly ajar, " Is she …? I'm pleasantly surprised." Meryl pursed her lips a little as she took this information in. "I guess she's taking after her unknown mother, since you've never helped in our house."

"Mother, with all respect, our house was always busy with different maids, either day or night," Eleanor spoke, trying to not let out a hostile tone of voice.

"Yes, yes… the same excuses," her mother said, dismissively, which upsetted Eleanor, but she had to contain it. Meryl wetted her lipstick-glossed lips and looked at Eleanor with a soft sigh. "Anyway. Take this conversation upstairs. I'll wait."

Eleanor's heart sank. She couldn't do anything but obey. She toughed it up, feeling glad Amelia had lightened her mood in the last few days. Even now, Meryl wasn't suggesting to take it upstairs. It was an order .

"Yes, mother. Thank you for your patience, mother," was the proper response she had to give Meryl.

"And please change your clothes. How could you answer your mother while dressing in such an indolent way?"

"I- I am so sorry , mother. Please, forgive my rudeness," Eleanor immediately turned the camera off, redness overtaking her face, neck and ears as she felt shameful for the way she presented herself. She had completely forgotten she was wearing only a robe the whole day.

Oh, God… she thought instead of saying out loud, since the microphone was still active. Regretfully, and as quickly as she could, she moved from the living room towards her master bedroom.

(…)

After a long while, Eleanor finally walked down the stairs now wearing a simple blue sweater and high-rise light jeans. Eleanor almost absent-mindedly looked around, only to see Amelia on the couch.

When Amelia noticed her mother, she quickly realized something was going on with her. Amelia could see that her mother was looking too thoughtful, and by the way her eyebrows were arched, Amelia asserted that she seemed to be worried about something. That being the case or not, it was enough to get Amelia off the couch. She quickly approached her mother, who was still in the living room's entrance.

"Mom, what happened? Did she say something?" Amelia came to her aid, even if it wasn't necessary. She wanted to support her.

"Nothing, darling… just…" Eleanor sighed, and she looked straight into her daughter's face before she smiled warmly at her. Eleanor could see worry in her eyes.

"Mom, don't hide it from me," pleaded Amelia, "Please," unconsciously, Amelia reached a hand and touched her mother's left arm, looking up at her with the same worried face.

"I'm not, I swear. It's just business stuff," Eleanor couldn't take it anymore. She was feeling too fragile and ragged from talking to her mother. She needed support, and now her daughter was there, so sweet, amazing, and caring. She couldn't help herself and leaned against her, hugging her tightly.

Amelia didn't waste time to hug her mother back with the same intensity. Something that she was trying to hold back, since she didn't know if her mother wanted one, but now she was leaning against her with all her might. In that hug, it was like balance was being restored. The mood that was broken by the phone's vibration, the unexpected call, the name that dropped from the sky, was now restored.

Eleanor could relax and feel her daughter's body so close, giving her the support she needed. Once again, she didn't need to feel horrible and bad for having weird thoughts about this night. Once again that night was back to what seemed normal, and everything she did with Amelia until this point started to feel right again.

Eleanor wanted to rely on this feeling, just for tonight. She didn't want it to end. And neither did Amelia. To both of them, that moment was pure magic. Something that couldn't be recreated. That night was something out of fiction. The things shared and spoken reflected on them personally, made them realize that these feelings were strong, even if wrong and twisted. They both knew it was wrong, they both knew it was weird, but they were ignoring this feeling, because their heart, their bodies, they were tailoring another story.

And this hug was the clear example of this. The way Amelia quickly hooked her arm around her mother's neck. The way Eleanor was holding Amelia's hips and gluing their bodies together, bringing their faces so close.

"Let me tell you," snickered Eleanor, speaking in a very low and husky tone of voice "Your grandmother has to be psychic. Why did she call tonight? It's like she wanted to interrupt us."

"Well… too bad for her. She can't," answered Amelia, whispering in the same way her mother was, "This night is ours, with our memories. Ours ."

"Yeah…" whispered Eleanor, smiling, as she approached her daughter's face so close, mere millimeters away. They could each feel their hot breaths on this cold night. Even better than clothes, their warmth was all they needed. "God… why does this feel so right?"

"I don't know…" she whispered back, running her arm upwards to her mother's neck and then cupping her face. "But I want this… I want you. It's all I can think about," Amelia confessed. Her chest was beating so fast she felt like it was going to escape her mouth. But it felt good. It was the best feeling she ever felt.

"Just for today…" Eleanor whispered, as she tried to convince herself. "Just for today, right?"

"Y- yeah," nodded Amelia, quickly. "Today… just today…!" Amelia carressed her mother's face as she repeated it. She was already breathing hard, and her pussy was showing signs of being wet. And also, she could feel her mother's bulge pressed against her belly.

They were both panting and looking so closely into each other's eyes. Desire overtaking them as they glanced deep inside their eyes, as if trying to strip each other bare, emotionally and physically. Internally, a furious storm of emotions and wild feelings were raging endlessly inside of them.

Externally, Eleanor had pushed Amelia away.

"I…" Eleanor started, breathing hard. She looked down at Amelia with sorrowful eyes, like a dog that knew did something wrong. "I have to… I have to call Kate… first."

Amelia could barely believe that her mother did this right at that moment. Kate? Right now? Is Kate going to stay between us ev— but before she could finish this thought, Eleanor continued.

"Meanwhile…" Eleanor said, smiling, and looking intensely at Amelia. "If you want to continue this… You should take a long bath, and dress yourself only in your fanciest underwear. You understand?" Eleanor smiled sultrily, eyeing her daughter up and down, already stripping her out of her clothes and imagining the end-product.

"Yes…" Amelia just looked at her mother, forgetting her other thoughts, and focusing on how Eleanor seemed to be looking at her. Her eyes, her lust. Everything was plenty obvious, and her body trembled in excitement at being showered by her mother's intentions. "And then…?"

"And then… present yourself in my room in 2 hours. I'll be waiting for you there, ready."

Eleanor smiled and bit her lower lip as she looked at her daughter's crotch for a second, remembering how sexy and beautiful her pussy was, her entire body was. She barely contained her sexual desire, her shaft going extremely hard and twitching, completely restrained against her high-rise jeans. She then shook her head slightly and fished her phone out of her pocket as she turned around and went upstairs again.

Amelia was left on the living room entrance. She looked at her mother swaying her hips, her huge, heart shaped juicy ass constrained against the limits of the fabric, fighting a hopeless battle that only made her visage sexier. The way Eleanor filled those jeans made Amelia lose her mind the more she looked at it, and she could swear she was seeing the outline of her panties.

After a moment Amelia thought about what her mother had said to her. She had to decide what she wanted to do. Eleanor gave her the opportunity to deny this, and it was probably the last chance she would have to do so. Tonight, both of them drank, but neither was drunk. They couldn't blame bad decisions and lack of judgement as the culprit. Tonight they had to make the decision to go on or not with whatever they were doing.

By the way mom spoke, she already made her decision. Now it is up to me. If I show up in mom's room in 2 hours, we'll progress whatever thing is going on right now. If I do not… then this thing between us will probably die unresolved, forever.

"Just for today…" Amelia said, as if to remind herself. She looked upwards up the stairs, looking at what seemed to be a pretty relevant moment in her life. Maybe the most relevant, depending how she chooses it.

Will I ever take this memory out of my brain, if I do sleep with my mother tonight? What if we go all the way? Mom will be my first sexual partner!

Amelia went upstairs as she thought about all of this business. A part of her wanted to discuss this with Eve, but what would she tell her? There's no way she's telling the truth, and there's no lies to avoid an awkward conversation about how they met this stranger futa woman. So, Eve was out of the question.

She could rely on the anonymity of the internet. However, is trusting in the internet to make or help her in such a big decision in her life really wise? No, of course not.

"Does it have to be so complicated?" Amelia looked at her ceiling, lying in a big fluffy bean bag inside her room. "She is a woman, she is futa so she has a dick… she has everything that I find sexually attractive in someone. She's also older, gorgeous despite her age, smart… but she is my literal mother ," sighed Amelia as she chuckled. "But, also but…

"She takes so much care of me, she gives everything that I ever wanted. She complained a lot recently… but she never lashed out. She never hit me. She never told me I was a failure… in fact, she said she was proud of me. She… sacrificed her old life for my sake; for our future. She works herself to the bone and never complained to anyone, in 16 years. She's not complaining about her own decisions now, even though she feels exhausted."

Amelia sighed, closing her eyes slightly.

"She is a hell of a woman. A woman that I now respect more than anything. More than my favorite artist, my favorite writer. Eleanor is becoming my favorite person," she finished saying. "She is my mother, but… she's more than my mother…"

Notes:

Next release: Next weekend! On Sunday!

Thanks for all the love.

Chapter 10: Memories of a Flimsy Present (2)

Summary:

After their decision, there's basically nothing standing in the way of their feelings for each other. At least for tonight.

Notes:

HERE IT IS! The moment you've been all waiting for, you little-- horny you!

No, no, I'm not shaming you at all. So, are you ready for it?! *drum rolls*

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Amelia looks at herself in the mirror as she finishes applying her makeup by putting her glossy black lipstick on her shapely lips. She had focused on getting herself as sexy as she could, by putting mascara, eyeshadows and eyeliners, anything that she could think about that would make her eyes pop and made her look sexy, not forgetting to draw attention to her bow-lipped mouth as she tried to make them look fuller than they were.

Eleanor had so deep and full lips Amelia always wanted to have - and she still has hopes! - but for now all she had to show was this, and it had to do.

Amelia took a deep breath as she guarded her things and then looked at herself in the mirror. She wished she had better, sexy, clothes. However her set of bralette and thong was snuggly tight on her body and showed the nice aspects of her figure. Her nice tits, her lean but still curvaceous torso and her beautiful legs and hips. And she had coupled them with some nice accessories, like her pretty earrings, and at the last minute she had remembered about her cotton knee-high socks she barely ever used. She also decided, after much deliberation, to let her hair loose for this.

She looked at herself in the eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready. In fact, she was already excited. A little nervous, yes, but excited.

She was sober enough to know what she was doing, and she won't forget this the other day either, she imagined. She took another deep breath as she tried to empty her mind from needless thoughts.

This is now, and this is going to be awesome. I'm going to have… so much fun. And mom will look extremely sexy, I bet. I… I hope I'm sexy enough-- No! No! I am sexy enough. Mom said I was sexy, already. Everything is fine.

Amelia smiled to herself and with her heart beating faster than usual, she put on her confident face before leaving her room.

The walk to her mother's room was longer than she imagined. Her mother apparently had finished her daily talk with Kate, since the house seemed dark downstairs. Only the hallways were lit, as she crossed it, trying not to think about what was about to happen. Amelia looked around the hallways as she walked down, looking at the same things it always had and that was always there; anything to keep her distracted.

It didn't take more or less time to reach her mother's room, but it felt like minutes of walking. Now she was looking at the same door painted white. Her mother's door usually stayed open to everything. Like she always says " there's no closed doors in this house ". But Amelia this week saw her door closed twice. Maybe after this week this house rule will have to change , Amelia thought, as she smiled to herself. The timeframe was right, this was about 2 hours after that moment, so there was no point in postponing it.

Amelia readied herself to what could possibly happen when she knocked the door, and then did it. With three decided knocks on the door, Amelia had passed the threshold to whatever was waiting on the other line of this relationship. As she was waiting, she realized she should appear sexy when her mother opened the door.

She thought about all of her futa porn videos and how all the women in them looked sexy and pretty for their futa lovers, all dolled up, but she was now too nervous and didn't have enough time to think something up.

The door opened, and Amelia realized how futile her efforts would be if she had time to decide on something. Because, in front of her, laid the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.

Who is this… ? was everything that Amelia could think about, her mouth agape. She was looking up at a tall woman, curvaceously chubby, with short wavy red hair, dressed in a transparent patterned sheer baby doll, complete with matching brassiere and a boyshorts. She was also using long heels and garter belts with sultry thigh highs.

Obviously, it was Eleanor at the door, but there was so much more than Eleanor there. No, it was a completely different woman than her mother. The way she was dressed, the makeup that completely changed her style and persona. What was in front of her wasn't her mother, it was someone Amelia never saw before. Immediately, Amelia got lost in her mother's green jade eyes, her fully glossy red lips that looked shiny and ready to give everything that she truly desired and more. Every curve, every part of her mother was completely filled with a realm of maturity that made Amelia's chest beat faster, pump like crazy.

Not only that, even her posing, the way she was leaning on the door, the sultry smile she had, the half-lidded eyes that was clearly analyzing what she was seeing in front of her as she welcomed her at the same time. Her hand on her hips, her crossed legs, her arms leaning against the doorframe… Amelia was totally lost in everything, and completely trapped at that moment.

"Fuck…" Amelia let thoughts slip from her mind as she completely lost.

"Good evening to you, too…" chuckled Eleanor, as she opened more of her door, letting the R playing in the background travel to Amelia's ears. "You look wonderful tonight, Amelia."

"I… What?" Amelia focused as she noticed Eleanor was actually saying something. Eleanor smiled when she noticed that her daughter was too lost in her own little world, and because of her .

I do still more than got it, huh , thought Eleanor as she uncrossed her legs. "Come, sweetie, the night is still young" Eleanor held the door up as she offered an arm towards her.

Amelia absent-mindedly grabbed her hand and looked at her mother, not understanding much about what was going on now, since her mind was still tilted by how wonderfully amazing her mother looked.

Eleanor guided Amelia inside the master bedroom after closing the door. She guided her to the center of the room before she tightly grasped Amelia's hand. She got awfully close to her daughter, letting the soft song guide her and her movements. Eleanor could feel her daughter's eyes explore her body slowly as Eleanor started to fall into the rhythm of the song with her swaying hips.

"Mom…" whispered Amelia.

"Hm?" smiled Eleanor, as she looked down at her daughter, slowly moving her body closer to her as she started to dance for her daughter.

"You look so sexy right now…" Amelia confessed, blushing hard as her chest was bumping fast, her belly completely filled with butterflies. her body couldn't deny how excited she was, and how sexy her mother was. She was already turned on by this ambience, the song, her mother's movements, and they didn't even do anything yet.

"Thank you, sweetie…" Eleanor looked directly at her daughter's eyes as she stroked her hair slightly.

Eleanor decided to push her daughter softly, guiding her until they were on the bed. Eleanor smiled and pushed her into the mattress as Eleanor stepped away slightly, letting the song guide her body as she swayed her hips fro and to, side to side, moving her hands sultrily over her own body, as she looked deeply into her daughter.

Amelia was going crazy. She couldn't understand what she did to deserve such a heaven-sent vision. The soft song, her mother skillfully dancing for her using such sexy movements and clothes. And it looked like Amelia wasn't the only one getting excited, as she looked down at her mother's crotch, and saw a very welcoming bulge on her panties that seemed to grow slightly bigger after Amelia started to stare at it.

The song changed to a more upbeat and explicit one, and Eleanor smiled. She saw her daughter looking down at her, and she had this idea. She adjusted her clothes teasingly and then put one leg at her daughter's side, making Amelia inhale sharply.

Eleanor snickered as she started to rock her hips fro and to, shaking her hips teasingly as she put her crotch closer to her daughter's face. Amelia was looking at her mother's legs, but the moment she started to sway her crotch so close to face she immediately glued her eyes on her mother's loin. Eleanor let the song dictate how she moved, as she started to rub her hands over her legs and then crotch too, making Amelia salivate as she looked at the hard member close to her face.

"So you like the D…" Eleanor said, getting Amelia's attention. Eleanor smiled as she passed her hand over her bulge, making Amelia jump her attention again to her mother's crotch. "But I hope you admire the other parts of me, too…"

Eleanor smiled as she slowly turned around, putting more movements as she swayed her hips longingly. Amelia gasped as she noticed what her mother was implying and doing. Eleanor took advantage of the beat to start shaking it more fiercely, letting the song control how hard she should shake her perfect and oblong ass towards her face. It was kinda slow, so she took her fingers over her baby doll up, letting her big soft ass shake solely for her daughter.

"Because I love when women look at my big, fat ass…" said Eleanor, as she gyrated her bottom to Amelia sensually, making her globes go up and down when needed. "And I love to tease…" she continued, grabbing her panties and starting to pull it down, letting the fabric completely taut against her skin as she slowly exposed her bare ass, little by little.

" Fuck, mom…! " whispered Amelia. Eleanor smiled further as she suddenly pulled her panties back up, tightly, marking her ass cheeks with the fabric as she pushed the fabric limits to snuggly fit against her perfect soft ass.

Amelia almost grunted in displeasure as that visage was taken out of her. Amelia was melting in pleasure and breathing hard as she saw the way her mom moved and teased her. She was an expert at that… and Amelia thought for the briefest second that if Amelia was the one dancing she would act so awkward.

But she didn't have much time to think about this, since her mother was still there dancing for her, and Amelia didn't want to lose a millisecond of this show. Eleanor was looking at Amelia with the same sultry smile, melting Amelia like butter as she started to slowly move again. Eleanor's hands went up and started to slowly open her baby doll as she danced to the song.

Her mother stripped out of the baby doll and gave Amelia such a better vision of her body. Amelia was barely holding her shit together as she felt herself become wetter by the second. Her mother ran her fingers over her shoulders as she danced and once again stepped in closer.

"It's for things like this people tell me I'm a slut…" Eleanor smiled as she slowly climbed on her daughter's lap, still rocking her hips and moving her torso to draw her daughter's attention to her twin peaks, bobbing in front of her face. "But I don't care…" Eleanor put her tits so close to her daughter that Amelia could feel their warmth on her face. Amelia melted as she felt her mouth get wet, wishing she could bury her face on her mother's bosom. "I love to please and tease… I love to see the desire, this hunger… the way people want to taste me like candy."

Eleanor started to massage Amelia as she ran her hand all over her daughter's neck and shoulders, using the song as she started to give Amelia a lustful lapdance, shaking her ass on her daughter's crotch as Eleanor sighed and smiled, feeling her own lust take over her body as she teased Amelia's crotch with her butt and started to probe her daughter's belly with her bulge.

"Oh, fuck, mom…" whispered Amelia. Her hands couldn't contain themselves as they gave in to lust to travel her mother's body.

Her hands ran to Eleanor's legs first, and Amelia's body trembled with the warm touch of her mother caressing her skin, as it crawled upwards to Amelia's neck in a pleasurably tingly sensation.

After that, Amelia couldn't resist and ran her hands up, going for her mother's hips, feeling how she was gyrating it and waddling over her lap. Amelia was trying to pay attention to everything, but her mind was sizzling in pleasure and lust.

"I love this," whispered Eleanor as she closed in her daughter's face and smiled. She could feel her daughter's hot breath on her skin and the way she was looking at Eleanor. Eleanor moaned lustfully as she felt herself become harder. She couldn't resist anymore and closed the distance for good and glued their lips together.

It was like tender fire getting fueled and exploding into hot blazes. Eleanor felt happy and excited and she pressed her lips harder on her daughter. She moaned and pressed her whole body on her daughter, trying to connect her body fully to hers as she felt her lean lips glued to her as they kissed. Eleanor pulled her lips and glued them again, and again. Their lips met and parted and connected again viciously.

Amelia on her end was melting pleasurably. She loved the sensation of her mother's weight on top of hers. Her hips and ass moving on her lap sensuously. Amelia couldn't stand and grabbed, groped and squeezed her fat ass cheeks tightly as she moaned, feeling her mother continue to tease with her lips. Amelia opened her mouth and probed her mother's lips with her wet and hot tongue, and now it was time for Eleanor to moan.

Amelia was bold enough this time. She knew how her mother was feeling and it wasn't a mistake. She wanted to french kiss her mother.

Eleanor moaned and pushed her daughter down. She pressed tightly her lips on her after she accommodate her daughter's tongue inside her mouth, moaning and pressing their bodies together as Eleanor took charge of the kiss and started to slurp lewdly her daughter's tongue inside her mouth before she attacked back with her own, swirling them together in a even lewder dance. It felt so good that it was almost criminal. All the denying, the tension, the unfulfilled desire, everything made that kiss one thousand times better.

Eleanor gave herself to her daughter, she melted in pleasure as she gave everything she could to her own blood. Amelia was also doing the same, finally sober enough to remember this amazing feeling that dominated her, that made her legs weak and body shiver pleasurably.

Amelia slid her hands down on her mother, grabbing firmly her hips and sliding it towards her bottom before she grabbed her big and thick ass cheeks tightly, squeezing her mother's bottom as she felt her heavier body on top of her, all the curves and exuberance, the proportions. Eleanor was more than beautiful , thought Amelia, she's everything that I want .

They continued to kiss for minutes, exploring and slobbering their mouths shamelessly as they crossed that mind-barrier of mother and daughter for the second time in their life. Eleanor finally parted the kiss, panting heavily, but already peppering her daughter with little pecks on her whole face as she smiled down at her, watching how cute, adorable, and sexy her daughter was when she had so much lust and desire so obviously spreaded on her face.

Her mother then put her face across her daughter's neck and started to kiss her skin, spreading more kisses over her as she pushed Amelia down to her bed harder. Eleanor felt giddy as she had her daughter's body to explore. She felt so aroused that she could explode just from exploring her body. Trembling, Eleanor's hand started to cup her breasts, making Amelia gasp and moan.

When the initial shock vanished, Amelia also went on the offensive, taking her hands and cupping her mother's heavy breasts fiercely. Eleanor grunted with the foricity. It was the first time for Amelia; she never had touched breasts before in her life besides her own. But even though she was now touching one, it wasn't unimpeded. Her mother's brassiere was still there, cladding her breasts in a sexy way. She liked to see her bra, but she wanted to touch it raw.

Amelia voiced her desires, "I- I want to see them," she said, holding back her own lust and excitement. "I want to see your tits, mom," her pussy got wetter as she admitted.

Eleanor smiled down to her daughter. They moved to the center of the bed. Amelia laid on her back and Eleanor straddled her again. With a swift move the bra was unclasped and Eleanor looked down at Amelia, seeing how intense she was gazing at her mother's bosom. Amelia wanted it, and Eleanor would give it to her.

With a teasing smile, her heavy breasts fell due to gravity and then bounced up beautifully, seductively, like it was enticing Amelia to see how jiggly and soft they were. Amelia moaned unconsciously. How this pair of tits looked great in person. So much better than the nude Eleanor sent her earlier.

"Come and get them, sexy~" purred Eleanor, a seductress smile aimed at her daughter.

Amelia didn't waste any more time. She couldn't. She took a deep breath and didn't hesitate any further from her mother's breasts. She dived her hands in her flesh and filled her whole hands with it, and her whole body trembled. It felt so much better to touch another's. And her mother especially, it was so big and soft, it had so much flesh. Amelia's mouth watered with excitement. The supple skin, the perky nipples. She lost herself in that moment as she started to grope and play with her mother's tits.

Eleanor smiled and moaned at her daughter's ministrations. She felt herself tingle and tremble in the right spots as her daughter did what she wished with her tits. She made sure to moan positively and to encourage her little daughter every time she stroked and squeezed the right place.

"Hmm~ That's~ that's the spot mama likes, baby…" Eleanor cooed as she brought her breasts closer to her daughter's face.

Amelia didn't waste any time and put one of her mother's hefty peaks on her mouth, sucking a teat seductively; not like a baby, but this time like a lover. Eleanor bit her lower lip in pleasure as she felt her daughter's warm mouth wrap around her hard nipples.

"Fuck yes, baby! Just like that! Ohhh--! It's been so long!" Eleanor felt her face become warm and hot like a volcano as pleasure started to flood her body again.

Amelia smiled to herself, very happy that her touches were getting through her mother and making her moan for her. She didn't stop, the moans and encouragement fueling her desire to suck on her breasts and squeeze the other even harder.

"Yes… suck them, baby… suck my tits," Eleanor laid down on her side, and pushed Amelia to follow her, embracing her as Amelia laid close to her mother, doing as she wanted.

Amelia sucked her harder, toying with her hard nipples and swirling it with her tongue, pressing her hard blunt tip of her tongue and bullying her mother's nipples, making her mom moan. With her hands, Amelia continued her assault, getting restless and more horny as she squeezed roughly her mother's flesh, feeling up her whole big and soft tit and squeezing it until she was twisting her nipples.

"Yes, harder…!"

Amelia's hand got out of control, and in a sudden spike of sadism she relinquished her mother's left tit only to spank it sharply a second after, making it tremble and jiggle violently! " Ahh!" Eleanor moaned, sharply. It was a moan of pleasure and pain, but that excited both parties further.

With the slap, Eleanor's cock throbbed inside her panties strongly, squirming in pleasure. That level of stimuli was like hell and heaven, a river suddenly running on a desert. She couldn't handle such stimuli and her member spurted a hefty amount of precum inside her own briefs. Not to talk of her pussy, who already made sure to ruin her panties preemptively, not in a different state than Amelia herself.

"Yes… you little dirty…" Eleanor trailed off, a sudden realization that she had no idea if Amelia would like to be called dirty words, then she changed tactics, "… you love to suck my tits, huh?"

Amelia shamelessly detached herself from her mother's breasts with a loud POP sound and looked directly at her eyes before mumbling "Yes, I love it, mom."

Eleanor smiled, feeling her daughter's affection and lust, feeling love and sexual desire towards her daughter at the same time. It was very confusing, but also right. She mixed both feelings like paint and relied on her lust to continue her lewd debauchery.

"I love seeing you sucking my tits, but I'm so hard that it hurts, sweetie," confessed Eleanor, caressing her hard cock, that went untouched to that moment, through her boypants. "Can you ease your mother a little…?"

Amelia flushed, reality crashing on her as her lust-tinted vision diminished by the soft voice her mother used, in contrast to her dirty explicit words. Her tunnel vision got wider, and she once again realized she was lying in bed with her own mother. Her mother was now lying in her back as she pulled her boyshorts down, and something big and meaty sprung up —

Obviously, her massive, engorged cock.

Amelia wetted her own lips as her mouth watered again. For her, that piece of meat looked beautiful, gorgeous, dreamy. Immediately, her tunnel vision narrowed back, pointing exclusively to that big meaty dick in front of her.

"W- what do you want me to do, mom?" asked Amelia, getting up and slowly approaching her mother's throbbing penis.

"Use… use your mouth, darling…" her mom bashfully said, her face and neck red as she said every word, "Please my cock with your mouth…"

Oh, how much she thought about sucking her mother's dick in the past days. It was basically a constant thought. She even attempted to train it with her mother-sized dildo; and now it was time to do the real deal.

Amelia was too enticed to concentrate on anything beside the cock in front of her, so she didn't seduce her mother - and even if she did it wouldn't be as seductive as her mother - she only could think about fulfilling her mother's request to the best of her ability. So, she crawled closer to her mother's hot, already throbbing member and again wetted her lips with her tongue. She was pointing her butt to Eleanor's side, and her face was mere inches from her mother's dick.

She grabbed hold of Eleanor's dick firmly, already trembling. It is so much different than my dildo already… so much, much better than it , she thought. The sheer touch, feeling and smell of it made Amelia eyes hazed in lust. It was a real cock, hard, right in front of her. Of course, it wasn't her first time seeing her mother up close, but she was too drunk to remember it. But now…?

One hand stroked up to her mother's crown as the other was kept on her base. The sudden stroke made Eleanor moan slightly. Eleanor clenched her fists around the mattress pleasurably as she denied herself to even think about cumming before her daughter did anything , Oh but she wished, she was crawling the walls wishing it.

Amelia, however, was getting lost in her own little world. A world centered in a single point, a throbbing, meaty, delicious, pole of cock. She knew she couldn't deepthroat it already so she didn't attempt it. Instead she kissed it.

She kissed it and smeared the rest of her dark lipstick around her mother's beautiful member. The other smears were all over her mother's right tit and face, and now all around her throbbing member that was clearly delighted to be kissed and teased by her hands.

Amelia couldn't get any wetter. She was already a mess of horniness, and sexual desire. She wanted to throw herself at this pleasure and just indulge in it, and she did exactly that. Her mother asked for her to please her with her mouth, but the one pleased and delighted right now was Amelia, who eagerly was wrapping and slobbering her mother's member with saliva and hot kisses, alrhoufh nervously, as she swirled her warm tongue all around it.

"God… your mouth is just… too good…!" Eleanor squirmed in pleasure as her cock throbbed and spasmed. Her daughter had a velvety tongue that wrapped around her and licked her cock like nothing she could experience in the last 9 years. "Have you been training?" A sharp moan escaped her mouth soon after, stars in her head, pleasure making her dick throb and squirm even under the amateur show given by Amelia.

Eleanor didn't want to just lie there and take it like a virgin. She was an unmatched bitch in her youth, so she had to act like it. Even under the ministrations of her daughter, who now decided to start licking her mother's cock tip pleasurably, Eleanor decided to get even and she slapped her daughter's bubbly ass, perfectly framed in a sexy thong.

"Ah!!" Sharply moaned Amelia, caught by surprise when she was too distracted sucking her mother's dick. "Mom!!" she said, indignantly surprised by her mother's unnanounced slap, but also turned on by it.

"I was just wondering…" mumbled Eleanor, regaining her stamina after her daughter stopped licking her so diligently. "If I hit you in your cute butt if you'd start sucking my cock still in this year…"

Her daughter scoffed at that, eyebrows arched with a half smile. Her mother shot a smile back, defiantly and she slapped her cute butt again, making it bounce. Her daughter's face melted in surprise pleasure as she was hit and Eleanor chuckled.

"Let me just…" Eleanor said, hooking a finger on her daughter's thong and pulling it down, revealing her smooth bare ass and crotch. This was the first time Eleanor saw her daughter's pussy in this angle, and seeing it so close from her with her eyes was better than a picture. "Hmmm… you look drenched already."

Amelia got shy when she was stripped of her panties, but her tension eases up when she hears her mother's appreciative words. Then, Amelia's bottom quivered and trembled when two fingers started to rub her drenched slit. Amelia couldn't help but moan pleasurably, feeling for the first time the sensation of someone else's digits on her intimacy.

Eleanor could feel her daughter's warmth even before touching her crotch. Her daughter was truly enjoying this experience, which made Eleanor so much excited and relieved. This was happening, and was consensual sex.

"This pussy looks absolutely delicious, sexy…" Eleanor teased, going for her daughter's clit and making Amelia tremble in newfound pleasure. It's been ages since Eleanor saw a pussy for real, and her mouth watered as her brain ran wild. Her cock throbbed in anticipation, wanting to sheath herself deep inside her slit, but she also had different ideas. "Why don't you sit on mommy's face for a second? Let me show you how you use your mouth to pleasure someone…"

Amelia blushed hard at the proposition. She looked at her mom and saw her slightly smeared face as she smiled lustily at her daughter. Amelia moaned unconsciously as a finger probed her clit and made her tremble. Her pussy quivered and desired more stimulation. She only gave her mother's beautiful prick a long and last kiss on the tip before she did as her mother told her.

Amelia this time was the one straddling her mother, after she discarded the thong completely. She was nervous, but the smile on her mother's lips reassured her that everything was fine. She then got to concentrate better on the task… that was just sitting on her mother's face.

"C'mon, Amelia… facing me, please," her mother said, grabbing her daughter's hand to guide her. "I mean, if you want to , of course."

"I- I want this… I so want this," eagerly answered Amelia as she really got close to her mother's face with her crotch.

"There's no subtle way of saying this, sexy… just ride on my face," Eleanor teased, now being able to reach her daughter's hips; the smell of her excitement was clear and made Eleanor drunk in lust, her eyes dilating in arousal as her breath quicked.

Amelia took a deep breath and got a hold of her mother's face before she gulped, lowering her crotch on her mother's mouth. Suddenly, her whole body trembled in pleasure when she felt the warm and tender lips of her mother touching her vulva, and then felt her lips opening and a very hot touch ran across her skin, making Amelia shiver and moan in pleasure.

"Oh, fuuuck~!" Moaned Amelia, feeling her mother already caressing her pussy lips carefully, kissing them and licking them tenderly, teasing her clitoris softly. "Oh~ F- Fuck…" gasped Amelia.

She felt hands grabbing her asscheeks and she unconsciously thrusted her pussy on her mother's mouth as she melted further in pleasure. Eleanor moaned in approvement as her nose and whole mouth got buried under her daughter's pussy.

Eleanor caressed her daughter's asscheeks slowly, squeezing them in passion as she breathed, panted, and worshipped the pussy in her mouth. She darted her hot tongue all over her daughter's slit. Amelia was voicing her pleasure in cute moans that made Eleanor heart throb affectionately, which really confused her.

This sex was different in many ways for her, and she doesn't have the time to figure it out why exacly, she just wanted to hear more of her daughter's mewls of pleasure.

Eleanor kept licking and slithering her tongue over her sex. Amelia was quivering and melting slowly, "Aaah~~ shit~ like… like this, mom…!" Amelia encouraged, closing her eyes in pleasure and grabbing some of her red locks.

Eleanor smiled under her daughter's warm cunt and increased her tongue tempo, gripping her daughter under her legs and over, bringing her closer to her mouth. " Ahh—!" Amelia yelled a sharp moan of pleasure that made Eleanor feel completely warm inside, and encouraged her to continue teasing her daughter's clit mercilessly. Eleanor kept going happily, her cock throbbing, still completely rock hard.

How could I miss this fucking experience for so long… thought Amelia, as she leaned over her mother's head, her pussy and hips quivering in a complete mess. Her mother was seriously good at this… it was almost criminal. Eleanor's light and tender touches were driving Amelia crazy, fast. It's not even 5 minutes deep into it and she feels like cumming over and over.

Suddenly, her mother stopped, and Amelia breathed big gasps of sudden relief as the pleasure settled down for a second.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue, sexy?" Eleanor asked, almost like a purr.

Amelia took some deep breaths before she could answer properly. "Y- yes please…"

"Then… if you want to rub your clit on my nose, feel free, darling," Eleanor winked a bit before smiling and, again, burying her face entirely on her daughter's crotch.

Eleanor buried her tongue deep inside her daughter's pussy hole,finding her entrance and then starting to plunge her tongue deeper inside of it. Amelia moaned pleasurably. Her legs and waist quivered as Eleanor still had a tight grasp on her legs.

Amelia was breathing harder by the second as she felt her mother's tongue penetrate her, rubbing her in places that made her feel so great. It really felt better than a finger, and she didn't know why. It also wasn't just her tongue, her lips were probing and teasing Amelia's pussy relentlessly. Eleanor was rusty, but she was quickly remembering how to properly please a woman.

"Ha… Ha… fuck…" Amelia moaned as the pleasure went back up quicker than she imagined it. Her body staggered forward as her hands quickly grabbed her mother's hair again for support.

Eleanor didn't stop licking her daughter, and was continuing her onslaught on her pussy, making Amelia quiver and moan louder and louder.

"Mom… your tongue… so good…" Amelia's voice was melting in pleasure as she was sweating profusely. Eleanor pushed her daughter further down on her mouth as she probed Amelia's sensitive spot, tasting her daughter's juices as she fucked her pussy orally. " Ahhh!!! " yelled Amelia, her eyes rolling back as her hip unconsciously humped forward, her clit then rubbing against Eleanor's nose. "Fuuuck!"–electricity ran down her body as her clit was stimulated–"Ahhh— I can't!"

Amelia noticed how good it felt to rub her clit on Eleanor's nose, just like she had told her, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Excitement and lust overtook her actions as Amelia hunched completely over her mother's face, humping her mother's nose and mouth widely as her hips bucked fiercely.

"Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" Amelia shouted as her hips didn't obey her, just wildly rubbing strongly against her mother's face without any care for how she was doing under her ass.

Little blasts of femcum hit Eleanor and she moaned profusely when she started to gulp it all down her mouth as she continued to probe and fuck her daughter, but slowing the tempo slightly. Amelia was still holding Eleanor's head and was rubbing her crotch all over her face, squirting her liquids.

"Shit…!!" Amelia said, her whole body tingling pleasurably at the sensation. Eleanor quickly changed her hands' grip to support her daughter by her torso, which body was going limp from the suden powerful orgasm she just had.

Some moments later, Amelia was sitting on her mother's belly, panting heavily, and Eleanor was licking her lips lustily, not believing that she managed to make her precious daughter cum so easily. There's no denying it was her first time, I suppose .

Eleanor managed to put her daughter down into the bed again and she quickly went to her side as well, caressing her face slowly as Amelia was still panting and moaning slightly. Eleanor chuckled.

"Was it that good, baby?"

"Fuck yess…!" moaned Amelia, her vision still fogged by the pleasure she was feeling, her tummy was light and she felt like she was floating. Eleanor chuckled a bit.

"Well, I'm going to take some water for us…" her mother said, before getting out of bed.

Amelia was still a little bit too dazed to stop her mother from going. She got herself more comfortable in bed, only seeing her mother going to her bathroom.

In that time, Amelia could get her breath back. She didn't know sex was so exhausting, and she was the only one receiving pleasure there… which presented to be a completely different vision that she had for this time. The clash between expectation and reality was enormous.

Soon enough, Eleanor was back with a glass of water. She herself already had some, so she was bringing one just for her daughter. When she sat on the bed she quickly ran a hand through her daughter's hair as she offered the glass to her.

Amelia had bullets of sweat on her forehead, even through the cold temperature. It was easy to dismiss in movies or porn, but she didn't think she would feel so exhausted from a little sex like this. God, she was just so… pleasantly exhausted. She sluggishly sat on the bed and thankfully took the glass of water from her mother's hand.

"Thanks," she said, her voice a bit weak.

Her mother was in a better spot, but still a little bit winded. It has been a pretty long while, but it looks like that the daily light exercises that Eleanor does was enough to take the harsher edge of exhaustion that she would feel.

Eleanor smiled at her daughter and decided that the song playing in the background was getting in the way, so she lowered the volume by a lot.

"How are you feeling?" Asked Eleanor as she got closer to her daughter. Amelia was still in bed and got herself a little more comfortable after drinking her cup of water. Eleanor got closer and put her arm around her little daughter, getting her closer to her. "How was it…? Fun?"

"Fun… yeah. Exhausting," and to that, Eleanor laughed a bit. She was still erect and ready to go if she wanted, but she didn't want to force her daughter's hand in the matter.

"Good. You know, you looked so goddamn sexy on top of me like that…" Eleanor sighed and whispered in her daughter's ear, making Amelia flush in shyness as also a bit of excitement.

"You… you looked sexy under me as well…" her daughter mustered the courage to say it, and Eleanor chuckled to it again.

"Hm, good to know…" Eleanor dipped her face around her daughter's neck and started to nibble it, making Amelia laugh a bit, feeling how ticklish it was.

Eleanor started to tease and probe her neck with her tongue, as well as kissing her flesh, giving it also little bites, that Amelia found endearing and sexy, as she got unconsciously closer to Eleanor, leaning into the pleasure and touches her mother delivered so well in her body.

"This is… nice," confessed Amelia, as she closed her eyes and smiled. Amelia felt her mother caress her back and shoulders, as she turned Amelia to face her. Amelia didn't fight it, and just answered her touches with some of her own, caressing her mother's neck and back of her head.

In some minutes, Amelia was in her mother's lap, straddling her and kissing her mother in her lips over and over, as Eleanor was caressing her daughter's hair while breathing harder, feeling her warm body close to her. Amelia didn't shy away from the piece she was probably more curious about… her mother's dick.

She was visibly stroking it, gripping her fingers and wrapping it strongly all around it. She made her mother moan and shiver around her fingers as she was busy kissing Amelia, and she loved that feeling of touching her mother like that, without any shame.

"You love my hands… right?" Amelia teased, as she passed her thumb over her urethra, making Eleanor shiver.

"Yes, baby. I love it," admitted Eleanor.

"I did this before. I already jerked you off… I've already made you cum all over my hands, haven't I?" Eleanor didn't say anything, and Amelia pursed her lips. She grabbed her mother's dick strongly and pulled it harder, making Eleanor moan. "Haven't I?"

"Y- yes…! Yes, you did. You made me cum all over your hands…!" Eleanor confessed, eyes closed and head bent backwards, feeling the pleasure of her daughter's ministrations course her body in waves.

Amelia released her mother's member and got closer to her, straddling her closer and gluing her bodies as she tasted her mother's mouth once again, forcing her head straight as she provoked her mother with a gleeful smile. Eleanor chuckled and swatted Amelia's ass once, making her release a sharp little moan of pain and pleasure she didn't know she was capable of.

"You need to be fifty times better if you want to dominate your mommy, sweetheart," teased Eleanor.

"Well, I just wanted a confession out of your lips, and it seems that I've got one," smiled Amelia to herself. She was still new and nervous, but… little by little she was getting the hang of how to be confident in grabbing and teasing her mother.

"You learn quickly, don't you?" Eleanor said, copying her daughter's smile. She couldn't resist the temptation of grabbing her daughter and pulling her even closer to her, really feeling her body and her temperature, her bare soft skin, her lean curves… she moaned again, Amelia just squeezed her dick one more time.

"I want to make you cum this time, Elle ," said Amelia, close to her mother's ears. "What do you prefer? My hands… my mouth…" Amelia continued, feeling her mother's dick in her hands react… but when she said the last part… "Or my pussy?" that was when her dick throbbed visibly, and Amelia's hands unconsciously stroked her cock, making Eleanor moan a bit. Amelia chuckled. "…looks like your dick is very sincere… your horny, horny mom…"

"I… Was that you offering it?" asked, hopefully, the redhead mother. She was pent-up from not having sex, and although she did have her couple share of orgasms, and even came from her daughter's handjob a couple of days ago, she wanted something more… velvety. A hot, throbbing pussy.

"I mean… if that's what you want," Eleanor continued, "I know that you… being here is already a lot of signs that you're okay with us… doing this , but…" Eleanor hesitated a bit, looking at her daughter, but just like her daughter said, her penis was very excited and honest.

"I'm fine with whatever you're fine with, mom. I'm more than confident about doing this with you…" she said, caressing, slowly, her mother's head. "Even… giving my virginity… to you."

Again, Eleanor's penis was the honest one. It throbbed, excitedly, by the precept of having her own daughter's first time.

"Have you been training with your… dildo?" Eleanor asked, feeling a little bit too excited with this turn of events.

"Mhm… getting it inside me sure is… a struggle… but it stretches me up so good… " Amelia whispered in her mother's ears, which made Eleanor shiver intensely.

"For a virgin you're so naughty. You sure take after me," Eleanor smiled, pulling her daughter close to give her a hot kiss across her neck, that made Amelia shiver as well. "Then lay down on the bed, because I'm going to lay you !"

"That's just a terrible pun!" snorted Amelia, as Eleanor put her to the side. Amelia positioned herself on the bed and Eleanor seemed to have business in the desk drawer for some seconds.

"You won't be laughing for long," said Eleanor as she shed light into a box of condoms, which was sealed.

"Oh," said Amelia. She had completely forgotten about condoms. Amelia became redder as she remembered such trivial things that had escaped her head. Meanwhile, her mother was opening a condom already, curiously she was a bit fidgety.

"Extra lubed. Although I have a feeling you don't need the help," Eleanor had a very big smug smile on her face, that made Amelia blush.

"H- how old are these?" Amelia asked.

"Not that old. But condoms can last for years as well, did you know?" Amelia was focusing only on her mother's member as she slid the rubber on herself. It fit tightly on Eleanor and her mother sighed when she was done.

Eleanor, truth be told, hated condoms. It was one of the only things Eleanor and Meryl had in common. Eleanor didn't know if her hate for preservatives was taught to her by her conservative mother or if it was a coincidence, but Eleanor remembers how her mother despises rubber. However, in this moment, wearing a condom in exchange for sex was a price she was glad to pay, especially with her daughter.

Eleanor now was in bed once again, climbing and laying on top of her daughter. Eleanor immediately pulled her daughter in for a kiss, barely containing her lust. Their bodies glued together. Even though they're the same height, Eleanor towered over her daughter's smaller frame completely, their breasts squishing each other's and her hard nipples rubbing their skin sensually as their tongues met and danced inside their mouths.

Moans of pleasure were exchanged by them as lust filled their chests. An imminent feeling of "this is really happening" was filling both of them. Eleanor's cock couldn't be any harder, or throbbing even more. Amelia's pussy was already dribbling and aching, clenching on nothing, her legs were spread and waiting.

Eleanor started to hunch her hips forwards, still kissing Amelia hotly – holding her daughter's legs open. Eleanor's heart was racing and she was panting, her rock hard member was guiding her movements.

"Fuck, I can't control myself any longer! I'm so sorry!" Eleanor broke the kiss so she could say this.

And then it happened.

That distinctive break of expectations. The moment when reality differs from imagination. A mother in her late thirties and an underage daughter losing her virginity. One would expect calm and compassion, love bubbling and exploding understanding melting into pleasurable, sweet love making.

The reality. Eleanor pushed her big cock as deeply as she could into her daughter's virgin pussy in one go. Amelia's moan of surprise, pain and pleasure only fueled whatever animalistic lust Eleanor was feeling right now. With a grunt, Eleanor grabbed her daughter's hips strongly. She laid on top of her daughter and, pushing as deeply as she could, as hard as she could thrust, she started fucking her daughter at intense speed from the start.

"Ah! Ah! Ha! Mooom!" mewled Amelia, her eyes wide and crossed, her face distorted in pain and pleasure as she was under the sudden attack of her mother. "Too rough! Ah! Calm down! Ah! Ah! Fuck! "

"Ah! Ahh! HAA! Your pussy feels great! Fuck!" Eleanor moaned in pleasure, red hot pleasure crawling her body for the first time in almost a decade. Eleanor was rutting her daughter as intensely as her body could move. The slapping sounds of her crotch hitting her daughter's ass echoed shamelessly with Eleanor's moans of pleasure. "Hnng! Aah! I can't! I can't! I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm letting out!"

Eleanor pinned her daughter down and pile-drived her tight ex virgin pussy as strongly as she could. In a last thrust, Eleanor put herself balls deep inside Amelia and that was the moment when her orgasm hit, prematurely.

"Hnnngg!!" Amelia let out, feeling her pussy being filled with the hot sensation of rubber expanding in quick succession! "Gods!" She could moan, through her confusion of pain and pleasure that assaulted her at the same time.

Before she could say anything else, Eleanor had lost all of her strength after her orgasm and she fell completely, breathing and sweating, putting all of her weight on top of her smaller daughter.

Crushed by her mother's heavy body, Amelia had no escape. Eleanor was panting hard, her hot breath hitting on her daughter's neck and ear as she was totally spent. "Huff… that was…" panted Eleanor with a tired smile. A completely happy smile. Eleanor didn't say anything and just hugged Amelia.

Amelia smiled and hugged her mom back. Now that the pleasure recessed, the soreness was taking place. Her mother was completely rough with her. Amelia was taken aback by everything. The sudden start, the roughness, the amazing pleasure and how abruptly it had ended as well.

"Give me five minutes…" Eleanor said, still panting as sweat dripped her body slowly. Eleanor's mind was still clouded in after-pleasure. "I'll… I'll make up for this… fuck…" Eleanor moved her head and kissed her daughter's cheek.

"Mom, it's fine… you already made me cum and everything… I'm glad that you… I'm very glad that you enjoyed my body so much…" and she wasn't lying. It was amazing to watch her mother bang her with such intensity.

The speed, technique, the strength, the sheer need her mother displayed, feeling such a huge cock penetrating her so quickly… it made Amelia so turned on that she would probably cum herself if it lasted for a bit longer. Honestly, Amelia was impressed by the show and how it felt. At that moment, she felt like the orgasm wasn't really necessary.

"I didn't, though?" chuckled Eleanor, getting her strength and lifting up and sitting straight, starting to pull her member out of her daughter's tight and wet pussy. "Not yet, anyway…"

The condom slipped out of her pussy completely full, a very clear pool of thick and white semen gathered at the tip of it, the condom still hanging by Eleanor's cock. Eleanor took it out and tied a knot on it.

"I was just… too excited for my first pussy in the last 9 years. I couldn't control myself. But now… now we can properly have fun."

Eleanor displayed a confident smile at her daughter, which made Amelia's heart skip a beat as she realized at that instant, her mother wasn't joking.

Notes:

I just want to thank all of you for your patience in the last chapters. I've been nothing but thrilled to see everyone's comments and reactions. I'd love to see each and everyone one of you to fall in love with my characters as much as I did. I've dedicated 2 years writing all of this (and the things you didn't see yet), so to see everyone enjoying themselves and reading it, some of you commenting about it every week, makes me really happy. Thank you, honestly.

I hope you're here for the rest of the ride too.

Chapter 11: Meryl Whitfield

Summary:

Eleanor and Meryl have a meeting.

Notes:

With this, we conclude ACT II.

Also, I want to give a friendly reminder that my story happens in an alternate version of Earth. Keep that in mind reading this chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Eleanor's room was dark. The usual morning light that would make its way through the window, shedding light on how messy the room was, wasn't present due to the storm. Because of that, the usual resident of this room, Eleanor, who was sprawled on the bed completely asleep, didn't even realize it was already morning.

So, instead, what sprung her awake was the strong vibration and annoying chime of her alarm, which was ringing in the room and interrupting her rest. Eleanor grumbled, irritated and still half asleep, as she moved her hand to her phone at the nightstand. She didn't want to move too much, so she used her muscle memory to locate and turn off the alarm. She didn't even look at her phone.

Eleanor sighed heavily and put her back to bed again. She slowly moved her thumb to scratch her eyes for a good half minute. She wanted to stay in bed. She wanted to sleep. She barely had any, she thought. She was tired, but at the same time Eleanor stretched herself over the bed with a big, big smile.

Just now, she was remembering the night prior. The moans of pleasure, the waves of climaxes and orgasms that shook her body and her partner's, Amelia. The way Eleanor was bucking her hips in passion, penetrating Amelia, who moaned and thralled, thrashing in pleasure as she felt her mother's rigid member penetrate her interior.

The sweat, their skins rubbing each other in countless positions as her daughter shook her hips back or mewled as her body was teased by her expert hands. She was proud. Her daughter didn't shy away at any point.

Eleanor smiled as she remembered when she put Amelia on her knees on the bed. Amelia was tired and sleepy, but so was Eleanor. Both of them didn't want to stop, however. "It's just for one night, so let's make the best of it." Both of them were horny and willing, even when that was the third orgasm of Eleanor already. Amelia wasn't counting hers, so she said.

Eleanor put Amelia against the headboard and she got closer, rubbing her member on her daughter's butcheeks, a brand new condom sheathing her cock. Eleanor fiddled with her cock for some time, struggling to find the entrance to her daughter's pussy. Amelia laughed.

"Are you sleeping over there, mom? Do you need help?" although she teased, she was clenching her teeth and waiting anxiously, her pussy released another batch of female juice in expectation.

"Shut up," Eleanor swatted her daughter's ass, making her moan a little. "I can find it just… fine! Ugh!" she said, finally finding a purchase and burying her member inside her daughter's wet snatch for the third time that night.

"Aaahh~!" moaned Amelia, feeling her body shiver in complete pleasure. By now, Amelia's hole accepted her mother's cock with more ease, making Eleanor easily insert more than half of her cock in one thrust.

"See?" Eleanor chuckled, feeling quite complacent. Eleanor kissed her daughter's back wetly and then rested her body on top of Amelia. She was tired, but still horny enough to start moving her hips absentmindedly.

"Ahh~ Haa!" Amelia started moaning as she felt her mother thrust her dick in and out again. She had to support herself up as the bed creaked loudly every time Eleanor's crotch slapped against Amelia's bubble ass.

Eleanor sped up her thrusts, fueled by her daughter's moans and hot pants, which made Eleanor let out more excited sounds of her own, as she went even more intense. Clumsily, Amelia tried to match her mother's movements, but it wasn't a perfect match. Even so, they both groaned in pleasure.

"Fuck! Ahh! Mom! Too intense!" she said, feeling her pussy complain. It was the third time, and she was a bit sore for the rough sex. Even so, she didn't feel like stopping at all, and she didn't want to tell her mother to do it either.

Hearing her daughter, however, Eleanor pulled her brake, but not before giving one last powerful thrust against her daughter's now red bubbly ass. Amelia let out a sharp cry of pleasure and the both of them stopped, panting heavily as they rested against the headboard.

"Huff… sorry… it just feels so good…!" Eleanor said, taking the opportunity to tease her daughter's nipples as they rest. Amelia moans in pleasure as her tits are played with. Her pussy clenched unconsciously, and Eleanor's cock throbbed, impatiently at it.

"It's fine… you can continue now…" Amelia panted, sweat slowly running down her face as she craved for the stimulus again.

"Are you sure…?" asked Eleanor.

"Yes…! Fuck me more!"

Eleanor couldn't contain herself when she heard the words. She hugged her daughter tightly and thrusted back her hips, making an effort to go slowly and passionately, until she heard Amelia cry "Harder!" and Eleanor just smiled, happily obliging her daughter, until they had their sweet and blissful orgasm.

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The memory made Eleanor's cock also wake up, and when it did, she noticed that her dick was still wrapped in a used condom, filled with cum. She smiled. She was so tired after the fourth round that she just fell asleep after taking her dick out of her daughter's inside.

And talking about her. Amelia was still sleeping, even through the alarm. She had her back to Eleanor, sleeping on her side. Eleanor shook her head, dismissing the thoughts of her naked daughter, and quickly removed her eyes of her asleep body.

She focused and took the condom out of her dick, instead, tying it properly. It was a good thing the condom didn't slip off her cock at night.

Only when Eleanor forced her body to stand up did she notice how sore she was. Her arms, her inner thighs and butt, especially her hips. She wondered if this result was the consequence of getting old or because it's been years since she had any sex, especially one so… cathartic and rough. Maybe a combination of both, she thought.

Even though she was sore, however, it wasn't as bad, so she didn't complain. However Amelia might have received the worst part of it. Smiling proudly of both, her daughter, and also her own virility - since she was able to keep going after three orgasms, only giving in after the fourth one.

Shaking her head over her silliness, she grabbed her phone in the nightstand. Looking at the clock, however, she paled.

It was almost 10 a.m. already!

Eleanor was absolutely floored. What was playing wasn't her usual alarm at all, it was the third backup alarm! A sense of mad urgency rushed down Eleanor.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I have a reunion with Mother!" she remembered.

Eleanor jogged to the bathroom where she grabbed her toothbrush, not wasting any more time. She quickly went through her daily routine, skipping everything but the essential. She couldn't skip makeup or combing her hair, for example. And also, she had to take a quick shower to rinse the sex smell and the dried sweat. She did everything as quickly as she could.

Even so, when she was done, her phone was already vibrating. A call. She couldn't, for the love of her life, let her mother find out that there was something – or rather someone – in her bedroom, so she had to pick up her phone and run to the hallway before she could pick up the call.

Why did her mother want to make an abrupt reunion at the beginning of the week? And what was up with her last night? The more Eleanor thought about it, the more nervous she got. Her mind couldn't help but remember yesterday's conversation.

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Eleanor locked herself in the master bedroom and quickly changed her robe for an easy to dress clothes that looked presentable, and as fast as she could. After changing, she went to the bedroom again and picked her cellphone, sitting on a desk she had in her room. She put the phone on a support she had and quickly passed a hand once and twice over the strands of hair over her face. She wetted her lipsticked lips and opened the camera.

Sitting on the side of the screen was Meryl, as elegant as she was before. Eleanor offered a smile, trying to mask the nervousness in her chest that seeing her mother so late, and at such timing, brought her.

"Good evening, mother," she started, "and thank you for your patience," Eleanor fiddled with her finger, interlocking them with each other and playing with her fake widow ring.

Meryl was silent for some seconds, only nodding. She ruffled with something off screen, some kind of paper, it appeared. Meryl's concentration was on it, instead of her daughter.

"I am the one who's sorry," said Meryl, making Eleanor purse her lips. "I'm calling at the worst moment possible, after all."

You don't need to tell me, Eleanor thought, as she was reminded of the absolutely pleasurable dinner she just finished, and how it was ruined and tossed aside by her mother.

"No need to apologize, it's always good hearing from you, mother," she lied. Of all the moments, that was the absolutely worst moment for her to show up.

Meryl smiled, and she forced herself to not do any other reaction. "I'm glad you're being polite, Eleanor," Meryl sighed. She was still looking downwards, but she rectified that at that moment, looking towards Eleanor. "But there's no need."

Eleanor didn't say anything, but she thought to herself. She found it weird. Her own mother was saying politeness wasn't necessary.

"I'll cut to the chase," she informely said, demonstrating she wasn't kidding. "You and I need to discuss some things. As soon as possible, might I add."

"Discuss? What do you mean? Right now?"

"No, no. Sorry. I meant tomorrow. I want to discuss some things with you, tomorrow," Meryl was incisive with the news.

"Why tomorrow? Can't we discuss this right now?" Eleanor asked, finding weird the urgency, but at the same time not understanding why her mother wanted to postpone it to tomorrow.

"Not right now. I can't," she said. And Eleanor didn't understand. Her mother wasn't one to say things like these. "Also, clean your whole agenda for tomorrow. Cancel it, or reschedule it. I don't care which. I'm doing the same thing right now."

"Wha- out of the blue? What happened?"

"Again, sorry. I know this is quite sudden. I wanted to talk about this with you personally, but the current situation makes it impossible. I am not conditioning myself to this weather either, not today nor tomorrow."

It is a good thing you didn't show up here uninvited! thought Eleanor.

"Then why not wait after the storm?"

"I didn't want to postpone until then… By how this is dragging, I'm afraid this silly storm is going to go for a while still. I don't want to wait for it."

Eleanor nodded. It was still a reasonable answer.

"Again, sorry," this was the third time, thought Eleanor. Meryl was busy with papers again and Eleanor was getting even more confused, "I will leave you to it, then. I'm sure you'll have to clean a lot of space for tomorrow, so you better start now. Have a good night…"–and Meryl stopped talking, looked at Eleanor again for a few seconds and Eleanor could see a faint smile on her mother–"My daughter."

Meryl raised her thumb to the screen, and just like that, the call was then finished. Astonished, Eleanor didn't know what to say, or even think. A talk, out of nowhere. Her mother wasn't one to schedule talks or reunions out of the blue. Eleanor was nervous.

But, she didn't have time to dwell on it. After all, she just remembered how many schedules she had to clean up. Although scheduling sudden meetings wasn't something her mother would do, it does feel on brand that her mother would drop work on her desk at the last minute.

Normally, Eleanor would find this okay; it kept her busy from thinking stupid shit like "I want to fuck my daughter", but today was an exception of the rule, after all.

Eleanor then realized what she just had thought. Today was an exception, huh? … Am I really gonna do this? I can't believe myself…

In any case, what proceeded after this thought was mostly Eleanor cleaning all of her schedule for Monday. By the end of it, of all the phone calls and emails, she was pretty exhausted, and 100% done with it. She just wanted to be in her daughter's company a little bit now, which was weird to admit.

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"Good… morning, mother!" Eleanor smiled, a big yellow smile on her lips as she was a bit winded from all the morning 'exercise' that was having to clean herself and dress in record time.

Once again, the image of Mery Whitfield fills the screen. Her beauty was clearly visible. Her gray yet smooth hair tightly pulled back and her make-up addressing her most feminine features. Her lips were beautifully coated in a very bright shade of red.

"Good morning…" she said, looking carefully at her daughter, "Again, you look awfully nervous. I thought I had told you to clean up your schedule for today, have I not?" a look of slight confusion was painted in her face as she looked downwards to what Eleanor assumed were papers.

"N- no, you did! You did, it's just…" Eleanor looked around at her office - the most private place in the house beside her master bedroom - trying to come up with a lie. "I just had a little bit of… difficulty, cancelling everything on time, t- that's all!"

"Oh…" realization came to Meryl. She herself was in her office, looking at papers she had previously fetched from yesterday's notes. She then looked back again to her screen, to her daughter's image, "Well… at least you managed it. You could've warned me earlier if that was the case… Who were the ones giving you trouble? I can talk to them myself so…"

"N- no need!" Eleanor said, hurriedly. She couldn't allow her mother to do such things, when it was such an obvious lie on her part. "I managed it, like you've said. There's no need for that right now, right?"

Meryl sighed a bit, and then she put her papers aside, "I guess not. What matters is that you are here," she said, before wetting her own lips. "How are you today, Eleanor?" she said, her eyes carefully watching her daughter.

"I'm… fine," Eleanor was caught a bit off-guard by the question. She wasn't expecting her mother to lead with it, so she didn't have a proper answer prepared. Having to face her mother just after what she had done was extremely difficult.

"Is that so?" said Meryl, "You do seem a bit less pale than usual… or is it make-up?" Eleanor was taken aback by the words, and she smiled a bit.

"No, mother, in fact I have very light make-up today," she said, "I, um… figured it wouldn't be a problem since it would be just the… two of us?" Eleanor tried this excuse for her hurriedness.

"Yes, it's just the two of us today," Meryl agreed. "Talking about that… I'll start the recording of today's meeting, okay?"

Eleanor wasn't surprised. It was a habit of Meryl in the last two years or so to record every meeting. 'It's good for the records if we have any trouble, and an added security' was Meryl's justification. Eleanor didn't complain about it, first because it made sense, and second because she couldn't, even if she wanted.

"Starting recording in 3, 2, 1… okay. This is the meeting only between me, chief executive officer Mery Whitfield and chief operating officer Eleanor Whitfield. The content of today's meeting is an off-season alignment of information."

Eleanor exhaled through her nose a bit. She was still nervous towards the content of this meeting, but… maybe it wasn't going to be so bad, thought Eleanor.

"Now, the contents of this meeting will be regarded as private and only the two of us will have access to this recording," continued Meryl, writing something down as she said.

… Or maybe it will , Eleanor thought, her heart started to race a bit in nervousness.

"Eleanor, can you remind me, when exactly have you joined us in the company?" Meryl asked, she was writing something still, not fully looking at her daughter.

"Um, it was about 15 years ago. It was some time after Amelia was born. It was… in May… I believe?"

"May… it's been a while, then," she said, still writing. "It's… been a lot."

"Yeah, I've been learning a lot during these years, with your and our employees' help… All of you took me kindly and gave me so many opportunities to grow. Especially you, mother. I have nothing but gratitude for the help and trust you have put into me," It wasn't completely true… but Eleanor isn't lying either. It isn't an exaggeration that Eleanor is there right now because her mother gave Eleanor such an opportunity.

"You're my daughter, of course I did," she said, matter of factly. It kinda made Eleanor feel grateful and at the same time a little annoyed that she put it as if it was basically nothing.

"You didn't have to, so I have to thank you…"

"And you have proven my trust. You've been making actions behind actions and quickly moved up the ranks in our company," Meryl looked at papers she had set aside, papers with her daughter's accomplishments over the years, on which she was looking at it off-screen. "Honestly, if you're in this position today, it was by your own merit. The only thing I gave you was the start position."

"Which is… a lot, considering," Eleanor said, a wry smile on her face as she looked at her mother.

"Yes. I know. We are fortunate to have those opportunities, which is why we have to make them count. Which you did. Now look at you… you're even getting your doctorate degree now, aren't you?"

"I already did, mother," Eleanor said.

"Oh?"

"It was about a year ago, remember? You were there for the graduation as well. Amelia didn't want to go because she said everyone there was boring," laughed Eleanor, and then she caught herself. "Sorry," she said, her face becoming hotter, but Meryl didn't even register her daughter's laughter.

"Oh, I see. It must've slipped my mind, for a second. Now that you've mentioned, I remember," she told her. Meryl looked at her daughter vacantly. "Where did you even put it? Your degree, I mean."

"It's right here!" Eleanor was caught off-guard by the question again. She was pointing towards her back, but the camera didn't show exactly the place. "Let me just…" Eleanor picked her phone and pointed at the wall, where the degree was. "See?" Eleanor held the phone in selfie mode, as she and the degree was in the picture,

"Oh, yes…!" Meryl smiled, and Eleanor paid attention to that smile. Her mother's face brightened slightly as she saw the degree. Meryl slightly supported her ankles on the table as she looked at it, until Eleanor pulled the camera towards herself again.

"See?" said Eleanor, snickering a bit. Now that she was thinking about it, she had never shown her mother where she had hung the degree.

"It looks good," Meryl said, quickly, and then she cleared her throat slightly, going back to her chair. Eleanor blinked some times, and also did the same. "Right… going back on topic. It's been a long time since you've joined us, and you've been making wonderful work. I don't think I need to review it with you, since you're the one who made most of the graphics, but…" Meryl went to her laptop and opened a slideshow. "Just for the sake of it, I wanted to review what we have so far with you. Do you think you can present the data to me?"

"Oh, dear," Eleanor said, when the first slide showed up. "Okay, mother. I see no problem with that."

Eleanor spent the time crunching the numbers and slides little by little, showing every project and action and the result of it when she had it. Eleanor went to the length of giving credits to the right departments when it was due and explained what they did in detail with eloquence, something that she had picked up from the decade she had to do presentation after presentation to both job and college time and time again.

"Wonderful," complimented Meryl when Eleanor finished it. Eleanor smiled. It wasn't uncommon to hear her mother praise her when it comes to professional achievements, but Eleanor always saw that as the usual pat in the back, you did it, kind of thing.

"Thanks, mother," she said, sighing a bit in relief. Just because she was used to it, doesn't make it completely stress-free. "Was that everything you wanted to discuss for today?" she asked. Hopefully her mother only wanted to do a mock-test of the town hall meeting by the end of the semester, which would make sense in her book, but…

"No, it wasn't the only reason we're doing this. In fact, I kinda tricked you right now."

"W… What do you mean?"

A pause was made between them, one on which no one said anything anymore. Meryl looked to her daughter without a word, and Eleanor did the same, not understanding the meaning of her mother's words, or why the silnce.

"I knew from the beginning that it was totally pointless. Reviewing all of this data, I mean."

"I… I mean. It's important to review our progress, but…" Eleanor was confused.

"Yes, it is. But why do it just the two of us? Why not call everyone and have a proper meeting?" and to that Eleanor had no answer. She was right. There was no point reviewing something the both of them already knew closely.

"Then…"

"Why do it? It just wanted to hear you do it, instead of me," she said. Eleanor didn't answer. She didn't know what to answer. "Eleanor, why do you think I put you so closely behind me when you became COO?"

"I… to supervise me? To see if I'm not messing up?" Eleanor believed whole-heartedly of this fact. In fact, it was the only answer she could think of. The only answer she was allowed to think. Her daughter, who didn't know anything about the craft when she joined the company, could mess up and make everything go to shambles. Eleanor was even more convinced of this opinion when she heard her mother laugh at her answer.

"Eleanor… you spent years learning how this company worked. You came from down low, and have knowledge on how our employees at the base of our company works. Also, you spent years studying and making degree after degree until you became a Doctor. You are Doctor Eleanor Whitfield, specialized in your field of work, done in less than 20 years, and yes, you don't have a lot of experience under your belt, but you compensate with your work." Eleanor's eyes went wide as she saw her mother's smile. "If there's someone who doesn't need supervision in my company, it's you."

"Then… why?" she asked. Eleanor, who's entire world just rattled, asked. "W- why look at everything I do, and why did you make me watch your job so closely?"

"Because I wanted you to learn what I do, silly," Eleanor was speechless. She didn't know what to say. "I can't say I'm shocked from you not realizing, you never understood my reasons."

"Mother, I…"

"No, that's okay. That's not the important thing right now," Meryl cut off her daughter. "I… do you know why I really made this meeting?"

"I… it can't be…" Eleanor said. She could see the pieces falling into place, but. She didn't want to believe it.

"I guess you already realized, huh? I want you to be the new CEO, Eleanor."

It was simple words, directly to the point. And at the same time, it was so difficult to understand. To accept it. Eleanor didn't want to comprehend what she just heard. It was just too…

"Mother, what?! You can't be serious, are you?" a pit just fell from Eleanor's stomach as she thought about the case.

"It won't happen immediately," she added, losing a bit of her patience by raising her voice. "I won't just disappear today and leave everything to you, or anything. I just…" she sighed. "Don't worry. I will assist you with the transition," she finished.

Eleanor's heart was racing. She didn't know what to do, her mind was all questions. "Why?! What happened?! Why now?!"

"Eleanor!" her mother once again raised her voice, silencing her daughter.

"I… I'm sorry, mother," reluctantly, Eleanor spoke. She wanted to be heard, "but I don't understand ," she said, desperately. "You're… you're retiring? Why now? You were always so stubborn about keeping working as the CEO! Why are you…! Why? What happened?"

"Eleanor… my daughter," Meryl smiled. That made Eleanor shut up. It was rare the moments when Meryl ever called Eleanor her daughter especifically. Yesterday was one of these days, which made her worry, and now today as well. "I understand your concerns. It's a big position. But I am here for now, right here, and I'll teach you whatever you need, although I doubt you need help."

"I…!" Eleanor looked at her mother. It was so strange. This whole 15 years she… no. Eleanor knows that Meryl was accepting of her role in the company. Eleanor knew she was doing a good job. There were no complaints in that part. Mery was never that… vocal about it, however. "Why now?" she asked. "Why now? Why leave now? Why compliment me now? Just so I could just accept the promotion like this, no questions asked?"

Meryl sighed. Loudly, longly. Her shoulders slacked and she looked back at Eleanor, her smile nowhere to be seen. "I… a part of me just wanted you to accept it, no questions asked. This would be the perfect meeting, however. With the perfect daughter."

Eleanor knew it. It had to have a reason for her to be so… eager, so supportive. Now Meryl looked more like herself. "And I'm not the perfect daughter, am I?"

"No, you are not," Meryl said, flatly. There was no affection nor cold feelings to her words. Just a simple fact. "You're not my perfect daughter, and any attempt of being that would just be me forcing your hand."

"I thought so," Eleanor said, as simple as her mother did, she wasn't perfect. Even if Meryl didn't mean any ill, the words had hurt her like sharp razors. This is the treatment that made working with her, Meryl, so difficult.

"But, even if you're not my perfect daughter, you're still my daughter. That's why I wanted you to accept this role. I was not lying when I said I find you adequate for the spot. And, as my daughter, you're the only one I wish to pass this spot to. This company was founded and raised by the Whitfield family, and I wanted to keep that way," Meryl put her reading glasses on and stopped paying attention to Eleanor, as she grabbed some papers on the desk and started reading them.

"I know you wanted to. I always knew. That was your objective since you took me in again, after all," Eleanor said, flatly, feeling herself implode internally, but at the same time fed up with her mother's treatment. Aided with the support her daughter offered her, it was a huge task to say out loud what she was thinking, but she did it anyway.

"I'm glad you noticed. The years of higher education I paid you really made you into something else. Better than that professional "- Meryl said the last part with tons of sarcasm in her voice -"hooker you were when you crawled back to me." Meryl smiled to herself. "You should be thanking your daughter, since your stupid pregnancy brought you into my arms again."

Eleanor gritted her teeth, she wanted to lash out on Meryl for the remark, but she knew better than to do so.

"And I'm glad that you accepted everything well so far," continued Meryl, "Made our lives a bit easier. Of course, you did your part perfectly, and I wouldn't accept anything below that."

"It's not like I had a choice in the matter, since my hands were tied. I had to do everything perfectly."

"Exactly. I'm glad you know that and acted accordingly. A good trait that you took from me, I assume," Meryl smiled a bit, but it quickly faded away. "You promised that you'd do anything for me, and you delivered without me forcing your hand. Of course, I'd just take everything from you if you didn't deliver your part of the promise, so I'm pleased we didn't need to go to that length."

"I didn't do it for you," Eleanor admitted. "It was for Amelia."

"Yes. Amelia. She truly turned your life for the better. Look at where you are now. You're able to give both of your daughters a comfortable life; pay for their college without taking a loan; have a comfortable house with internet even in this hellish snowstorm…" Eleanor looked at her mother, who was looking at her papers as she spoke. "Tell me, Eleanor, where do you think you'd be now if you were still living that daydream fever of yours? Perhaps in the arms of any grimy old bastard that accepted your old ass for a cheap fuck, or perhaps you'd be dead in the slums of the city, not different than a block of ice by now."

"You're a shark…!" Eleanor bit the bullet and raised her voice. Meryl, however, didn't lash out or smile - or even laughed - at the answer.

"That's what you have to be in this company world, Eleanor," Meryl looked at her daughter through her reading glasses. Her jade eyes were as cold and stoic as ever, and Eleanor hated it. "Don't get me wrong, however, I do not enjoy it."

"I really doubt it, sometimes," Eleanor answered. Her eyes were on her mother's stare, as they both fell in silence for some time. However, Eleanor was the first to break it. "Why say these terrible things?"

"Because it's the truth," she said, with the most casualty of the world. "But, like you said, everything you did was because of my granddaughter. That's why I know you're going to accept the CEO spot. Even if you don't want to."

"It's not like I don't want to… I just don't understand why a stubborn person like you, who never wanted to step away from the position, had a sudden change of mind."

"I didn't want to step away because you weren't ready yet. You have the skills and brains for the job, but you don't have the mind, the attitude ! I was trying to shape you better. Make you better…" Meryl confessed, looking at Eleanor for the first time. Even through her reading glasses, the coldness and piercing stare of her mother didn't cease. "But, alas, as stubborn as I am, I can't change the nature of some things. So, as regrettable as it is, it's time for me to realize I can't do anything anymore, and give up ."

Meryl adjusted her reading glasses, clear anger in her demeanor held back by herself. Even so, it was clear to Eleanor she was in a bad mood. Meryl took her eyes elsewhere, to the papers at her desk. Seeing that Meryl was refusing to elaborate further, Eleanor pried.

"What do you mean, mother?"

"… I tried time and time again, but I could never change your nature. You were always different. I could never make you satisfied with the things I had. You've always wanted something different, something that I can't give you anymore," Meryl was scribbling something on her paper, as she added. "No matter how many times I tried," in a lower voice. "It's like a terrible joke of fate. Discovering your little gay fornications behind my back, too…" Meryl sighed. "Incorrigible, simply. Sometimes I wondered if you were doing it on purpose."

Eleanor looked at Meryl, without knowing what to think about it. "Is that all?" she asked. "You tried and failed to change me into your image, and now you're stepping out?" Eleanor felt like it wasn't that simple.

"No. If it was just you, I wouldn't have a problem continuing as the CEO for a long time. However, there is one other thing I can't change. One thing that is hindering me and my abilities to make decisions for some time. And, although not yet, this very thing will hinder me from continuing working."

"What is this thing?" Eleanor said, a bit curious and a bit cynical. "You always were healthy as a horse," she said, and to that Meryl had to laugh. A dry, fake, but sarcastic laugh.

"Healthy as a horse, you say? More like sly as a fox," she said. "Eleanor… no. daughter…"

"Yes, mother…" a little bit of the cynical attitude Eleanor had vanished when she heard her mother laugh. And now use the word daughter. Once again, the word daughter. If she's using the family bond to say something…

"… I am sick. I have been sick for years now."

"What…?"

The silence grew between them. Meryl after some time shuffled papers around on her desk. The headmistress of the Whifield family had finally revealed her problem, and with that, it was like a big bang; a huge nuclear explosion, colliding and obliterating everything that had been standing in its path. The older woman looked at her daughter with pursed lips after a long sigh.

"I have… I was diagnosed with Alzheimer. It's been four years already."

The mood heavies immediately. This was one of the subjects which you can't prepare the other person to hear. It was something so fundamentally powerful in meaning that it doesn't have a way for you to cushion the interlocutor of the impact that they would get. So, Meryl decided to say it without any reservations.

"What…?" wide eyed and ashened by the words, the daughter who didn't believe - couldn't even process - the news, asked.

"Four years ago, I submitted myself to a very thorough check-up. I've been feeling a bit forgetful, and my personal doctor suggested it. After some… discussion, mostly by my part, I receded. In it, I discovered I had the initial stage of Alzheimer's."

"Al… al…" Eleanor stuttered, feeling her face getting colder. She took deep breaths after the initial shock vanished and reality came crashing in.

"It's alright. You know how modern medicine is… We have the money for treatments, and I've been on it for all these four years."

"R- right, but…" Eleanor knows what it means to pass through Alzheimer's treatment. Even the expensive new treatment that was all over the news years ago. It's not-

"It's not curable, I know. That's why I'm stressing the somewhat urgency of this change of position."

Meryl sighed deeply and rearranged her papers on the desk. She looked at Eleanor one more time, and couldn't keep her eyes on her daughter. Not when her own daughter was looking at her like that, like she was a victim.

"Please, something like that won't take me down," she said, proudfully. "It's… what I'd like to say," added Meryl with a rueful smile. "I tried… I tried to continue as the CEO while doing the treatment, but it's… progressing. The disease…"

"Mother… why didn't you tell me?" asked Eleanor, shyly. "Why wait so long?"

"You know me. There's no way I'd admit something like this is a problem. I… I didn't want to. I made too much in my life, conquered too much… and now I'm fated to forget everything that I did."

"Mom…" said Eleanor, naturally. She was so… concerned and worried that she didn't notice what she had said herself.

"There's one thing I regret… I probably won't be able to see my little great-granddaughter," Meryl said, and to that, she smiled. She smiled, looking nowhere, imagining a tiny little baby with the same red hair that runs in the family. An older Amelia holding her in her arms. Meryl smiled at that. A happy smile; a sad smile.

Alzheimer's. A progressive disease that destroys memory and other important mental functions. It's very common and inflicts millions every year. It is a brutal and sad degenerative disease that can't be completely cured. However, treatment can lessen the symptoms.

Given recent medicine advances, there is a treatment - yet very expensive - that can practically stop the evolution of the disease.

The downside of it is that it can only diminish the most brutal degeneration part of it. Meaning that Meryl, even while in this expensive treatment, would only be able to enjoy life to a certain extent. The positive of the treatment is that even with Alzheimer, Meryl would be able to somewhat continue her life for a period of time, and she wouldn't completely lose all of her mental functions over time, as would be the usual. She would still be able to live a life until she died of old age with it.

The treatment is still new, and it is still being developed. The treatment can also be more or less effective depending on the subject. That's why the treatment has to be carefully assisted and observed, and it has stages. The early stages are to prolong the normal life of the subject and late stages prevent the disease from taking vital cerebral functions.

"It can't be…" Eleanor said, shaking her head slowly. "It can't be…!" she held her wrist as she took the information. She knew about the treatment, she knew how it was done and how effective it was. Eleanor wasn't looking at the screen anymore. She gritted her teeth with strength, her breath quickening. "You're lying, right? It's a lie for me to accept the role."

"I've been doing the opposite. I've been lying to convince myself and others that I was healthy ."

Eleanor shook. She shook from the realization. Her mother, with an incurable disease. "No way…! Why haven't you told me?! For four years…!" Eleanor couldn't help but raise her voice.

Meryl pursed her lips with the objection. It was a valid one. One that she couldn't really protest. For four years she hid the truth to almost everyone in the world, except some maids and her personal doctor. It was crucial information that she hid. Eleanor had the right to be angry.

"This meeting was mainly to warn you about this… news. That was why I asked you to clean all of your schedule today. I imagined the… result," Meryl took her reading glasses out of her face, looking at her daughter and how affected she seemed to be about the news. "I… am also very shaken by the experience. I didn't imagine it would be so… difficult to tell."

Meryl gripped her hands together, strongly.

"Like I told you," she continued, "If it wasn't for the… current situation, I'd rather tell you personally."

"You still haven't told me… why . Why tell me now? After so long…?" Eleanor's somewhat shaky voice ringed through the speaker, making Meryl stop.

"Right. I just… wanted to tell you. I still plan on keeping a secret from everyone else in the company. But you… I couldn't hide it from you forever. You'd notice after some time after I retire, after all. So… I thought that I should tell you myself, while I still could."

"How… considerate," Eleanor said, bitterly. Meryl didn't have anything to tell Eleanor in response, so she continued. "What… made you tell me today?"

"I had a checkup before the storm. The results came in yesterday morning. I'm about to pass the point where living my normal life will become impossible."

Forcing steady breaths, Eleanor closed her eyes. "How much? How much time do you still have?"

"The prediction is until the end of the year. No more than that. Until then, I'd like to hear your answer."

"I…" Eleanor couldn't finish. There was no way for her to do so. So little time. It was already December. Eleanor's birthday was right around the corner, and she received this news.

"And… just to be clear. Once my disease progresses, I wouldn't remember your choice anyway, so… You're free to choose what you truly want," Meryl chuckled softly, "That's the best opportunity to get rid of everything you despised. Lucky for you."

Some moments of silence followed. Eleanor had a knot on her throat that made her unable to speak. And Meryl chuckled ruefully when she noticed her daughter wouldn't say anything.

"But, if you'd like to make this old hag happy for the last time before she's good as dead… I'd like you to become the CEO."

Again, silence followed. And Meryl then continued, for the last time.

"Well. Thanks for listening to me. I'll stop the recording now. Have a good morning… daughter."

Moments after, after making sure Eleanor wouldn't answer anything anymore, Meryl disconnected. And then, with shaky shoulders, Eleanor fell into tears.

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this one.

As always, any feedback is appreciated. In advance, I'm sorry if anyone has a personal history involving familiar with Alzheimer's. I know it's rough, and I hope you're ok. Losing a loved one is hard, and I didn't want to make anyone remember painful memories with the chapter. I hope I treated this story with enough seriousness so you don't feel offended or hurt by it. Thanks for reading anyway, and a big hug to each of you. I hope you're all right.

Thank you for aaaaall the wonderful comments last chapter. I loved to read and see all of your thoughts, even when they're short. Thank you so much for taking your time commenting, they make my day.

For all of you, I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Love you all, and stay well! Hugs and kisses.

Chapter 12: Cuts

Summary:

Sometimes, memories and scares can hurt more than one would think.

Notes:

We're entering the first chapter of ACT III.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was late at night, and a tiny Eleanor just got out of her bedroom, inside her mansion. It was dark and scary; even so, it was less scary than the dream she just had. Also, the determination to get to her mom helped her endeavor.

She took careful steps towards her goal, passing through the big decoration as she sniffed, rubbing her little hands over her face to wipe her eyes. For comfort, she was carrying her blanket that was dragged along the hallway as she walked.

In no time she reached her destination - her mother's room. There, Eleanor, who was still of small age, could already notice that something was different. The door was closed instead of open - like her mother likes to insist they were - and there was very faint light seeping around the door into the dark hallway.

Why are mom light's open? Thought Eleanor, as she looked at her mother's door. And then something picked up her ears as well.

Slap sounds, continually and rhytmally echoing, as well as heavy breathing who sounded very muffled through the door. Sometimes Eleanor could also hear someone's voice moaning, which picked her interest.

What's this?

Forgetting all about her nightmare and the reason she was there to begin with, Eleanor's heart started to pound. She wondered what was going on, and she couldn't contain her curiosity. Instead of backing away, she decided to open the door without announcing her presence. The door wasn't locked at all.

Slowly, the door opened. It was an overly ornate door that was well kept, so it didn't make any sounds when it opened. Eleanor was just tall enough to reach the handle on her own. More light seeped into the dark and Eleanor peeked her head to her side as she pried into the room with big, curious eyes.

The muffled breathing and moans became clearer to her ears as she heard the slapping sounds continue. What is going on? Eleanor asked herself, in her thoughts. She couldn't describe what she was hearing, exactly, not even fathom the true nature of what was going on.

What she could barely see from that angle was her mom's bed. She could see her mom's back, but... Mom's... naked? Why? What is she doing?

It wasn't a clear view, but Eleanor could see a naked Meryl, one leg on her bed while she was swinging her hips. She could only see her partial side of her face as she was looking downwards and swinging. Her hips were slapping against something that Eleanor couldn't quite see. Her mom was doing this motion repeatedly, and she was the one breathing heavily as she did.

The other thing Eleanor could see was someone's legs poking out - properly dressed and with black small heels - and they seemed to be kneeling on the bed, just in front of her mom and the movements she was doing. The eventual moaning seemed to be coming from this person. It looked like... it was painful? Eleanor didn't quite get it.

For a moment, Eleanor didn't say or do anything. She was quite shocked to watch this, and she couldn't make head or tails of that situation. Her mother didn't seem to stop or slow down as she swung her hips over and over against the backside she couldn't quite see, and she was panting as if she was putting a lot of effort into doing these motions; the slaps sounds echoing in the room sharply.

What Eleanor knew was that this vision was doing something in her body. It wasn't something exactly new or anything, since it had happened before on her body, but it was something that she didn't imagine was going to happen right now. Beside the feeling of curiosity and her heart racing… the unexpected feeling now was her little penis. It was starting to stir and become harder. It was something that happened when she saw someone pretty or when she saw people kissing in movies from time to time… but she didn't think watching her mother would evoke such a reaction as well.

"Say it," suddenly Meryl spoke up and woke Eleanor, who had focused eyes as she watched what was happening.

"… More…!" The moaning voice answered, breathily and almost quiet. "… Harder, baby…" it was a familiar voice to Eleanor, but use couldn't put a finger in who it was due to the breathy and shaky voice.

"Hnng…" Meryl breathed and panted harder as an answer to the voice. She then redoubled her efforts on her hips, that swayed quicker and slapped harder against the backside of that mysterious person. "I'm almost there."

Eleanor was enthralled, even when she didn't quite understand that situation. That's why she wanted to get a better view… she wanted to discover what was going on. That's why… she opened the door slightly more, and peeked even further inside.

Now she could see better the backside of that person. It was a woman, more specifically, she was dressed in the familiar black dress that all of the maids and workers in the mansion did, but the dress was pulled up, exposing the butt of the woman, just where her mother had been hitting on with her hips.

Is my mom… fighting her? Eleanor's lips pursed slightly as she looked, not getting the point.

"Who's there?" Suddenly, Meryl said. She finally noticed the movements that were going on behind her, and she quickly raised her voice and stopped to look over her shoulders.

Eleanor gasped. She has been caught, and her heart jumped in her chest as if it was trying to get out. As instinct, Eleanor grabbed the door's handle and closed it as quickly as she could. Eleanor didn't quite understand, but she had a feeling that this was something that she shouldn't be seeing.

Immediately, she could hear hushed voices, muffled by the closed door. She didn't quite hear what they were saying, or who was saying what, but she caught a faint voice saying "…Didn't lock the door?"; "Did someone see us?"; and "Go check," somewhere in the middle. That quite alarmed Eleanor. She didn't know if she was in trouble, but she didn't want to run away. She was still scared.

Before she could do anything, the door opened again, and she saw one of the maids on the other side. She was a long-haired blonde, slim and pretty. Eleanor knew that woman quite well, and she considered her a second mom. It was Chelsea.

Chelsea, different from the other days, looked rather… unkempt. Her hair was a mess, and there was sweat all over her face. Her makeup was also all over the place. Her appearance combined with the lack of light made her look a bit scary to Eleanor, and for the first time Eleanor felt scared of someone she really liked, which made her tremble on the spot.

Gasping, Eleanor pulled her blanket closer and looked like a meek creature as she stared Chelsea. However, Chelsea herself was pretty shaken.

"God! Eleanor?!" she raised her voice. Of all the people that could eavesdrop in that moment, Eleanor was the worst one possible. "W- What are you doing here??" Chelsea asked. She wanted to be supportive and calm for the child she helped raise, but she was just putting Eleanor even more on edge at that moment.

"I- Is mom… there?" she asked, feeling a bit pressured and on guard. She brought her blanket close to her body as she looked up and then down, hundreds of thoughts in her mind.

"Yes, um..." Chelsea looked into the room where Meryl stood, hidden from Eleanor. Meryl looked at Chelsea and simply nodded. "Just a moment."

Chelsea entered the room briefly, and Eleanor stayed put. Moments after, Chelsea got out of the room, carrying an apron in her hands while fixing her own clothes, meekly. "I, um... you can go now," she tried her best to smile and look friendly, but Eleanor was still very shocked and confused to pay attention.

Chelsea quickly went downstairs as Eleanor entered her mother's room. There, she saw a younger Meryl, with her hair still bright red and noticeably more in shape, tying a very fine robe around her body, covering herself. She was looking at her room's veranda, not really looking at her little intruder of a daughter.

"Mom...?" asked Eleanor.

"Yes, Eleanor?" she said back, still looking outside.

"Um… what were you doing?" she asked, deciding that she just had to know what she was seeing. "Were you fighting with Chelsea? Did she do something bad?"

"Did it look that way to you?" almost amused, Meryl asked. She wrapped her robe against herself once again. Her erection was still there, that's why she wasn't turning around to her daughter at that moment. To Eleanor, who was none the wiser, Meryl was just acting distant like always.

"Um… I don't know," she confessed, while shyly walking to her mom's bed, who was very messy with blankets tossed around. "I'm sorry."

"Mother was just having adult fun with your nanny, that is all," she simply said. The lust stupor was still fresh in Meryl's mind. She decided to turn around to look at her daughter, her erection already controlled under the robes to a state where her daughter wouldn't notice anything weird.

"Adult fun? Adults like to play naked?" Eleanor asked, confusion clear on her face as she asked. Meryl simply nodded to her as she walked to the bed, where she saw Eleanor still holding her blanket close. "Adults are weird," she said, innocently. The phrase brought a simple smile to Meryl.

"And why are you here, clinging to your blanket, miss Eleanor?" Meryl questioned, hands on her hips as she looked down on her confused and innocent daughter. "You're supposed to be in your bed."

"I… had a nightmare," Eleanor now was reminded of the reason she came, and she looked downwards when she remembered her bad dream.

"I see," Meryl looked down at her blanket, something that Eleanor for some reason adored, and liked to carry all over the place.

"C- Can I sleep with you? Please? Just today, I promise!" Eleanor begged, looking up to her mom with puppy eyes. She knew her mother was a tough one to convince, and she knew the arguments she was probably going to use to make her go to bed again. "Please, it's just for today, I won't ask tomorrow and I won't move around in the bed, I will be real quiet, I promise!"

Meryl didn't want to accept, but when she looked at how Eleanor wanted to convince her that badly, she knew that the dream must've been bad. Letting a deep breath, Meryl closed her eyes and sighed a long "Fine…" which immediately made Eleanor excited. "I'll go to the bathroom, don't follow me, okay?"

"Okay, I won't," Eleanor quickly said, excited that her mother really agreed to it, smiling ear to ear as she watched her mom go into her master bathroom.

Inside the bathroom Meryl was finishing what she couldn't, because Eleanor entered the room. She was trying not to blame her daughter, but it was difficult when she was that pent-up. Her balls were aching for release, and she wasn't fond on coitus interruptus, no matter what kind of it. It upsets her to stop before she gets off.

She was holding the bathroom wall close to the drain and was panting meekly, trying to hold in and not make too much noise as her free hand worked and stroked her cock. Pre was quick to come out and lube her phallus as she worked her dick's head quickly. Her balls started to clench pleasurably and Meryl muffled her moans.

"Oh, Lord, forgive me!"

Her pants became more vigorous as her breasts bounced slightly with her arms movements, Chelsea's round soft and shaking bottom quickly filling Meryl's thoughts as she worked her hand to imitate how tight Chelsea's folds were. Her balls were churning and she leaned out her back as moan managed to escape her teeth, her rigid cock spasming and starting to spurt her semen all over the wall, painting it with streaks of slimy white, joined by pleasurable pants of relief as Meryl's eyes fluttered in blissful pleasure.

Meryl put her forehead against her arm as she panted, the joyful relief making its way down slowly on her body as she felt better. She felt like a disgusting sinner, but so was the nature of sinning to be accompanied with big pleasures.

Eleanor promised not to follow her mother, but she just had to do it when she noticed her mother was taking just too long! She couldn't help herself. She was somewhat unrestful after the nightmare and witnessed something completely strange to her. And what she just saw in the bathroom was also something strange.

She didn't see it completely because of the blurry window of the bathroom, but she managed to see her mother against the wall and her hands moving as she was panting. Once again, Eleanor got to experience something that she probably wasn't supposed to. It made her nervous, but as well excited for it. She didn't truly understand why that was the case, but it was something that she found… intriguing. That was how she learned about masturbation.

This time, though, she didn't get caught in the act. She quickly went to her mother's bed as soon as she noticed her mom had stopped moving. Some time passed and Meryl was out of the bathroom still in her robes. Eleanor was laid in bed and was still hugging her blanket, looking at her mother approach her.

Meryl climbed the bed and went to her side, looking at Eleanor. Overall, she felt relieved, even if she did something that her religion would reproach. Now that she dealt with her carnal desires, however, it was time for her to deal with her daughter.

"Good night, Eleanor," she said, instead, and just closed her eyes after pulling her blankets over the two of them, after closing the lights of the room.

"U- um… mom?" said Eleanor, tentatively. She didn't want to sleep just yet.

"What did you promise me, Eleanor?" still with her eyes closed, Meryl asked. She didn't move or react to her daughter's words at all besides that.

"That I'd… be real quiet," Eleanor answered, feeling meek.

"Exactly. Good night," Meryl tried to finish the conversation there, and comforted her head on her soft pillow again, taking a deep breath.

"B- but…" Eleanor looked downwards, and after hearing that her daughter wasn't just lying down and sleeping, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

" What , Eleanor?" she said, finally receding and opening her eyes. She saw how small her child looked when she was insisting so much in starting a conversation.

"Can… Can you explain to me what adult fun is…?"

Meryl sighed deeply as a ping of annoyance hit her. Not at Eleanor, but at herself for being too careless. She shouldn't be having this conversation with her daughter yet. At least that was what she was thinking.

"How old are you, Eleanor?" Meryl asked.

"Um… I'm nine," she said, after a little mental calculation.

"Is this an adult age?" asked Meryl, and Eleanor shook her head meekly, "Then why do you want to know about adult fun?"

"When I saw you… with nanny… I kinda…" Eleanor became a little fidgety. "Um… my peepee…"

Meryl laughed a little, despite herself. Having only one daughter and no other kind of parent friend she was too intimate with to ask for counseling, Meryl had no idea if her daughter was precocious or not. But she couldn't control the swell of pride for her daughter when she heard it. Something about realizing how much her daughter has grown. Something that, as a mother, Meryl couldn't control when it happened.

"Alright," still sweetly laughing, Meryl cupped her daughter's head, "I promise I'll tell you about it later, but not tonight , okay?"

"O- Okay," she said, blushing from the sudden touch. She wasn't expecting her mother to cup her head so suddenly. She always perceived her mother as someone unapproachable, so she was very excited.

"Come closer," Meryl said, opening her arms a little to vacant some space. Eleanor gasped and excitedly obliged, gluing her small body to her mother as closely as she could. Mery smiled, seeing how needy her daughter was. "Have a sweet night now… little monkey," Meryl said, surprising even herself for the term of endearment. But at that moment, Eleanor looked exactly like a little marmoset glued to its parent.

So warm … that was the only thing that Eleanor remembered from that night. The feeling of her mother, close, and warm. How she fell asleep so quickly in her arms. That was one of the rare nice moments Eleanor had from Meryl, one that lives in her mind.

Why think about this now? She thought to herself, wetly sniffing and then wiping her wet eyes with her wrists.

Minutes and hours seemed to have bleed together. The passage of time got blurred and everything seemed to pass quickly and slow at the same time for Eleanor. She has been in the same spot for who knows how long.

Hours or simply minutes? It was hard to say the amount of time. She simply sat on the same desk in her office, looking at the screen that was asking for a rate on the call quality as her eyes cried, her mind displaying the ever few pleasant memories of her mother.

It just felt too surreal. Why was she still there, sitting on her desk? She never actually stopped to think that her mother was a human just like any other. Her mother's mortality wasn't ever questioned, since Meryl was such an imposing figure.

But of course, she couldn't escape it. And she couldn't escape the feeling of being abandoned, either. It's not like she was going to die, but she never thought about her mother falling ill to an incurable disease.

Reaching for a clean tissue, she once again properly wiped her eyes, dismantling the little to no make-up she had even more. Eleanor was surprised as well as sad. She never thought that such news would bring her a sense of loss like that. Her mother was still alive, and well, so why was she feeling like she had lost her forever? Why was she so sad about someone that most of the time treated her like something to be used?

"God… why?" said Eleanor, weakly. "Why?!" she repeated taking a deep breath as to drown that feeling of hopelessness she felt, that made her want to bang her hand against the table with all her might.

Eleanor hunched over and started to breathe harder, her eyes tingling all over again, the feeling of grief spreading through her chest and making her forget about time once more.

Eventually, after another who knows how long, Eleanor stopped. An incredible feeling of emptiness was on her chest, but it was still better than the weeping sadness that she was feeling. A part of her was glad. Glad that her daughter didn't see her in that state.

Talking about her… "What should I do? I have to tell them," Eleanor said. She couldn't keep a secret from her daughters, could she? "Mother told me to keep a secret, so maybe she doesn't want them to know…" she mumbled to herself, as if she was trying to argue and weigh her options, convincing herself that this hard talk wasn't necessary. "But, Amelia will know something is off with me, and she knows I was talking with Mother… she will have questions," she said. "If that leads to a misunderstanding, that could go bad quickly."

Eleanor took her phone and quickly took a glance at herself in the frontal camera. Her eyes were slightly red, but it wasn't the end of the world. She didn't know what to do, honestly. The feeling of emptiness was still there, and she didn't know how to act on it yet. It was just too sudden. She was feeling so light just this morning, and now she was hit with this news.

It was almost like divine punishment, Thought Eleanor. The day after she commited the sin of incest is followed by her mother having an uncurable disease? Well… it's not like she just developed it… but then again, if an entity like God really has the power of omniscience, then it wouldn't be a stretch to time it just like that, wouldn't it?

"It can't be, right?" she said. Then again, Eleanor wasn't prone to believing in her own religion, even though she follows it so… religiously. But she did out of necessity, to keep away from her own addiction and vices. To keep herself busy.

As a reminder of reality, however, her stomach rumbled strongly, making Eleanor wake up. That's right, thought Eleanor, I still didn't have anything to eat, huh? I just jumped in here . She had woken up and she practically had to make a marathon to put herself together, barely being able to do so before the meeting.

And after the meeting she just had, she was too shaken up to do something, anything, besides sitting there, crying.

Once again she was faced with the premise, would she tell her daughter about the news or not? The weights were on display on the balance, and each argument had its points, but Eleanor didn't seem to choose no matter how time she spent pondering it. Sighing, she remembered her own life experience and studying, she decided that she had to do what she had to do. If she decided nothing, nothing would happen, and that wouldn't do.

"This is mega stupid…" sniffed Eleanor, as she looked over her screen. She passed her wrist under her nose as she tried to wipe something that wasn't there.

Eleanor rated the damn call on the mobile and closed all the windows on the desktop, closing it right after, too. She could feel her body heavy like a sack of gravel, figuratively. She wasn't any heavier or lighter, nor more tired or anything like that. However, it was as if her body was taking double the effort to make the same movements.

Eleanor stopped, breathed a bit, and started walking again, feeling completely empty inside. All of the unusual energy and sense of joy that she had in the beginning of the morning was stripped from her after that meeting.

When she finally opened the door, Eleanor felt breathless. Again, not in a physical way. She was perfectly fine, but it seems like all of her breath was gone. Her will to say and speak was totally robbed from her. What she did, instead was hope that she wouldn't meet her daughter so soon. She really didn't know how to react. A part of her was saying to herself to ignore it, to not tell her. It was a simpler solution; an easier solution. But she was wondering what would happen instead, if she did so. Eleanor couldn't possibly hold the truth forever, she couldn't lie to her daughter about something that shook her so much.

Mulling these thoughts in her head, she made her way downstairs. She was walking slowly, slightly gaining better control of her limbs. She stopped again in front of the stairs, already in the living room. She took a moment to glance and investigate if her daughter was there. She didn't see her on the couch or anywhere. She went a little bit further and then rested against the couch's arm.

Pulling her phone she looked at the time. It was barely past 1 p.m. No wonder she's hungry, if she didn't have any breakfast.

"I guess this is the solution for now," mumbled Eleanor, to herself. Sighing deeply, she got up and went to the kitchen. It was time for a very late brunch.

In the news it said the storm would stop things for potentially another week. Eleanor knew that this storm was already dragging for too long, so she should probably prepare herself for the worst case scenario that they would be stuck there in the house for two more weeks.

What that means is that she should take in consideration things like food. This was already dragging for too long, and some food wouldn't last that long if they kept using it at the usual rate. And of course, giving that this was a storm, she had to consider other things as well, like electricity. All of her things were electric, even her oven, which was bad.

"Maybe I should grab my gas stove," said Eleanor. She didn't even know exactly where it was at that point. Probably somewhere in her attic. Or, maybe the garage? Just thinking about grabbing it filled her mind and body with that same empty feeling, as she scrapped the scrambled eggs in her pan.

She grabbed a little bit with a spoon to taste it. It was tasteless. "Dammit…" Eleanor said, turning to her cabinet to grab the salt. She continued to cook in a slow rhythm.

As Eleanor continued, various things were in her head. A tactic to keep herself from thinking about the thing she didn't want to; something that she learned to do in the last 16 years of her life. In a way, it was like coming back to her little safe spot, the spot she had to keep herself motivated.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't see her daughter coming downstairs.

.

.

When Amelia saw that her mother was very distracted, she had a naughty idea. Slowly approaching her mother, who had her back to her as she was at the kitchen desk, she decided that she - once again - was going to spook her. Amelia slowly took careful steps towards her mother, and when she was close enough - surprised that Eleanor still didn't notice her - she went for the piece of resistance.

She hugged her mother from behind strongly, saying a cheerful, "Good morning!"

The thing was - with Eleanor so clouded in dark thoughts - she didn't expect a sudden hug like that, especially when she was peeling potatoes with a sharp knife instead of a regular peeler. What followed after was only a disaster.

" Ouch!!" a sharp pained cry of tinted red echoed the kitchen, spooking Amelia, who was not expecting such an earnest and loud voice if obvious pain.

"Mom?!" Amelia's heart completely sank at the same moment. That wasn't the reaction she was expecting.

"My finger! God !" A clunk sound of two things hit the desk as Eleanor hunched over slightly.

"Mom! Are you okay?! Let me see!" Amelia grabbed her mother's shoulder and got to her side, trying to pry and watch how bad it was, but she couldn't see when Eleanor had her hand over the injury.

From the initial shock, the sharp and throbbing pain in her finger, and her daughter's concern right next to her ear, Eleanor was dazed from all the things going on so quickly. Coupled with her held back thoughts, Eleanor couldn't help but let hot tears escape her eyes as she started to cry again.

As Eleanor lost some of her strength, the concerned Amelia finally got to her mother's hand and saw the damage. She sighed in relief as she saw that her mother only had a cut on her index finger. It was drawing blood, but it didn't look serious. Even so, her crying mother didn't put Amelia at ease at all.

"Mom, it's fine, it's just a cut--" Amelia raised her gaze towards Eleanor and saw that her face was distorted in pain as tears rolled her cheeks. "Mom? I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to… this is all my fault," she tried to say, guiding her mother to the sink, "C'mon, l – let's clean this, okay?"

Eleanor was too lost in the moment to say words. So she just shook her head – trying to indicate that Amelia had no fault in the matter. Her throat clenched harder, her tears losing control. The first tear was like the little crack into the barrage that made it all come crashing down. The pain Eleanor was feeling wasn't that bad. The cut wasn't that deep. She didn't mind the cut at all. If it was any other day, she would quickly compose herself and berate her daughter for her carelessness, but today was a different day.

The only thing Eleanor could manage was sit still as her tears flooded, and her concerned daughter tried to console her for the wrong thing.

After some moments, Eleanor could calm down a bit. Amelia, then, was finally able to help her mother. She sat her down at the chair after cleaning the cut and she promptly found the first aid kit her mother always keeps in hand. She opened a band-aid and wrapped it around her finger, where the cut was.

The kitchen now was calm. The lights were turned on, giving a strange artificial light for that time of day, where normally the Sun would be lighting the room.

Hey sat down to eat, and with the first bite Amelia controlled the urge to spit her scrambled eggs and exclaimed "This is too salty, Mom! What the fuck?!"

"I- Is it? I thought that they didn't have enough salt…"

"In comparison to what? The ocean?!"

Eleanor weakly scoffed, in a derogatory way, but aimed at herself, not her daughter. She tried the food herself and only now realized Amelia was right. The food was way too salty.

"I'm gonna grab some cereal…" she said, then. Amelia only watched her mother get up with a certain worry in her eyes.

Slowly, the Whitfield family had their late brunch in somewhat quietness, with Amelia promptly saying she would do the dishes after it.

Eleanor brushed a hand over her bandaged finger slowly, smiling. It was a simple thing, but that mended her in no time. She felt her heart swell just a bit.

"Sorry," said Eleanor, smiling weakly.

Looking up, Eleanor smiled at her daughter there, looking back at her with inquisitive eyes that did not understand the reason for the apology. "Your mother is a wreck today,"

When Eleanor said that, Amelia was quickly reminded of how her mom's scrambled eggs turned out. The brunette face scrunched a bit at the memory, remembering the awful taste.

The cereal was a poor substitute for a brunch, but it somewhat fit the mood.

Amelia was brought to the present again, as the cold water hit her skin, and she was reminded of her task, and what she was talking to her mother.

"It's fine…" Amelia told her, and she quickly came back to doing the dishes.

The dishes weren't numerous, and were also easy to clean. Since Amelia was doing quick progress, she didn't even bother with the dishwasher.

She looked at her mother, finally turning around to face her properly, watching Eleanor who was still downcasted on the chair. Amelia was feeling awful since, in her head, the reason her mother was like that was all her fault.

I have to rectify this, somehow…!

"Mom, I'm sorry. I know that I've already said that, but… I promise that I won't ever spook you again, okay?" she said it. It was harder than she imagined it would be, too. She couldn't believe how she brought down the mood by doing something so silly in her head.

"I… you better," Eleanor said, smiling weakly, "I know you young kids like pranking their mothers, scaring them…" she said. "I really think it's a bad idea."

"I- I can see why, now," Amelia said. She was genuinely sorry for it. She had just finished the last bowl, and put it to rest close to the sink as she was planning to dry them, but…

"Amelia…" Eleanor said after a sigh.

Her daughter stopped and watched Eleanor, who was now standing up. She walked close to her daughter, and Amelia's heart quickened when her mother's arms wrapped around her shoulders in a close hug, pressing their torsos together, immediately bringing warmth to both of them.

"I forgot to say it," Eleanor whispered, "Good morning, sweetie," smiled Eleanor, feeling her daughter so close.

"Good…" Amelia answered back, astonished by the sudden proximity again, the sudden intimacy. Quickly, she was reminded of what happened yesterday, and her body reacted to the images. Amelia pursed her lips and gulped anxiously as Eleanor simply caressed her daughter's shoulders a bit.

Bringing her face closer to her daughter's ear, Eleanor smiled. Her daughter brought such warm feelings to her heart. For some reason, Eleanor felt the pressure the bandaid had in her finger. Eleanor snickered softly.

"I had something else to tell you, but…" Eleanor said, but she didn't open her mouth to say any other word.

"But…?" Amelia slowly raised her hands and held her mother's hip, and seeing that she didn't react to it, she shyly wrapped her arms around it.

"Just… can we stay like this for a little bit?"

"Yeah…" said Amelia, feeling her cheeks grow hotter as she blushed. "That'd… be nice," the daughter smiled.

Notes:

Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback and comments, and for reading this story. I'm glad about all of the response.

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Chapter 13: Tight Hug

Summary:

Eleanor relies on her daughter, and both of them work some tension out.

Notes:

And now... my next attack

SURPRISE WEEKEND RELEAAAASE *holds massive beam of energy in hands while shouting, anime opening playing in bg*

jk

But I did hear someone was having some trouble because a certain game, so I hope this cheer you up. And of course, everyone that is somewhat invested in this story. Thank you for all of the comments and love, as always. Anyway, enough about me, have a good one.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Even though Eleanor said "just for a little bit", that somehow dragged for hours, and then the entire day.

"Want to watch a movie before we make dinner?" she said, and Amelia was more than happy to agree to it. They chatted and watched the movie together, always close to each other.

Eventually, Amelia's hand snuck into her mother's hands, and Eleanor smiled and held her daughter's hand. And then the hand-holding escalated to sitting right next to each other, and that escalated to Amelia sneaking ever so close, until she was wrapped in her mother's embrace, sitting warmly on her as they cuddled together.

"It's really cold today, isn't it?" were their excuse, as Eleanor had her daughter close, wrapping her arms around her as they watched the movie.

When they finished the movie, they both agreed to start making dinner together. They both went to the kitchen as Eleanor explained why she was peeling potatoes earlier. They together made some soup as they both giggled and played around a little.

The dinner itself wasn't as romantic as it was yesterday, but the talk was light and the laughter continued as they both talked about nothing to each other. They discussed the movie they just watched, and Amelia went on to explain about what kind of movies she and her friends watched together while Eleanor took the backseat and was simply happy to hear her daughter speak for so long with her.

Given that Eleanor was a person that prefered to be always busy, she had no hobbies or time or patience to watch movies or read books unrelated to her job. So, while talking about movies with her daughter, it was only natural that Eleanor would just hear her out about recent trends.

Eleanor visited the theater when she was younger with her friends, but that's a habit she doesn't have anymore. So, even if she wanted to talk back with Amelia about movies, the only thing she would have memories of would be the movies from way back when she was a teenager. Amelia probably would show no interest in such movies, so Eleanor smiled and nodded to her daughter's excitement.

"… And that's why hero movies became so popular nowadays," Amelia finished saying, slightly putting her plate aside, "I mean, I don't mind, but more than two movies from the same company each year is a bit excessive, and the media is always all over it like some kind of world event…" Amelia let out a big sigh, "It just… give me a break, you know?"

Eleanor softly chuckled, reminding herself how much money these companies must earn from each movie, and all the media covering it as well. "You are surprisingly knowledgeable about this, for your age," Eleanor said.

"Well… I mean," Amelia said, smiling and blushing, "You don't need to be impressed by that. It's useless knowledge, right?" shrugged Amelia. "It's not like I'm ever going to use it for something."

"It's only useless if you decide that's useless," said Eleanor. "I mean… have you ever thought about being a filmmaker?"

"I… not really," said Amelia, looking at her plate, her voice suddenly lower and dispirited.

"Sorry, I just," Eleanor said, quickly, remembering that she was probably sounding like her usual self, always wanting to know what Amelia would want for her future. "I didn't mean to… sound like I'm wanting to know what you will do after high-school, just," she became a little embarrassed.

"No, it's okay, it's not…" they both stopped and looked at each other. "You have a right to know, I guess."

"I just want to support my daughter in her decision, whatever it may be," Eleanor quickly moved her hand over towards Amelia's hand.

Amelia's heart fluttered with the answer, and she felt like the most special person in the world. She unconsciously squeezed her mother's hand, and smiled further when she noticed her mother's squeezing it back.

"Thanks," was Amelia's answer. Although she was grateful for her mom and what she was saying, a part of her just wanted to end that conversation there. She would have to think about what she wanted to do in the future, but… she didn't want to do it now.

"I guess it's time for me to wash the dishes, huh?" said Eleanor, looking at Amelia and seeing she didn't say anything more.

"Um… mom?" Amelia asked, hesitantly.

"Yes?" Eleanor subtly widened her eyes and looked at her daughter with attention. She wanted to know why Amelia asked with such a low voice.

"Um… I didn't have the time to ask, I guess… but… we're cool, right?"

"What do you mean…?" Eleanor slightly tilted her head one side, without even noticing herself, as she asked.

"I mean… you were a little bit off today, but at the same time you were so nice," Amelia was struggling with the words as she said them. Not because she was having trouble saying them, but it was as if a knot was getting in the way of her words. "I, just," she paused a little, "Because of what we did, and… I didn't want to ruin the nice mood by asking you, but… I just can't stop thinking about it."

"Oh, I see," said Eleanor, "I… did you like it?" Eleanor suddenly got really nervous. In fact, they didn't talk about it, and Eleanor just assumed everything was fine between them, but of course that was something serious that probably needed discussion.

"I -- I asked you first, though!" blabbered Amelia, with pink cheeks and flustered face. Eleanor suddenly burst in laughter, not expecting her daughter to become so shy suddenly.

"You did!" she stifled her laughter so as to not embarrass her daughter further, since Amelia already was two tones redder than before. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to laugh," she tried to control herself as she put a closed palm on her lips.

"So… answer me," she said - rather - demanded an answer from her mother.

Eleanor sighed deeply. She had to answer something so… precariously bad to her daughter. "A part of me doesn't want to answer you, given the… situation we're in, but…"

"No, you have to! I didn't want to ask, but now I did, and you'll answer me now," Amelia crossed her arms and looked sharply at her mother. Eleanor was trying not to laugh again from the stubborn attitude. But it was so Amelia, and it was so cute to her eyes.

"I see, you have me in a tight spot and won't let go, huh?" she said, trying to hold back her smile. "I'm afraid of what you'll do with that spoon close to you, so I better answer you, huh?" she put her closed fist on her mouth again, really trying to hold her laughter.

"T- take it seriously, okay??" Amelia said, becoming flustered again.

"I will," she said, and Amelia made the motions of crossing her arms again and stared her mother upwards while leaning her face downwards. "I promise…" her mother reinforced her decision, which made Amelia relax, if just a little.

"So… yesterday…" Amelia probed her mother, as if she was trying to hold Eleanor hostage.

"Yesterday was a mess of stuff, huh? We got into a fight and then we… uh… how do you say it? Sext?"

"Oh, trust me," chuckled Amelia, "that wasn't sexting at all. We were just… flirting, with some nudes," she said, smiling and remembering the conflicted afternoon they had.

"Okay, so we flirted with nudes…"

"Did you like them?" Amelia suddenly cut her mother as she was speaking.

"Ah…" Eleanor flushed while remembering them. Why? She just saw her daughter completely naked with her own eyes, and yet she got a little flustered about remembering some pixels. "I… I did," she smiled, a little bit shy. "They were really nice…"

"You may proceed," Amelia said, solemnly before nodding. Eleanor almost chuckled.

"And then… I interrupted it, to tease you," she smiled.

"Which I hated, by the way," added Amelia, for Eleanor's amusement.

"I did need to make dinner, so there's that," Amelia didn't offer any further input as Eleanor proceeded, "And so we had… a very, very nice dinner. And it was so wonderful…!"

"It was… very romantic, right?" Amelia was a little bit unsure. At the dinner, Amelia felt so special, and she was nervous that it was only her getting that feeling.

"Yes, darling," Eleanor confirmed it. "It was very romantic… and I wouldn't have it otherwise. It was the best dinner I had in years."

"Y- yeah," Amelia flushed. "I guess it was the best I ever had," confessed Amelia, which made Eleanor's heart swoon. "Until grandmother's ruined it, at least." Amelia was expecting another round of chuckles and jokes, but none came, so she continued. "Right, you actually never told me what she wanted. Just said it was about work," Amelia put her elbows back at the table after uncrossing her arms. "So, would you tell me what it was now?" A moment of silence came, and then another. "Mom?"

Eleanor straightened her back suddenly, like she's been caught daydreaming. She looked at Amelia and understood the situation. She quickly sighed and then her mind went to the place she didn't want to go.

"You remember that thing I had to tell you about?" Amelia simply nodded, a subtle feeling of foreboding reached her chest.

"Just forget the dishes for now. Come to the living room with me, please," her mother said, and then she promptly got up. Eleanor was feeling uneasy. She didn't want to reveal it to her daughter, but it would be worse if she just kept pretending it didn't exist. She just had to be as brave as her daughter and tell what was on her mind.

When they both sat in the living room, Amelia sat on the couch as Eleanor grabbed a nearby chair and brought it closer to her daughter. She wanted to stay a little far from her and get a better position for them to talk. Although that reason was very shallow, and it really didn't matter where they held the conversation.

Eleanor thought back on the events of yesterday as Amelia sat and got as comfortable as she was able in that situation. Eleanor paused for a moment, thinking on where she should start. She licked her lips and looked at her daughter, who kept silent the whole time.

Slowly, Eleanor started to piece together her thoughts and started to deliver the story to her daughter. She started from the talk yesterday right after dinner, and slowly built up what her mother wanted.

"So you really did talk about business with her yesterday," said Amelia, after hearing everything. "Why did you look so tired when you climbed downstairs?"

"It was my mother," Eleanor said, as if that explained. "She was serious about something, and I knew it. And, honestly, the way she contacted me after I had given up and decided to spend a romantic evening with you, it was like she knew I was about to do something wrong," she said.

"Something wrong, huh?" said Amelia, feeling her own chest being pierced with the words.

"I mean!" Eleanor blabbered, "I didn't mean like -- You know what I'm trying to say, Amelia. It's…" she lowered her voice, trying not to sound too agitated. "At the end of the day… you're still my daughter. I'm your mother," Eleanor pursed her lips and fumbled with her hair a little. "You know it's wrong."

"It didn't feel wrong yesterday," Amelia remarked, stealthily, in a low voice. She felt attacked and saddened by the words, so she had said it without even thinking about it.

"Amelia…!" sighed Eleanor. She couldn't deny her own feelings, though. The feeling of being inside her own daughter's core like that was amazing. Forbidden, yet so raw and blissful. "We already established this yesterday… It was just for yesterday. A single day."

"Fine," Amelia said, gulping the knot in her throat as she looked downwards. "So, keep telling the story. You're not done, are you?"

"You're right, I'm not."

Eleanor wanted to sigh again, but she felt like she was sighing way too much this day already. She wanted a break. She wanted her daughter's arms. Sadly, it looks like Amelia wasn't available right now, by the way she looked rather annoyed at the moment.

She exhaled and emptied her head from her carnal desires, and instead focused on her story. She had to tell her daughter the rest of it, still. The main part. Was she going to tell her about everything that they discussed in the meeting? It felt like a lot, and also Meryl had said some things really toxic in the middle. Eleanor felt like she didn't have the patience or head to deal with it.

"I'll be short, then," she said, quickly. "Mother wanted me to be the new CEO," flatly, Eleanor delivered the news.

"What," Amelia's eyes went very wide at this moment. She was really caught by surprise. "Wait, are you serious?!" Amelia quickly raised from the couch as she looked at her mother, "Really?! This is great! It's awesome!!" Amelia, as if forgetting the reason she was trying to look angry, just cheered.

"I…" Eleanor didn't say anything. She really wasn't expecting her daughter to have that reaction. She imagined she would be just dumbstruck and have no sudden reaction, just like Eleanor did when she heard the news.

"This is just the best! I know you'll be the greatest CEO ever, I just know it!"

"Amelia, I…"

Before she could say it, Amelia had crossed the distance between them and she excitedly jumped into her mother's armchair, right into her lap and hugged her closely.

"I'm so, so, so happy for you, mom!" Amelia said, smiling as she wrapped her arms around her mother, making Eleanor even more flabbergasted.

It was easy to see why Amelia was so excited. She knew how hard Eleanor had to work every day, and how dedicated to her job she was. Previously, Amelia had thought Eleanor was excessively obsessed about her job, but in the last week she could reassess why Eleanor was working so hard.

She was the only one that saw the real reason for it. That was why she was so excited. To be the new CEO was like all of her effort paid off. She could only imagine how happy her mother was, and that made Amelia happy as well.

Although… Eleanor wasn't happy.

"I didn't accept it," Eleanor broke Amelia's thoughts, suddenly.

"What?" her daughter asked, releasing Eleanor and seeing she was looking away from her face. "Why not?" she said, confused.

Eleanor frowned. She didn't want to say it. Especially now, that she saw that her daughter was so content. She never imagined Amelia would be so happy to hear the news.

"Tell me, mom," insisted Amelia.

"Your grandmother's sick," she said, finally, after a moment of silence.

"What…?" Amelia almost couldn't take the levels of emotion in that moment.

"She's sick, that's why she wanted me as the CEO," she repeated, and then she couldn't handle it anymore. Eleanor wrapped her arms around Amelia and pulled her firmly against her as she hugged her daughter very close, needing her warmth. "My mother's sick, baby. Forever…" Eleanor gave in to her feelings. Her words flooded her heart - up until that point empty - with sadness, and it overflowed her feelings until it went over the top.

She cried. She put her head against her daughter's neck and, quietly as she could, started to cry again. For the second time, she was relying on her daughter's warmth to comfort her, feeling ashamed to be so weak around the one she should be protecting.

Struck with paralysis, Amelia just didn't know what to do at that moment. Her cute, adorable and strong mother was again crying on her, showing how flawed and human she was. She suddenly understood everything. Amelia felt dumb for not realizing. That's why she was so off during the morning, and was so clingy the whole day.

Amelia realized it now. Her mother was sad. She was nervous and anxious. She needed someone to be there for her. Amelia's eyes got wet as well, and she quietly wrapped her arms around Eleanor, shushing her as she caressed her red silky hair.

"You should've told me sooner, stupid," Amelia berated her mother in a non-serious tone. "You can cry, mom…" she hugged Eleanor tenderly and glued their bodies as she could, not minding that her leg was in an uncomfortable position for it.

"Why do I feel like this? Even though… she's a…" Eleanor sniffed, and then she decided to say something different, "…bad?"

"Of course you do, silly," whispered Amelia, smiling to herself, stroking her mother's hair slowly, "I mean. You still love her, don't you?"

Tears fell Eleanor's rosy cheeks as she hugged her daughter very tightly. She let out a hiccup as her daughter's words invaded her chest without permission and made her realize her own feelings. The following cry Eleanor let out her lips were ugly. It started low, and quickly built up in volume as the tears welled up on her eyes before falling down in big salty dollops as her pained cry of relief and sadness echoed the otherwise empty living room.

"It's okay, mom," Although hearing her mother crying so earnestly was heartbreaking, it was something that her mother needed to do to feel better, so Amelia toughed it up. How many times has my mother done the same to help me? It's only natural for me to do the same back, now , "You can cry as much as you want," she said, almost whispering, as she stroked her mother's hair.

"Thanks…" a very muffled voice reached her daughter. It was very stuffed and scratchy, but it was her mother's voice nonetheless. "I just can't believe this is happening…" Eleanor tightened her arms around her daughter's hips.

"I know…" Amelia answered honestly. She didn't even know yet what kind of disease her grandmother had, but it sounded so out of this world.

"I wished she told me sooner…" Eleanor sniffed and grabbed her daughter's clothes strongly as she let her feelings out. "That stupid mother … I barely have time with her now… If I… only knew sooner… !"

"I'm so sorry, mom…" was all that Amelia could think. Thinking about it, if Eleanor had a disease and she didn't tell Amelia about it, she would also be pretty upset. "I get you," she offered a tiny comfort.

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Running a careful digit across the cut on her index finger, Eleanor looked at herself in the mirror, after freshening up. The cut was a bit deeper than she'd hoped for. It was a good thing that Amelia acted as fast as she did. The cut itself was now closed, but she was afraid that it would leave a scar behind.

Smiling, she remembered her daughter's warmth and decided to leave the other matters behind. She grabbed another band-aid from the bathroom cabinet and then walked back to the living room quietly. She was now proper and well put together again, now dressed in light and fuzzy winter robe. She also didn't feel as miserable as she did before.

Reaching the living room she saw her daughter all across the room and inside the kitchen close to the counter while she finished with the dishes. Amelia, who never did any house chores until Saturday, was now making so much to help.

"No wonder mom was surprised when I told her she was helping," whispered Eleanor, to herself.

Eleanor walked to the kitchen slowly, looking at her daughter with appreciative eyes. She couldn't help but look how cute she was, wearing all these light layers of clothes. She still insisted on the shorts, however. Eleanor didn't understand how she was able to stand the cold air, even with the heater on.

"Still busy?" Eleanor said, when she got to the kitchen,

"What? Oh, not really," said Amelia. She hadn't noticed her mother approaching her, and instantly noticed how terrible it was to just scare her mother like that earlier.

"Amelia, don't move…" Eleanor said before her daughter could turn around, raising her voice just a bit. "There's something on you."

"What? Something? What is it? A bug?!" Amelia froze instantly. "Where is it? Please take it out!" she raised her voice as she closed her eyes, fear running her body. Amelia didn't want to see where it was.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around Amelia's waist and brought her close to a big soft body. It was Eleanor, who had just hugged her daughter close, putting her own face on her daughter's neck.

"Oh, it was just me," said Eleanor.

"You– Don't scare me like that!" Amelia suddenly raised her voice, but relief immediately hit her body,blushing. Eleanor exploded in laughter as she saw her daughter's cuteness.

"See? That's how you scare someone," chuckled Eleanor. She held her daughter closely to comfort her now. Amelia despised bugs, so Eleanor knew quite well that her prank would be effective.

"Ugh, IHateYouSoMuchStupidMother ," Amelia babbled, making Eleanor laugh even more. Eleanor squeezed her cute daughter in her arms even more, and didn't see Amelia complain about it.

"Do you?"

"I do, I take back all of the nice things I said to you. You're just an old hag, ugly~" she turned to her mother and put her tongue out to her, jokingly. Eleanor chuckled a little from the words. She could see that her daughter was simply playing with her, and she didn't dislike it.

"Be careful, a hag likes to eat children, especially cute children like you," she said in return squeezing - suddenly - her daughter's belly and making Amelia laugh from surprise.

They continued to play the game of a hag and the cute lost children for some moments, making cutesy voices of a damsel in distress and the gnarly yet adorable voice of a hungry old witch that was looking for its next meal. They laughed together as they moved around the kitchen's desk from left to right, ending close to the sink, still hugging each other, but now Amelia was facing her mother.

Eleanor sighed, controlling her laughter, who was starting to make her stomach hurt. She looked at Amelia, who was basically in the same position.

Still smiling, Eleanor asked, "When did we become so close?"

"Um, in the last few days? Did you miss the ride, mom?" Amelia noticed her mother was clutching onto something and silently grabbed her mother's hand. Without resisting, Eleanor opened her hand and showed the band-aid she grabbed in the bathroom but still didn't put around her finger yet.

"It's just so crazy, though…" Eleanor whispered as Amelia grabbed the band-aid and without saying anything, she just opened it for her mother.

"Where is it?" Amelia asked, and Eleanor showed her cut finger. Amelia didn't say anything and just put the band-aid on her mother's cut, carefully wrapping it on her finger. "There you go. You know, you could've put it on your own,"

"I just like your hands better," said Eleanor, which was an excuse.

"And you're right…" Amelia whispered, feeling her mother so close, and focusing on her waist as she put her hands on them, slowly. "It was crazy."

"A part of me is afraid that I'm going to wake up and realize that this was just a weird fever dream of mine," Eleanor confessed, raising her daughter's face up to Eleanor's eye level.

"No," said Amelia, shaking slightly her head, "This is real. All of this," Amelia looked at her mother's face, who was now totally bare - without any make-up on. And, even so, Amelia couldn't help but think how beautiful her mother was.

"Everything happened so quickly," Eleanor said, "and completely by chance. It could've played out so differently. Even so… we ended up like this. We got to get so close."

"I'm so glad we did," Amelia said, looking deep into her mother's eyes, "I am finally able to see you like this, eye to eye. I got to meet the real you."

"The real me…?" Eleanor exhaled through her nose, shaking her head slightly.

"Yes," insisted her daughter, "This is you, mom. The wonderful woman I never got to see under the pressure and work that you put yourself into."

Eleanor sighed and she was speechless. She couldn't believe she was speaking to the same daughter of hers. It was as if Eleanor was also observing a completely different person that her daughter was behind the guise of simply being her daughter.

"Are you okay?" Amelia asked, breaking Eleanor's thoughts. Eleanor again focused on her daughter's vibrant eyes. Their faces were so close together, mere inches away. Eleanor felt the urge to get closer to her.

"Yeah, just," Eleanor sighed a little. "It's just so surreal."

"I know that grandmother's situation is rough, but at least she isn't going to die, right?" Eleanor had told the details after she had calmed down. "I'm here with you, mom."

"Thanks, sweetie… for being so understanding…" Eleanor had a big smile now, mostly because she felt proud of Amelia. She hugged her tightly, letting that warm feeling spread on her chest.

"I know you like her," Amelia said, simply. "I can see why you're sad."

Eleanor pursed her lips. By her tone, and the way she phrased it, it was clear what Amelia meant to say. She didn't say anything in return about it, mostly because she couldn't. Instead, she decided to move on from the topic.

"…but I wasn't even talking about this to begin with, when I said it was surreal," she smiled, ruefully.

"What were you talking about, then?" smiled Amelia, swiftly bringing her mother close as Amelia rested her back against the sink.

"You… Us…" Eleanor said, whispering, finally breaking away from her eyes and realizing the ambience, the things around them. Them, so close to each other. "This."

"This?" Amelia smiled devilishly, stretching her back and going in, breaking the distance and gluing their bodies together in a chaste kiss on her mother's lips.

Eleanor broke the kiss almost immediately, grabbing Amelia firmly on her shoulders, slightly pushing her off, "Don't," she said.

"Why not?" asked Amelia. She was held in place by Eleanor, who still didn't release her.

"We're…" whispered Eleanor.

"Do you regret it? What we did," Amelia asked, simply holding her mother's arms.

"No…" Eleanor pursed her lips and she had to shake her head. "But we can't repeat it."

"You're the only one stopping this," Amelia said. "Or what? Are you saying we can't because of God?"

"No, of course not, but this is just a little bit… wrong . Religiously or not."

"Do you feel bad when we do it?" asked Amelia. Her eyes lowered and wondered without destination as she thought about the question herself, "Are we really doing something wrong?"

" Of course I don't feel bad. It's the opposite, in fact," Eleanor turned face away from her daughter. "But we can't, Amelia. We can't actually do it." It hurt Eleanor's heart to actually say these words. For some reason, even though it should be easy for her to do it, Eleanor was having a hard time actually speaking these words.

"You're just running away again, aren't you?" Amelia simply said. This time, she wasn't angry or accusing her mother. She was tranquil and serene. She reached a hand to her mother's face, making Eleanor face her again. "You're just denying yourself, just like you did in the last 8 years."

"I'm not," Eleanor shook her head. "I just can't ignore how society sees incest."

"How do you feel about it?" asked Amelia instead.

"I…" Eleanor whispered, her eyes trembled while looking at Amelia, and so she lowered her eyes, in thought.

"Yesterday I was thinking about this. I did think about this, you know, when you were talking with Kate," Amelia said, and she got her mother's attention. "I asked if I really wanted to do this. I didn't just fling myself into your room yesterday."

"What did you think about, in the end?"

"That, despite you being my mother, you're a hell of a woman. That I respect you as a person. And, no matter what happened, I was fine with it."

"I see…" Eleanor blushed. She felt honored. "That's why you're so adamant today? You decided to ignore what society thinks because you respect me, and don't care what happens next?" the way Eleanor was looking back at Amelia, it was like she was waiting for an answer that would take her doubt away.

Amelia chuckled for a bit. She broke away her mother's hold and got to hug her back. Eleanor didn't complain or refused the closeness.

"It's not like I don't know incest is wrong. However, we're the only ones involved in this. We're not hurting anyone, and we both want this. Well, I want this. I want to feel close to you. I got to see a glimpse of my mother behind just being a mother, and I want to see it more. Isn't it the same for you?"

Eleanor's eyes widened a bit. The glimpse of the person behind just being what they know. In this case, the person behind her daughter besides being her daughter.

"I… I want to know you, Amelia," her mother said. And for once, her heart exploded in feelings she didn't account for. Like excitement building up without limitation.

"I want to know you, mom. As Eleanor Whitfield," Amelia brought her face close to her mother's face once more. "Forget what society would think of us for now. They can't see us inside our houses. Especially during this storm."

"Well… given society nowadays, I'd bet they have some ways to watch us," Eleanor said, a cheeky smile on her face, "But I get the point," Eleanor was the one to bring her daughter closer this time. She put her arms around her and pulled her into her face.

"Uh-oh, lady! You're very close now," Amelia wrapped a hand on her mother's back, steading her and keeping her some distance. Their breaths were so close together and they were so close. "Are you sure you want to get that close to your daughter ?"

"Don't tease your mother, young lady," and Eleanor didn't wait for a reply as she closed the distance by kissing her again.

Immediately, Amelia melted as she felt the warmth of her mother run her own body. Their hands traveled each other's body tenderly as they wrapped in a tight hug to each other, as well as their mouths, rubbing their lips continuously, breaking apart just to meet again over and over.

"Get me… to the table," Amelia said, between kisses. She was getting hot from the love, her mother's mouth exploring hers lovingly but in a chaste way. She wanted and needed more.

Eleanor obliged, she managed to twirl her daughter and guide her steps back until they were - while still kissing - against the table. Amelia managed to sit on top of it with Eleanor's help, and Eleanor quickly grabbed her daughter's juicy thighs, who were exposed since she was wearing shorts. Amelia chuckled, muffled, against her mother's lips.

"Do you like your daughter's silky white thighs?" said her daughter, then she grabbed her mother by the robe and pulled her in, their lips rubbed together again and Amelia sneakily added her tongue in, licking her mother. Electricity ran both of their bodies at the sudden new touch.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Amelia pushed her mother away, suddenly laughing, and Eleanor joined in for a bit.

"Well, it's the only mouth I have, mother," she said, trying to hold her smile back. "Can't I kiss you with it? I really, really want to," she teased, feeling her core heat up as she flaunts a flirty smile.

"You're so horny, aren't you?" her mother teased right back.

"Maybe I take after you," Amelia used a sultry and provoking tone of voice to answer her.

Eleanor went in for her daughter's neck, licking her and making Amelia shiver as she leaned her back out on the table. Her mother continued and started to kiss and suck her daughter's skin, hearing the sultry gasps and sighs Amelia let escape her mouth. These sounds were like heaven to Eleanor, whose heart started to race, her body getting warmer.

She then stopped for some seconds, breathing harder, getting a grip on herself. I'm actually doing this , she thought. I'm doing this again.

"Feeling better?" Amelia gently asked. She also stroked her mother's shoulders, too. She didn't know why Eleanor had stopped, but she was also taking a break of her own to think and calm down from their kisses.

"I… yes," Eleanor said, after she realized what Amelia was asking. "Were you trying to cheer me up?"

"Of course. I don't want you to be sad… But I didn't lie, either. I don't want to stop. Not like this. I'm not ready for this to end just like it did yesterday. Not when we spend today so close."

Eleanor didn't say anything in return. But she squeezed her daughter's shoulders. She was blushing, but Amelia couldn't see. Eleanor was thinking about how wonderful the day was, even though she felt bad during the majority of it. Even though she had cried and felt miserable. She couldn't even be sad when her daughter was there hugging her, saying cute things about her while being so understanding of her situation. Such wonderful words.

It didn't feel real. To think she had raised such a mature daughter while she wasn't looking.

"…How are you?" Eleanor asked.

"I'm good."

"Is that all?"

"Well… a bit sore."

Eleanor giggled softly. "Just a bit?"

"Alright, you got me," Amelia smiled shyly. "But I'm good. Yesterday… I can't stop thinking about it," she bit her lower lip slightly. "It felt so good. I don't regret anything. Anything at all. You were amazing… I'll cherish this for the rest of my life."

Such contrasting feelings. Eleanor was feeling bad about her mother, but she was over the Moon because of her daughter.

"I'm so glad, Amelia…" she smiled, in the end. She decided to let go of her grievance for now. Her daughter was the one worth putting attention and effort, and she realized that. "I also will do the same, for the rest of my life. Along with what we are about to do next…"

Amelia grabbed her mother's neck, her other hand was caressing Eleanor's face, holding it in place as she leaned in again. "Get over here," she told her in a low whisper.

"With pleasure," Eleanor answered, a sultry smile on her face.

They closed the distance together and this time Eleanor's tongue was the first to slip out of her mouth. Amelia was second. Their tongues met in the middle and they fought for dominance for a second while rubbing each other, sending sparks and shivers down their body as both moaned and breathed harder.

Both melted in pleasure as their tongue slipped against each other, their saliva was warm and fueled their passion as Eleanor managed to slip her tongue in on her daughter's mouth. The deafening pleasure made Eleanor only pay attention to the body she was hugging and embracing, as their mouths danced and explored each other's. Amelia had her hands over her mother's jaw when she guided her to the spot that made her tremble and moan in pleasure.

Minutes were lost in steamy kissing as her daughter accepted and reciprocated each hot touch with one of her own. At this point in time, both of them were breathing hard and smiling to each other as they continued to kiss passionately. It wasn't blinded in fury all the time, like how it had started. It had its calm moments before escalating again to passionate and hot french kisses.

Amelia was the one who had enough first, or rather, the one who got impatient first. She pushed her mother out slightly and they both passionately looked at each other. Eleanor looked with curious, but intense eyes at her daughter, already expecting her to come up with some demand. Amelia was bothered in her legs and in her heart. Kissing her mother for so long had made her desperate and blind for new and more intense pleasure.

"Take your dick out," she moaned, still breathing hard.

A part of Eleanor imploded at that moment. This part of her was already stripping her daughter only to mount and pound her. But that imagination didn't come to fruition. Instead, Eleanor held her daughter's hips and - still panting - said, "No, I can't right now, baby."

"No, don't say no to me," whined Amelia, frustrated. Amelia put her face on her mother's ears, whispering. "I need you so much - I'll do anything," her legs wrapped around her mother's hips and glued them to her still clothed crotch. Amelia could feel how erect her mother was through the robe. It was painfully obvious. "Please, mom."

Eleanor had to clench her jaw painfully hard so she didn't do anything. Yet, she pulled daughter in for a calm and tender kiss, which Amelia didn't refuse. Amelia moaned as she felt her mother tongue insert dominance and penetrate her mouth slowly. They both moaned, and after some minutes of kissing, their breaths went back to normal and Eleanor managed to take her daughter's legs out of her hips.

Eleanor finally broke the kiss again, and she licked her own lips, tasting her daughter's saliva. "We'll make love later, but I still need to do some things first," Eleanor said.

"Promise me," Amelia said, looking away. "Promise me we're doing it again and you're not just tricking me," Eleanor found it cute that she was being so stubborn over something like this.

"Am I a liar?" Eleanor chuckled a bit, feeling herself become less excited with each second.

"Well…" Amelia started and Eleanor chuckled.

"I promise you," she said, these thrilling words making her shiver before she leaned in and kissed her daughter's cheek some times. "I'll spoil you later," Eleanor stroked her daughter's belly slowly, "Lots and lots…"

She had thrown into space that 'Just for tonight' sentence. She felt like she had deserved it to spend more time with her wonderful daughter. And she also felt like spoiling her after what Amelia did today. She cheered me up so much. If she wants this… I also want to give it to her.

"Then, can we watch a movie later tonight?" Amelia asked, raising her eyebrows, looking back at her mother. Eleanor laughed a bit at this.

"Didn't we just watch one today? But of course," she smiled.

"Can we make popcorn too? Oh, and can we stay up until morning?" she asked, getting more excited while she proposed more and more stuff.

"Popcorn's fine, but I have work tomorrow," Eleanor chuckled.

"But you promised me," moaned Amelia, pouting at her mother. Eleanor laughed, wondering where this cute side of Amelia spawned from.

"We can still do some of these things tomorrow," Eleanor helped her daughter off the table as they looked at each other. "Now, how about we call Kate together this time? Instead of you locking yourself in your room."

"I don't really wanna, though…" Amelia sheepishly looked away.

"Come on. It would make me really happy if you did," Eleanor insisted for a bit, although she was mostly joking.

"That's blackmail, you know?" Amelia said, making Eleanor chuckle in response; she wasn't expecting that answer.

"How exactly?"

Notes:

Well, well, well?

What do you think? Any comments or thoughts are welcome.

In any case, have a good one. Thank you for reading it!

Chapter 14: Lights Out

Summary:

High desires can lead to unimaginable heights.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

In the living room, Amelia and Eleanor were both on the couch as they held the tablet together. Amelia was there by her mother's request, and Eleanor was gently smiling to the screen in front of her as she looked at her adorkable little child. She had somewhat wavy rusty hair, with bright green eyes that shone with innocence. Her skin was light olive and was smooth. Her entire face displayed all of her energy and youth.

"Now, baby, it's curfew time," Eleanor said, after feeling her older daughter grabbing her inner thigh once again in a suspicious manner, that indicated her impatience.

Amelia clearly wanted that talk to be over, and that was the third time she had groped her mother like that.

"Aww, but it's still early, I wanna play more, mommy. Can't I?" Kate asked, with the same spunky innocence that made Eleanor smile sweetly at her. Given the circumstances, she sometimes wondered how such a cute little goblin could be spawned into this world from something that was half her. It made her glad.

"I guess, if Auntie Debbra lets you, that is," said Eleanor.

"You're being way too lenient with her, mom," said Amelia. "C'mon, Kate, you should just go to bed like a good girl," said her older sister.

"And who asked you, meanie?" Kate says, angrily.

"Hey, I'm your big sis, you should also obey me, you know?"

"Hmph, who said that I should obey you? You don't even have the same hair color that I do, maybe you're not even my sister!"

Amelia only laughed, mockingly. "I'd wish, so I wouldn't feel bad and I'd bully you to my heart's content," said her, with a pleased smile.

"Amelia," Eleanor berated, "if you want to tease, that's fine, but don't go overboard!" Amelia retracted at the same second. "And you, Kate," Eleanor had to take a deep breath for this one. Offending Amelia like that was a big offense, but Kate was just too naive to understand that. Eleanor couldn't say something harsh to her, so she took a step back. "Don't ever say such things to your sister ever again, okay?" she said, in a more calming tone, "We're all family, and we love each other. Got it?"

"Sorry, mommy…" said Kate. She had an idea of what she just said was wrong, but she couldn't help when Kate antagonized Amelia so much.

"You too, Amelia. Bullying someone is never ok, and you know this. Apologize. Now," Eleanor turned her head to her oldest daughter. She used eyes and a tone that showed to Amelia that she wasn't going to accept a no as an answer at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Kate," said Amelia. Amelia said so with sincerity in her heart. For once, she noticed that she was being childish by fighting with her 8 year-old sister. And she didn't want to appear childish in front of Eleanor. Not anymore, after all of what happened. "I won't bully you, ever. I was just kidding. It was a bad joke."

Eleanor smiled proudfully when she heard her daughter's words and she promptly caressed her daughter's knee, showing that she was grateful for these words.

"Kate… You still haven't apologized to your sister," Eleanor tried.

"I… I'm sorry too, Melia. I won't say you're not family anymore," Kate followed up, and looked at Eleanor instead. Kate felt guiltier from being berated by her mother, her figure of authority, than feeling grateful from the sudden grown-up words of her sister.

"See? That's more like it," said Eleanor in a smile. "Now, sugar, it really is becoming late. Can you pass your phone to Auntie Debbra?"

"Kay," said Kate, returning a bit to her normal mood.

" Auntieee ~" Eleanor could hear a adorable yelp on the background as Kate was running somewhere with the phone.

Meanwhile, Eleanor returned her attention to her older daughter after muting the mic, whispering, "Amelia, darling, this is a little inappropriate at the moment…" complained Eleanor, as she felt her daughter's hands rubbing her crotch slowly over her panties and robe, making her robe become tight with her erect cock little by little.

"You're taking too long," said Amelia, not caring about her mother's words as she slowly stroked and felt her mother's big bulge slowly and wantonly, teasing her mother as to make her harder and thicker on her hands.

"Hnng… Amelia… stop…" whispered Eleanor, stifling a moan when Amelia squeezed her dick. Not feeling like taking her hands out of the way, but not completely fine with her actions either.

"Make me…" whispered her daughter, getting a tight hold on her mother's member, that made Eleanor shiver slightly.

"Ah, Eleanor, good evening!" suddenly, a cheerful voice echoed on the phone, startling Eleanor, who was half lost in her pleasure.

"Ah! Debbra! Evening!" said Eleanor, quickly getting a hold of her naughty daugher's hands and swatting away urgently. Debbra only laughed.

"Darling, you're still muted," said Debbra, showing a teasing smile at the camera. Eleanor promptly unmuted the microphone, still feeling a tad shy by the whole conundrum.

"Sorry about that. Good evening, Debbra," she smiled, trying to compose herself.

"Good evening, Ms. Bloomberg," said Amelia, innocently, as she leaned over her mother to fit into the screen together with her.

"Oh, Amelia. How are you?" asked the woman. She had very short blonde hair, was a little older than Eleanor but covered her age with make-up. In Amelia's eyes Debbra wasn't as beautiful as her mother by a long shot, but that in the end was just her opinion.

"I'm fine, thanks, Ms. Bloomberg."

Amelia didn't care about the call and was still trying to find purchase against Eleanor's frantic moves. She managed to find a hole in her mother's defense and snuck a hand on her robe to hold her dick again.

"Amelia~" whispered Eleanor in an urgent tone.

"What?" answered her daughter, innocently, her fingers enjoying feeling her mother's penis twitch. It was getting so big and quickly; it was clearly enjoying the attention she gave it.

"Amelia, can you give us a little bit of room so I can…" Eleanor suddenly stopped herself from moaning as Amelia squeezed her cock nicely. "Please?" Although Eleanor almost moaned, she suddenly shot a glance at her daughter that mustered all of her icy authority she learned throughout the years of motherhood and also of being a superior.

Eleanor was clearly drawing a line. Amelia looked at her mother's gaze and her shoulder stiffened immediately. She noticed she had crossed a line her mother didn't like.

"Yeah, sure, mom," Said Amelia, gulping. "I, uh… nice to see you Ms. Bloomberg. Say hi to Eve, okay?"

"Will do," waved Debbra, slightly. "Take care, missy."

"Kay," with a short reply, Amelia excused herself from the sofa and then the living room, quickly going upstairs. After some seconds, Eleanor composed herself and sighed longly. What a troublemaker, she thought.

"She's so big now," said Debbra after she saw Amelia leave.

"Right? Sometimes I wonder where that cute little pie I raised went," Eleanor chuckled a bit, reminiscing. Debbra joined in.

"They grow up so fast. Well, how is she? It's been a while since I met her. Seems like you've been bonding, she seems really close to you."

"Well, she's been getting a little bit restless with the prolonged storm. And since Kate isn't here, she's getting nosier every day," was the excuse she came up with. "What about Eve, how is she taking the storm?"

"Evie? You know how she is, she's been holed up in her room just like the usual, especially with the kids running around the house," Debbra took a sneaky glance to her side to see if anyone was within a earshot before continuing, "She's been jacking off all day long, by the stench on her room when I went inside. Ugh, it's unbelievable."

Eleanor chuckled a bit, making sure she didn't laugh too loudly; she felt her cheeks grow warmer. "Oh, my God, Debbra," she tried to hold her emotions, as she felt just a bit awkward about how she should react. "Seriously?" Although Eleanor shouldn't, her already erect dick throbbed at the thought of the dirty habits of her daughter's friend.

"I wish I was. She never leaves that room, I bet she's been watching porn the whole day. I wouldn't mind that much if she at least opened the door a few times - you know, let that room breathe a little. The stench impregnates the room even with the vents," sighed Debbra, "It must be heaven not having futa daughters, right?"

"Well," Eleanor smiled naughtily. She looked to the stairs and then to Debbra. The way her brain was wired in that moment was not the best, and she was still a bit foggy from the pleasure and lust. That combined made her say the next few words. "Wanna know a dirty secret?"

Debbra stopped. She looked at Eleanor's face. A face that immediately made her remember the younger Eleanor. A face that made her heart quicken in instinct.

Since they were teenagers, whenever Eleanor made this face, nothing good came out of it. It's been such a long time that Debbra couldn't help but feel nostalgic a bit.

"I don't know…" said Debbra, but her face was betraying her, as she half smirked already, her cheeks getting slightly red. "What did you do?" she whispered.

"This week," whispered Eleanor back, getting close to her friend as her smile got even naughtier. Debbra own's face was making Eleanor feel nostalgic. For a while, Eleanor had forgotten her age and reverted to her old teen self. With a Debbra that was her best and closest friend. "I entered Amelia's room, right? And there she was, naked , after masturbating." For a fraction of second Eleanor thought of displaying all of the scenes to her friend, but decided against it.

"No waayy…" said Debbra, with wide eyes. "You didn't knock?" asked Debbra. She was trying to hold back on asking the juicy details herself.

"I've forgotten," she said, honestly. Debbra looked at Eleanor and bit her lower lip softly.

"Tell me the details later?" she whispered, getting closer to her mic. Such a juicy topic. Talking while little secrets about their daughters. It was kinda fun. It made her feel like they were close together again, even if just slightly. Her mind couldn't help but go back to that infamous beach trip together.

"I'll think about it," said Eleanor. She wasn't even sure anymore - Eleanor finally getting self-conscious about her words - about telling such a particular matter to Debbra, because Amelia now was more than just her daughter. And Debbra…

"You meanie… my wife has been neglecting me during this storm and even before it, too…" she sighed. "I'm crawling up the walls here, you know?" she whispered back, sighing.

"That reminds me," Eleanor swiftly changed topics, "Thanks for taking care of my Kate, I hope she's of no trouble."

"Of course not," Debbra rolled her eyes and then went along with Eleanor, "She's behaving herself, and my little daughter loves that she's here. They're playing all day long after homeworks."

"Good, and don't be afraid to berate her if she does something wrong or doesn't obey you. And tell me right away if she's unruly," Eleanor continued.

"Don't worry, don't worry… What a worrywart," Debbra laughed a bit. "You're so different from highschool."

Eleanor sighed. If she had a penny for every time she heard that from Debbra. "Right. Sorry. So, you can let Kate play a little more if you want, but don't let her stay up too late."

"Got it. Don't worry, their curfew time is soon." Debbra had a smile on her face, like she is a teenager that is being bossed around by her parents and is finding this fact very amusing. "I'll make sure they'll sleep tight after it."

"Okay," nodded Eleanor. She felt relieved that she didn't give in to the temptation of talking about her daughter's privacy like she's gossiping about the neighbor. "Thank you for everything. I'll see you later."

"Don't be shy, Eleanor…" Debbra offered a friendly smile. She watched her old best friend turn off the call and then she let out a deep sigh. She got up from where she was sitting and then returned Kate's cellphone to her, politely leaving for the bathroom right after.

There she took out her phone from her pants, quickly going to her Instagram, where she found Amelia's profile. Amelia had a stylish profile pic as an avatar, one that she took when she went on a little school vacation with everyone. She had big sunglasses on her face and a beanie covering her brunette hair.

Debbra sighed, opening the toilet seat as she unbuckled her jeans and took her penis out, one eye still looking at Amelia's profile. She scrolled down slightly to Amelia's last post. A picture of her on her bed. A selfie through and through, nothing more. The text read "Bored at home, being snowed-in sucks" With some tired emojis.

Debbra's cheeks gained a pinkish hue as she remembered the words her friend just told her. Naked, after masturbating. She slowly bit her lower lip as that image filled her mind. Her penis reacted to it, giving the slightest throb still on her hand.

"Ah… Eleanor, if you're not going to tell me the full story, you shouldn't even start it," she said, regretfully.

She then dispelled the thought immediately, and while smiling, took her lust somewhere else. Like her wife, for example.

She sighed ruefully, "It's so impossible to have some quiet time with an extra kid around, though. It's already hard as it is with my two daughters… Having to watch my wife's bubbly butt around and not being able to give a good spank, how is this fair?" she then remembered her adorable wife looking after the kids. "Oh, but heavens, she loves it, doesn't it?" Debbra asked herself, smiling at how she absolutely glows when she's taking care of them.

Debbra then shook her penis, taking the rest of her urine out before wiping it, "Talking about it, Eleanor still didn't remarry. Perhaps she's just not interested in it anymore? For a sex hound like her, I wonder if she's getting any."

(…)

Sounds of smacking lips echoed on Eleanor's room as she pressed her body against her daughter, tasting her mouth without any reservation. Eleanor's hand slid down her hip as she turned Amelia around and pinned her against a wall, quickly deepening their kiss as Amelia moaned and squirmed under her mother's ministrations.

Eleanor took a lock of her daughter's hair as she pushed her tongue further into her mouth, making Amelia's shiver and moan in pleasure, feeling how her mother guided her and touched her. She had - once again - no reaction to her mother being so firm and assertive with her.

"Mother," moaned Amelia, when Eleanor released her lips, but only for half a second. Amelia shivered again as Eleanor pressed her lips together once again, and their mouths and tongues connected.

Eleanor's hands guided her daughter, and then they quickly made their way to her bed. Eleanor broke the kiss again, but only to push her daughter down on her bed. Amelia squealed from the surprise and then looked up, seeing her mother look down on her with a predatory gaze that made her core tingle in anticipation.

Once again, daughter was getting ready to be bred by her own mother.

Eleanor smiled, a smirk that had the confidence to turn the world over in her hand if necessary, and she was using that to imagine how she was going to do her own daughter once again. She was pretty horny and ready for it, not even a single drop of regret or doubt in her mind. In fact, when she reminds herself of what she's going to do, it is like adding fuel to a burning fire.

But, at the same time, it wasn't just lust that moved her action either.

Eleanor set the mood a bit by putting some music to play in the background. Something moody but not exceedingly lustful. One might say romantic.

"Is the music really needed?" asked Amelia, smiling.

"Well… not really, but I like it," Eleanor said, still smiling, despite her daughter's question. "Now, now, young lady, do you really know what we're doing right now?" she turned her eyes to her daughter, glancing at her sideways.

"Um, yeah?" she said, Amelia bit her lip. She was suddenly reminded of it, and her gaze lowered to her mother's crotch, where she could see a big bulge protruding from her robe.

"Do you? Because you're still awfully dressed for the occasion," she smirked as she glanced forwards, her hand slipping inside her robe, slowly taking it off, revealing her whole body naked to Amelia.

Amelia's eyes widened as she got lost in the image of her mother. Her curvaceous and chubby yet sexy body. Mature, but still beautiful with her almost flawless skin. Her eyes quickly wandered to her breasts that were large and slightly hanging, but still pleasing to watch. Her nipples were hardening and getting more noticeable. Her mother's belly was slightly protruding but in a cute way that made you want to kiss it, and looked very soft to touch, just like her hips and thighs. And then her cock. Her beautiful cock, that Amelia looked so much in the last few days and still awed her to no end.

Then something clicked in Amelia, and she realized that she really was still fully dressed. She then quickly started to take her clothes off, to her mother's amusement. Eleanor turned her attention to the bedside table, and then quickly retrieved an important item for later.

Sitting on the bed while stroking her penis, Eleanor enjoyed that moment, taking it in how her daughter undressed. Usually the most unsexy moments in a porn or erotica, and yet it seems so fascinating to her at that moment. Just for the simple movements that she made, how she seemed to be hurriedly taking off her clothes. It made everything seem more raw and real.

"No need to rush," said Eleanor, smiling. She then approached her daughter and grabbed her by her shoulders, putting her close to her as they both laid on the bed. "You're awfully cute," she couldn't help herself but make the comment.

"W- what…?" Amelia didn't see that coming, and then her mother suddenly took her lips, interrupting her mid-sentence. Amelia moaned. Her head spinned as her tongue was licked by her mother. Why, she thought, Why does it feel so great? a strand of saliva connecting their mouths as they broke the kiss. "Mother…" she mumbled in a raspy voice.

Eleanor properly put Amelia on the bed and climbed on top of her, putting herself in the middle of her daughter's legs, which were still dressed. She helped her daughter strip, revealing her daughter's underwear. A cute pair of matching yellow bra and panties.

"Cute," said Eleanor, matter-of-factly, "Were you hoping for us to do it today?"

Amelia turned her face to the side, her cheeks getting redder by the second as her chest started to beat faster. Eleanor was dead right, and Amelia couldn't handle that she was put in that position and then teased like that.

"Well, you got your wish," mumbled Eleanor in a whisper. She then closed in and started to kiss her daughter's neckbone . From there, she slowly went up to her neck, starting to suck and slightly bite her skin.

"Ahh…" moaned Amelia as she felt her mother's touch.

Getting lost in the moment, Eleanor closely and slowly teased her daughter to put her into the same mood as her. She teased her crotch sometimes, but most of the time peppered her skin with touches and kisses as they continued to slightly tease each other.

"Please, I can't take it anymore…" moaned Amelia. She's been holding her desire the whole day and her mother seemed to be more interested in teasing her than actually doing it. It's like she's been afraid of it.

"Why are you in such a rush?" said Eleanor. "You know, I was the best because I know how to tease."

"You tease me way too much," she complained.

"Alright," said Eleanor. She wasn't upset by her daughter's refusal. Everyone liked to do things differently, she just needed to find what her daughter liked the most.

Eleanor laid beside her daughter as she crept in her hand until she was cupping her daughter's crotch over her yellow panties. Electricity ran Amelia's body as she felt her mother rub her slit, even if over a piece of fabric. It made her moan slightly.

"So wet," Eleanor smiled as she felt how badly her daughter wanted her. It made her so happy to feel how warm her crotch was. She continued to caress her daughter slowly, making Amelia wiggle her crotch on her hands.

"Ha… Mom…" she gasped as she felt the pleasure shower her.

"Good girl…" Eleanor crept in and started to kiss her cheek as her hand started to go harder on her, rubbing the fabric over her now puffy lips, making Amelia bit her lower lip while groaning. Smiling, seeing how her daughter was liking it, she intensified her motions a bit.

Eleanor quickly put her hand inside her daughter's panties and found her excited clitoris. She playfully started to knead around her nub, making Amelia gasp harder to her touches.

"Hgnn…" moaned Amelia, as she felt the pleasure intensify. She bit her lower lip harder as she felt her mother finally caress her intimately.

Eleanor continued, picking up her pace as she felt her daughter's lips on her digits and how hard her clitoris was. It excited her so much to see how her daughter was breathing harder and harder, moaning to her touches as she masturbated Amelia. Her own heart was beating faster as she felt more blood being pumped to her shaft.

"Hah…! Mom… this feels so nice…" encouraged Amelia, feeling the pleasure dominate her body as the build up slowly, only starting to accumulate, going up to her head and making everything pink. Her mind became foggy as she concentrated in that pleasure that didn't fade away. "Hnnng…" she let out a bigger moan as her mother started to flick her clit again.

"I see you like being touched here," said Eleanor with a smile as she played with her daughter's clit again, making her tremble in her hands as she spread her hot liquids over her own nub. Slowly, she continued to see how her daughter's reacted to her hand. Her face became flushed pink as her head arched back. Moaning, her eyes couldn't help but flutter from the pleasure.

"Ha… Ha… Mom…!" Amelia's eyes closed as her breath quickly picked up. Her pussy throbbed in pleasure and she opened her legs more in reflex. Her own voice started to go out of her control while she moaned.

Eleanor noticed the signs of her daughter's orgasm and only smiled deeply, making sure she didn't ruin her daughter's orgasm as she kept the same rhythm going. Her hand, trapped inside her daughter's panties, felt like a wet furnace. It felt so hot and wet… it was a wonderful feeling for her. Cum for your mommy, baby… thought Eleanor as she continued to caress Amelia's clit at the same speed.

Amelia's hips started to wiggle in rhythm as her breath quickened, her voice getting louder and higher in pitch, "Haaa…! Moom! Fuck me…!"

Amelia bit her lip suddenly as her hips shoot up abruptly, her legs closing. Her mind exploded in pleasure all of a sudden and she let out a muffled scream as she trapped her mother's hands over her pussy, hot liquids wetting the insides of her panties and her mother's hands as she came over herself blissfully.

Her back slacked after her climax and Amelia was panting hard, it was too cold for her to sweat, but her face was still hot and red as a raging furnace as she looked at the ceiling, dazed from the pleasure she just experienced.

Eleanor's smile widened when she saw her daughter's face. She rolled close to her and then dived her face to her neck, chuckling as she watched her daughter panting. "Are you all tired?" she asked, amused, as her daughter loosened her legs and she could take her hand out of her daughter's panties. Meanwhile, Eleanor was kissing Amelia's neck, who was starting to start to show faint traces of perspiration.

"I'm fine…" Amelia gasped as she took a breather. "That was so good…" she said dreamily. She was also enjoying the hot touches of her mother on her neck, that made her feel like she had died and went to heaven. Still more than turned on, she rolled to her mother's side and hugged her, her lips quickly finding her mother's.

Amelia kissed her mother's mouth without worry as she tasted her, putting her tongue inside her mouth like it was the most common thing in the world. She hugged her by her neck lovingly, entangling herself together with Eleanor.

"Hm… I can see you've enjoyed yourself…" Eleanor mumbled as she smiled happily. For her daughter to gave her such a kiss, she surely must have felt good from her orgasm.

"And now it's your turn, mom," Amelia answered with a smile of her own. She climbed her mother's belly and sat up, showing her yellow bra. Eleanor held her daughter's hips and bit her lower lip as she looked with lustful eyes to her daughter.

Soon, Amelia was taking the straps of her shoulders after unhooking her bra, throwing away the piece of cloth as she freed her twin peaks to her mother, showing how turned on she truly was by how visibly erect her nipples were.

"Hm… so perky," Eleanor purred before biting her lips again, her heart racing faster as she felt her cock harden. Amelia smiled and started to slowly cup her breasts to her mother as she blushed, feeling her mother's gaze on her breasts.

"You like them?" She asked, curiously, as she slightly twisted her own nipples, feeling a slight shock of pleasure from them. Eleanor didn't voice any answer but she slowly nodded her head, still paying close attention to her daughter's mounds. "Do you want me to get closer?"

"Mhmm…" verbalized Eleanor, as she smiled, once again nibbling her own lips softly.

Amelia chuckled a little, intrigued by her own mother acting spoiled while looking at her naked body. Amelia did as her mother said and slowly lowered her breasts to her face. Once again, Eleanor mumbled positively as Amelia finally laid on top of her mother, burying Eleanor's face on her chest.

Eleanor started moaning slightly as she seemed to enjoy herself. Amelia started to gasp in pleasure as she felt her mother kissing and sucking her mounds in a random manner, making her arch her back slightly as Eleanor sucked her nipples and kissed her soft flesh.

"Hmm… they smell so good," Eleanor mumbled in a happy tone as she continued to cover her daughter's soft tits in kisses and nibbles, Her hands lowering and then squeezing her daughter's ass cheeks hard. She continued to spread kisses all over these soft warm flesh covering most of her face. "So nice and soft…"

"Hahh… Hah…" Amelia became more turned on the more she felt her mother's soft touches on her skin, her core becoming even more hotter and damp. "Mom… suck my nipple," she asked and her mother obliged right after, putting the closest nipple in her mouth to properly suck it. "Hnng… yes. More!" Amelia then felt her nipple being sucked harder by Eleanor, feeling her hot tongue caress her tip lovingly, bringing waves of pleasure to her chest. Amelia moaned hotly. She never really knew her breasts could give that kind of pleasure to her. "You're the best, mom…" moaned Amelia as she felt her breasts being pampered by her mother.

Mother and daughter continued to enjoy each other's bodies like this for some time. When Amelia less expected, Eleanor swiftly changed the tit she was sucking and went to her other nipple, making Amelia more turned on and feeling renewed pleasure. "Fuck…" Amelia trembled a bit as she felt her mother playfully bite her nipple softly, making her moan unconsciously. "Do more of that!" she pleaded, instead, and her mother continued to tease and bite Amelia as she rolled her hot tongue all over her nipples, sucking her perky breasts while squeezing her daughter's butt cheeks, just like a spoiled child.

However, everyone has their limits, and Eleanor felt like she had hit hers. After some minutes of playing still with her daughter's chest, she gave her some last kisses before she grunted and then reached out for the hem of Amelia's panties, pulling down to expose her bare ass slightly, since she couldn't pull it completely due to their position. Breathing hard, Eleanor hugged her daughter.

"Baby… Your mother needs some pussy treatment now," said Eleanor, in a pleading tone.

Caught off-guard, Amelia chuckled a bit, still dazed from her own pleasure. "Alright, just give me a sec," she asked, lowering her head to kiss her mother a few times, which Eleanor returned with hungry kisses of her own. "I also need that cock inside me," she whispered after breaking the kiss, and Eleanor bit her lips, holding back her lust that was about to explode.

As soon as Amelia dismounted her mother to take off her panties, Eleanor dashed to the bedside table, grabbing the condoms she had picked up earlier. She quickly opened one and rolled it on her stiff cock. She hated the damn thing, but once again it was the price to have her sweet pleasure.

Eleanor quickly finished her job and then she looked at her daughter again.

Now, she was set on having her daughter play with her cock and then ride her nice and slow, but when she turned around to see Amelia sprayed on the bed with her legs open, invitingly, with a smug smile on her face, asking "Finished yet?" Right then and there, all of Eleanor's plans exploded into smithereens.

As quick as she could, Eleanor mounted her daughter, her cock aimed at her daughter's crotch as she started to grind her hardened dick into her lips, hugging Amelia's legs into her hips as she laid on top of her daughter completely. Daughter and mother once again started to kiss like they needed each other's breath, clinging to each other's bodies, their chest pressed together as Eleanor humped her daughter's hot as furnace crotch.

"That's it, just like that, put it inside," Amelia said, breathless as she continued to kiss her mom, her excitement going through the roof.

Eleanor was also breathless as she grabbed her shaft and directed to her daughter's slick hole. She pushed her hips, using her hands to guide it inside and then she grunted in pleasure as she felt the slick tightness wrapping around her cock. "Fuck…!" she moaned.

"Ohhh!!" Amelia hugged her mother as she tried to relax, feeling that thick member entering her insides and expanding her walls that kept trying to clamp the foreign shaft as it penetrated her. Eleanor held her daughter's hips and then gave it a good shove inside once again, finding more purchase to bury her member deeper in her wet hole. "Hnngg!!" Amelia hugged her mom as she moaned loudly, her pussy losing control and milking that fat shaft inside of her unconsciously as her muscles tried to push it out wetly.

"Hnng…!" grunted Eleanor in pleasure, "Amelia, hold on…" she then pleaded, holding Amelia's hips. Her pussy was milking and tightening Eleanor too strongly. It felt so good that Eleanor was holding her own orgasm already.

"I can't…" gasped Amelia, she was breathing hard as she felt her mother pump her cock in and out slightly, trying to bury herself in more and more, "It's so big… and so nice," she said, breathless. She was used to penetration due to how she masturbated, but when the object was penetrating her without her own control, it felt completely different.

"But I'm going to cum like that," pleaded Eleanor, greeting her teeth and burying herself in more, just to her daughter clamp her cock and push her out wetly with her movements. It felt so hot and moisty, even with her condom, every movement was making her go crazy. She was probably lasting as long precisely because of the extra layer between Amelia and her.

"Then just do it…! You don't need to hold yourself for me!" Amelia held her mother tighter as she wrapped her arms over her neck.

Eleanor grunted and moaned in pleasure. Her daughter's words encouraged her even further to let it go. She laid on top of Amelia and kissed her multiple times as her hips started to grind faster and harder, pushing herself into Amelia's pussy, that welcomed her for some moments only to push it out pleasurably right after.

Their moaning and panting intensified as their hearts raced harder. Their skins rubbing each other excited both of them even further, who couldn't believe how good that moment was.

"Hah… baby… I'm cumming," Eleanor grunted in pleasure, feeling her shaft start to throb intensely. She humped her hips faster into her daughter as she felt her semen start to build up into the base of her cock. She held as long as she could to enjoy the pleasure, but she felt how her daughter was moaning for it, as also how Amelia hugged her hips with her legs, clearly giving her the green sign.

Eleanor felt her orgasm hitting her together with that moment of acceptance, lust and love she didn't feel was possible between mother and daughter. Eleanor grunted in clear lust as she stole her daughter's lips, kissing her passionately as she let out a muffled groan of clear pleasure as her whole body tingled in a big explosion, releasing all of her inside of her own condom, that was deep inside her lovable, beautiful Amelia. Right after, Eleanor feels Amelia squeeze her shaft harder, in waves, almost in sync with the motions of her releasing her semen in her; If it wasn't for this condom… Hnnng ! the thought crossed Eleanor as she continued to grind and fill her condom up. Amelia was also moaning pleasurably in her mother's mouth as they shared her kiss.

Moments after, Eleanor released Amelia's mouth, but her hips kept grinding and her cock still was spasming in pleasure as Eleanor grunted and gasped for air, her spasming cock continued to pump and clench as if trying to fill Amelia even more, even though nothing was being squirted anymore.

Amelia herself was still clenching her walls on her mother's penis, feeling how hot her semen was, even inside the condom. The feeling of being filled with it was still there, and she came to it without even realizing. Still panting for air, Amelia was in the same stupor that her mother was, in her own way. She couldn't believe that such simple and animalistic movements could make her feel like the luckiest woman alive. Her chest felt like it was exploding, and she looked at the ceiling as she heard the calm song that continued to play. She then understood what her mother was trying to say with mood, as her chest blossomed with inexplicable feelings that wanted to burst out without limits.

Her head, however, was turned into mush from all the high feelings, and the only thing running in her head right now was " What is this…? What's this feeling?" as she gasped for air.

Amelia felt her hair being stroked, and she looked to her side, where her mother's face was. She looked at her green jade eyes as she realized how close they were. She then noticed her warmth and their bodies pressed together. Their smell mingling and their hot post-sex breath as they both were panting, that air circulating between them. Eleanor smiled and that made Amelia smile as well. They looked at each other without telling anything for the longest of times, enjoying that moment.

"You look so cute…" Eleanor was the one who broke the silence first, eventually, after they both got their breath back. Amelia's eyes widened a bit and she blushed to her mother's words.

"Look who's speaking…" answered her, as low as a whisper. Amelia snuggled closer to her mom, and Eleanor made room for Amelia, as they both embraced each other closely.

"I'm not cute…" smiled Eleanor, getting comfortable in bed after, her penis still inside Amelia as she moved slowly to arrange herself in her mother's arms properly.

"Yes, you are…" whispered Amelia, and she caressed Eleanor's cheek, "And also very beautiful," her finger caressed her face slowly, her thumb stroking the corner of her eyes gently.

Now it was Eleanor's time to blush slightly with her daughter's words. Eleanor put her hand on her daughter's back and pulled her closer for a slow kiss on her lips. Amelia smiled and kissed her mother affectionately for some time as they continued to snuggle close.

They broke the chain of kisses and Eleanor licked her lips, smiling. She then remembered something. "What time is it? Do you still want to watch that movie we promised?"

"Let me see," Amelia said, stretching herself to her side, while at the same time trying not to distance herself too much from her mother's warm embrace. She grunted a bit, and Eleanor watched with an amused smile her daughter grab – with difficulty – her mother's phone. "There you go!" she handed the phone to Eleanor.

"Thanks," she looked at the time, "It's a bit over nine and a half. Time flies when you're not looking, huh?"

"So… that's a no?" asked Amelia sheepishly.

"No, I promised you. We can squeeze a movie in, but only one," she said. She would probably lose some sleep time if they watched a whole movie, but it's nothing that she isn't used to.

"Thank you," smiled Amelia, happy that her mom agreed to the movie anyway. She really wanted to spend more time with her. "With popcorn, right? You promised."

"Yes, I did. But we should probably rinse off a bit first," she told her, and then she leaned in for a little peck on her lips. Amelia pecked her lips back a few times, not really wanting her to go. She moaned and groaned when she felt her mother pull her penis out of her, and it felt weird to let it go, but she took it out.

Amelia looked down at her mother's crotch, seeing her pull out the condom that was filled with cum. It was very white and it looked thick. She blushed at the thought, feeling her pussy wet itself a bit.

"What?" asked Eleanor, when she saw Amelia looking. Both of them felt a bit embarrassed, Amelia because she got caught staring and Eleanor because she felt awkward handling a condom, something that she rarely did.

"N- nothing, I will rinse off!" She said, getting out of bed and quickly gathering her clothes.

Eleanor watched her daughter running around her bedroom picking up clothes while naked, and took that surreal feeling in. She didn't say anything, but felt how… strange it was. Her daughter was running around naked and doing something that a lover should do, not her own daughter.

Eleanor shook her head slightly, making these thoughts go away, or at least trying. "Y- yeah, I'll do the same."

Amelia eventually left the room and Eleanor was now standing naked in her bedroom. She looked down at her hand, the filled condom still there. Her mind went back a few minutes earlier, when she had just finished orgasming. How close she was from Amelia. How close they were, looking at each other. Her chest pounding with affection for her partner.

Eleanor walked and leaned her right shoulder against the wall, just before the door to her bathroom. "What am I doing?" quietly, she murmured.

Her brain went back to her childhood, she as a kid living happily with Meryl. Still unaware of mostly anything in the real world.

"What am I doing?" she murmured again, running a hand from her forehead to her hair, stroking it down. Her thoughts were all on her mother now. What would she say if she knew? How would she act? She thought about her future once again. She thought about her mother's future too. Her mind was a mess, and she's been fucking her own daughter. And not only that, she has been liking it and even started to expect it to happen more.

"Maybe it's time for me to look for a serious relationship…"

Her mind cuts back to Eleanor looking at Amelia, their eyes so close, their breaths mixing and their naked bodies on the bed, so close to each other. The smile on her face and the way her heart raced for Amelia, the feelings threatening to burst out of her chest.

"No… no. No, I can't possibly ," she shook her head twice, breathing hard. "That was just… me being lonely. That's it." Then why is my heart aching so much when I deny it?

Eleanor pursed her lips, her eyes trembling slightly as she came to that realization.

(...)

Eleanor left the bathroom drying her neck, sighing deeply, a smile back on her face. She tried not to wet her hair so late at night, so she simply took a quick shower to wash off any sweat, and also to warm up a bit. She felt really relaxed now, as she tried to keep her mind off any complicated thoughts.

Eleanor looked at her closet for some time. It was getting late, and she didn't really want to dress up a whole lot. She bit her lip and hesitated a bit before just shrugging "Ah, screw it," she said, grabbing a different snuggly robe - this time white - and boyshorts.

Amelia didn't seem to be done yet, as Eleanor could hear the shower running as she passed through the bathroom. Eleanor then stopped and opened the door slightly, keeping her head out. "Hey, baby, I'm going to go and make the popcorn. Take your time, alright?"

A muffled "Thank you~" echoed. Before Eleanor could close the door, however, Amelia said, "Hey, mom?"

"Hm? Yes, do you need something?" Eleanor asked.

"I…" Amelia said, but then she stopped. "I want mine with extra butter, okay?"

Eleanor raised her eyebrows a bit, confused, but she smiled after. "Alright. Extra butter. Anything more?"

"No. Ah, wait…! Can we watch it in your room?"

"Alright, sweetheart," she said and then closed the door again. Eleanor sighed a bit as she made her way downstairs.

Eleanor put her red thick hair in a ponytail as she decided if she wanted to do the popcorn in a wok or just use microwave ones. Well, Amelia asked for extra butter, so it would be better if she did them normally.

(…)

Entering her bedroom again, now with a big bucket of warm popcorn in hand, she could see Amelia playing with her phone, already on her bed. She was wearing a snuggly and loose fleece pajama with plaid patterns. Eleanor stifled her chuckle as she watched how cute her daughter looked in it.

"I have forgotten I bought these for you. You look so good on them," she said, smiling as she sat on the bed.

"Hey mom, thank you! It is very comfy too. I usually only wear them when it's winter," she said, making some space for her mother as she laid down next to her, the popcorn between them.

"Here's your popcorn, lady."

" Our popcorn," Amelia 'corrected' as she got closer. Amelia put her phone to the side and grabbed the remote.

"What were you doing?" asked Eleanor as she smiled, seeing how her daughter snuggled together with her. Amelia was doing that earlier too, but since Eleanor was feeling depressed, she didn't pay as much attention. Now, however, it was something she couldn't simply dismiss.

Amelia was looking at the stream catalog as she answered, "I was just chatting with my friends, Eve has been nagging me because I wasn't online all day long."

She then looked at her mother again. If it was some days back Amelia would only feel annoyed that her mother asked what she was doing. But now she was… glad she asked. "Thanks for the popcorn, mom," she said.

Eleanor looked at her fresh out of the bath daughter. Her hair was a little wet and her face had slightly pinky cheeks. Eleanor couldn't help herself but to touch her daughter's hair and put it under her ears as she looked at her, tidying her up. Although it was mostly an excuse to touch her.

"You're welcome," she said, even though it wasn't exactly the answer she was waiting for, she rolled with it. "And thank you, for putting up with me today… well… all of last week," she then snickered, ruefully.

"Why say this, all of a sudden?" Amelia said, putting her remote down.

"You know… It's been a long week. We have… gotten closer and then some. I… was behaving a little weirdly at the beginning, though. I took pictures of you, even," Eleanor felt her cheeks get really warm as she spoke about it.

"You know…" Amelia said, putting a hand on her mother's knee. Eleanor looked at her daughter's eyes for a few seconds, and then Amelia continued, "I was really shocked at first, but the more I saw that side of you, the more I… wanted to see it."

"Really?" she asked, and Amelia nodded. "Wasn't I just acting like a fucking whore?"

Amelia blushed at that. "I told you I didn't mean that," she said, sheepishly. "I- I was just a little bit frustrated because…" Amelia proceeded to ramble a bit about her feelings, which Eleanor found very cute. She smiled and held her daughter's hands, grabbing her attention.

"You don't need to explain it," she said to her, in a soft voice, "I got it. It's okay, Amy."

"I just don't want you to have the wrong idea…" she mumbled.

"I don't, Amy. I promise you, okay?" She then nodded, hesitantly. "Now, which movie are we going to see?"

They started to discuss for a bit, and then decided on one. However, not long after the movie starts, Amelia - a little hesitantly - started to talk about their previous topic. Eleanor this time didn't dismiss it. They started to talk about it light-heartedly, giggling and joking about the beginning of the week as they watched the movie and ate the popcorn.

The time passed as they half-watched the movie, mostly lost in each other's company. They'd sometimes stop to discuss what was going on in the movie, mostly casting jokes about cliche tropes and obvious story-writing; mostly on Amelia's side, since she was the one that watched more movies overall. Eleanor was mostly just giggling and guessing what would happen to amuse her daughter.

Either way, they were having a lot of fun as they talked about different topics now and then. Amelia was enjoying her time, more than she realized it herself, and Eleanor was discovering herself again, as she had forgotten how she could have so much fun by doing something so simple.

A little before the third act of the movie, the two main characters started to make out, and that quickly escalated to them getting nude and them throwing themselves into their bed.

Eleanor watched wide-eyed as she put popcorn into her mouth. "Wow, that's… raunchy," the camera wasn't concerned about hiding what the actors were doing together, with little censorship on the shots. Eleanor bit her lip as her cock started to react to the scenes.

"Holy fuck…" Amelia reacted, as she saw the camera change how the actress butt moved under the covers. Her cheeks went red as she watched, "Is this allowed in movies?"

The scene progressed, and it was a long sex scene for a movie, as it lasted for 2 minutes and a half. Enough time for Amelia to remember how she felt under Eleanor earlier, and enough time for her to boldly reach out her hand and cup her mother's obvious bulge under the robe.

Both of them looked at each other. They had already crossed the unbelievable line more than twice now, if you also count how many times they actually did it yesterday. The movie song and the actual scene going on in the screen was like fuel tossed into fire. Eleanor didn't complain and bit her lower lip, feeling her cock get harder as Amelia stroked it over her fabric and panties.

Amelia tossed the popcorn bucket to the side as she got closer, it was basically empty at this point, but it still made a bit of a mess as Amelia got on one of Eleanor's legs and pressed her body on hers, stealing her mother's mouth eagerly.

Eleanor quickly understood her daughter's intentions. Despite her previous reflections before her shower, Eleanor didn't get disgusted or even tried to refuse her. She did the opposite in fact, she became even more turned on by it. Kissing her daughter back, she moaned in pleasure, closing her eyes as her hands wrapped around her shoulders.

They started making out in passion, but Amelia had different plans. She opened her mother's robe and broke the kiss, looking down on her mother's body. Eleanor was panting hard, her lust was going through the roof. Amelia saw her hot mom ready for her and all senses and didn't waste any second, dashing downwards and starting to kiss her mother's body. Panting hard, she started to draw kisses all along her neck bones and went down until she reached her full mountain peaks, making a deep ravine of white skin that practically called her name.

"Look at these tits," Amelia huffed as she buried her face on them, smiling as she kissed them all over, grabbing them and feeling them up as Eleanor moaned through her teeth, Amelia grabbed her mother's tits with both hands and pressed them together, starting to lick Eleanor's nipples one after the other in quick succession before she was full motorboating her mother's breasts lustfully.

"Hngaa!!" panted Eleanor as she felt her daughter pressing her whole face on her breasts as she sniffed them. "Amelia!"

Her daughter immediately took her face out of her mother's cleavage.

"Sorry, they feel so good, though!" said her daughter, still peppering kisses on her skin. "But I don't want to get distracted," Amelia bit her lower lip as she started kissing her mother's chubby belly until she reached her panties. Without saying anything, she just pulled it down with Eleanor's help.

Looking at Eleanor's cock who had just sprung free from her confinement, Amelia gazed at her shaft with a hungry and lustful look on her face. She sighed, starting to feel her legs get wet from her own excitement.

"I can't get enough of this cock," she admitted, biting her lip and moaning to herself as she got her face close to it. "Looks so fucking big," she said and then – without any shame – pressed her face against the base of it, sniffing it deeply.

Eleanor completely shivered with that image, quickly burning it into her brain. Her cock throbbed and became harder when she saw how her daughter behaved.

Amelia breathed out loudly and dreamily, as if she had just inhaled the best scent in the world. "And it smells so good…" she whispered.

This is bad , thought Eleanor as she gazed at her daughter's treatment. I think I might cum with just this.

Historically, Eleanor didn't have quick orgasms or ejaculations, even when she had kinky sex with partners that she considered way more beautiful than Amelia. But even so, something about Amelia simply made her lose her absolute mind like no one else could.

Amelia didn't waste any more of her mother's time, and simply put that warm shaft against her lips and started to slurp it slowly. Eleanor moaned to it, quicky feeling her body shiver to the hot pleasure. Her penis trembled to her daughter's touch as Amelia continued to tease and lick her mother's cock.

"Do you like it?" she asked, kissing the tip of her cock, that throbbed in response.

"Mmph… yes," her voice a little ragged as she felt her cock being pampered. Eleanor brushed Amelia's hair slightly and moaned at her treatment. Amelia smiled and started to suck Eleanor's flushed crown as she pushed her foreskin down, rolling her tongue all around her pink head.

She could feel Eleanor's dick throbbing in excitement as she licked it. She definitely knew her mother was enjoying it… and Amelia's heart was racing. She could feel her chest burst out in excitement, happiness and that little anxiety that made her look forward to what happens next. She used her hand to stroke the base of her mother's penis, pursing her lips for added pleasure, going even further down her shaft. Eleanor quickly moaned her approval, her hand reaching out to Amelia's hair unconsciously.

"Oh, baby… that's…" Eleanor moaned, lost in her pleasure.

Amelia didn't have time to say anything, as she much prefered to keep giving her mother more pleasure; she wrapped her hands around her mother's base and slowly put Eleanor's head in her mouth, starting to provoke it as she rolled her warm and slimy tongue on her tip.

"Ugh…!" Eleanor's other hand held daughter's hand affectionately at the same time she was practically forcing her daughter down on her shaft. However, Amelia didn't need to be pushed – as she was going down on her mother's cock on her own will. She pursed her lips harder and started to suck and taste Eleanor as she buried her cock inside of her. "Ohhhhhh…!!"

Eleanor's eyes went up as her body turned into mush. The pleasure dominated her as Amelia bobbed her head and sucked Eleanor moderately, properly tasting and slurping that hot cock sliding on her mouth, making waves of unending pleasure hit Eleanor.

"Ahh… God…! Oh! Fuck… Suck my cock…!" Eleanor moaned despite herself, the pleasure piercing her brain and making her say what she desired.

Working on that, mom, Amelia thought, a smile appearing on her face as she liked hearing her mother moan. She crept her hands upwards to her mother's trimmed crotch as she complied to her request and started to suck her harder.

Amelia could barely fit that monster into her mouth, and it made her feel so full, and yet so good. Especially that taste invading her throat when she started to push through her limits.

Even so, even if her eyes were starting to water while she sucked her own mother off, she could not deny how horny she really felt. She could feel her mother's hand on her hair while she was bobbing her head. A little more, and Eleanor would be pushing her on and off her cock, setting her rhythm. The thought crossed Amelia's head and turned her on fire, the middle of her legs becoming a furnace, making her rub her thighs together, feeling that pressure on her clit and excited womanhood. She pursed her lips and looked at her mother, her moaning and gasping face, clearly out of focus as she was enjoying her movements – enjoying having her cock sucked – and it made Amelia feel so proud and happy, and made her want to send Eleanor to heaven as well. She wanted Eleanor to enjoy herself, she wanted her mother to cum her balls dry.

Amelia didn't have a lot of experience sucking cock, and she knew that she shouldn't be giving her mother that much pleasure. However she could feel how painfully stiff her mother was as she managed to push Eleanor's cock past the beginning of her throat. Amelia was sure her mother was turned into her moaning mess because she was very excited from being sucked off, and by the way her cock was spasming and throbbing she wouldn't last much longer either. Eleanor was panting and lost in her pleasure to warn her daughter, but Amelia was sure her mother was close.

She grasped onto the shaft and started to jerk her, wrapping and pulling her cock faster and faster as if she was bombing that creamy white semen she knew her mother had. She also pursed her lips harder and started to suck her off faster. She wanted to pull out every drop from her, she wanted Eleanor to cum and she made her mouth as slippery and tight as she could with her saliva and slurping.

The sounds echoed through the room overcoming the movie, who long ago passed through the sex scene. Nobody paid any attention to the movie anymore, however, as the incestuous couple continued her debaucherous bonding.

Eleanor couldn't take it anymore. Her cock was like a time bomb that should've exploded 10 seconds ago. In the last second, she recovered her consciousness enough to have the urge to pull her cock out before cumming. However, Amelia was grasping and jerking her off quickly and didn't stop slurping lewdly on her shaft. Ultimately there wasn't time. Eleanor yelled her orgasm as her cock couldn't withstand even one more second. She came. Hard . She yelled fiercely, exploding, grabbing the mattress instead of her daughter's hair. Her bottom half lost all control as her toes curled and she gritted her teeth, trying to keep her yelling down. Her balls kept clenching with too much force as she spurted cum from her cock almost without any control, her hips shooting upwards with each new – pleasurable to no end – rope of hot spunk that was released.

That was Eleanor's second orgasm that day, so it wasn't as potent as the first one. Even so, Amelia moaned in bliss as she felt rope after rope being shot inside her mouth. It made her cheeks blush fiercely with excitement as she trapped all of that salty and jelly-like liquid that filled her mouth up, making her cheeks puff up. Amelia had a peak of excitement as she heard, saw and felt her mother's orgasm. Her body heated up quickly and batches of juices were released inside her panties as her pussy walls clenched on nothing, obviously desiring to be penetrated again by that virile cock she was just sucking off.

She loved it. She loved every goddamn second of sucking her mother off. She was panting hard, her heart racing. She couldn't believe all of her emotions right now. All of her feelings, for the beginning guilt to the final earning; desire and lust felt justified. It felt right!

And Eleanor…

She was still lost in pleasure town, mindlessly caressing her own chest, breathing erratically. She looked very winded as she just had a very strong orgasm, and she felt like she had come buckets. Not only that, she had come buckets inside of her daughter's mouth after a mind-blowing blowjob. She's very sloppy in her technique, it shouldn't be this good. So why? Why do I feel so satisfied? Why is this the best blowjob I've received?

Eleanor tiredly looked at her daughter again, still winded, and her heart and eyes trembled at her daughter's image. The way she felt, the way everything fitted together. The earnest feeling Amelia had, how she kissed her, how she complimented her…

"Amelia… I love you…" she said, in the same winded breath, not even realizing what she just said.

Amelia's heart skipped, she became frozen like a statue as if time had just stopped completely. Her eyes watered again, and before she even noticed she had tackled her mother, stealing her mouth passionately, clinging to her on the bed.

Amelia deepened their kiss, inserting her tongue inside her mother, her mouth was still full with semen, and now she was kissing her mother desperately, her heart bursting in inexplicable emotions.

Eleanor now noticed what she had said, but she was already tackled by her daughter. "Amelia…!" she whimpered, and then she moaned a very high-pitched "Hnngg!" The way she was just tackled, just kissed. Her heart melted and her eyes also watered, as she closed them. Amelia felt her mother's arms hugging and gluing her slim body against her. They both started to let out muffled mewls and gasps as they rolled the bed, making out messily. Their bodies were mashed tightly together, as if they were afraid that the other would disappear if they let go.

" Are you still watching? " was written on the TV screen. The bed now laid in shambles, leftovers of popcorn and butter splashed everywhere on the mattress. The bucket was long forgotten thrashed around the bedroom floor, together with a robe, pajamas and both underwear, who clumped together, discarded and thrown away aimlessly. The bed shooked and creaked repeatedly in a violent manner together with sounds of moans, whimpers, gasps and skin slapping against skin in a perverted cacophony. With the gracefulness of two animals entangling themselves in perverted mating.

The daughter was on top of the mother, gasping in breathless in raspy pleasure, her throat was starting to hurt from all of the pleasurable moaning and yelling she did as she gets pounded and hammered from behind by powerful and roughless thrusts, making her ass shake with every pelvic and balls slap against her crotch.

The mother was under her daughter, her naked body all sweaty from all the movement, her muscles flexed as she used all of her strength to hug her daughter down to her chubby body as she moves her hips and waist up violently, moaning and grunting in bliss, her muscles starting to burn as she gasped, only worrying about how she can mate with her daughter harder, faster and more violently.

It wasn't near enough. Both daughter and mother needed more. More heat, more lust, more passion. They both needed to make it clear who wanted to fuck the other the most. Both of their eyes rolled back as they hugged each other firmly, lewd slaps and moans still echoing as Eleanor's unprotected cock slid in and out Amelia's wet and horny slit in vicious thrusts.

"Nnnnngghhh!! You're so sexy!" Howled Eleanor, lost in her pleasure and feelings as she pumped her daughter's ass, her sweaty balls going up and slapping her daughter's ass with every move. "Take my fucking thick and fat cock in your pussy!!"

"Ahhh! Haahh!!! Hnng! More! Yess! Do you like my teen pussy?" Amelia smiled, trying in failing to control her voice as her mother's cock penetrated so deep that she started to blank out from the whitening pleasure. Her pussy was so wet that it was wetting her thighs, and her folds were sucking her mother's cock, making her bare dick kiss her womb, "Say how much you love my tight pussy, mom!!"

"I love your fucking tight and slutty pussy!" Eleanor gritted her teeth as her lust started to peak. She grunted strongly, her mind becoming as hazy as her daughter a she fucked her to bits. "Move this fat ass! Bounce on my fuck stick!"

"Yes!" Beamed Amelia as she felt her pussy eat up her mother, her folds stroking and milking her shaft unconsciously as she obliged and started to bounce her butt up and down on her mother's crotch. "Mess me up with your futa cock!!"

Both let their passion speak for themselves as they started french kissing, spit and tongue rolling with muffled moans and grunts while they continued their wild romp. While they kissed, they quickly started to bring each other to orgasm. Amelia started to kiss Eleanor's cock with her womb as Eleanor's balls started to push fresh and hot semen to the base of her shaft, getting ready to shoot. Their crotches moved up and down without ever disconnecting and the loud and wet slaps were starting to grow even more excited for the big finale. A mother was about to impregnate her daughter in a lustful and passionate action.

And then… the lights went out.

Notes:

Thank you so much for all the support. No double chapter this weekend, but I hope you still enjoyed this one.

What do you think of Debbra? We have a introduction to her, even if it's not a proper one yet. I also put a little bit of a tease to a little something that I might have been working on too. Did you manage to spot it? Have a good one and thank you again.

Chapter 15: Electrifying Days (1)

Summary:

As the days progress, tension between mother and daughter ramps up, and now there's a power outage in their way.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

" Aaahhhhh !" Amelia screamed when everything went dark suddenly. Eleanor immediately stopped her fucking as she hugged Amelia and held her. Her first instinct as her mother was to protect her, even though she was also balls deep inside of her. "W- what is going on? Mom?" asked Amelia, a tone of surprise and fear.

"Shh, it's alright, baby girl," soothed Eleanor, but both of them were pretty much shaken and panting. She started to stroke her daughter's hair. "I'm here, I think it's just a power outage. Our genera-"

Before Eleanor finished her sentence, the lights went back on, and Amelia gasped again.

"See?" Eleanor smiled, as she looked at the ceiling.

"Great, now we continue," grunted Amelia, starting to wiggle her hips back and forth once again, her walls starting to suck on Eleanor's cock again as she forced her shaft inside of her.

"Ahhh… Hnng, wait… Unng…" Amelia didn't hear and just continued to hump her mother's penis. She started to moan and grunt herself, returning to that world of pleasure she was lost in.

And, although the temptation was great for Eleanor, she put a hand on her daugher's shoulders as she shook her head, "No, Amelia, we have to stop,"

"No way, why?" Amelia kissed her mother as she didn't stop her movements, feeling Eleanor's penis starting to throb again inside of her. It felt so good to feel her inside of her. Her dick felt so much better without a condom, she could feel every inch of her mother's cock throbbing inside of her, she could feel her actual warthm, and how slimy and great it feels as it throbs and pokes her folds in all angles. There's no way she'd want to stop.

"Amelia… I'm sorry, but that's a no," Eleanor mustered all of her will, and then grabbed Amelia's leg to dismount her out of Eleanor.

"Mom!" said Amelia as she tried to hold Eleanor 's shoulders before she climbed out of bed.

"Sorry, Amelia, but I have to search for candles and things like that before our generator fails," Eleanor quickly grabbed her robe and started to dress herself.

"But," Amelia said but she cut herself. "Alright," she scoffed, annoyed that she and her mother had to stop.

Eleanor stopped before she left the room and looked at Amelia, "I'm sorry, Amelia. But it's important," Amelia didn't answer her. "Besides, it's a good thing it happened, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I had… in the heat of the moment…" Eleanor looked at Amelia's reaction. The room was heavy. "Don't be mad at me, Amelia… but you have to understand…"

" J- just go, already! " Amelia snapped at her mother, clenching her fist tightly as she closed her eyes and turned her vision away from Eleanor. Eleanor's shoulders tensed up, and she looked away as well. Nobody said anything in the following seconds. Amelia covered her breasts and crotch, suddenly feeling completely cold. "Go! The generator will turn off, right?" she said, not hiding the spite in her voice.

"Please…"

"I said go away," Amelia lowered her tone of voice, her anger swapped by sadness. She couldn't process exactly what she was feeling, but she wanted to scream. To be mad and upset. And she did so, as her eyes watered.

Eleanor looked at Amelia. She then looked outside and back at her. She was about to say something, but then she saw that Amelia's eyes were getting wet. Eleanor pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly. She knew that she had enough time to talk with Amelia and then grab what she needed, but…

"Amelia, don't be a spoiled b… bitch, this isn't unfair," Eleanor mumbled, but loud enough for Amelia to hear. She looked downwards and then headed out, then she stopped. Her hand hesitated and she turned her head again to Amelia. She opened her mouth "Y- you know what…?" Eleanor didn't continue for several seconds, however. "When I said I loved you, it was…" she raised her hand slowly and then lowered again, closing her mouth tightly. "I didn't mean it," she finished, simply. Amelia didn't answer anything, and Eleanor looked away for some time before actually leaving.

Amelia hugged her arms after her mother left. She turned her back to the door and then she stayed. Her eyes trembled, feeling herself tear up. Amelia sniffed as tears started to fall on her cheeks. She felt frustrated and rejected. Tears fell down as she sniffed. "It is unfair," she said, whimpering. She hugged herself tighter as she gritted her teeth. "You told me you loved me… Liar" she sobbed. " Liar…" she gritted her teeth.

(…)

Eleanor – by this point properly dressed – was back in the living room, covered in sweat. She was winded as she sat on the couch. Just as she did, the lights went back out again.

Just in time , thought Eleanor, arching her head backwards. Eleanor was tired by going around the house, placing candles everywhere important. The bathrooms, the kitchen and her room. However Amelia had locked herself in her own room and she wasn't answering her, so she then just left some candles on the doorstep.

Aside from the candles, Eleanor also had set up the gas stove. She couldn't believe it was still working fine. She had spent what felt like hours trying to find it in the basement. Now that she was done, she relaxed and breathed out. Finally, she had time to think about what just had happened.

I… I can't believe what I said. The words played out in her head again, she was staring at the ceiling, the dark room with the swaying flames making the orange light flicker constantly.

Heh… I broke her heart. I was so mean to her. She must be so sad. She is probably going to start to hate me now. Eleanor gritted her teeth, she half closed her eyes as her mind started to go wild.

What was I thinking?!

I can't believe that I said I loved her. And how I let myself get carried away by everything! Her fists clenched on top of her thighs. Love and attention, me needing a break? Cut the crap, your needy old hag! Even if that's true, look at what you have almost done!

Getting your daughter so close to you, and not only did you like it, you've even encouraged her?! Get a grip, you stupid whore! Not only you've ruined your own life once, you were about to ruin your own daughter's life too! You were going to ruin her fucking future because you were feeling lonely! And you were about to put a baby inside her and make her pass through an even worse hell than when you were pregnant with her?!

Eleanor covered her eyes with her arm as she couldn't bear herself anymore. Her shoulders had started trembling as she thought.

Are you not ashamed?! What would you do if Amelia had really fallen in love with you?! "Stupid! Stupid!" Eleanor started to whimper and sob as tears fell from her face, her mind torturing her. You almost ruined her life, and she wouldn't even care! "Stupid! You're so goddamn stupid!"

You were so stupid to let this happen! To let yourself fall for her! Of all the people! Of everyone you could possibly fall for! Why does it have to be your daughter? Why? Why?! You're so dumb! "Dumb, dumb, dumb…! Dumb…!" her lips trembled as she kept repeating the word as a mantra, tears and now nasal mucus running down as she whimpered. "You're dumb…!"

After long minutes of crying, She didn't know exactly how much, but it felt like ages. She looked around and she slowly picked herself out of the couch, thinking that she shouldn't stay there more, otherwise she'd fall asleep there.

Slowly, she walked her way to her room. On the way, she stopped in front of Amelia's door. The candles she left there were gone. That was good, at least she's grabbing the stuff she's leaving there. Eleanor approached the door, but she had no intention to knock it. She ran her hand over the door silently and moved on.

She silently watched the estate of her room. Her bed was a mess of popcorn and butter and she sighed loudly. She simply took everything out and wrapped it in a ball before putting it in a corner of the room. Then she laid down in bed.

But you did it, Eleanor, you did it… Now she'll hate you. She'll never look at my face properly again, right? Eleanor smiled. You did it. Eleanor tightly scratched the mattress as her shoulders trembled. You've protected her. And now… She bit her lip as she closed her eyes tightly, her chin starting to tremble as she held her tears. You're all alone…

(…)

Opening her eyes, Eleanor saw the somewhat lit room. It was morning already. Her room was smelling of butter and popcorn, and she took her tired body out of her bed slowly. She barely slept. She was just tossing around the whole night. She tested the lights and nothing. Sadly, the power hadn't come back.

"I guess I have the fucking day off," she sniffed. She looked around and decided to take a quick bath to start the day. She wasn't feeling like exercising today, as her mind was completely heavy.

She put some clothes on and dressed herself, rubbing her eyes as if it would magically make the tiredness go away. Her stomach was rumbling now, but she hasn't any appetite at all. "Amelia probably will refuse to see me today."

Eleanor bit her lip, her heart was hollow inside. She wanted to go to Amelia's room and hug her, kiss her deeply, tell her that she was sorry. That she didn't mean it and was stupid for even saying it. She tightly grabbed her closet's doors as she was about to close it, her mind already inside her daughter's room.

"No," she moaned. "I can't," she said to herself. She fully knew why she couldn't go to her room anymore. She knew that she wasn't allowed. Not because of society, not because it was something wrong from Eleanor to do or because it was forbidden. Because it was the best for Amelia. The best for her future.

She couldn't allow Amelia to struggle so much because she was in love with her own mother. Amelia has to grow to have a happy life, with someone she loved, someone that she could love without fear of what society would ever say. That was the healthy option. That's what she deserved.

"When she meets someone she loves I'll smile and send her off…" she said, imagining her baby girl all grown up hooking arms with her hunk of fiancé, probably a futanari she met and loved whole-heartedly. Someone… who isn't me, she thought. Eleanor gritted her teeth, as she closed her eyes. She closed the closet door with force. "I'll find a wife too," she said, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I'll find a beautiful and… young wife too. Someone that I'll pamper and… and it's beautiful… with… long brown hair, and…" her eyes got tingly as her voice got stuck in her throat. "And I'll love her… so, so much."

She shook her head, forcing her voice, tears and sadness down to her chest where she locked it. She looked up fiercely, "And I'll… be the fucking richest woman alive, and… I'll be the fucking best CEO ever! And I'll take my company to be the best out there in the world. I'll fucking turn the business upside down while I'm at it as well! If anyone looks down on me , I'm going to burn them to ashes, fuck their wives, and drink their blood while I pave my way over their corpses, no matter the consequences! "

Eleanor turned around, with a fierce smile to couple her gaze. She had a big day in front of her now, as she planned to start programming herself right that instant. But first, she had to make breakfast. No one can do work on an empty stomach.

Eleanor knocked twice on Amelia's room, but she didn't stay there. She just left her breakfast at her door, didn't even say anything and left. After that, she went directly to her office. thinking to herself as she looked around. First thing, when I remarry I'll turn this room into a nursery for my baby and make a new and better office for myself, right next to my bedroom. She nodded to herself and then sat down. There was barely any light but she made do with what she had to start writing plans for the company. She spent more time than she normally would since she didn't have access to her usual documents and sheets that made her life easier. When she lifted her butt, she stretched herself. She was going to take a break.

Amelia had left empty plates outside her room. Eleanor picked them up and brought them to the kitchen. She cleaned them and then made a precarious lunch with what she could. She went back and once again knocked at Amelia's door. She grabbed her cellphone with the rest of the battery it still had and called Debbra.

"Yeah, so your power is also out, too? Okay. That's a relief, at least there's hope it will be fixed soon. Huh? Days?! How can they expect us to… Practically the whole town is out? Ridiculous," Eleanor sighed. "Anyway. I'm sorry, but I couldn't deposit this week's payment. I'm so sorry, I didn't have time, yesterday was a mess . Thank you, Debbra. I owe you one. How is she? I don't have time to talk to her. Just…" Eleanor continued in a softer tone, "say that I love her, and I'll miss her. Thank you. Hey, uh… Debbra? I know this is sudden, but… Do you know anyone who is… about our age or less and still single?"

Eleanor smiled as she started listening to her friend who is more socially connected than she was.

After that, she started working on her project again. When the lights were fading she turned the candles on again, but went back to make dinner. She had some analogical clocks that she used to not get completely lost. She made dinner, ate her share and then again delivered food to Amelia.

"It will be fine," she said, putting Amelia's dinner on the ground. "You're going to get through this, it's for your best that it doesn't work out," she had a somber smile on her face. Everything was already planned on her brain.

Her perfect life with a new wife, and a new mom for Kate, with little sisters, possibly even a granddaughter that Meryl won't hate. Yeah, it's perfect… It's going to be… perfect. Eleanor looked again at her daughter's door, and her little smile faded quickly.

I could talk to her, just a little bit… Eleanor quickly shook her head. She wouldn't talk to me, anyway. Eleanor stood up and knocked on Amelia's door. She resisted the urge to tell her that dinner was ready and just left again.

When Amelia heard her door being knocked for the third time, she quickly got up and dashed to answer, but she stopped herself in front of the door. She looked and waited, and after some moments she clenched her fist and banged her wall lightly. She almost dashed to her mother. How pathetic am I, running to her? She…

Amelia put her both elbows on the door, also resting her head on it. She closed her eyes. She had thought about it all day long. About what happened. She firstly cried almost all night and morning, barely getting any sleep at all. She had eaten her breakfast in spite, just because she was famished. Her lunch was delivered and she hesitated, but ate it reluctantly. She was glad that her mother delivered her meals, and that she wasn't trying to talk to her. A part of her thought she just didn't want to talk with her either, and that… made her sad.

In the afternoon, she snuck out of her room to go to the bathroom. She was in dire need of going to the toilet, but the thought of bumping into Eleanor made her hold up. On the way back she hesitated and went towards her mother's room, just to see that Eleanor was in the office instead. Eleanor was scribbling and writing, erasing and then using her calculator before starting writing something again. She seemed busy. She was busy, so much that she didn't see Amelia planted there, watching her.

Amelia went back to her room and laid down, thinking. She had a clearer head now, and managed to think better about something she didn't imagine before. That is, the way her mother treated her. The way she told her what she had.

Wait a minute , she thought as she imagined back to everything that had happened. She remembered the little details. The way her voice wasn't firm, especially in the end. The way she had hesitated.

Amelia's eyes widened when she realized what was right under her nose, but what she had been way too emotional before to notice. She was fucking lying! Her eyes widened completely as she had the epiphany. She lied! She didn't mean to say any of these things. She was trying… She was trying to make me upset .

And then she stopped.

But… why? Why has she done it?

Amelia relaxed again. She had only realized that her mother had lied to her because Amelia was in love with her mother.

It wasn't normal for a teenager to go back to a memory so many times, not to feel angry or anguish, but to self-reflect. To analyze what she had done wrong. Even so, Amelia had done it. Because she loved her mother… She wanted to understand. In particular, she wanted to understand one thing that Eleanor had said to her during that moment: that it wasn't unfair.

She thought about it, and found it weird. Why wasn't it unfair? She thought about this a lot. But she couldn't figure it out. She just understood it was weird, together with the fact that Eleanor probably had lied to her. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't put together the reason why Eleanor would do that. So, after trying and failing it, she decided. I… I have to talk to her .

Now, with her elbows and head resting on the door, she, once again, repeated it. I have to talk to her. She shouldn't let it to fate. I… My mom is stubborn. If she can keep doing something she doesn't enjoy for 16 years, whatever she decided yesterday, she won't change her mind, ever! I'll listen to her, at least. If she gives me a good excuse, I'll hear it out. Otherwise… Amelia looked and then clenched her fists before she opened the door.

She rushed through the hallway in batted breath and she didn't hesitate to open her mother's bedroom, pushing it open with force.

" AAHHHG!! " yelled Eleanor, covering her face as the candle lights flickered violently when the air agitated the flames wildly. She was sitting on the bed half-naked when Amelia had entered, and she wasn't remotely ready for her abrupt entrance.

"Ah!" Amelia gasped, as she wasn't expecting her mother to scream, her heart started to race suddenly.

"A- AMELIA! " she yelled, now getting up. She stomped her feet on the floor and glared at her furiously, "DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME ?!"

"I- I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, I…" she stopped and looked at her barely lit up pouting mother, who was now panting and catching her breath after the scare. Amelia started to snicker and then she couldn't help herself and straight up started to laugh. "Ha… Hahahahahaha!!" She chortled.

"What is so funny , young lady?! You and your pranks are gonna get me in a hospital bed one day!" she said, one hand in her chest.

Amelia tried to stifle her laugh when she heard her mother, but she couldn't, "I'm so sorry… Mom, it's just… I didn't mean to, I swear," she continued to chuckle.

Eleanor sighed, "You… I really doubt it, when you're laughing so hard," she said, a little more playful. "Do you like scaring your mother that much?"

"No, I was just… I didn't want you to…" she was still snickering, but now also fiddling with her words as she tried to start up a conversation, "I was just trying to reach you, I swear?" she said, innocently.

"Is that so? Why is that?" Eleanor realized she was only in her underwear and tried to cover herself.

"I just…. I just wanted to talk… Can we talk?" she asked, sheepishly. She wanted to be casual about it, but just realized it was probably impossible to do it.

"Alright, after I dress myself."

"No, please, c'mon… it's just a talk…" Eleanor was about to go to her closet, but stopped herself. She sighed and nodded.

"Okay," she sat on the bed and then patted an empty spot beside her. "Come here, you little rascal."

Both of them sat and then looked at each other for some time.

Eleanor was silent, and simply laid there, waiting for her daughter. She had many thoughts in her head, but didn't voice any; she'd rather simply wait for her daughter's words before she said something. Even though it was awkward to lay there in silence, a part of her was secretly glad that she was there. Happy, even.

Amelia fiddled with her fingers a bit, looking at her mother's room and remembering how it was a mess before. Now, it looked… cleaner. Not totally, but it did.

"You cleaned the place?" she asked.

"Kinda, but not really," Eleanor said, knowing full well that Amelia was stalling for time. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked right back. Eleanor was getting a little nervous herself, understandably so, since she decided she would ignore Amelia. She should be hating me, so why is she here? Should I… tell her to leave? But I want to talk with her too… No! I can't allow this! "A- Amelia, it's very inappropriate for you to watch me like this, I'm going to dress myself," she said suddenly as she stood up. Her face was red in embarrassment.

Amelia, however, caught her mother's wrist, "Mom, why did you lie to me earlier?" she asked. Eleanor was trying to run away for a reason right now, so that pretty much confirms what she was thinking.

"W- who was lying?" Eleanor looked the other side as she tried to push her wrists, but Amelia held tightly. She didn't try any further than that, her face becoming even redder.

"You were lying to me, I just know it," Amelia slightly tugged her mother's wrists, "You tried to piss me off so I wouldn't notice, but I did. You… lied when you said… you didn't mean it," she said, her voice becoming filled in emotion. "Right? You lied. T- that's the only option, because… Because you treated me so well the last few days."

"Of course I did, you are my daughter ," she pushed her voice out, but it came weak. Why can't I act fiercer? I can't act weak right now. I have to push her back and properly lay out a line between us.

"Maybe it started like this, but not anymore ," Amelia stood up and she took a deep breath before hugging her mother suddenly. "I… I know that. You're not just my mom anymore… you were acting like Eleanor!"

"I… I was just… Just taking my lust out on you! How can you be so stupid?!" Eleanor pushed her voice out as hard as she mustered, lashing out verbally. This time it came out stronger than before, too. Her eyes trembled as she felt like crying.

Why…? Stop… you can't cry. You have to protect her .

" THAT'S NOT TRUE !" Amelia managed to outyell her mother, shattering Eleanor's reasoning. "It's true that my mom is a bit of a pervert," emotion overtook Amelia's voice as she hugged Eleanor, "but my mother wasn't lying when she cried, or when she told me she loved me, when she hugged and kissed me. I could feel how you looked at me, how you hugged me and kept me warm. That wasn't… couldn't be mother's love. It was more than that. Right?"

"You… couldn't possibly know the difference …" Eleanor said, holding her daughter's hips, her lower uncontrollably twitching. "You're still young to know the difference. I tricked you, I lied to you. Everything was a lie. These last few days were a lie. Did you really think… Did you really think I would fall in love with my own daughter? " Eleanor tried. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't hold her sob, she couldn't hold her trembling as she said that.

Amelia realized that change, and still holding her by her elbows watched her mother's face. Amelia frowned, seeing how Eleanor tried to hold back all of her emotions futilely.

"It's okay," Amelia said, looking downwards. "You… probably have your reasons, right?" she smiled, and then looked sideways, "I will… I'll give up… about everything, but only if you can give me a good reason."

"I…" Eleanor stumbled with her words. "I… Are you serious?" Eleanor was surprised, not really understanding why Amelia would say something like that. She really thought that she would just stubbornly ask until she gave up.

"Why would I lie?" asked Amelia. "If you have a good reason for it, a reason for us to not be together or a motive for you to lie to me, I'll believe it. And I promise that I will do as you say from now on. I'll give up, and I'll forget that we… you know… And I'll promise to move on completely."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that…" Amelia nodded, although it took some time.

Eleanor's heart was dilapidated at that moment. She didn't want to hear that Amelia would give up on her, even if she… wanted her to do so, in a way. Her logical side wanted it, at least. But her heart was a different matter. So, instead of complying and telling her the reason, she just asked "Why?" while holding back her tears.

"Why? I'm not sure what you are saying with this, but," Amelia lowered her face while mumbling, "I want to be with you, but I can't force you to do this, and we can't do things together by myself. If I let you go just like this you'll leave me behind without my consideration. That's how you usually roll, right? That's why you wanted me to hate you. But I won't.

"This won't end like this. At least I want to hear why. I deserve to know the why, right?" she asked. She had used that question a lot during this and the week prior. She found out that her mother would likely answer her when she put it like that, and although it was mean to exploit her like this, she did so. " The reason why you can't allow yourself to be with me," she took a deep breath after that, feeling it was too hard to keep talking like this. "So… What's the reason?"

Eleanor had the floor now. Everything was laid out perfectly by her daughter's words. Everything was now dependent on what she would say next. You just need to convince her, thought Eleanor . Just lie. Tell her something absurd but that makes sense. Make her forget everything about you. But, whenever she would start talking, the words didn't come. She tried it multiple times, but nothing came. Nothing of the sort came. It's so easy to end this. So simple to finish this little ridiculous ploy she had started out of nowhere. Her daughter was bound to be frustrated and give up eventually. She had said so. She would give up after a reason why.

But, when she opened her eyes…

Only the most raw honesty came.

"I'm…" Eleanor said, "When I was younger I've always had a hard time living and making choices, and I've always seemed to put either me or someone else in trouble because of it," Eleanor sniffed, dabbing a tear away as she started to breathe more normally.

Amelia tried to rub her mother's arm as she composed herself.

"And when we… When I said that I loved you, I… I just lost it. And we were… fucking. I just thought. It just felt so amazing ," Eleanor blushed, looking away. Amelia also blushed at her words, because she agreed. "And I remembered the last years, and how painful it was every day, and then I looked at you naked after making me feel so good and I thought: screw it. Screw everything," Pursing her lips Eleanor filled her lungs with air.

The truth was heavy. To admit to her own daughter she had lost herself was very shameful to her. She would preach about self-control, but was the first one that lost it. But why she lost it was more important in that scenario. After hearing about her mother's disease, it was like a bug was jammed inside her brain. A bug that kept saying that what she was doing was unforgivable, and that weight was making her doubt every decision between them. It made her think about her life. And it made her realize something she had forgotten.

"…And every time I neglect something because of pleasure… I hurt other people. Or myself."

"So… you don't want to hurt yourself again?" Amelia frowned, she hesitantly cupped her mother's cheeks, getting closer. "Is that it?" she didn't know how to feel about it. Because if it was, Amelia couldn't simply tell Eleanor to ignore this feeling.

"I can see a lot of things that would hurt me, but that's alright," Eleanor said, and she faced Amelia with a light smile, watching her with tender eyes, "But I can't let one of these things hurt you as well, darling," she said, looking down.

She couldn't believe she had said it. But… maybe Amelia would understand her and give up, now. Eleanor bit her lip.

Congratulations, you did it, she thought, and she didn't know if it was filled with honesty or cynical sarcasm.

Amelia somewhat understood what her mother had said and her heart swelled in pride and affection. Her eyes teared up. After all, it was about me, huh? She's always thinking about me. It's not fair . "Is it… just because of pregnancy?"

"No… I mean… It is a part of it. I've been fighting with your grandmother for a whole year so you don't need to marry and have kids right now, and here I was almost impregnating you," Eleanor looked away again. "And… You'd be even younger than I was when I had you . It was so tough for me then, Amy.

"I can't let you pass through this, especially because our child - I mean… If we ever… I don't mean to say that we would… You understand, right? If you and I…" Eleanor didn't want to actually say the words, as if she was afraid of them. "What I mean is that the children would be…" she didn't finish, closing her eyes, and the silence felt way too heavy for some time before she continued. "Besides that,

"My feelings for you, if anyone would know or even notice , they'd probably throw me into jail. Let alone being my daughter, you're not even 18 yet. And your future would be… in shambles, at best. And even if nobody finds out," she then scoffed, "which by itself is very unlikely, you would never be able to tell anyone that you even like someone.

"You'd never be able to marry if you wanted. You'd never have any kids either. And everybody will keep asking 'why are you still single' and try to make you go on dates with people you've never seen; also you couldn't be intimate in public…" Eleanor sighed. "You… I don't want this… to be your life," she admitted. "Not this. I… I don't want you to wake up one morning, when I'm old, and realize that what we have is a mistake, especially when it's too late to change it. After you get old, after you can't live the best moments of a relationship anymore."

"I thought…" Amelia said, and she wetted her lips and had taken a long time taking all of these words in, before saying. "I thought that you raised me to have the life that I wanted to have," Amelia said in a lower tone, as she eyed her mother with gentle eyes. Both of them remained quiet for some seconds, but Eleanor sighed.

"I… I did, but…"

"Then let me choose…" Eleanor hesitated after hearing her answer, and closed her eyes.

"Or are you going to say that I'm too young for that?" smiled Amelia. Eleeanor felt like she was being attacked, since she was in the middle of thinking that.

"Alright… I'll… You're right," she said, defeated. "I shouldn't be deciding this on my own accord. I… I'm sorry," she bit her lower lip slightly, feeling a little bit like she had failed. Failed as a mother, not seeing that she was just controlling Amelia. Amelia should be the one deciding her future , she thought.

But shouldn't I step in? Is this really alright? Eleanor thought, keeping her eyes closed. Amelia let her mother think, and respected her space during that moment. She didn't know what Eleanor was thinking at all, but she didn't want to push her to a conclusion either.

"But, have you even thought about everything I said? Have you ever considered it?" she weakly asked. "About our future, all of the problems…"

"I mean… no," Amelia was honest. "I never thought about the things you said. I never considered either…" she admitted.

Eleanor smiled, a bit relieved. "Well, good, because all of this makes me feel like I'm childish and you're lecturing me," she mused, and Amelia couldn't help but smile too. "But you see why I'm doing this…?"

"Yes," Amelia nodded again. "I know why you're doing it. And… well… I thank you for thinking about me," she flashed a bright smile to her mother. "But there's something equally important we should be discussing now." Eleanor tilted her head slightly, until she continued, "What about you , mom? What do you want? You've spent 16 years of your life, my whole life, doing something that others wanted, but what do you want? What does Eleanor want for herself?"

Eleanor pondered and touched Amelia's chin with her thumb. She didn't say anything as her eyes started to water a bit, thinking about what Amelia said. She lowered her head, whispering. "You," she said, finally, her heart trembling in fear and anxiety, but with so much relief. "I want to be with my baby girl…" a tear slowly fell as if she was ashamed and happy to admit it.

"And I want you," Amelia said, simply, with a smile. "…Isn't this enough for the both of us? We have much to talk about and I know it isn't simple… But… we can have this, right? Both of us can have each other. It's what we want."

Notes:

This was the climax to the story, basically. We're two chapters away from ACT III and we'd be finally reaching ACT IV, the last and final act of the story. We're almost at our finishing line. There's some things to see and discover still, but I think most of the drama regarding their relationship was already discussed.

I bet everyone has their own ideas about their relationship at this point. Should they stay together? Should Eleanor end the relationship for the sake of her daughter? Does Amelia really know what she's thinking and doing? Is this really the right decision? Logistically speaking, realistically speaking... There's so many things to discuss and see. But if you're thinking about realism and logistics, that means I did my job well.

Thank you so much for reading. Have a great weekend.

I rest my case.

Chapter 16: Electrifying Days (2)

Summary:

Feeling that they finally met a common ground, their relationship starts developing in interesting ways.

Chapter Text

Amelia finished rolling up the condom in her hand and shot a smirk up to her mother, "Everything's ready," she said.

"A kiss for good luck?" asked Eleanor, and her daughter smiled. She looked down at Eleanor's cock and - still on her knees - she grabbed the cock next to her face and gave a wet kiss on her mother's condom-covered shaft, who had a fruity taste.

"Man, should've asked for another blowjob," Eleanor smiled as she watched her sexy daughter on her knees, still groping and teasing the base of her penis.

"Well, I'm not running anywhere," she stood up and kissed Eleanor on her lips as they hugged each other. Both of them moaned on each other's lips as they felt their breath and taste when their tongues wrapped against themselves slowly.

They broke up the kiss and Amelia dashed to the bed, Eleanor managed to slap her bubbly butt fiercely before she could do so, however. " Aahhh! " Amelia yelped as she jumped, caressing her butt cheek as she looked at Eleanor. "Mom!"

"Sorry, I'm in a losing battle against spanking my little girl's beautiful and pretty butt," she shrugged, her cheeks getting warmer as she confessed.

Amelia giggled, her cheeks getting redder. Every time Eleanor said something nice about her body Amelia felt so amazing she possibly couldn't believe it herself. "So… you like my butt?" she said, climbing the bed and intentionally showing her butt, wiggling it around as she teased.

Eleanor felt like she was struck by lightning when she saw her sexy daughter wiggle her butt for her, even in the badly-lit room. She once again burned this image into her brain, afraid she'd lose it, "Oh yes…" she said, almost breathless. Her cock was completely hard, jumping a little, even.

"That's good," said Amelia, blushing as she laid her torso on the bed, keeping her butt up in the air, everything spread open while aimed at Eleanor. She was embarrassed, but excited. "Because… this butt is all yours, now…" she whispered, but loud enough to Eleanor to hear.

Another lightning came and struck Eleanor as she figuratively stumbled on the spot. She got closer to Amelia and then pointed that cock up her hole, who was already sopping wet from their foreplay earlier. "Now, young lady," Eleanor growled, "You can't just possibly say this and expect to leave just like that."

"Hm… what are you going to do about it, huh?" Amelia teased as she wiggled her butt over her mother's member.

Amelia moaned in pleasure as her ass was slapped again by Eleanor. "Hm, I have some ideas, your naughty girl," Eleanor climbed the bed as well, now shoving her cock's head inside Amelia's slit as she started to mount her.

" Hnng… Hnng-Yes !" Amelia moaned, raising her voice as she smiled, feeling her mother's cock going further and further inside her hole. She immediately started sucking and twitching on that foreign object. From behind , she thought, being fucked by mom from behind feels great .

The freezing air of the room was still there, and it would be especially harsher when they were naked.. Even so, when they were like this, it was as if the thing just disappeared from their minds. The only things that could possibly exist was just the both of them, and that moment of them connecting as one.

Even so, the cold was an added incentive to keep their bodies close together and moving as they could.

Eleanor laid on top of her daughter quickly as she got ready and put her massive member inside her wet pussy as deep as she could possibly be. It was nice, accommodating and especially warm inside of her. Eleanor laughed as she wrapped her arms around her daughter's torso, starting to play with her tits as she started humping and fucking her bubbly butt.

"Hnng… Urgh. Fuck…!" moaned Eleanor as she started to speed her thrusts inside her daughter, feeling how good her daughter was squeezing her cock. Amelia was also panting and heaving as she felt that impossibly thick member opening her tight slit up as Eleanor was moving in and out in unpredictable movements.

"Haa… You like it?" Amelia moaned and huffed when Eleanor pumped her whole cock all of the sudden. "Oh, shit… So big!"

"Oh yes…! Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby!" Eleanor continued to move her hips harder as her cock throbbed and invaded Amelia's pussy non-stop. She clenched her teeths and moaned, grunted and huffed together with Amelia as she slapped her cute butt with her crotch harder. "It makes criminally good take another meaning!"

Amelia laughs as her pleasure started to fog her mind, "You bitch… are you here to fuck me or start a stand-up show?"

Eleanor pushed her daughter on the mattress harder and swifty swatted her on the butt, making Amelia moan in pain in pleasure once again. "Who you're saying is a bitch, huh?" she smirked, looking down on her little daughter's butt as she ate up a fat cock like she was used to it. Eleanor got turned on by the sight and started to grunt in pleasure as she redoubled her efforts to fuck her daughter up. "You're the one all in fours, here!"

The bed started to move harder together with them as Eleanor grunted and slapped her daughter's ass with her own crotch, her balls starting to bully Amelia's clit as she thrusted inside, aiming for the sensitive spots of Amelia, making her moan and squirm non-stop as she was clenching the member that kept repeatedly smashing her slit.

"Ugh…! It's as if you don't want me to go!" moaned Eleanor in a husky voice, rolling her eyes up as pleasure took over her body. It was insanely good. She kept moving her hips harder and then she laid down on Amelia again, firmly putting her foot on the bed to piston her daughter's ass in a better position.

"Ahh…! Ahh…! Not like this!" protested Amelia.

"Why…? Tell me!" Eleanor clearly understood the reason why, and she kept fucking Amelia on the same spot anyway, she actually started to fuck her faster, and her daughter's pussy clearly tightened up to that.

" Because it feels so fucking good I can't take it! " Amelia yelled, her eyes rolling up as she felt that cock hit her most sensitive spot, and then - as she was in the middle of getting used to the pleasure - that cock hammered her button again -- and again -- again -- again --!! " Cumming--! Pussy's cummig--nnnggh!"

The bed started to creak loudly with Amelia as she couldn't control herself, eyes going out of focus as she came hard with her mother nailing her. Eleanor firmed her position and got a better grip on her slim daughter's body as she continued to hammer her faster and as hard.

"Like talking dirty, don't you?" Eleanor grunted, her heart started to race harder as she moved to satisfy her daughter and her own lust. She hugged her daughter's torso tight, Amelia's hair was all over Eleanor's nose and mouth and her breath was irregular, but she'd rather die than stop when that pleasure was taking her to heaven.

"I love it-- I love it-- I love it-- I love it-- !!" Amelia smiled fiercely as she repeated, moaning and panting as her orgasm brought another and then another, repeatedly, as her mother didn't release her and kept hammering her crotch over her butt non-stop! " You're the fucking best, mom! "

Eleanor squeezed Amelia's breasts roughly, " Oh, Amelia, I can't! " she howled, breathless as her balls started to churn without her control. Eleanor put all of her weight on Amelia as she gave a final thrust inside, her balls starting to spurt semen, erupting everything inside the condom still deep inside the depths of Amelia's hot folds, who was clenching and milking lewdly on the member inside.

Their orgasm lasted for a couple of seconds, Amelia and Eleanor moaning in unison as they hugged and humped each other's crotches as if needing more, but when the pleasure finally receded they both fell on the bed with a smile while panting very hard.

They panted for some time, and they didn't move until they got their breath back. Eleanor took her cock out of Amelia and swiftly took the condom out and gave it a knot, leaving it on the counter before she went to hug her daughter, who was smiling softly at her. They shared tender kisses as they cooled off a bit.

"You're so great," Amelia said.

"You're amazing, and the best ever," Eleanor sighed.

"When you kept going even though I came? Ohh— I thought I was going to die from the pleasure!" she said, holding back her excitement as she was still a bit light-headed.

Eleanor chuckled, "Couldn't stop myself from pounding that sweet little pussy," she admitted and kissed Amelia's sweet lips again. "Is it true? Do you like talking dirty?"

"I… Yeah, but sometimes I don't know what to say. I love hearing you, though," she smiled brightly as she blushed. Eleanor couldn't see her daughter's blush, otherwise she'd say how cute Amelia was.

"I'll be sure to say a lot of dirty things whenever I don't have my mouth busy, then," she said, diving to Amelia's neck as she peppered kisses and nibbles.

"Second round?" Amelia asked, feeling herself get excited as her mother touched her.

"I want a blowjob first," Eleanor said, a dirty smile spreading on her face.

"Only if you eat me out too," Amelia smiled back at her.

"Hmm… Deal."

They quickly go into position and start to make each other feel good, losing themselves in each other's crotch as they licked and probe various parts of their sexes. Before Eleanor could cum she stopped Amelia.

"Is something wrong?" Amelia felt a hand squeeze and play with her butt as she asked. Eleanor laughed a bit.

"Hmm… yes," Eleanor moaned, reaching a hand to her bedside table and grabbing another condom, "My cock isn't inside you, that's the problem," she cheekily said. Amelia blushed slightly. Her pussy got a bit wetter when she heard this.

Amelia laid down on bed and Eleanor didn't waste time and penetrated her in missionary after putting her condom on. Eleanor started to breathe harder as she started moving her hips again, trying to bury herself deeper than before as she thrusted inside her daughter's pussy.

"Hah… hahh… mom… Harder…!" asked Amelia as she hugged her mother's hips with her legs and brought her closer.

"With… pleasure…! " Eleanor started moving her hips harder, slaps of skin echoing as the bed started to creak again. Both of their breaths started to mix as they stared at each other, their sexes enjoying the movements as they embraced together.

They continued their lewd erratic moves while panting and moaning without ending. Their bodies gradually warming up to their dance and getting sweaty as Eleanor continued to fuck, thrust and pant while Amelia tried to wiggle her hips to her movements, tightening up her muscles.

They exchanged kisses and smiles as they breathed harder and harder, Eleanor putting more effort to holding on to her lewd exchange. However, both of them were just too worked up and horny. After minutes of batted piston movements and swears, as they encouraged each other more and more, Amelia came hard, promptly sending Eleanor over her edge as she orgasmed inside her condom again.

A mixture of moans and grunts echoed in the room as they rode their orgasm blissfully before they tired themselves out, once again falling in bed.

"Fuck…" Amelia gasped as she hugged her mother, the feeling of her weight on her wasn't bothersome, but comforting.

"Such a good girl…" Eleanor said the first thing that entered her head. She didn't realize how it made Amelia blush.

Suddenly Eleanor heard a growl ring, and then she looked at Amelia, who now was embarrassed for a very different reason.

"Right, you didn't have your dinner yet, did you?" Eleanor asked,

"Well… Talking with you was more important, and then one thing led to the other, I've forgotten," Amelia sheepishly said, smiling.

"That can't do, you're having dinner right away missy," she said, getting off Amelia, taking her penis out of her and then tying a knot in her condom.

"Fine, fine… It's probably a block of ice by now, though," she said, getting off the bed and then realizing how weak her legs were "Whoa," she leaned against the mattress so as to not fall. "Erm… well, that's awkward."

Eleanor giggled, "Alright… Alright, I'll take your dinner and heat it up again, you stay here."

Making a quick trip to her closet, Eleanor dressed herself quickly by throwing some robes, so she wouldn't freeze to death. She put on her slippers and she was making her way out of the bedroom when Amelia suddenly called out for her. Eleanor stopped and Amelia made a gesture for her to come back to her, near the bed.

"What is it, baby?" she asked, curious.

"Remember yesterday when I told you to wait, in the bathroom?" asked Amelia, and Eleanor nodded, "I was going to do this."

Amelia wrapped her arms around Eleanor and brought her into a slow kiss, that made Eleanor's heart race tenderly, warming up as she closed her eyes and sweetly kissed her daughter back.

"I love you," Amelia said with a smile, her eyes still closed.

"I…" Eleanor was stunned. She smiled brightly as her cheeks got warmer. "I love you too," she said.

Amelia couldn't help but laugh, "You hesitated a little bit there, it got me worried for a second," she smirked, hugging her mother tightly. "So, after dinner," Amelia said, her voice was small and a little playful and her mother prepared a bit for her next words. "Can I still play with this?"

Eleanor shivered when she felt her daughter touching her bulge over the robe.

"Amelia…" she said, even though her cock was already starting to harden on her hand, as Amelia kept touching and touching, start to rub the shaft slowly as it throbbed.

"What? It's not like there's a lot of things to do in this power outage anyway," she smiled happily.

"I can think a lot of things off the top of my head, honestly" she said.

"Mmyes," Amelia giggled as she squeezed her mother's penis a bit. "But what would you rather do? Boring chess or monopoly or making up for the sexless days with your lovable, young, sexy daughter?"

"You little," Eleanor giggled, "Your sharp-mouthed little thing," Eleanor smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek multiple times. "Aren't you getting too much unhibited?" Amelia laughed in response but just stroked Eleanor's silently, kind of proving her point.

After that, Eleanor left and went to reheat her dinner as Amelia couldn't do much besides stretching her legs on the bed. She covered herself with the thick blankets as she looked at the flickering waves of the candles. Her mind was brought back to the beginning of last week when she realized she was going to be snowed-in alone with her mother. Then to the following days, thinking about all of the events which lead to this right moment, a big smile on her face as she enjoyed the silence. She felt relieved and happy.

When Eleanor came back, she faced a sleeping Amelia. She sighed, but she'd be damned if she had to reheat her dinner a third time. She woke up Amelia gently and kept her company as she ate. They happily talked about what they can do during a power outage. The conversation wasn't that fruitful, but they came up with some ideas. Seriously, that time around.

"Do you want some?" Amelia raised a spoon as she asked.

"No, I'm fine," answered Eleanor. Amelia didn't say anything and just raised her spoon to her mother's mouth instead. Eleanor looked and snickered a bit. "Alright, fine," she said.

"We've been moving a lot after all," was her excuse, her cheeks blushing as she fed her mom. Amelia then looked at herself and mused, "I guess this is the first time I ate dinner naked," And Eleanor almost choked.

"God, you really want to kill me," Eleanor coughed a bit, playfully saying as she bumped her collar bone a few times.

Eleanor then helped Amelia up so she could go to the bathroom. She took the opportunity to do dishes. Then, mother and daughter reunited in Eleanor's room for chatting, which quickly evolved to mostly flirting, which evolved to kissing…

Eleanor undid the knot on her robe and revealed herself to Amelia, who crept a hand over her inner thighs, teasing Eleanor as she let out a moan. Amelia came closer as she looked up. Now she was becoming familiar with her mother's crotch, something that she never thought would happen. Smiling, Amelia started to kiss her mother's thighs as Eleanor enjoyed herself and her daughter's touches.

Amelia was already turned on, but Eleanor already had her few shares of orgasm that day, so her dick wasn't already hard and ready for another round. That's where Amelia came to help. She slowly massaged Eleanor's member on her base as Eleanor sighed louder. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and Eleanor panted once. She started playing with the tip with the other hand, very slowly, so as to not hurt her mother.

It didn't take long for Eleanor to show signs of excitement as her penis started to get longer slowly, while still wrapped on Amelia's hands. Amelia smiled, started to squeeze and pull her mother's dick as she made her feel good. She revealed her mother's pink head, who was getting redder and swollen and sniffed her urethra, making Eleanor gasp once, her cock then throbbing harder. Amelia capitalized that and started to stroke her a little harder, making Eleanor grow stiffier on her hands.

Amelia smiled harder. She put her lips on her mother's base, right above her balls and then licked slowly and wetly until the tip, making Eleanor shiver in pleasure. "I'm getting the hang of it," she said, proudly.

"You're a natural," Eleanor admitted. "I guess you are my daughter."

"I guess I've just seen too much porn ," she said, feeling shy that she had said something so embarrassing.

"Right. Futa porn," Eleanor smiled as she brushed some of her daughter's hair aside, taking a good look at her as her cock was still right next to her face.It was a sight that excited her very much. She couldn't believe that in her years she would ever be faced with this image, but now that she has, she didn't want that image to be erased from her mind. "Now, we get to reenact all of your dirty little porn to your heart's content," she smiled and Amelia blushed - not that Eleanor could see in that barely lit-room.

"I'll hold you to that," Amelia fought her embarrassment to say as her lips engulfed her mother's cock tip, making her moan slightly.

The night continued for the both of them in lots of ways and angles. They made each other moan, squirm and orgasm multiple times. They were practically joined by their hips as they went to the bathroom and then back many times for bathroom breaks and to drink water.

Even so, eventually, they fell asleep on the bed together, still very naked as they couldn't bother with clothes after their long session.

(…)

Eleanor was getting coffee ready as she was warmly clothed in the morning. The windows were open, and things seemed to be going upwards. The storm seemed to have passed, finally, since it didn't snow for some days already. Even though the power was still out, and there was still tons of snow piled outside, making it nonviable to go out, even if they wanted it.

"Hey, mom," Amelia's voice echoed softly from behind, and Eleanor turned around. Her daughter was wearing warmer clothes that were very loose and looked fluffy, making her look adorable. Her fashion was impressive, and Eleanor couldn't help but think that she looked wonderful.

"Hey, beautiful," Eleanor smiled, "Didn't scare me today, I see."

Amelia giggled, her arms behind her back as she got closer, "Nah, I learned my lesson."

"What'cha hiding in there?" Eleanor smiled teasingly as she leaned sideways, and Amelia leaned the other way around to hide from her view.

"Nothing," she said, suspiciously. Her mother only pressed her with a meaningful look and smile, crossing her arms as if telling her I don't really believe you , and Amelia giggled, again. "Alright, I have a present for you," she said.

"Oh," Eleanor's brows shot upwards a little as she wasn't really expecting that.

"Close your eyes," Amelia teased, and Eleanor didn't complain, doing as she was told - closing her eyes as her eyebrows arched slightly upwards as well. Amelia then hugged her mother softly and pinned her against the kitchen's counter, going for a kiss right after.

"Hm…" mumbled Eleanor, as she pressed her lips against Amelia's softly, feeling her heart start racing again. They shared a kiss tenderly, but even so their bodies started to react to their closeness in other ways. Eleanor was the most obvious one, as her member started to grow taut against her pants.

Amelia laughed a bit, still kissing her mother, as she felt that cock getting bigger against her crotch and belly. She broke the kiss then, "Someone's excited," she teased before slightly touching her mother's warm member. It still had a powerful erection, even though it had been working hard almost non-stop during the night.

"And who's fault is that?" said Eleanor, as she pulled her daughter for another round of kisses, which were getting deeper the more they did it.

"That's why I brought you a gift," Amelia pulled back as she brought a little box to her mother.

Eleanor laughed, seeing what her daughter had in hands. It was her condom's box. "Wow… Thanks," she received the box.

"Now that you have this, " Amelia whispered as she pulled Eleanor's pants down, sneaking her hand under her boyshorts to grab onto her hardened dick, squeezing it nicely as she gripped it slowly. "… You can have me , but anywhere ," she seduced with a lustful smile.

"You little…" Eleanor smiled as she let these feelings run in her chest. Her crotch didn't resist the pleasure and it quickly made her cock throb and pulse, slowly growing even firmer inside her boyshorts.

"What, you didn't like my present, mom?" Amelia acted coy as she asked with big puppy eyes.

"Well, It's not that," Eleanor brough her daughter close, putting the box away as she started to kiss Amelia's neck slowly. Amelia sighed and closed her eyes, adjusting her neck to give easy access. "But we haven't even eaten anything yet."

"We can squeeze a quick one in before that, can't we?" Amelia suggested as she continued to tug and pull softly at her mother, who started to breathe harder.

"Do you want it?" asked Eleanor, in a low - almost husky - voice close to her ear. Amelia shivered, her cheeks flushing red as she unconsciously squeezed her thighs together a bit.

"Yes… I want it," she said, almost in a whisper.

"What do you want?" Eleanor teased.

"You. In me," Amelia continued to play with her mother's shaft as she said it, playfully stroking it and jerking her off.

"Be a little more specific," she said, as she grabbed her daughter's butt and squeezed it tightly over her clothes. She had such a soft ass, one that you could really sink your fingers in and feel how it wrapped around your digits.

"Your cock. I want it inside of my tight pussy…" she said, blushing.

"Now, that's a good girl," Eleanor smiled brightly at the words whispered, and her member throbbed once to them. "Get me wet," she said then in a smile as she pushed her boy shorts down, freeing her cock.

Eleanor's cock was stiff and ready, the head was proudly bulged and out of its foreskin and the veins looked tantalizingly sexy. Amelia didn't question and eagerly complied with her mother's request as she kneeled down before she started to wrap her lustrous lips around her mother's base, sucking her base off.

"No lollygagging, baby. It's cold," her mother said, and it was true. Even though it was warmer during the mornings, it still bothered her to be quite this exposed to the cold air.

Opening her mouth nice and wide, Amelia didn't waste time before she wrapped her puckered lips around her mother's head. Eleanor grunted in satisfaction as Amelia started to suck her out as she continued to slightly jerk her off.

"Oh, wow, such a delicious mouth," Eleanor smiled, closing her eyes as she felt her daughter continue to suck her off harder, Amelia bobbing her head as she pushed more of her mother's stiff and throbbing meat inside her mouth, her pussy getting wet as she felt her mother's hand caressing her hair.

Amelia only closed her eyes, feeling her excitement explode through the roof. Every time she can feel this deep smell of sex on her mother's cock as she suck her off for real, it makes her head spin in excitement, turning her on like crazy. It was the deep feeling of the biggest fetish she had, after all. Her biggest kink.

"Show me how hard you want momma to be when I shove this cock in your pussy," Amelia moaned, excited by Eleanor's words, which made her redouble her efforts to suck her mother's dick as she mixed more saliva and worked her tongue harder, sucking her tasty pillar of meat.

Eleanor guided her daughter as she felt waves of bliss run her body. The pleasure was numbing her brain as she let her words run wild, "Such a good cock-sucker," she complimented. "I should've guessed my daughter would know how to suck me off like a pro, God," she moaned, grabbing Amelia's hair tightly as she couldn't help but thrust her hips against her daughter's mouth.

Eleanor thrusted her cock deep inside and she could feel how her shaft was squeezed in by her daughter's throat. Eleanor moaned in pleasure and Amelia gagged a bit.

Eleanor was quick to help her daughter after that, taking her cock out, giving her daughter room to breathe. A tad feeling of guilt ran over when she realized she let her excitement get through her to do something of the sort to her still inexperienced daughter.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Eleanor was worried but also knew that her daughter was more resilient than that.

After making sure that her sweet baby was fine, Eleanor lifted Amelia up and promptly put her into the kitchen table, after putting her condom on. Eleanor stole her daughter's lips as they kissed hungrily, Eleanor's member rubbing and teasing her daughter's hood as they kept grinding at the table.

Eleanor helped Amelia strip the necessary clothes, Mainly making room as she let her pants dangle on one leg, while Eleanor pushed her panties aside. Her cock then started to poke and rub Amelia's clit wetly, making her whimper and gasp while being teased.

"Say you want it," Eleanor grunted.

"I want it," said Amelia, her voice low.

"Louder," Poked her cock against her wet twitching entrance, that clenched in anxiety as it dribbled more lewd juices.

" I want it! " her voice became louder and clearly needy. Eleanor then grunted and pushed it inside, making Amelia gasp in pleasure as the fat cock finally entered her hole for the first time that day.

"Fuck yea," Eleanor smiled as she felt her cock being squeezed tight. Her daughter's pussy was illegally tight, and Eleanor at that time was the only futa in the world who was able to monopolize her, so she took advantage. She swung her hips to and fro quicker and quicker as she gasped and panted, feeling her daughter clench and welcome her fat member within her slimy pussy folds.

She grabbed Amelia's hips as she moaned in pleasure. Wet slaps echoed in the room as Amelia and Eleanor became rougher, kissing and thrusting their hips into each other, their muffled moans of pleasure definitely mingling as much as their saliva and tongue.

"Hung… Mmm… Mpphh…!!" they both moaned as they got rougher on each other. The slaps got even faster as the table stared to rock and creak.

"Hahh… Hahh…! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Amelia said, breaking the kiss as her eyes were fogged in nothing but lust, feeling herself being split open deliciously by that fat member. She needed more, and so she asked.

"You're gonna regret asking," Eleanor howled as she pushed Amelia down on the table. She opened her legs further apart and started to really rock her pussy up! thrusting wetly and strongly against the middle of her legs.

Amelia moaned louder as she felt that pillar breaking her into two splits in the most blissful way possible. Her slit tightened on her mother's hardened cock and started milking her, so she wouldn't escape. Mother and daughter quickly get lost in a lewd trance of repeating noises and movements as they rock each other for their needy sinful pleasure.

Eleanor closed her eyes as she concentrated her focus and drive to rocking her hips harder, feeling the wet warm furnace of a pussy working on her engorged cock as her daughter kept receiving it like a moaning slut. Eleanor really wanted to give it to her, to break her apart and make her regret asking for more.

Minutes passed in crazy fucking until Eleanor was making Amelia moan as she rubbed her clit wetly. Her digit was sliding side to side on the teen's excited nub, making Amelia's skin crawl and shiver as she trembled in near-orgasm pleasure that numbed her brain. Eleanor was holding her orgasm as she plunged herself into her daughter continuously, still; her fat balls smacked onto the brunette's bubbly ass cheeks while she moaned for more. The cold didn't bother any of them at this point, as both were were too worried about their sex as to care for something so trivial.

"Yes! Yes!! Cumming! Cumming, oh fuck~! I'm fucking cumming, mom…!"

"Let's cum together, then, baby! Urgh, I'm going to pump my semen in your pussy!"

"Yes! Cum inside! Fuck yes! Fuck yea, yess !!"

Eleanor grabbed her hips and then she grunted, giving a final last pump with a swift move of her own hips, filling her daughter up with her cock, that stretched and teased her spasming walls before Eleanor unloaded her semen in her condom while inside Amelia.

In the back of her head Eleanor knows she should be cumming outside, even with the condom, but Eleanor kept convincing herself that cumming inside while wearing a condom was enough.

"Ohh…" Amelia gritted her teeth in bliss, feeling her mother's cock penetrate her deep inside, throbbing as it spasmed and spurted, filling up the condom inside of her little by little as she weakly moaned her pleasure.

Eleanor hugged Amelia weakly, her heart racing faster. It was a combo of emotions. Ecstasy and regret from both giving in to the pleasure and not giving in soon enough, and happiness from feeling so close while attached to her daughter by their wet crotches.

"More", announced Eleanor, putting some strands of her hair behind her ear.

"And our food?" Amelia asked, but Eleanor wasn't really listening anymore.

(…)

Huffing and panting, Eleanor moved her hips to and fro against her daughter's bubbly butt. She pinned Amelia by her shoulders as she smacked her hips repeatedly against her ass. They had moved from the table to the kitchen floor. Amelia was pinned by her mother as she received the fucking of her life.

"Is this uncomfortable for you, baby?" Eleanor asked, even though she was going so rough on her daughter's behind, smacking Amelia's butt with gusto, as she was quite delighted to hear her crotch wildly slapping against the teen's soft cheeks.

"N- No! Fuck! So rough!" Amelia had a raspy voice as she moaned and gritted her teeth, feeling how deep her mother was able to go from behind her, and how movements were rubbing all for her right places. Her head was spinning as she felt her mother so intimacy and roughly drilled her.

Using her knees for support as she still held Amelia on the floor, Eleanor started fondling her breasts as she felt all of her pleasure up to her brain, turning into a blissful mush she didn't want to end. Amelia was the same, as she raised her ass as much as she could to allow her mother to go as deep as possible inside of her.

Her pussy was trembling and drooling in excitement, coating her mother's condom-covered cock in sleeky juices as her blazing core folded and squeezed her thick shaft around her spots and muscles that made her moan in bliss.

"Your ass looks so good! I love your butt!" Eleanor panted as she couldn't resist the sinful temptation to slap her ass cheeks.

"Ahh!!" moaned Amelia, as her cheeks jiggled. Eleanor continued to pound her. She got even more turned seeing her daughter moan like that. She couldn't avoid it anymore, she slapped her cheeks again. "Hnng– More!" Amelia let out, in a sudden peak of lust, and just then she noticed she had asked for it.

Eleanor was in awe, she gave a mighty thrust into her daughter as her guts trembled in excitement and she had to control her urge to just cum right there. Her little daughter -while being fucked by her- just asked to be spanked in the ass.

"Did you just fucking ask for more?" Eleanor started to go harder on her daughter's butt, holding her hip with one hand, grabbing a fistful of hair in the other.

"I…" Amelia moaned, her eyes rolling as pleasure and excitement was starting to mix up in weird ways. Her heart swelled as she could feel how asking for more made Eleanor go rougher, and how her body enjoyed it – her pussy tightened and her nipples just got harder. "I did! I asked for more!"

A sonorous slap echoed, making Amelia lean out her head more as she moaned, her breath becoming rougher. She could feel her mother's cock was filling her up in the most amazing way. Amelia couldn't imagine how good her mother had to be to make her feel so incredible from just penetrating her like that. She thought her mother was a stud. It's like every time we do it she finds a way to make me feel even better .

"Looks like I raised a little…" Eleanor stopped herself.

"Say it…!" Amelia moaned, her lust fogging her thoughts. "Say it loud!"

"…A little bitch! " Eleanor tugged on Amelia's hair and gave a fierce thrust into her pussy as she said, making Amelia melt in pleasure.

"Hnng… Yes, fuck me, mom… I'm close…! Fuck… Fuck your bitch…!"

Amelia and Eleanor lost sense of rhythm as both started a cacophony of grunts and yells as they tried to screw each other as hard as they could. Each of them were focused on getting off while making the other feel good. Eleanor was clenching her teeth, grunting loudly as she held her orgasm until her baby girl was finished.

"C'mon! You like that cock, don't you?" Eleanor swung her crotch against her daughter's ass cheeks with loud impacts, until she felt the tight slit she was pumping suddenly cramp around her shaft.

"Oh fuuck! Ohhhh fuuuuck!!!" Amelia's eyes widened, her body trembled completely, without control. She slapped against the floor as her leg started to shake, her pussy slurping and quaking with her huge climax.

"Argh!!" Eleanor moaned – yelled almost. She couldn't take it anymore either and took her cock out of Amelia, took the condom out, and she pointed her dick straight to her daughter's face. "Open your mouth!" Eleanor asked as her hand stroked herself wildly, her balls started to clamp to its base without control, she was about to shoot. "Open your mouth!" Eleanor's hand was trapped inside between her daughter's legs, teasing her, as Amelia finally obliged.

The vision of her sweet innocent daughter panting in lust and dazed from her orgasm, completely red as she opened her mouth and presented her tongue to Eleanor. That was the image she needed before the woman lost all her composure and standard as a mother.

"Take my seed, baby!" She moaned, before her cock spasmed in her hand, it throbbed and inevitably let out its dirty thick and white cream.

It flew over in big shots of cum that shamelessly started to cover all of Amelia's face. Amelia blinked and moaned every time she felt one of her mother's big cumshots land all over mouth, nose and face in general, making a mess out of her face as she rode her climax still. It was white, sticky, and so warmer than she expected. It turned her on so much feeling this liquid being sprayed all over her.

Eleanor grunted and stroked herself as cum spewed from her shaft for longer than she expected. She aimed the head at Amelia's mouth as little spurts flew into her mouth as she finally finished cumming.

Eleanor finally sat down, her chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath. That was crazy. I rarely make facials, but… Eleanor looked down on her panting daughter, who was looking back at her.

"Hell, you look so sexy," Eleanor breathed.

"Why, Thank you. You look awesome from down here too," Amelia slowly grabbed her mother's shaft and started to pump it a bit before happily starting to lick the tip while cleaning it up. Eleanor stroked her daughter's hair as she did so.

"Oh, God, sweetie… Let's hurry up and eat something, I'm dying to continue this."

And they did so. After eating breakfast they continued their little play for hours. They went for different rooms in the house as they explored each other's bodies. And each came multiple times.

They actually made a sex tour from the kitchen until their rooms. They did it on the couch a couple of times and on the way upstairs, where Eleanor had grabbed Amelia by her ass and pumped a big load on her Doggystyle. She was wearing a condom, but the position and the place made Eleanor and Amelia really feel like animals.

Reaching upstairs they made a detour to enter the bathroom where Eleanor licked her daughter's pussy like peach, and made her scream in pleasure before she could actually pee on the toilet. Before they left, they finished it all up with Eleanor on top of her inside the empty bathtub at least twice in a row. The place was freezing, but they repeatedly slapped their crotches against each other felt way more important, so no one complained.

On the way to the office, Amelia had a naughty idea. She dragged her mother inside and pushed her onto the desk and she went down as she role-reversed her. She stripped her bottom and went down on her slit for the first time. She made her mother beg for climaxes as she fucked her with pens deep inside her as she licked her delicious pleasure button. She made her mother's cock leak like a faucet as she had handless orgasms as Amelia slurped her pussy up.

Their tour was long. It doesn't take time to explain what they do, but it does to actually do them. They would often take breaks and naps before they would wake up and do it again. Like it's the most usual thing. They drink water and stretch their legs and cast fun at each other for being dumb enough to keep doing sex so recklessly, like they would stop just because of that.

When they eventually reached their room their logic was already like mush, however. Eleanor accepted to participate in a "tip game" where she would penetrate Amelia's pussy with her cock still condomless for two to three minutes before she took it out of her and rolled her condom.

The game didn't go out of control, as one would expect, but it definitely made each other thirsty for more condomless actions. Eleanor made love to Amelia, only thinking about how good it would feel to be cumming while bare, 'creampying' her girl. Making her explode in orgasm as Eleanor would howl in ecstasy. How better it would feel to be directly in touch with her, skin against skin completely like two lovers.

Eleanor really had to resist the temptation. She had to struggle against that urge that whispered in her ear. And Amelia wasn't helping either. She was trying to convince her mother too. She was a devil on her shoulder that would simply imply how good it would feel to go bareback. Like a passive-aggressive angel, she would make her mother tremble in delight while she narrated how delicious and wet she was, and how good it would feel to taste it.

Mother and daughter switched positions on the bed. Sometimes she would be on cowgirl, sometimes doggystyle. Missionary seemed to be a favorite of theirs as well. Going sideways and backwards. Switching to fellatio and sixty nine just to finish it in sweet penetration.

They lost track of time and the hours passed as they had fun together. Before they could even realize - especially because of the poor light - it had been a day. They didn't even know when the first day ended and the second one started. They were just making love together, taking breaks to drink water and breathe as they composed themselves and got some energy back, to snuggle and kiss each other, talk and get to know themselves better, only to go back to the loving right after.

But after a while the both of them were pretty much tapped out and needed a real break, especially Eleanor. Amelia was sore in places she's never been, and although it wasn't Eleanor first time being so sore after a long session of sex, it was surely nostalgic for her. Even so, she wasn't young anymore, and she couldn't keep up with a young teenager like her daughter for too much longer.

They spend the second day mostly doing other quality time activities, as much as you can without depending on electricity.

That wasn't to say they didn't have sex. It was still a primary thing they would do, even though they would complain a bunch after it, since they were still tired. Like magnets that attracted each other, their bodies were pretty much glued the entire time during their two days without power.

By the end of the second day, they had gathered next to the fireplace. Eleanor burned some of her plans in the fire, as Amelia snuggled together with her mother to keep warm.

"Weren't these papers important?" Amelia asked.

"Not anymore," answered Eleanor. She smiled, hugging her daughter tighter to her back. "By the way, I decided to accept the CEO spot."

Amelia had to hold her reaction up a notch, as she didn't want to scare her mother. She wanted to jump and hug her tight in excitement, wanted to kiss all of her face and if that led to another quick round of sex, then so be it. But she just spent a lot of time with her mother today and she was feeling so relaxed next to that fire together with her. Amelia sighed happily and tightened her hug.

"You're going to be great at it, I know it," Amelia said. She has no basis to say that, but she wanted to support her mother and her decision no matter what. Especially because she knew that Eleanor was unsure about it before.

"Thank you, darling," answered her, kissing her cheek as they both continued to watch the fire.

"What made you change your mind?" asked her daughter.

Eleanor bit her lower lip in thought. "Part of it was you – your reaction made me think about it more. I still need the money to pay for your sister's college too. Part of it was because I didn't want to disappoint my mother, even though she doesn't deserve it lately. But I wanted to give her a little bit of satisfaction."

"So it's going to be temporary?"

"I haven't decided yet. It might be or not. What do you think?"

"Me? I– I don't know. I don't understand any of this stuff," Amelia gasped and blushed a bit.

"I didn't either. But the business has been running since my grandmother. And it passed to the headmistress until me. You know what that means, right?"

"That our company is old?" Eleanor laughed at her daughter's answer. Her laugh was contagious and genuinely happy, and both of them chided in on the emotion together.

"Don't ever say that in front of her grandmother, she'd eat you alive," Eleanor kissed her daughter's cheek "Say that we're role models, traditional, but never old," She snickered a bit, still imagining how Meryl would flip out if she ever heard that her grandkid said something like that, and how much she wanted to actually happen. "But no,

"What I meant to say is that it has become a tradition. And one day… that tradition will lead to you being the CEO."

Amelia's eyes widened as she heard the words. She controlled the urge to jump and get off her mother's arm, but even though she didn't do it, her breath had quickened a bit.

"W- Wait… Me? The CEO? Um… I…"

"Obviously, this wouldn't be happening in the near future yet. But… your grandmother's wish is for it to continue like this, and if it did, one day I would be passing the company to you, and you'd be passing to your kin as well. The idea is that all of our heritage goes to the following daughter, but our family is popular for giving birth to only one child per generation. I think Mother wanted to have a second child, but it didn't work out, so I think I was the first in the family to have birthed a second child…" she mumbled the last part.

"Then how does Kate fit into this?"

"I'll be the one deciding, but I don't have any plans yet," Eleanor tugged her daughter closer a little and looked at her pretty eyes. "What I wanted to ask is if you wanted to fit into this."

"Huh?"

"Do you see yourself in the company?" Eleanor said, to the point. And Amelia didn't answer. She just blushed and looked away weakly. Seeing her hesitation, Eleanor just smiled. "Think about it over these months until college. That's all I'm asking."

Amelia nodded. She only nodded, and in her head a million thoughts crossed her mind. Even so, they were private, and she didn't wish to tell her mother about it yet. So they just spend some time in silence.

After a very long moment, Eleanor was the first to say something; changing topics.

"I can't believe we are actually doing this."

"What? Watching the fireplace?" Amelia asked, feigning ignorance, and Eleanor chuckled.

"Are you sure you're alright with a horny mother like me?"

"Hm, now that you mentioned it…" Amelia said, and for a moment Eleanor's belly froze, until she caught the teasing looking Amelia was giving her.

"You tease!" Eleanor laughed, nervously, as her daughter snickered. "But, we do have a lot to talk about and discuss. This is happening very quickly."

"It's fine," Amelia said. "We have time. Let's just enjoy ourselves together," Amelia leaned against her mother's shoulders, and Eleanor squeezed her shoulders back.

"Yeah. There's no rush."

"I love you," she said, stroking her mother's neck slowly as she looked up to her.

"I love you too, darling," Eleanor smiled and lowered her head, kissing her neck and then her cheek. "I don't think I've ever loved someone like I'm loving you."

Amelia smiled brightly. These were magical words for her ears. And she felt her heart tremble while listening to them. She almost asked Eleanor to repeat it, so she could smile at them again.

"You know, I was wrong. Turns out I love being called cute nicknames too," Amelia smiled.

"Yeah?" Eleanor beamed, and Amelia nodded. Their lips found each other like magnets, but they were soft and gentle as they exchanged caresses. "You're my baby girl," Eleanor said, gaining another nod from Amelia as they kissed.

Eleanor leaned down and Amelia got on top as they continued to passionately make out.

"My sweetheart," Eleanor continued, and Amelia hummed in approval, giving her another kiss then breaking it.

"What else?" Amelia smiled seductively.

"My love," and Amelia squeezed Eleanor's shoulder bone affectionately as she dove for more kisses as the fire crackled in the background.

After that, they resumed to love each other quietly. They mingled together, and they didn't know exactly for how long. Eventually they ended up in Eleanor's bed, but they didn't notice when that actually happened.

While they spent hours in quiet lovemaking, the fourth day of the power outage passed, and they swiftly moved on to the fifth day while connected to each other.

Chapter 17: Bare Feelings

Summary:

Eleanor reaffirms herself and moves along with how her heart feels.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Eleanor rubbed her eyes open the next day, she was hugging her lovely daughter on her arms who was slightly shivering. She didn't know how many hours had passed since they took a nap, but it was already getting lighter inside the room.

While Eleanor moved to check the time, the tossing made Amelia wake up.

Her teenage daughter tensed up for some seconds before shivering and hugging her mother tighter, snuggling to her. "So cold," she complained in a low voice. Eleanor laughed and rolled a bit on her side.

"I'll warm you up, Amy" she seduced her daughter in a husky voice, starting to kiss Amelia on her neck and cheeks as she caressed her naked body slowly, feeling her torso and hips.

Amelia laughed. "Hmm, again?" she said, closing her eyes as she shivered for a different reason, feeling how her mother caressed her.

"Don't wanna?" Eleanor asked, promptly sucking Amelia's neck, caressing and suckling her skin as Amelia moaned.

"Didn't say that," Amelia whispered. Amelia looked at the room, still a little sleepy and yet getting very turned on. A hand started to touch her labia and Amelia moaned in satisfaction as she felt her mother do a good job at making her even wetter.

Eleanor opened Amy's legs and she felt her mother's dick start rubbing her wet pussy, her engorged cock tip relentlessly teasing her clit as both got lost in their movements and pleasure.

Amelia quickly remembered yesterday, about their little wicked game and she smiled teasingly.

The way her mother trembled when she first put the tip without a condom was so cute. She thought Eleanor would cum on the spot – and she almost actually did. Eleanor's raw penis was amazing, and her pussy ached to feel that feeling again, so she had asked for it.

"Do you wanna get a free taste again?" she was dying to hear a yes from Eleanor, already shivering from expectation.

"I think I might," Eleanor didn't disappoint and then she sighed, pointing her throbbing cock down onto Amelia's entrance. Amelia chest constricted in a good way, expecting what was to come. Eleanor didn't hesitate and thrusted inside Amelia without a condom, both moaning in pleasure as they connected again.

At this point they were pretty much used to that coital feeling. The past two days were basically spent fucking. Even so, it didn't take away from this moment, in fact, it seems that the more they do it the more they enjoy themselves. However, they couldn't help but tremble and shiver in pleasure from connecting without any protection. It made both of them particularly more turned on.

Eleanor hugged her daughter close, starting humping her hips inside Amelia, that wiggled her hips back to meet her mother's thrust. "Amelia, you're getting so good at this," Eleanor huffed as she moved faster, making sure her daughter could feel her shaft all the way in.

"Your raw cock is going so deep inside…!" Amelia moaned, feeling Eleanor's skin rubbing and teasing her slimy folders; the way she fucked her, the way her her pussy walls was opened with every new thrust made her grunt in pleasure.

"Baby, you're the best," moaned Eleanor. She couldn't help but take her daughter's lips into a passionate kiss, starting to go faster, building a moderate pace - neither too fast or too slow. They hugged and kissed as Amelia muffled her moans on her mother's lips.

Their hips connected continually. Eleanor held her daughter's hips as she continued to moan and move together, looking deep into each other's eyes. Eleanor bit her lower lip and held back her pleasure moans, pleasure going down her spine from looking at her daughter's sparkly almond eyes.

Amelia embraced her mother by her neck and brought her closer. "Hnng, Eleanor…"

"Oh, shit!" moaned Eleanor, completely stopping herself after a sudden peak of pleasure. Was it because she said my name? she thought.

"What's wrong?" Amelia panted and smiled softly.

Eleanor put her face around her daughter's neck and kissed her. She had asked her so gently. With such care.

"I need that condom, now," Eleanor whispered.

"Alright, love," Amelia stroked her mother's hair as she reached to grab the condom box.

"You're being so gentle with me today," Eleanor sighed, smiling, then kissing her daughter's cheek, who moaned happily, until she noticed something.

"Um, mom?" she asked. "We're basically out of condoms."

"What? No way," Eleanor took the box out of her daughter's hands and noticed she was right. "How is that possible? How can we go through that amount of condoms in what? four days? It was almost a full box…"

"I guess we just fucked a lot," Amelia said, in a low voice.

Eleanor took one of the three last condoms of the box, and slid off Amelia's pussy. Eleanor's penis was so wet from her daughter's juices that it was glistening. Eleanor smiled at that fact.

"We were busy, huh?" Eleanor opened the condom and started to roll it around her shaft as she looked at her baby girl, kneading her shaft slowly with her other hand.

"Yes, so busy," Amelia smiled. She sat up to kiss her mother a bunch of times all over her face, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"I love being this kind of busy," confessed Eleanor. It felt like ages since she felt so young and sexy.

"You're welcome to busy yourself with me any time," Amelia caressed her mother's hips and kissed her slowly. Eleanor moaned in agreement.

Amelia sat on her mother's lap and started to move herself into her mother, making her moan. Eleanor held her daughter's hips firmly and couldn't help but thrust forward. Amelia mewled, her mother got deeper into her core and it made her go crazier.

They both kissed lovingly as they started to move themselves slowly together. The cold was wrapping around them again but it felt so nice to be connected together as they fucked. Eleanor squeezed her daughter's butt, making Amelia bounce on her a little faster.

Amelia, who was busily wrapping her tongue around her mother, was suppressing her moans as her slit clamped down harder on that member assaulting her.

Fuck, this is… amazing. This is so fucking amazing…!

" Hnng…!" Her ass bounced down harder one last time, her eyelids fluttered, having a strong orgasm while still kissing Eleanor.

"Oh, shit, baby…" Eleanor melted, hugging her, feeling her baby girl quiver and tremble around her cock.

Eleanor pushed Amelia down to the bed while Amelia finished her orgasm, pressing her body down, groaning and twitching.

While panting, Eleanor took her penis out and slid the condom off, jerking herself quickly while touching her daughter's clit.

"Mommy's cumming," she moaned, feeling her balls throb.

"Dirty me with your semen, mom," Eleanor trembled when she heard the dirty talking.

"Ohhhhhhh!!" Eleanor's eyes rolled up unconsciously. She shot her semen all over her daughter's belly, painting it with three strikes of white warm liquid. "Fuck…! Fuck…!" Eleanor lost some control as she leaned over.

Amelia watched the show with interested eyes, moaning a little as her mother flicked her clitoris. She couldn't help but feel so turned by seeing her mother cumming all over her. It was like a dream for her, especially because she felt so intimate with the one doing it.

After the deed was done, Eleanor laid on top of her daughter and Amelia hugged her tightly. She was still dirty but none of them cared about it. They hadn't showered properly since the power outbreak, and they were both smelly to realize their odors to begin with. So, even though they were kissing and licking each other's privates, they didn't care about hygiene at all, in fact, they were too turned on to care about it in the first place.

"Am I heavy?" Eleanor asked.

"Yes, in the right way," Amelia smiled and kissed her cheek, "I love feeling your weight on me, it's very nice and comforting," she said.

"You're a sweetheart," Eleanor laid to her side to ease the weight on her daughter. "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning, mom. Did you sleep well?" Amelia snuggled closer to her mother's, and Eleanor stroked her hair.

"Very," she smiled. "This feels like heaven, all things considered."

"Are you talking about grandma?"

"Yeah. I still can't believe she just told everything to me in that manner. I know that she sucks at communication, but that was such a heavy blow."

"Does she? Suck at communicating, I mean."

"Completely. It's not like she's terrible when it comes to work stuff. But personally? She always kept me in the dark about everything."

"Honestly, I barely know her. I know you care about her, but that was it. Besides that, you know I don't like her."

"I don't blame you, honestly," Eleanor bit her lower lip. "She doesn't treat any of you right. Not you, not Kate… Especially Kate…"

"What do you mean?" Amelia asked. She was a little bit hurt that Kate seemed to get special treatment from Eleanor, but she tried to not be so selfish.

Eleanor looked at Amelia and she bit her lip a bit harder. She sighed. "I can't tell you that. It's not right to say that as a mother…"

"Then don't," Amelia caressed her mother's cheek. "Tell me as Eleanor."

"I…" Eleanor gulped. "You can't say that to anyone else, alright?"

"Yes, of course. Just you and me," Amelia smiled. She approached her mother and gently kissed her. Eleanor didn't refuse. "We're not just mother and daughter anymore. I hope you know that."

"I know that. But, it's hard to differentiate when I talk to you as a mother or… something else."

"Right now, you're naked in bed with me."

Eleanor nodded and laughed at her daughter's silliness. At her own silliness too, for that matter.

"Alright, but don't tell Kate, then, alright?"

"…but if she pisses me off…"

"Amelia," Eleanor berated, and Amelia clenched her jaw a bit.

"I'm sorry, it was a joke."

Eleanor crossed her arms as she got closer. She knew she could trust Amelia, it was probably the only one she knew she could trust. Debbra was someone Eleanor held very dear to her heart, but they weren't as close anymore.

Amelia, on the other hand, always listened to her now. She confided her darkest feelings and thoughts she had to her daughter. She told her insecurities, and Amelia was still there. So Eleanor trusted Amelia.

"I've already told you about Kate's origin. Her mother's alive and well in the Bahamas in a big house, probably living a good life by herself or with a family, even."

"Yeah? How is grandmother unfair to Kate, though? I mean, she's mean to me openly, but she treats Kate alright."

"She treats her with indifference. Which is different. Although you're a special case on your own, Kate was born because of your grandmother. She never chose to be born, and I never chose to have her, either."

Eleanor was under the impression Amelia was going to say something after what Eleanor had told her, but when she kept quiet and the silence grew, she understood why. Amelia had not completely understood what Eleanor meant to say, so she would elaborate.

"Kate was born in a different circumstance. Although I wasn't planning on having you, I was happy I was going to have you. Terrified, but happy," Eleanor stroked her daughter's cheek slowly, and Amelia smiled. "But Kate? Kate to my mother is just… a failure. That little girl was born into this world with nobody to love her. Not even me."

Amelia's eyes widened.

"Do you understand now? I didn't love Kate's mother, Jenny. I didn't like my mother's plan. I only accepted it because I had no choice. But when I saw Kate for the first time, I knew… Meryl would hate her."

There was no empathy in Eleanor's voice. Just coldness.

"When I saw that baby, and how nobody wanted her… not even her own two mothers and grandmother… I cried. I… I felt like a monster for being part of it. To grow up in a world where you are nothing but a failed plan… That's so mean… So horrible…!" Eleanor's eyes grew distant as she told her daughter her sister's reality. One that she would prefer not to talk about or even admit to her daughters.

"B– But you love Kate…" Amelia said, a gripping icy sensation on her heart was dominating her, and she tried to control it by saying that to Eleanor. "You've always treated her super well…"

"But by choice…" Eleanor said. Her eyes were a bit moist as she remembered that day where that tiny little baby was in her arms for the first time. She didn't feel anything holding her. There was no giddiness, no warm feelings. "I couldn't let that innocent girl alone in this world. I couldn't. She was half of me. If my mother wouldn't own up to caring for her like she should, then I decided to do it. Maybe then when Kate discovers how she was born she will forgive me then…"

Eleanor clenched her teeth tightly as she shut her eyes. Now and again she would think about what will happen when she tells Kate the truth about her birth mother. Sometimes it kept Eleanor awake at night, together with the thought of how Amelia would react to Meryl forcing her to marry after graduation.

"Please, don't tell Kate I said this…" Eleanor stroked her eyes and looked deeply at Amelia.

Amelia hugged her mother. Once again not realizing the type of burden she had to carry all of her own. Not only regarding her but also Kate as well.

"I won't, I promise."

"Thank you," Eleanor said, a bit emotional.

Still hugging her mother, Amelia found the courage in her chest to deliver the next words. "But I… I don't believe in you. You say that you don't love her? I don't believe you. I will never believe you. The way you smile. The way you hear and pay attention to her. You care for her. You'd never do that if you didn't love her."

"…You think so?" Eleanor asked, meekly. She couldn't quite believe it. She knew she paid attention to her daughter, but she never saw it in that light.

"Whole-heartedly," Amelia said. "You care. You're different from Grandmother. You're not heartless… you… can be cold, like with people in the church and me when I misbehave, but you're doing this out of care. I realize that now. Grandmother is just… bitter. She belittles and hurts people. You're not like that."

"Ok, sweetheart," Eleanor said, feeling glad but a little bit off by the comments about her mother. Even if it was true.

"Wanna talk about something more light-hearted?"

"Please," Eleanor laughed weakly. It always feels like everything is about her dark past when she talks with Amelia, recently. Although it could be quite cathartic, it was still exhausting.

"Well, then I want to know a little more about you… like, what kind of things did you do when you were living by yourself?"

"I thought you wanted to talk about light-hearted stuff?" Eleanor cupped the back of her neck, smiling.

"Is it a bad topic?" Amelia quickly understood that something she thought was fun doesn't mean it was for her mother.

"Well… it definitely had its ups and downs. It wasn't always fun, but it wasn't bad all the time either. I was a spoiled brat at the time, so I complained a lot, and I had fights with my girlfriend left and right because she was jealous of me being so popular with, well… everyone, including our other roommates. And, it was justifiable since I was a loose cannon when I was drunk, which I was 80% of the time when I was younger.

"Honestly, I was mostly drunk, getting fucked or sleep deprived to remember a lot of stuff… but, it was freeing too. Was it a life worth living? I don't know. It wasn't a bad life but I think I was burning myself out.

"It was very irresponsible and I had no plans for the future…" explained Eleanor. It has been so long since she remembered those years. "But it was self-sustainable, honestly. At least, I managed to make it so.

"I did some gigs at the side and I had enough money to live by myself when I eventually broke up with my girlfriend. I had my own apartment and I could live well enough to call myself a middle-class worker, even if just barely . I could live. I could survive. My mother undersells it saying I was miserable, but it wasn't true. I never thought of going back to her after she kicked me out."

"Then, why did you?" Amelia asked.

Eleanor cupped her daughter's cheek, caressing slowly as she looked deep into her eyes. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes for a second, choosing to avoid her glare when she opened them again.

"I couldn't give that life to you. Things became too difficult for me when I became pregnant… And I… When I thought of raising you while working, all alone, I was too afraid. I'm sorry, but I couldn't do it. And, also… I didn't want you to become a stripper's daughter…"

"Stop," said Amelia, now she was the one caressing her mother's face. "I didn't want to make you remember this. I'm sorry."

Her mother's eyes were moist, but Eleanor didn't even notice it. Amelia clenched her jaw. She had just discovered her mother was a stripper, but she didn't press that matter.

"Let's have some breakfast, alright?" Amelia got up.

"Yeah… let's. I'm famished. But first I'm in dire need of going to the bathroom."

Amelia lightly knocked on the bathroom's door where Eleanor was in.

"Yes, darling?" Eleanor asked.

"I'm coming in," and so she did, holding a big jar of water with a big glove.

"What are you doing?" Eleanor, who was sitting on the toilet, asked while laughing, covering her mouth.

"Shut up, ok? It was the first big thing I found," she explained as she went to the bathtub with it, pouring the steaming water in there.

"We have buckets, you know? Are you boiling water for a shower? What a smooth way to say I'm smelling," Eleanor laughed heartily.

"I don't know where they are, and if you're smelling I'd be smelling too."

"I'll show you where the buckets are in a moment."

Some trips back and forth, the both of them managed to fill the bathtub with boiling water that by the time they were done had cooled down enough for them to take a bath in it.

Relaxing in the bathtub, the both of them laid close to each other. Mother being hugged by her daughter's arms as they relaxed against the candle lights.

"This is nice," mumbled Amelia, feeling her mother's warmth wrapped around her. Her bigger back filled all of her torso.

"I agree," she closed her eyes. When was the last time she did that? To stop worrying about her job, simply to enjoy herself and the moment? Her mind was completely at ease.

"Does this count as cuddling?" Amelia wrapped her arms around her mother's neck.

"I'd believe so…" mumbled Eleanor.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course, darling," Eleanor leaned back on her daughter. She went to her side and kissed Amelia's cheek.

Amelia, who had her arms around Eleanor, started to flirt with her by caressing her slightly.

"You seem a bit silent, that's all."

"I'm enjoying my time with you."

Amelia looked at her mother, slowly gazing at her body, and realized that her penis was starting to grow under the water. She snickered. "Yeah, I can see that."

Eleanor looked at her daughter's eyes to realize where she was looking, and she couldn't help but blush when she understood what was going on.

"Pardon your mother," Eleanor laughed weakly.

"This thing simply doesn't go down, does it?"

Eleanor laughed at the words, "I suppose I still have some youth on me."

"Stroke it for me," mumbled Amelia, tightening her arms around Eleanor.

"What?" Eleanor smiled, glaring at her daughter with soft eyes.

"I want to see you jerk off," she answered in a whisper, and Eleanor understood. Her dick started to harden quickly after these words, and Amelia simply smiled. She loved watching these reactions.

Eleanor smiled. Her daughter was so kinky sometimes. Probably the effect of watching porn. She straightened herself back to a more comfortable position, but one that still allowed Amelia a good angle to watch everything.

She gripped her shaft and pulled back the head, fully exposing it. The shaft was partially out of the water and was throbbing now. Amelia gulped. It was such a vision. Her mind went back a couple of days when she saw her mother's cock for the first time. She clenched her jaw at the vision and that memory, feeling herself getting excited.

"See how hard it is?" Eleanor teased, holding her stiff cock.

"It's very hard…" she mumbled.

"Do you like it?" Eleanor smiled, caressing her shaft slowly.

"Hmm…" Amelia squeezed her thighs together, feeling her pussy tingle. Her mother enjoyed the noise her daughter made very much, and she smiled as she teased herself.

"Look at me," Eleanor said, rubbing herself very slowly.

"I'm doing it. It's so hot," Amelia whispered.

"What part of it?" Eleanor urged her daughter.

"Everything…" Amelia said in a whisper. She realized what her mother was doing, so she continued. "It's so big, and thick…"

Eleanor gasped lightly as she stroked herself. She felt her daughter's arms wrapped on her shoulders, her warmth all over her. Her cock twitched at the words spoken.

"What else?"

"I love all of the veins. The supple part. How hard it feels on my hand when I hold it; how it feels wrapped around my fingers… how hot it is. How it twitches when I play with the base of the shaft… I also love that I can barely wrap my hand on it, because it's so thick…"

Eleanor grasped the shaft and tried to wrap her fingers around it, not quite being able to do it.

"Just like that," Amelia mumbled. "Now stroke it for me."

"Hnng…" Eleanor moaned as she moved her hand like her daughter asked.

Amelia looked with interested eyes, and Eleanor bit her lower lip, feeling overwhelmed by this sensation.

"I'm so turned on," she confessed.

"Stroke the tip," Eleanor's hand moved upwards and did as told. "Just like that."

"Baby…" Eleanor moaned.

"You're so hot," Amelia whispered into her ear.

"Am I?" Eleanor let out a big gasp of hot air.

"So, so much…" Amelia smiled. "Such a big and beautiful cock, you have… so sexy."

"Am I sexy?" Eleanor whispered.

"The hottest woman ever," Amelia caressed her mother's face slowly with one of her hands. Eleanor's cock throbbed a bit.

"Baby, this feels so good," quivered Eleanor.

"Don't go so fast," Amelia asked. "I don't want you to cum yet."

"Fuck," smiled Eleanor. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Oh, yes. I love watching you jerking off," Eleanor had to hold in a heavier gasp. "You did a lot of that, didn't you, while I grew up?" teased Amelia.

"Yes…" Eleanor confessed.

"I actually watched you do that one day, you know?"

"W- what?" Eleanor panted. Her mind was in the middle of feeling good, so it barely registered what she said.

"I saw you on the couch that day. You didn't see me, I was at the stairs. You had pulled down your panties, and pulled your hard… throbbing cock out. It was the first time I saw it for real…" the words framed a very vivid scene to Eleanor's brain. Amelia was lost in the details to realize that her mother picked up her pace. "so fucking big… God it felt so wrong looking, but so hot… that big thick cock in your hands… You were watching porn and completely unaware that I was just… there… looking you stroke away at that big dick meat you have."

"Oh, fuck!" gasped Eleanor, as her cock throbbed so hard. "Shit, I'm going to cum…!"

"No, stop!" Amelia held her mother's arm. Eleanor quivered and trembled visibly, getting a grip on herself as to control her own orgasm. It was very close, but she managed to not cum.

"That… was…" Eleanor panted as she removed her hand totally from her cock. Amelia was making sure she wouldn't go over the edge either.

"Breathe…" said Amelia.

"Did that… really happen?" she asked instead.

"Yes, it did… although I didn't look for long," she confessed, stroking her mother's face. "But I was so wet from the little I saw, even though it was wrong."

"I didn't know you were having these feelings for me as well."

"What can I do? You are very attractive. And the way you stroked your cock right now… very delicious…" Eleanor breathed harder after hearing the words. "Have you calmed down yet?"

"Yeah," Eleanor nodded, making Amelia release her mother's arm.

"Grip it again, this time slower."

"What is this?" Eleanor smiled at the tine her daughter used. "You're going to guide me?"

"Mhm, you're gonna do everything I say," Amelia smiled too.

"Am I?" Eleanor teased.

"Start slowly with the shaft," she ordered, and Eleanor obliged without saying anything. "You were so hot when you almost came. I almost sent you over the edge, didn't I?"

"You almost did."

"Getting so turned on imagining me watching you jerk off. You're such a perverted mother."

"Mmm…" moaned Eleanor, working slowly on the base of her shaft, like she was asked.

"Say it to me," ordered Amelia.

"I'm… a perverted mother. Hnng…" Eleanor clenched her jaw. She was so sensitive right now.

"Moment of truth, how many times did you jerk off to my nudes?"

"Fuck, so many times by now…" Eleanor panted.

"Do you love them?" Amelia was caressing her mother's hair. "Go faster on the shaft, now. But keep it slow."

"Yes…." Eleanor obliged and answered, starting to lose herself while thinking about her daughter's naughty pictures.

"Elaborate for me. Tell me."

"Hnng… I love them. Your pictures… I love your naked pictures. They're my favorite. They get me so hard every time…" Eleanor started to pant loudly. Her cock was standing up, hard as an iron rod, "I love having naked pictures of you on my phone…"

"Why is that?" Amelia's heart was racing to her mother's confession. She didn't imagine she would tell so much.

"I love them… they make me feel naughty… I missed this feeling so fucking much."

"God, you're so fucking perverted,"

"Yes… I'm a pervert. Call me naughty things…"

"Nope. This was just me teasing a bit," She said, smiling. "Stop jerking off…" Eleanor paused. She looked at Amelia with confused eyes.

"That's it. You were going so fast, and I didn't tell you to do that," Amelia said, smiling. Eleanor was surprised. She didn't notice when she had picked up her pace. "I love when you go fast, but I want you to go slow today. Can you do that?"

"Um… yes," Eleanor mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. She didn't exactly know what was going on, and she felt weirdly different. That was not like usual.

"That's a good girl," Amelia said in a low voice. She felt so weird saying it, but there was no word she found other than that.

"Good girl… huh?" Eleanor said. She understood what was going on.

"Mhm… Start with the tip this time," she said.

"Alright," she stroked her dick's head slowly as she closed her eyes. "Like that?"

"Just like that. Does it feel good?"

"A lot…" Eleanor said, with her eyes closed as she leaned against her daughter. She could feel her breasts pressed against her back, and it was so relaxing.

"I want you to feel good," Amelia whispered. "You deserve to feel good," Amelia caressed her mother's face, that made her feel warm inside and weird. It was such a fuzzy feeling. It was… new.

"You're not naughty… You're beautiful. You're nice."

Eleanor panted. She was going slow, but these words penetrated her chest and made her constricted in a good way.

"You're not perverted. Everyone feels like that. You're normal. You're not weird. You're not alone… You deserve to feel good like this."

"Mmm… Amelia…" Eleanor's eyelids fluttered while she mumbled it.

"You are enough…" she stroked her mother's hair. She noticed that her mother was stroking her whole cock by now. She wasn't that good at following orders and she was going faster, but Amelia didn't say anything. "You're such a good girl…"

"I'm… a good girl…" Eleanor repeated, feeling her chest going wild. Why do these words feel so good to hear? She thought to herself.

"You are. I am so proud of you. You're nothing but amazing and beautiful. You work so hard every day."

"Oh, Amelia…"

"Go faster now…" she said, smiling and continued to dote on her mother. Eleanor was panting again and she was stroking her whole shaft up and down.

"I don't think you're perverted. I don't think you're shameless… You deserve to be pampered like this every day… You're so beautiful. So wonderful… You make me so happy and proud…"

"Oh, shit… oh shit…" Eleanor lost control over herself and started to pant, leaning harder on Amelia, her face side rested on her breasts as she slid down the bathtub. Her hand moved faster as she groaned, her eyes closed as she felt so good. So goddamn good. Amelia hugged her mother's face to her chest and smiled.

"Go all out, baby… cum all of you balls for me to see. Make yourself feel good for me… Show me how good you're feeling right now."

Eleanor panted harder and harder. Her face scrunched in pleasure as she finally lost control and shot all of her semen out in the bathtub. Her heart was racing like it never did, and she felt small and vulnerable, but so happy. So happy that she could cry.

Eleanor panted a lot after that, but Amelia kept holding Eleanor in place, stroking her wet head slowly, making sure her nose wouldn't go into the water as well. Eleanor was feeling so light that she almost dozed off, but Amelia didn't let her.

"Hey, it would be bad if you actually sleep here," she said in a calming tone.

Eleanor looked up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her wrist. She smiled and raised herself from the bathtub, holding her daughter on her shoulders as she looked deep into her eyes.

"You, out of this bathroom now." Eleanor said.

Amelia smiled at her.

Eleanor pushed Amelia down. She squealed. The lack of gravity was fun and her mother was wild. Eleanor was very silent and was a bit rough, but nothing about that moment was scary for her. Eleanor crawled up and got to her daughter's eye level. It was morning, but it was still dark.

"Mom, we're still wet, what the fuck?" Amelia giggled. They were really making a mess on the bed at that moment. Eleanor silent her daughter up with a tender kiss. The kiss then grew heavier by the second as they hugged each other. They were making out slowly, and Amelia felt something poking her entrance. She laughed, breaking the kiss.

"You're still soft, silly," even so, Eleanor managed to insert the tip in, and Amelia's eyes widened when she felt her mother's member tremble and get slightly ticker inside her. "Oh, nevermind…" Amelia smiled and went back to pepper kisses on her mother's thick lips as they got intimate again.

It didn't take a lot of time before Eleanor was fucking her daughter again. Amelia moaned with every thrust she felt, her mother went all the way inside of her incredibly wet slit. The cold was getting sharper, and Eleanor grunted as she moved faster in and out.

Their sex could not prevent them from being cold, but it helped. Their embrace was warm and their breaths were still hot. Eleanor's movement back and forth was getting wilder as these feelings she felt and the feeling of pleasure were overwhelming her. They didn't speak anything, but the way Amelia was looking back at her told her everything she needed. It was encouraging. Her moans were melting in pleasure, as well. Amelia was just moaning and gasping, but at every new breath she could hear a "Yes" out of her lips in clear sound.

Amelia hands sneaked around and held locks of red hair as her pussy clenched harder on the member lewdly assaulting her. She closed her eyes as she couldn't help herself. She was feeling way too good from watching her mother cum just earlier. Now that her mother pinned those feelings and her on the bed, she just exploded in ecstasy. Her orgasm was right there and she couldn't even properly say it out loud, because Eleanor had taken her lips right at that moment, and her brain melted.

Feeling her daughter's orgasm, Eleanor grunted loudly. That was the moment she was waiting for. Her legs trembled and she pushed her hips deep into Amelia. Her wet pussy was milking her cock in a tight grip which felt completely unfair. Eleanor hunched as she started humping harder, even making the bed squeak slightly. She closed her eyes tightly for a while and let her body move along with her heart.

She broke the kiss with Amelia and looked down at her with a huge smile, her hot pants were long and heavy. "Amelia… I think I love you…" her heart was finally honest. Her voice broke down, just like her resistance and her stamina. She had enough.

Seeing the big smile she had put on her daughter after these words, Eleanor broke down and hugged her daughter. What followed after was only natural. Eleanor exploded. Her balls couldn't keep themselves closed after that moment. Eleanor wanted and had decided this.

"Ahhh! Hnnngg!!" Eleanor screamed and tried to hold her voice down, but it was impossible. That feeling was immeasurable. It was too moving; too amazing; too sweet. She was cumming. She was cumming inside. The exact thing she fought so hard as to not do. The barrier she promised not to pass. With each spurt; defiled by Eleanor's white semen, filling up every space available inside her own daughter, which welcomed every drop, like a thirsty dried land.

"Oh, fuck!! Mom?!" Amelia's eyes widened. She didn't register what her mother had planned to do until after it was done. She was shocked. She wasn't expecting it. She was already thinking about grabbing the few condoms they had left when she felt the amazing hot feeling sensation spreading and filling her. She was midway panicking when she finally looked at Eleanor and then noticed how peaceful and at ease her mother's expression was.

That wasn't the face of a mother panicking that she lost control; it was the face of a lover looking down at her loved one, with a warm smile on her face as they made sweet love to each other. Realizing that, Amelia wrapped her legs around her mother's hips, and she relaxed completely. That feeling… that warm feeling that spread all over was… indescribable to her. She closed her eyes softly, realizing that the thing running inside her pussy was her mother's semen. She smiled and held her mother's shoulders.

"Oh, mom…" she sighed and smiled. She thought back on the words her mother just told her and she contextualized what just happened once again. Moving her hand to cup her mother's cheek, Amelia smiled. "I love you too… Eleanor."

And at that moment…

A light click echoed in the room, and the darkness vanished at a blink of a second, filling the room completely with sharp white light that blinded them for a second.

"Ah!" Amelia gasped, closing her eyes in surprise as she received the blunt force of the sharpest blinding hit on her eyes. She was still high on her climax, and Eleanor giggled.

"Light's back," she mumbled, sighing right after that

Notes:

I can't even believe it. We're in the last chapter for this arc. Time flies when you're not looking.

Didn't receive a lot of feedback for last chapter but that was ok, it was mostly just fucking around anyway lol. I'll probably need some time to edit the last chapters of this story, so fair warning, if you don't see them next weekend you'll know why. Great news tho, I have a 30 days vacations booked for December and I'll won't travel anywhere, which means a whole lot of time editing chapters.

Thank you for being invested in this story. I hope you'll be anxious for the next three chapters and the conclusion of this whole ride. You guys have my heart. Hugs!

Chapter 18: Hopefulness of a Bright Future (1)

Summary:

With the lights back, mother and daughter move on with their lives as the day stuck together seems to be fast approaching.

Notes:

And so comes the first part of the finale. ACT IV. This act is more story-driven, but of course there's some naughty scenes here and there because I can't countain myself in exploring this horny mother daughter couple.

I wanna say thanks to your patience in waiting this chapter, and I hope the wait is worth your while.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"That's right, now you put a bit of it over the frying pan," Eleanor smiled, supervising her daughter while she carefully put spoons of the pancake mix they just made into the pan. Amelia was careful with it, since she never practiced this before, and it was her first time she would do something of the sorts.

The electric stove was on in medium-heat. Eleanor watched with attention, like a protective mother would. It would be the first time that Amelia actually cooked something, and she didn't want her daughter to accidentally burn herself or do something wrong. Even so she was the one being overprotective, she smiled. "You don't need to be that careful, this has no oil in it, you'll be fine," she said.

"I'm just a bit nervous, alright?" she said, defiantly, and Eleanor laughed at her a bit.

"Don't… laugh…!" she spoke, looking intently at the stove as if it did something personal to offend her.

"Sorry," Eleanor stifled her laughter as she could.

The pancake started to sizzle a little after she had poured the mix into the pan, making Amelia jump in the spot. "This is not going to pop onto me, right? You're sure?" Eleanor laughed again and squeezed her daughter's shoulders.

She was really trying not to, however.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it will be fine. Don't you trust me?" she smiled and Amelia gulped in a cutesy way.

"It's really hard to, when you're laughing at me!" she had panicked eyes and her shoulders were tense.

Eleanor managed to not laugh at her words this time around, avoiding further mistrust from her daughter. It's times like these where Eleanor can confirm that her daughter is still just 16, no matter how mature she seems to be sometimes. As she looked at how worried her daughter was, the familiar face of her friend Debbra spawned in her head. She can just hear her say 'worrywart' as if she was right there beside them.

After a few minutes, it was time to flip the pancake. Amelia looked to her mother anxiously, as she had no idea how to do it. Eleanor smiled and teased, "Now you just flip the frying pan up and make the pancake turn while in the air before catching it back. Easy as that."

"H- How is that easy?" she asked, feeling her heart race, impressed that her mom could do something like that. Eleanor laughed a bit, but tried to contain herself. She didn't want to embarass her daughter, but it was just so funny. She brought up the thing she was holding behind her back, still stifling her laughter, " Oor you could use this instead."

"This is so much easier!" Amelia said, seeing the flipper on her mother's hand. "You should've started with that option!"

Eleanor laughed.

"Man, I'm a failure," Amelia said, dejected, as mother and daughter sat on the dining table with their plates of pancakes.

"Don't say that. You can't expect everything you do for the first time to go smoothly," Eleanor smiled. "And maybe I'm just a bad teacher?" she cut a piece of the slightly burnt pancake on her plate and ate it up. "Hey, it's actually edible. See?" she smiled.

"Yeah, but look at yours," Amelia raised her plate slightly, showing it to Eleanor, "it's so fluffy and beautiful. Mine it's… almost chocolate-colored… well, some actually are chocolate and charcoal colored…" she sighed, "and you're a great teacher."

Eleanor smiled at the compliment and tried to comfort her daughter as they both ate. The burned pancake wasn't that bad, she wasn't lying. It was only lightly burned at the crust, and it wasn't bitter either. Maybe her stomach might complain a bit later, but she wouldn't tell Amelia even if it does, so she ate everything up with a smile.

"I'm never cooking anything ever again," Amelia complained, washing the dish. They had the dish-cleaner actually functioning, but they discovered that it was relaxing to do these tasks manually with each other.

"Don't be like that, baby… the more you cook, the better you'll become," Eleanor put down a plate after drying it, and she looked at Amelia with tender eyes.

"What if I don't, though?" Amelia passed another wet plate to her.

Eleanor put the plate aside and approached Amelia, tenderly hugging her from her back. Amelia didn't refuse the touch and simply laid against her mother's torso, closing her eyes. Her mother was so warm and inviting.

"Don't you trust me?" Eleanor whispered into her ear, and Amelia instantly felt bad for being bitchy.

"I'm sorry," she said, and when she turned her face to Eleanor she saw how close her face was. They didn't even have to think about it before they were kissing each other slowly.

Amelia took the day on the internet talking with her friends for the first time in a while. Eve was happy to see her and they talked a lot about what happened in the last few days. She still accused Amelia of ignoring her, and Amelia had to carefully construct a lie saying that she was spending time with Eleanor without being weird about it.

So she came up with a lie that Eleanor was forcing her to learn new things she didn't want to learn, and cut off a lot of her free time on the internet because of it. Amelia felt bad that she was dirtying her mother's image to her friends, but she was hopeful that Eleanor would understand why she had to do it.

"Anyway," said Eve, "Did you see that your block was one of the only ones to get four days of power outage? You're so fucking unlucky," laughed Eve through the microphone. They were on a call, something that they did frequently. Mostly because Eve was always playing a game and couldn't type. Today was one of those cases.

"Well, technically five days, but, yeah, mom told me. She was kinda pissed about that, a bit… And me too, I guess… but…" Amelia thought back through the power outage days. Although the first few days were rough, the following three days that followed were nothing but great in her mind. Of course, she couldn't tell that to her best friend.

"But? What, you actually enjoyed being stuck with your mother without power? Who are you?" Eve laughed.

"Um… I mean… I guess we played a bit of board games and that was alright… kinda. She couldn't force me to learn things when there wasn't even light on and stuff like that…" Amelia's heart was going through the roof. She wasn't good at coming up with lies when she was pressured.

"Yeah, I bet that was a nice trade then," Eve said. She was indeed playing video-games at that moment. And she was too concentrated to realize that her friend was obviously lying. Also, there wouldn't have anything to hide - in her mind, at least. It's not like she would believe that Amelia, her best friend, was spending intimate times with her mother, even if Amelia would tell her she was. "Man," Eve laughed, "Your mom is hot and all, but she's such an asshole, making you learn stupid shit."

"Hey!" Amelia quickly raised her voice before she could catch herself.

"What the fuck? Why do you sound so offended?"

"Um… just… tone it down a little…" she said in a embarassed voice.

"But she is, though. Your family sounds so fucking strict. Like, your mother walks everywhere looking like a nun. And your grandmother, then? Geez, she's even worse. At the church, one time, she even told me I wasn't proper because I forgot to to put one my shirt's buttons and people could see a smidge of my bra; like, what the fuck. It was a mistake, dude, you don't have to scold me for like 10 minutes about it, " she complained.

"Yeah, my grandmother is a bit…"

"No, Amy, your mother is like that, too. Like, in your house you can't even fucking close the doors, right? Like, where's your privacy, dude? You have to wait for everyone to sleep before you can even masturbate? That's so fucking dumb. Nice, triple kill," Eve smiled, unaware of how uncomfortable she was making her best friend, "Oh, and remember that beach vacation? When we were, like, 7 or something? I remember your mother didn't even wear a damn bikini to that. So hilarious!"

"…You don't know shit about mom," Amelia said, in a low voice, her voice filled with held-back anger.

"Fuck! They killed me, c'mon! It was almost a quadruple kill!" Eve hit the table lightly, frustrated with herself. "Sorry, Amy, I didn't catch that. What did you say?"

"I said you are right about mom…" Amelia didn't know if she should laugh or cry at that new sentence, but she continued, "But… she's not that bad, alright? She's… just not."

"That's news," Eve said, finally noticing her friend's odd behavior since she was still respawning. "If she wasn't your mother I'd say you had a crush on Eleanor," she laughed.

"Um…" Amelia's heart race. Fuck, fuck, fuck … I have to find a way to defuse this !

"Wait, you don't have a crush on Eleanor, right?" Eve asked in a deeper tone.

"Bff-- W- What?! T- That's ridiculous !" Amelia blurted out, her face completely blushing.

"Oh! Alright," Eve laughed, going back to concentrate on her game after her character spawned again in the team's area. "I just thought it was the case since you have this futa fetish thing…"

"It's not a fetish ," Amelia furrowed her eyebrows. "I- It's just a preference. You're futa, how would you feel if you're treated as someone that just likes… I don't know, panties? Futa are people…"

"Yeah, I mean, I didn't express myself correctly, don't need to discuss semantics with me," Eve scoffed. "Man, your mom is really rubbing off on you," Amelia coughed and gasped loudly after hearing these words. Eve realized what she just said and laughed out loud. "Fuck! I didn't mean like that, either! Fucking hell!"

Some time passed as they both laughed. Amelia joined in awkwardly, since she didn't know how to react or say. After they had calmed down, silence grew for a time, only for Eve to break it again with shy words.

"But, like, it's kinda hot, right?"

"…What is?" Amelia said, suspiciously. Eve was generally the one that initiated sexy topics between them, so she wasn't a stranger to these topic hooks either.

"You know… incest… stuff," Eve said, meekly.

"What…?" Amelia said, astonished.

"What, don't give me that, there's a lot of porn of that, so it's not like I'm saying I want to eat people or something."

"Yeah, but it's… you don't say stuff like that out of nowhere!" Amelia's heart was racing. She was having doubts about if Eve was suspecting something.

"It's not out of nowhere… you mom is futa, and you like futa, so I just asked--"

"Your mother's also futa, do you like her?"

"That's different-" Eve hissed, "You know I'm a futa too, dude, that's… weird . You know I like girls." Eve rushed to the enemy's base and almost got destroyed. When she successfully escaped and got healed by her team she sighed loudly. "Dude, just forget I've ever mentioned it, alright?"

"I'm sorry, Evie," Amelia sighed as well, calming herself. She made that so much worse than she needed to. She knew Eve enough to know she was just sharing something she liked, but was shy about commenting. "I didn't mean to snap… I was just not ready for the topic. Can you forgive me?"

Eve took some time collecting her thoughts before answering her, "Alright… I forgive you, but that was way too harsh," she complained.

"I said I'm sorry," Amelia insisted, "So, why did you even bring that up? You got me curious…"

"…Promise not to snap again?" Eve asked, shyly.

"Alright, I promise you."

"Cool… I'm trusting you to keep it a secret, alright?" Eve said, and since Amelia didn't say anything in response, she continued. "I was browsing Reddit while jacking off—"

"Okay, too much info," Amelia cut off.

"What the hell? That never bothered you before. Man, what happened to you during the shitstorm?" Eve asked.

"… Sorry. So, you were jacking off on Reddit. Then what?"

"I was looking for random communities because I wanted to find something new, and they took me to this one about trading family pictures…"

"What the fuck…?" said Amelia. She strained her eyes at the thought. That idea was completely disturbing to her. Sharing on the internet actual photos of people you knew - pictures of your family no less - only for other people's pleasure felt incredibly sick. "Where is this going, Evie?"

"Just… listen, alright? I didn't do anything bad, I promise. I felt weird looking at that, but I was horny at the time, and you know you don't think straight when you're horny. So when I was looking through that community I was actually curious… and I questioned if this was legit or not, and not gonna lie, some of these pictures looked very legit… like, very legit; and that got me thinking about how in this world did people find pictures of their family like that."

"I mean… snooping on your mom's phone would be one…" Eleanor mumbled. She felt embarrassed to say it, but she is guilty of doing that, too. Suddenly she felt disgusted about herself for association.

"Exactly! That was the most frequent thing they did, supposedly; you know, if it wasn't fake. Haha! Did you find this community too, Amy? You know, there were some futas there… Just saying…"

"No… No I didn't," Amelia mumbled, trying not to feel guilty. And also trying to go along with her friend. "So, then what? You found it hot? You liked seeing that?"

"I mean… it was… something. Some mom's there were hot, and got me thinking about it. When I caught myself, I was looking at our family cloud storage mom uses to put our pictures together. I was looking and found some pics of my birth mom in a bikini. It wasn't from our beach vacation. She was younger, dude her hair was even pink. And she was wearing a pretty… revealing bikini, too. To the point that my brain made that connection that Mom was pretty hot… Fuck, why did I say that? You know what? I've never told you anything about any of this! You must think I'm a fucking perv. Just forget about it, okay? Fuck!" Eve even stopped playing when she noticed what the fuck she was confessing to her friend.

"Eve…" Amelia said, but her best friend didn't answer. "Eve…! C'mon, Evie, don't be like that."

"I'm sorry I told you this. Please erase it from your memory, I'm so fucking embarrassed."

"Evie…" Eleanor mumbled. "You're my best friend. We passed through hell together. Remember high school hazing? Why did they have a hazing to begin with? It was just low-key bullying. But we passed through that together, didn't we?"

"…We did," she answered, in a low voice. Eve was now in the title screen of her game. She had quit mid-session of a ranked game; forever tarnishing her rank for that season. Even so, she didn't care right now.

"I'll let you in on a secret, alright?" Amelia said, smiling.

Eve breathed out, almost snickering. "What secret?" she asked, indulging Amelia in her silliness.

"I have a crush on my mother," she said, laconically.

"...What?" Eve asked, astonished.

"I do have a crush on my mother. I do think she's hot… I don't think she's as bad as you think, and I went as far as to masturbate thinking about her, too…"

"You're for real?" Eve couldn't believe her ears. Amelia just confessed something insane to her just like that. "You can't just tell me this out of nowhere…"

"The roles have been reversed," Amelia said, smirking. She couldn't believe herself either, to be honest. Her heart was trying to escape through her mouth. A moment ago she was panicking to not let her friend find out. Now she was basically admitting her crime. "But… it's just us being horny, right? We don't have to feel guilty about it."

"I…" Eve started.

"I mean, you think your mom is hot. I do too… so… we don't need to feel bad about it, do we?"

"… You think my mom's hot?" joked Eve, and Amelia bursted laughing.

"You fucker…!"

After that, the both of them changed topics and moved on about other stuff. Eve started a new match and destroyed the enemy almost single-handed and carried her team on her back, redeeming herself for failing her other team earlier.

"Thanks, Amy," said Eve, at the end of their talk. They had been talking for hours now, and it was almost time for dinner. "…I needed to talk with you today."

"You're welcome, Eve. And, sorry that I've been gone recently."

"You better!" Eve smiled. She loved Amelia, from the bottom of her heart. "So, talk to you later?"

"Definitely, Evie. Have a good night, alright?"

"Yeah. Go schlik to your mom or something… perv," she teased, making Amelia laugh.

"I just had to say that to you, did I? Well, you too… perv."

Amelia went downstairs. The living room was empty and cold, so her mother wasn't there recently. However, following the rooms until she arrived at the dining table, she could hear her mother's voice off to the side, onto the guests room. A room that was partially connected to the dining and main living room, and also led to one of the guests' bathrooms.

"No, Johnny, I don't care. Listen, we'll have plenty of time to think about resources and scheduling later. Just get the preparations done as soon as possible. Formulate the project, talk with our clients if necessary, and calculate our initial budget. We'll see the rest in a meeting with the whole team. No, I'm in charge of this, understood? Good. Have a good night, too. Bye bye."

Eleanor turned off her phone and sighed softly. She was wearing light robes, completely comfortable that the heater was back on and was providing the ideal room temperature she needed.

"Tough day at work?" Amelia asked, smiling wide at her mother. She never thought about it, but Eleanor looked so good giving orders like that.

"Good evening, Ms. Whitfield," Eleanor smiled brightly at her daughter's arrival. She turned to her and hugged Amelia before sneaking in some kisses on her lips, which were quickly returned. "Not tough; a very good day. I never felt so light while working. Everything felt so smooth that I caught myself almost enjoying it."

"That's very good," Amelia said, hugging her mother tightly. Eleanor chuckled.

"I said almost ," she answered, hitting her daughter back. "I did this for so many years that it feels natural, but it doesn't mean that it's something I like. Although, maybe I will in the future? Who knows."

"Well, I'm hoping that you will," Amelia wished, caressing her mother's side as she looked at her with a happy face.

Eleanor smiled and kissed her daughter's lips again. They eventually deepened the kiss quietly, while still hugging, and they lost themselves in that feeling for some moments of peace.

"Come. I made dinner… We have wine, too."

"Can't wait," Amelia laced her arm around her mother's waist and leaned against her shoulder as they walked back to the dining room.

After a quiet dinner, Eleanor excused herself and went to her room to talk with Kate, like usual. That gave Amelia some alone time again, and she used to go to her desk and - for the first time since the storm had begun - actually study some.

She didn't believe herself that she was doing it, but when she thought about how Eleanor would be proud of her for studying, she didn't mind the boredom. It was actually better than not doing anything.

She started with English and then did some Spanish and managed to fit in some History to finish it all. She hadn't done a lot, and honestly, she was a bit tired from it. She stopped because someone - well, it could only be one person, really - knocked on her door. The door was open, however, and Eleanor was just being polite, letting her know she was there.

Amelia removed her earphones and looked at her mother, who was still dressed lightly.

"Hello, you," Amelia smiled. Her mother was looking fancy and beautiful. Amelia was so glad that she could see her clearly now - instead of a vague silhouette illuminated by candle lights.

"Busy?" Eleanor asked, smiling.

"Not at all," Amelia closed her notebooks and books and went to her mother's side without hurry. She was embraced by Eleanor and they once again kissed each other like it was the most casual thing to do.

"How's the little rascal?" asked Amelia, smirking. Eleanor giggled a bit, shaking her head slightly.

"Kate was very happy today," Eleanor mumbled, caressing her daughter's cheek, "she was glad I called, and it appeared she was lonely, so seeing me made her cheer up. I was glad to see her too."

"Good," Amelia said. Amelia then closed her eyes and sucked up her ego, "Mom, can I ask for something?"

"Of course," Eleanor smiled. She could see that her daughter wanted something that wasn't easy for her to ask. She was a bit nervous to know what it was, but curious too.

Amelia sighed. "I'm sucking big time at homework and with my school. I think I need private teaching…" she admitted. "Especially with anything that involves math. I don't even know where to start with it."

Amelia finished saying, and then she took a careful glance up to her mother, only to see she was smiling from ear to ear. Taken aback by her expression, Amelia didn't know what to do.

"Of course…! Darling, that can be done easily, don't even worry!" Eleanor hugged Amelia tightly and caressed the back of her neck. "I'm so proud of you!"

"I didn't even do anything… Why are you proud?" Amelia sheepishly asked.

"It takes guts to admit something like that. Don't worry, everyone learns at their speed. I'll personally teach you math, even."

"Thanks…" mumbled Amelia, feeling fuzzy. That was such a different treatment from before. Eleanor always asked how she was at school, and was always nagging about her grades.

I always told her I was doing fine and that I didn't need help. That I got this. How dumb of me. If I only asked for help earlier, she would be this nice about it, instead of rebuking me. I spent so much time hating my mother instead of getting to know her. I thought she was downright evil. Why? Because we fought? Yes, we did. But why did we? Because she didn't want to see my point of view, or because I wasn't interested in hers?

Amelia closed her eyes and felt her mother's warmth. That inviting warmth that spread and heated her body. She felt loved and supported by her mother, and at that moment Elea wasn't just her mother at all. It was so much more than that.

Eleanor herself was feeling something similar. The love and trust of her daughter. The kind of thing she always wanted to construct with Amelia, but didn't know how. She probably built it differently than other mothers, no, she definitely did build it like so. However, it was something unique to her, now. Something she now loved.

"Do you want to start now?" asked Eleanor, still on the topic of studying.

"What…? No, I think that I've done enough studying for today," confessed Amelia.

"Haha, maybe you did," Eleanor looked at her daughter's table and saw the amount of books and her daughter's notebook all over it. She probably worked very hard by herself, even though she was facing difficulties. She was so proud of her little one. "So, what do you want to do now? We have the rest of the night for ourselves, and the night is still very young…" Eleanor asked, a simple smile on her face. She wasn't suggesting anything by it, but she wouldn't mind if Amelia thought she had.

Amelia rested her head on her mother's shoulders as she smiled innocently. Eleanor was in bed and Amelia was sitting beside her, shoulder by shoulder. She looked at Eleanor, who was blushing slightly.

"I can't believe you were so cute," she mumbled, teasing Eleanor.

"I can't believe you made me look for these old family album photos," Eleanor teased right back.

On the page, was a picture of Eleanor in a playground when she was 8 years old, as it was written in the album. Together was Meryl, in the background, talking with friends; and closer to Eleanor, watching over her, was a woman in casual clothes. She was young and had long blonde hair.

"Who's that?" asked Amelia, pointing at the young woman close to Eleaanor. "It isn't granny, is it?" with granny, Amelia referred to Eleanor's birth grandmother.

"No, it isn't your granny, that's… that is Chelsea," Eleanor mumbled. "Chelsea was my babysitter, well, more like my caretaker, when I was young until I was 10 or something… She even lived in the mansion after mom hired her when I was about 4, I believe…"

"Oh… that's right, granny died when you were young, right?" Amelia bit her lower lip, looking at her mother. Eleanor slightly nodded. "Is there a picture of her somewhere?"

"There is," Eleanor said, going back to the first few pages of the album. "It's old, and I skipped it because I thought you weren't interested in them. Pictures weren't that common back at that time, so they're rare. Here it is, one of the few pictures of my birth mother."

Eleanor pointed at one page. The whole page only had this one picture. The colors in the photo were a bit faded and it had a somewhat yellow tint, but they were still visible.

It was a picture of a very young Meryl with long and bright red locks that flowed down almost forming waves, holding hands with a beauty of short blonde hair with bright green eyes. Both had make-up on, and they were both dressed in pretty formal clothes; the blonde beauty was even wearing satin gloves that went almost to her elbows. Also, the beauty had a big pregnant belly.

"Wow…" Amelia mumbled. That was actually the first time she saw her birth granny, and she couldn't believe that was the case. She had a weird feeling of not belonging while looking at her. As if she was supposed to feel something, but she wasn't.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" said Eleanor, softly.

"…Yeah," nodded Amelia.

"Every time I see her, I can't believe it myself," Eleanor was speaking in a very low voice, and Amelia found it a bit weird. Looking at her mother she noticed she was biting her lower lip and had very focused eyes. Back at the album, she saw her mother caressing the letters written below the picture. She was so focused on the picture she didn't even notice them until now.

" Welcome to this world, Eleanor! - Dorothy" close to it was a heart drawing.

"So. her name was Dorothy?" asked Amelia, lost in thought.

"…That is one of the only pictures I have of her, and it wasn't about her, it's about me…" Eleanor said, and just now Amelia realized how emotional her mother was. Eleanor, still biting down her lip, closed her eyes tightly. "… And I don't even remember her… How could I…? She died when I was so young…" Eleanor breathed in loudly as she tried to put her emotion in order, but she was finding it too difficult. "I'm sorry. I'm such a mess, aren't I?"

"We can stop looking at it," Amelia said, trying to close the album, but her mother didn't let her.

"It's fine, it's your first time looking at her. You should take a good look," she smiled, finally opening her eyes again. They were a bit moist, but nothing too bad. The peak of emotions was already gone too.

Amelia smiled and hooked on her mother's arms around herself, snuggling closer to her as she looked at the picture. Amelia traced her fingers at the words too, smiling. Whoever Dorothy was, she seemed to really love Eleanor to write this down in the family album. It really made her heart warm. So wholesome , she thought.

"Can I take a picture of this?" asked Amelia. And Eleanor smiled and nodded.

After Amelia guarded her cellphone, she looked at young Meryl. She then noticed something about her.

"She seems so… happy," Amelia said.

"You mean mother? Yes. Mother seems very bright in all of Dorothy's pictures. Always hugging or kissing her, always with this… big wide grin on her face, like she's the most beautiful jewel in the world. From what your great-grandparents told me, she was always like that. Always happy, always smiling… head over heels over Dorothy…"

"Then… what happened?" Amelia mumbled.

"I don't know… but I think it's related to Dorothy's passing away. I don't think mother took that well… but she always avoids the topic when I ask her, so I just stopped asking."

"How did she…?" Amelia started to ask, but she stopped. She wondered if her mother was alright with the topic, and she didn't want to pry if she was uncomfortable.

"All I know is that it was an accident on their second honeymoon," answered Eleanor, with a low voice. "I think they were planning a second child and… well. She passed away."

Some moment passed while they both looked at that picture of Meryl and Dorothy together. Looking back at her mother, Amelia saw that she had her eyes closed again, but nothing as emotional as before. Eleanor breathed out warm air and opened her eyes.

"It's difficult to see Mother as something other than a monster that forced me to do horrible things… But… I think that she's just very hurt inside, too."

"Yeah… Even so… I don't think I can forgive her."

Eleanor looked at her daughter's eyes. It had nothing but coldness in it. She smiled ruefully and brought her head to her shoulder again before caressing it. After some time, Amelia had calmed down and just enjoyed herself while leaning against Eleanor.

"Now, I showed you something embarrassing of mine… you should reciprocate for me…" Eleanor went closer and whispered these words in Amelia's ears. Amelia couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Oh… Not that…"

"This is so embarrassing…" Amelia mumbled.

"This is so… hot…" Eleanor said, smiling in a lascivious way.

Eleanor and Amelia were sitting in bed looking at Amelia's tablet. She was showing her mother what kind of porn she watches, finally. She had been bugging her all about it during the last two days, but Amelia said that her tablet was not charged, and she couldn't charge it because of the power outage. However, she couldn't run away from it now.

On screen there was a short pirated video of a tall, blue haired woman with tanned skin and tattoos sleeve on her arm. Her body frame was nothing but perfection. Her abdomen was simply a perfect six-pack, her thighs and arms were designed with lean muscles that were attractive to look at and yet still possessed enough fat to be satisfying to watch it jiggle - especially her butt and breasts that looked firm.

"Is she even alive…?" Eleanor asked, incredulous, since the actor was so perfect. Not even a stretch mark on her body, and her skin looked as silky as the day she was born.

"I… yeah. She's hot like that. I guess she takes care of her body, since she is an actress and all…" Amelia mumbled. She didn't want to admit it to her mother, but she had a crush for this actress. She even followed her on social media, liked every post and already had masturbated countless times to her.

"What's her name?" Eleanor glanced at the movie, mesmerized.

"Lily Gallows," Amelia said, smiling. She forgot about her embarrassment when she watched how her mother seemed so engrossed in it.

"That name sounds familiar…" Eleanor mumbled.

"I mean, it's not that uncommon, and she's a very big futa actress in the scene, so you probably watched something she did somewhere."

"Yeah, I guess," Eleanor shrugged as she concentrated again. Lily was fucking a huge assed actress on Doggystyle. Different from Lily, that actress had a fat ass that jiggled around plenty. It wasn't fit or as firm like Lily's ass, but it was very satisfying to watch all of her fat giggle with every pound.

"Ohhhhh!!! Fuck me, mommyy! You're such a fucking bull!!" The actress moaned with interest as she got pounded hard. The angle was perfect to show the two actresses butt colliding, and since Lily had her leg raised over the bench she was using to pound on that fat ass, her heavy balls - that were shaved clean and looked very smooth - were clear in sight and pounding the actress' crotch with each swing.

"Man, I never saw Texas Bliss moan like that…" Eleanor mumbled to herself. Watching the video quickly made her become excited for both the actresses.

"Yeah… she's good like that. Wait… You know Texas Bliss?" Amelia's eyes widened.

"Who doesn't? She's a classic. What about you, though? 'She's good like that'?" Eleanor smirked.

"Um…" Amelia blushed, starting to feel self-conscious again.

"You like her, don't you?" teased Eleanor.

"No…?" Amelia tried, but her voice wasn't fooling even herself.

"I mean… she's hot, I wouldn't blame you…" Eleanor bit her tongue a bit, watching the video as Lily hugged Texas by her neck with one single arm and gave her heaven.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! You're gonna kill me! Good Lord! Please! Ogh… Shit!!!" Texas moaned with elaborated moans. Half of it was acting, but you could see it in her eyes that she was enjoying it, especially as her heavy tits swung. Augmented, but still looking pleasing to watch bounce.

The video continued for some seconds before ending just like that. Eleanor scoffed, a bit upset that it was over. Amelia smiled because Eleanor was upset. She found it cute, since she was pretty bummed out when she couldn't get off to that video snippet either, since it was so short. Her video was one of her favorites of Lily, and she sometimes watched it in loop until she came. Especially when Lily hugs Texas like that. Amelia found it hot.

"Amelia, you have good taste…" Amelia smiled since her mother basically pounced at her after putting that tablet to her side. "This got me so horny…"

"I can tell…" mumbled Amelia, staring at her mother's bulge. It was pretty obvious. So much that she could see how it throbbed.

"God, you're so fucking hot…" Eleanor disrobed and revealed her chubby curvaceous body to her daughter. Amelia started undressing too, understanding too well where this was going. "Get on fours," asked Eleanor and Amelia didn't disobey. "Close your eyes and imagine that I'm her."

"What…?" Amelia asked.

"Lily. Imagine you're fucking her…"

Before Amelia could question her mother again, Eleanor held her daughter's butt.

"Hnng, fuck…" Amelia moaned, feeling her mother's lips directly into her snatch. She wasn't ready for the direct contact, but she was already wet from the porn. "Shit, mom… God…" she mumbled and moaned because her mother really knew how to kiss her pussy. She was also flickering her clit so fucking good; Amelia couldn't help but moan out loud at her mother's oral skill.

Eleanor spent some good minutes lubing up her daughter's slit as she put her tongue deep inside her, making sure she was as wet as she could ever be. Amelia was clenching her slit around her mother's tongue and moaning pleasurably, her toes curling up, holding on her orgasm. She was so fucking close to one, but she didn't want to cum before her mother put it in her.

Then Eleanor finally stopped her daughter's torture and put her cock up to her entrance. She held Amelia's waist and firmly put it in with one thrust, making Amelia moan harder.

"You've been such a bad stepdaughter ! Mommy is gonna teach you a lesson or two," she groaned, feeling so great that she was inside Amelia's pussy again. It's barely been 20 hours since they last had sex but she was already missing it. She held her firmly and started thrusting with the same tempo that Lily did.

It took some seconds for Amelia to connect the wires, but she noticed that Eleanor was roleplaying Lily from the video. When she noticed, her pussy squeezed tightly and she lost control over her voice. "Oh shiiiiit !!" Amelia moaned, batches of juices being released as she got off from both her mother and how insanely hot she was acting. She definitely wasn't ready for that roleplay, nor the fact that her mother could pull off the next part.

Eleanor hugged her daughter with one arm, and pulled her even deeper inside, making Amelia lose her mind. She felt her mother go all in inside of her; her raw pulsating cock going as deep as it could inside her moist pussy.

" OHHHH! Shit! Oh fuckk!! " Amelia rolled her eyes. Eleanor smiled.

That isn't acting. My baby girl is genuinely feeling that good. She's so fucking tight and wet right now… fuck I can't hold this for long. The video made it look so easy!

Eleanor hung in there and started to plow her fat cock onto her daughter's bubbly ass. "Shit… you're so fucking… tight. Your little… Argh… Your little… slut!" Eleanor closed her eyes and pumped and thrusted her hips with gusto. Amelia's mind was blown away. She held tightly onto her mother's elbow.

"Ohhh, shiiit ! Mom! Mom!! Oh , mooom !!!"

Amelia's mind couldn't handle it. The way she was held, the way her mother's fat cock kept hitting the most sensitive part of her from that angle. The way she was roleplaying her porn actress crush. Eleanor's care, her love and thoughtfulness and the way she was fucking her brains out.

"I'm gonna fucking explode! Holy shiitt !" Amelia screamed. And she wasn't wrong either. She did explode. Her orgasm was so violent that she squirted all the bed for the first time. Amelia had to push herself off her mother's dick from the sensory overload and she just blasted girlcum all over the mattress, her butt high as she face planted the bed, moaning, her hand uncontrollably flicking her own clit.

"Shit, shit-- shit !" she smiled, feeling way too good; her clitoris was killing her from the shockwaves of her orgasm that kept coming. She laid on her side, completely exhausted and panting very hard as the blunt of her orgasm passed. "Oh, shit… oh, shit…" Amelia was a bit dizzy, as she laid down, breathing and trying to catch her breath.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was feeling some pain in the back. Fuck, how this Lily manages this pose? Holy fuck… She tried to not show her daughter she was feeling it and laid down on bed with her. Lily 1, Eleanor 0 , she thought. I was able to do that when I was younger, I'm pretty sure… I guess I got old. Or, maybe… She looked down at her own body. Thinking about it, I've been sore all over the past few days. I mean, how could I not?

"Hey… you were fucking amazing…" Amelia's voice ringed and pushed Eleanor out of her thoughts.

"You sure do like that Lily… Never saw you cum so quickly before…"

"Did you really think I came that quick because of her? Silly…" Amelia mumbled, finally recuperating enough to wrap an arm around Eleanor. "Are you jealous?"

"Maybe… I mean. She's hung and a fucking goddess with that body."

"Stupid. That's nothing wrong with your body, and you're as hung as she is. I like you just like that…"

Amelia ran a hand through her mother's belly. It was soft with some fat, but it wasn't huge. It was cute, if a bit saggy because of her age, but it wasn't, by all means, something someone would call ugly or unflattering. Her skin wasn't flawless as Lily, she had some light stretch marks because of her pregnancy. But she wasn't a model. She didn't do special skin treatment either. Amelia didn't think Eleanor should feel shameful or even worry about her body for having stretch marks. She was like a model in her own way.

"And I'm not fat assed like Texas, and my tits aren't as big. Should I be worried, then?"

"You're ten times more beautiful than Texas," Eleanor smiled and showed no hesitation saying that. Not even a millisecond of hesitation.

"You're such a flatterer," Amelia smiled, her cheeks becoming somewhat pink.

"Thank you, but it's not flattery," Eleanor brought Amelia closer just to kiss her sweetly on her lips. "And about that movie, I kinda want to watch the rest of it."

"Haha… well, I don't have it," Amelia said regretfully. she always tried to find the complete movie – heck even just the complete scene – online. However, she couldn't. Maybe, if it exists, it'd be available just on the deep web.

"Well, I do," Eleanor said.

"You what?"

"Texas Bliss has an exclusivity contract with Adult Place, right?"

Eleanor opened her smart tv and quickly opened Adult Place on her tv. It was a popular porn platform, with movies from the most popular adult erotic companies all in one place. Rather conveniently. It was a heavily successful platform, probably one that rivals normal streaming services.

It was also the reason why pirated internet pornography was somewhat scarce, the blunt majority of it living in the underbelly of the internet, where most people didn't have the courage or knowledge to go. People usually strived for paid content freely available by the author, which commonly was amateur content, even if some had high-cost production. If an amateur content had enough success, it was common for them to go Premium on its own, or hired by a company for exclusivity contracts.

"Wait, we have a premium porn subscription account? Are you joking me?" Amelia gasped.

" I have a premium porn account, you don't," Eleanor laughed. The screen with the multiple profiles showed up and Amelia gasped again.

"Wait, Debbra and Leah?! Like, Debbra and Leah, Eve's moms?!"

"Yes, we share this account…" Eleanor mumbled as she picked her profile. In the profile screen there was also a Norman, who Amelia didn't recognize, but was Debbra's brother. " Don't tell Eve…"

Amelia was shocked and speechless, but she couldn't do much besides nodding. She was still processing that her mother signed and paid for premium porn, and she had no idea. She could've been watching good quality porn all her life behind her mother's back and she didn't know.

"Filter by actresses… Lily Gallows and Texas Bliss. There they are."

There was only one result from the search. If it was on the platform, it had to be that movie.

"Oh, it is this one… fuck," Amelia sighed. She couldn't believe she was about to watch this movie for real. She always dreamed about it.

Eleanor hooked her arm around Amelia and she put the tablet on the bedside table.

"Pass me the password later?" asked Amelia, with hopeful eyes.

"Fine. But you will enter on my profile, and no word of this to Eve, am I clear?"

"Clear as the day! Of course!" Amelia beamed. She couldn't believe her luck.

Eleanor then snuggled to her daughter and played the movie. It wouldn't be the first time Eleanor watched a movie with futa action, but she usually didn't have a preference when it came to it.

The movie was stepdaughter porn, that featured some futa. Lily Gallows wasn't the only one either. Amelia didn't have much interest in the male actors, so Eleanor skipped these scenes.

When Lily Gallows showed up, she didn't have a lot of screen time like Texas Bliss did. The treatment is comparable to the male actors on the other scenes.

Eleanor looked at Lily. When she watched that other scene on Amelia's tablet the camera never actually focused on her face. She could only see her hair, and her face was partially out of screen.

"Hm, I think you're right, sweetie. I've probably seen her before," Eleanor looked intensely at the screen, a bit of a frown on her expression while she tried to remember why that face was familiar.

"Told you she was famous…" Eleanor nodded, her daughter had hugged her arm as she sneaked a hand to her mother's crotch.

"Naughty girl, what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna compare your sizes when she takes her clothes off," Amelia smiled.

"Very kinky. Want to see if I can match up to your idol?"

"Stop teasing me about it," Amelia said. Her voice was serious. "You know I love you… I don't care about Lily…"

Eleanor smiled brightly. "I'm just teasing you. You're cute when you're blushing, that's why I do it…"

"Stupid…" Amelia lowered her head. Her cheeks grow hotter. Her hand was still slowly caressing her mother's shaft.

"You say that, but picture this…" Eleanor lowered her hand towards her daughter's crotch.

She felt Amelia tense up with pleasure. She caressed her outer lips slowly. It was warm and wet; it felt very velvety. Her daughter was shaven and smooth all around her mound, and it felt very nice to touch and rub. Her wetness was clear, but it was getting cold. However, the more she touched, the warmer it became again.

"We're in a gym. You're watching me from afar… My body is ripped, not different from Lily's. I'm wearing very short clothes that are covered in my sweat, making them slightly transparent. You can see my nipples poking from my sports bra, my sweaty cleavage is on show, and you can faintly see my skin through my bra. My bulge is very prominent, and from your angle, you can't quite know if I'm sweaty, or if I have a wet spot on my pussy. I'm bench pressing heavy weights, sweat dripping from my body… My legs slightly apart as I push the dumbbell upwards. My muscles are being worked to the limit, especially my biceps. They're bulging , you can see clearly how my arm is delineated by them. My body…? Completely covered in sweat, making it glisten under the sharp light."

"Oh, fuuuck…" Amelia closed her eyes a long time ago, completely immersed into that image Eleanor had drawn. Eleanor was the only one who could see how wet Amelia was, and how hard she was clamping on the two fingers she had inserted long ago inside her twitching excited slit. Just like Amelia had a huge grip on her mother's penis, caressing and stroking the shaft very slowly, like she was eating a full meal course in the most delicious restaurant in France.

Even though Amelia wasn't lying, who would say no to a hot piece of body like the likes of Lily Gallows? It's not as if Amelia would cheat on her mother for someone like her, but imagining her mother to be just like her… Now, that excited her beyond her imagination. She still wouldn't admit it… but the thought turned her on so much, and it was clear to Eleanor, that smiled at how excited her daughter was.

And because of that, Eleanor couldn't help but put something into her mind. And when she did put something into her mind, not even Buddha and Jesus could push her away from it.

Notes:

Thanks for reading it!

What are your thoughts and opinions? I got to explore a little bit of porn in my world, which is a bit of a inception, not gonna lie. I honestly really Lily Gallows and Texas Bliss duo. You can probably assume who Texas is supposed to be, right? lol

Hoping to see your reactions. Have a great weekend and a big fat F for Brazil who was eliminated yesterday in you-know-who's cup.

Chapter 19: Hopefulness of a Bright Future (2)

Summary:

The roads are finally somewhat clean, and so their little vacation away from the world comes to an end as Eleanor finally is going to pick up her other daughter, Kate. Mother and daughter come to an agreement.

Chapter Text

And so, a week quietly passed in the household. The moments of high tension between mother and daughter had passed with the storm, only remaining their sincere feelings for each other, in which they nurtured and strengthened with each new day.

Sometimes Eleanor would slip. A show of hesitation, a discussion about what kind of future they would have. That was normal, and also human behavior. Eleanor grew to be a very responsible adult in her twenties and thirties; and even if she didn't follow her routine with the most happiness and comfort in the world, things like that just become practice with time. Routine. A comfortable zone. Such is the human nature, that enables us to adapt to living even in a stressful situation.

But Eleanor quickly found that Amelia was her young and sometimes short-tempered anchor. She was there to put the brakes into her worries with her simplification. Her young mind was still unfettered by worries and society complications. Some would say it was ignorance, but it wasn't. It was the innocence, the faith of a reality that wasn't tainted.

Eleanor had long lost that innocent view about the world. She could only see the worry, the despair and the tiredness of everything. With this point of view, she couldn't help but view everything through lenses that took away the sharpness of image and the vibrant colors of the world. To her, the world existed through gray colors that were blurred to her eyes in shape.

However, Amelia, due to her own mother's education and protection, still had the innocent point of view. She still could see the vibrant colors, the beautiful shape. The simplified happiness that lived underneath the sick underbelly that they called society. Eleanor never realized it or thought about this in that manner, but she helped raise her own cure.

If it wasn't for Amelia, unbeknownst to the both of them, after that storm, Eleanor would be in a hellish nightmare until she finally lost all hope of getting out. Not even Amelia knew how much her help was valuable to Eleanor. And she, luckily, would never need to know.

And so, as the week progressed, the snow melted outside, both mother and daughter got to know each other better. To finally understand each other better.

Eleanor was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV with Amelia. She was sprawled over her mother's lap like a cozy kitten that wanted attention, and Eleanor was all about spoiling her as she caressed her beautiful brown hair.

"That is… a nice movie," said Amelia.

Eleanor had taken the day off to spend it with Amelia, to Amelia's happy surprise. So they had just spend most of the day seeing movies, studying, dozing off snuggling to each other and - of course - having sex.

"It's alright… I've seen better. But what makes it nice it's the company."

Amelia laughed, not being able to take the corny compliment.

"Such a flatterer. Will you stop?" asked Amelia. she turned around on her mother's lap as she opened her cute big eyes. It was almond and beautiful, and Eleanor wanted to pinch her cheeks off every time she got lost onto them.

"Alright, I'll stop. I'll never ever compliment you, ever, in your life from now on."

Amelia simply smiled, wide, as she felt like punching her mother. Instead, she just grasped her hand in a gentle manner. "Be serious…" she said, still smiling, her voice was down as she squeezed her mother's hand.

"I'm sorry," Eleanor stopped smiling when she saw Amelia's action. She squeezed her hand back, solemnly saying. "I'll be serious from now on. Are you ready?" Eleanor paused for a moment, then she said. "I love you."

Amelia burst out in laughter. "What did I just say?!"

"I was serious…! The most serious I have been in my life until now."

Eleanor leaned in on Amelia, and they both closed their eyes, clearly awaiting what was about to happen. Eleanor licked her daughter's lips, and she opened her mouth invitingly as both of them started to french kiss slowly.

They didn't strip their clothes or move onto doing any lewd actions. They just kissed; amorously. Proving their love for each other through actions. Both of them felt so good from it. Eleanor squeezed her daughter's waist as she lost herself into that fluttering feeling, as if sparkles were appearing around them.

When they finally broke the kiss, they got lost into each other's stare for a long time.

"God, you're so beautiful," Amelia mumbled, and it was time for Eleanor to smile and blush.

"And you told me to be serious before," joked Eleanor. Amelia didn't say anything back and they just smiled and snickered. They were feeling light in their hearts from each other's presence. The feeling of being around someone that completes them. "I'll be serious… really, this time," Eleanor started, looking lovingly at her daughter. At her Amelia. "Thank you…"

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For this wonderful… wonderful time. This last… two weeks? Three, if you count the whole storm," Eleanor mumbled the last part. She then lightly laughed. "It feels so much longer than that, though…"

"It feels longer, but at the same time, not long enough. Not possibly long enough. If this storm could just… last forever."

Amelia mumbled and sighed, looking away for a second. She said that because it was already over. And reminiscing about it already made her feel sad and anxious for the future. The snow outside was melting and the services were going back to normal. Starting from tomorrow, life will start to go back on rails.

"You don't actually want that…" Eleanor said. And she was right. Amelia didn't want to be inside her house forever. She wanted to go out and do other stuff.

When she wished it to last forever, however, she just dreamed about these days and wanted them, their feelings of longing and being together, to last forever. She wished for a safe place for both of them, that no one could penetrate; defile and terrorize.

"It's true… I don't. But can you blame me for wishing I did? Is it bad to do so?" Amelia turned to her side, and Eleanor's hand was there to stroke her cheek slowly. "Starting tomorrow the roads will be open…"

"Yes, finally. The mayor wants this to be over, already," Eleanor said, leaning back on the couch while continuing to stroke her daughter.

"I don't want it to be over yet…" Amelia confessed. "I still want to spend more time with you. You already started working, and we don't spend the whole day together anymore. It kinda sucks… And tomorrow Kate will be back, and you will have to be with her even more…" she mumbled. She didn't want to act like that, especially knowing Kate's circumstances. But it was Eleanor they were talking about. She wants her undivided attention. Now more than before. "… And I know what you are going to say. I shouldn't be petty."

Amelia closed her eyes, waiting for her mother's scolding. But none came, and she felt bad about herself. She remembered Eleanor's words. She didn't love Kate. She chose to love Kate, for Kate's sake. So Kate doesn't hate her in the future.

"I'm sorry," Amelia said. That hand stroking her never stopped, and she felt so emotional that it made her chest heavy. "I won't say that again anymore."

"No, you should say it," Eleanor said, instead, surprising Amelia. "I want you to speak your mind, and I want you to say when I'm not giving you enough attention."

"Why? You never…" she stopped. She was about to say something that could be interpreted in the wrong way.

"I've never?" Eleanor instigated.

"You've never seemed… to care," she admitted, quietly as she could.

"I was… not careful enough with my time before. I'll admit it," Eleanor mustered her feelings and tried not to be upset with her daughter's words. "I'm not the greatest with time management, that is why I have a specialized team in my job that does this kind of stuff for me. But they can't help me with my daily chores, or raising you both. But, from now on, it will be different. I want you to stomp on the brakes if I start ignoring you. If possible."

"Why?" Amelia took her mother's hand and squeezed it again. "Why did you say 'if possible'? Why do you want me to brake you?"

"Because that would basically mean that I want you to… babysit me. Some people would be angry at that. You know… you have to take care of yourself, and also see if I'm fucking up? That… can be bad. I can't really ask anyone to do that. I have to be responsible for my actions too."

"Well… You do a lot. I wouldn't mind watching over you," Amelia answered, putting her eyes back on Eleanor, who smiled sweetly. "Isn't this what it means to have each other's back? Isn't this companionship?"

"You're so fucking clever…" Eleanor closed her eyes and mouth, smiling even harder. "And as for why I want you to stop me in the first place, I thought it was obvious."

Amelia shook her head a little, waiting for the answer cutely.

"It's because you and I aren't just mother and daughter, are we?" Eleanor asked, in which Amelia answered by just smiling cheekily to her mother. "You just wanted to hear it," Eleanor pushed her shoulder, making her daughter laugh out loud.

"I really had no idea, mother of mine," she laughed, teasingly. "Oh, my mother sees me as a woman, call the FBI!"

"S- Shut up!" Eleanor blushed heavily, making Amelia laugh even harder when she noticed it.

"You're such a…" Eleanor gasped, exasperated. Amelia teased her, putting her toes on her face, in a quite flexible feat due to her being young. "Stop that," she giggled, "Your feets are dirty!" she tried to push her foot away, but Amelia kept pushing it against her face back.

"You didn't say that yesterday, when I used it on your cock," Amelia teased her further, managing to stick her toe up her mother's nose and mouth.

"I said I was curious, alright?" Eleanor blushed even further.

Finally having a grasp on her daughter's leg, she managed to stop the foot onslaught. Then, the both of them stopped fooling around again. Amelia was still on her mother's lap, still receiving caresses.

"So… um," Eleanor was the first one to resume the conversation. "About us…"

"Hm?" Amelia mumbled. She was watching the movie again, but with only half the attention to what was happening on it. She also most preferred to be together with her mother than watching the movie.

"I just want to check if we're on the same page about it…" Eleanor caressed her daughter's silky light brown hair. Eleanor was somewhat nervous to touch the subject, because she didn't want to fight with Amelia. But if she was afraid of discussing it, that just gave her another reason to do so.

"What do you think?" Amelia turned, now facing her mother, and asked. She was afraid of fighting her mother because of it. Amelia was the first one to take a stance and say things like 'we should stay together', or 'we shouldn't worry about it too much'; but Eleanor relaxed a lot during the last week about her own feelings, and she had been nothing but very passionate and lovable towards her. So, instead of judging, she wanted to see what her mother said first before she took any stances.

"I… am not sure if we are on the same page. I don't know what you think about our relationship. I'm not going to deny what we did and felt during these last few weeks, however. Well, what I felt, at least."

"Tell me," said Amelia. Eleanor then gulped dry.

"It was wonderful. Beautiful. It was the most magical thing I had in the last… I don't know how many years. It truly felt like a break. From everything. Even a break from myself, and what I had become. I felt so light and liberated by you; because of you. It wasn't the situation simply, or our environment. It was you. Us, together. Your words, our words. Our communication. Us, trusting each other. Relying on each other – well, mostly me relying on you," Eleanor laughed weakly. "You bitchslapped me and showed me how much of a… coward – I guess…" she said, not quite certain of a better word. Before she continued, however, Eleanor felt her daughter's hand cupping her cheek.

"…Not a coward. Never a coward. Strong. Brave . Courageous. Not coward," she said, in a very clear tone. She wasn't smiling, and wasn't showing any hint of playfulness. Eleanor smiled into her hand, feeling her daughter's comfort.

"In any case. You made me realize something very important to me that I had lost. And showed something to me that I never had. That was… my confidence in myself about how I stand in this world, in which I've lost during these years. Not only that. You also gave me back my feelings, that I've chained down because I saw it as shameful, and unnecessary."

Eleanor mulled the next few words in her head before she actually said it, and then stilled her resolve.

"What you gave me that I didn't have, that I have never felt… was true love. Affection for who I am, and what I did," she closed her eyes tightly. "And since it's the first time I experience it… the first time I have it… I am scared. Given our circumstances… I'm very, very scared. I don't want to lose this feeling, but I can't chain it, or chain you. I don't want to set you free, but I can't hold you, either. You're not my partner, but my daughter. It's my duty to let you grow, but if you grow tired of me… I wouldn't know what to do with myself. And I'm very scared of that… of you and our future together. I'll be honest with you, Amy… I'm scared shitless…"

Amelia's heart was thumping like crazy. She was nervous, excited, anxious and hopeful all at the same time. Her mother's words were so beautiful and it meant so much. And, at the same time, was dangerously making her want to run away. For the first time, she was anxious to know what her mother was thinking. She didn't want to hear her next words, and yet, she couldn't bare to lose her next words either.

"I don't want this to end like this, but our future is so bleak. It makes me despair. Not only for you, anymore, but for me as well. I don't want to go any further, but I'm unwilling to go back. At the same time, stopping isn't an option… so I'm only allowed to move forward. Bit by bit. With you. I hope to do that with you," Eleanor sighed, opening her eyes that felt on the verge of growing wet.

That was a confession. With certainty, with all of the words drawn-out, and all of the cards on the table. Eleanor breathed hard again and pushed it, one last time.

"Do you accept this, Amelia? It's probably not what you want to hear… We wouldn't be going out explicitly, and we wouldn't be girlfriends either. But I want to take the first step. To date you. So you would know, at least, that we're not just mother and daughter. One date at the time, until we figure each other and our feelings completely. Until I'm sure that we can go further together. Can you possibly accept… this kind of relationship?"

Amelia, whose tears were already running down her cheek, simply smiled and nodded, weakly.

.

.

"Can I drive?" asked Amelia, smiling, as they entered the garage.

"I'd say yes, normally. But the roads are still dangerous for inexperienced drivers such as yourself," Eleanor said. Amelia pouted, but she never expected her mother to accept the question to begin with.

They entered the SUV. The snow outside the garage had finally melted. The roads were cleared officially as of today. That only meant one thing. It was time to go take Kate.

"Thanks for coming with me, by the way," said Eleanor.

"You're welcome. Although I'm more interested in seeing Eve," she said, but it was only half the truth. Although she was indeed interested in seeing her friend, there were another underlying reason for her to want to go with her mother.

"That's a perfectly fine reason to go with me, today," Eleanor smiled, putting her seatbelt on. "I'm sure that Kate will be happy to see you, too."

Amelia laughed at that. "I really doubt it, somehow," she said, looking outside the window as they exited the garage slowly.

"She likes you, you know? She just doesn't know how to show it. Did you know? One time, while I tuck her to bed, she cried in my lap and asked me why did you hate her."

"What? No, she didn't," Amelia laughed weakly. "Did she?" she asked, now very confused. You could see her hesitation in her eyes when she asked.

Eleanor simply nodded. "She looks up to you. A lot. You didn't have anyone to take care of you when you grew up, so you only looked up to me. But Kate looks up to both of us. You're her older sister, so your actions mean more to her than you'd think. When you are mean to her, she takes it personally. She thinks you don't like her."

"It's not like that," mumbled Amelia. She just didn't like the way her mother's attention seemed to be aimed at Kate more than her. She felt unfair, and she took this feeling on Kate. It didn't mean she hated her, but she did dislike her presence because of that.

"I know it isn't, but she doesn't. Even if I tell her that it's not the case, she wouldn't believe me, either. Well, not completely."

Eleanor hit the road, and she did so carefully. The streets were somewhat empty at this time of day. It was morning and the movement was light since some jobs were still closed, so there weren't many reasons to go outside. Schools were going to remain closed, winter is basically around the corner anyway, so it made sense that it wouldn't, especially after such a huge storm. Things were going back to normal, but at a very slow pace. Schools needed to deal with infrastructure damage, so the extra time also helped.

Inside the car, Eleanor was still talking about her youngest daughter.

"I don't know what kind of relationship you want to have with Kate in the future, and it's not up to me to decide that. But if you want to be close with her, I'd consider changing how you act before she locks you up from her emotions and doesn't let you in anymore. I can control a lot of things about Kate, but if being raised by my mother taught me something, it is that no parent can change their children's point of view forcefully."

"…Look at you, being a mom," Amelia made Eleanor snicker softly.

"It's my second job," Eleanor stopped the car at a red light.

"Well, you deserve a promotion, then," she said, leaning to her side and stealing her mother's mouth passionately. The windows of the SUV were black, so it was pretty hard to see what was going on on the outside.

Amelia held her mother's thigh and squeezed her thickness with her hand. She was wearing a skirt, so her skin was easy to access.

"Not here, baby…" Eleanor sighed, but in lust, not unwillingness. She was already getting horny from her touches.

"I'd play with you for a bit, we both get to feel good… and it would be the first time we do it in public. Don't you want it? Because I do…"

"You're so naughty, doing it in public like that…" Eleanor whispered, Amelia's finger had snuck upwards to touch her bulge.

"Just a little blowjob… before we go get Kate…" Amelia's hand squeezed the bulging throbbing cock that was growing hard in her mother's skirt and panties.

"Ugh… I'm so damn tempted…" Eleanor said. She looked at her daughter with hunger. "Let's do it… but not in transit. I'll stop somewhere quiet, son please cooperate."

"Alright… good enough for me," Amelia raised her mother's skirt and started to fondle her leg slowly as she drove somewhere quieter. "I want to suck on that thick cock."

When Eleanor finally pulled on Debbra's house, the both of them stopped for a second. They did a touch up to their make-up and checked if there was something wrong with them. Any hair incidents, smears they didn't catch. Both Eleanor and Amelia had to put lipstick on again. Their clothes were in place, and they weren't sweaty because of the Air Conditioner.

"That was so fucked up, I can't believe we did that on the way here," Eleanor mumbled, but she started smiling like a fool after it. It was like she was seventeen again. She felt bad about letting it wild, but it was a strangeness that came from letting go after so long, rather than actual guilt.

"I made you cum so hard, though." teased Amelia.

"Yes, you did," Eleanor wanted to sneak a quick kiss on her daughter's lips, but that would ruin the make-up again. "So, we're going in there, and I want us to behave. Please? No funny business like in that call. Debbra can't know or suspect."

"Don't worry, mom. She won't. Also, I'm not stupid to do something that daring in front of her," Amelia was brimming with confidence. That didn't really make Eleanor confident, but she would have to trust her daughter. "Besides… What we did after the blowjob took care of any itches."

—

"Hnng! Hnng! Fuck me! Fuck me - Cum on your little bitch!" Amelia asked, her mouth dry in ecstasy as her mother pinned her down and fucked her Doggystyle, going balls deep in. The SUV shook ever so slightly with every thrust.

Eleanor grunted herself. They were parked somewhere isolated enough so they could make sounds while fucking. She herself was very vocal while her cock was deep inside daughter's snatch. After she made sure her daughter her orgasm, she slapped her little bitch's ass and slipped her cock out.

"Take it, slut!" she smiled, satisfaction and bliss filling her as she managed to cover her daughter's bubble butt on semen. Amelia panted, a bit exhausted from the whole movement.

"Hm… You're wonderful," she moaned, quite impressed, as always. Her insides felt quite empty without her mother's cock and she already missed it, but she smiled and cupped her clitoris, riding her climax like a good girl. She knew they couldn't go for round 2.

"And you are quite the sight yourself." While enjoying the good view and mess she had made, Eleanor scoffed at herself. "That's it, I'm buying me contraceptive pills first thing after getting Kate."

Amelia laughed weakly, holding the urge to turn around and see her mother's face. She would dirty the whole car with semen if she did. "If only you had them before the storm, that would save us some stress with the pregnancy tests."

"Ugh… don't remind me, the apprehension was eating me alive after you said it was delayed. I thought I would have ulcers. And those tests were expensive," Eleanor frowned. Just the thought made her stomach flutter.

Thankfully the roads were clean and Eleanor could buy herself futa anti contraceptive pills with no extra delivery cost after a quick doctor visit. Then she wouldn't have to worry about pesky little cumshots in the future. If only the tech existed back in her age, but creating a pill for futa were trickier than for women.

Amelia laughed, finding the situation quite funny, herself. Thankfully the worst of her period was already gone and she could go back to have fun with her mother again. "So, are you going to get me clean or what?" Amelia shook her cute butt as to call her mother's attention.

"Let's, before I decide to put my cock inside this beautiful trap in front of me again."

—

The thought gave Eleanor another hard-on, which delayed them from exiting the SUV for another moment.

"How's your panties and butt holding up?" Eleanor asked, blushing.

"Butt's sticky and panties mildly uncomfortable, but I'll live. Yours?"

"Panties are right about the same. Butt's fine, though."

They both stared at each other with a smile of partners in crime. Eleanor shook her head and smiled to herself before putting her hand on the car's door. "Alright, let's stop and leave the car or we'll look suspicious."

"Haha, yeah,"Amelia followed her and they both walked the passageway to the front door together. They looked at each other on the way but they behaved, the both of them. Ringing on the door made them feel a bit nervous, but why should they? Maybe because it's been almost a month since they saw each other.

3 weeks. That's 21 days. It wasn't completely work-free, but it was a very relaxed time for Eleanor, and especially for Amelia. And, in that moment, while they waited for Debbra or Leah to open the door, they could only imagine how their friends would be after these days too. Would they have changed? Would they be different, somehow? Maybe that storm changed them, the same way that changed Eleanor and Amelia.

The door was unlocked and swiftly opened, revealing the appearance of Debbra Bloomberg. Her bright blue eyes and short blonde hair in a pixie cut while she wore a friendly smile on her face. She had a beauty spot next to her mouth, not different from Eleanor herself, although in a different place.

She was thin in frame and shorter than the parent and child duo, which still made her a tall person compared to the average height of women, albeit a bit short for futa. She was clad in comfortable clothes, a light dress, not really suited for the cold, as well as a collar and bracelets that looked beautiful on her.

"Oh, goodness, you must be freezing the both of you," she quickly said, noticing that Eleanor and Amelia were both wearing comfortable clothes like her. "Come, come, get out of this weather."

Eleanor laughed and pushed Amelia slightly, going just after her. Debbra quickly closed the door. Although the weather wasn't as cold as it was during the storm, it would still be unreasonable to be out wearing just a few layers.

"Jesus, how can you come without even putting a jacket on?" Debbra smiled and quickly hugged her longtime friend.

"So good to see you, Debbra!" Eleanor couldn't help the wide smile on her face. She hugged her tightly for a long time, squeezing in all the happiness to see her again.

"Long time, indeed!" Debbra burst into laughter, hugging her back. The reason for her laughter was because she was very taken aback by her friend's reaction.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Kate for all this time. Ah, I can't believe this happened! If I knew this storm would take so long I would…"

"Shh, no words. I don't wanna hear it. Every time you say that I feel like groaning. Lighten up a bit, already," She chuckled, tapping her shoulder lightly. When they broke the hug she continued, "Besides, you've helped me financially a lot."

"True, sorry to nag you," Eleanor smirked. "Sorry, how are you? What a terrible storm!" Eleanor groaned and Debbra lightly chuckled.

"Tell me about it. Your little adorable monster is upstairs with Dana. Go up, I bet you wanna see her. Chop, chop. We'll catch up after."

"Alright, you don't need to hurry me up, now do you? Heartless as always," Eleanor hit her on the shoulder with the back of her hand.

" I'm heartless?" Debbra muttered under her breath before she scoffed, a smile on her face.

Debbra shook her head and watched her go. Then she noticed that someone beside her was still there.

"Well, what about you?" she said. "Your momma is going upstairs, you know?"

With that said, Eleanor stopped and looked at the both of them. Debbra and Amelia were at the same place.

"You're not coming?" Eleanor asked.

"Um… not yet. I will in just a second."

"You're up to something," Eleanor snickered. "Fine. But don't nag on Debbra, alright? She's already had to deal with one daughter of mine, don't make her babysit another one."

"I'm no troublemaker, am I?" Amelia asked, and Eleanor smiled deviantly.

"Do you remember when…"

"Alright, just stop."

Eleanor chuckled when she was interrupted, and then she went upstairs.

Debbra watched the whole exchange and stifled her laughter. What about that? They seem so close. That's so unusual.

"So… how are you?" Debbra asked, she was feeling a bit awkward. Meeting Eleanor? That was fine. Her teenage daughter? Not so much.

She wasn't experienced with Amelia, she didn't know her well enough. Also, why would she like to talk with her? Did Eve do something? The questions were piling up in her head.

"So… no hug?" Amelia smiled and opened her arms.

"Do you want a hug?" Debbra asked, surprised, although the question was said in a rhetorical fashion.

Amelia didn't answer and just went and hugged her. It wasn't tight or as emotional as Eleanor's hug. It was actually kinda awkward, since Debbra was so stunned.

"Nice seeing you D… I mean, Ms. Bloomberg."

"Um… of course. You too, Amelia."

"Can I… call you Debbra?" Amelia broke the hug, noticing that Debbra was a bit uncomfortable right now.

"Why, of course," Debbra looked at that small woman - who was actually taller than her - looking back at her with clear bright almond eyes. She then sighed, her heart calming down. "That is my given name. Do you want to talk about something?"

"No…? I mean… Not really… I don't know, I just wanted to talk with you." Amelia blushed. She wanted to know more about Debbra, but she figured out that it would be a bit awkward for her.

"Is there a reason for that?" Debbra snickered. She walked towards the living room, and Amelia followed her.

"Not really. How… have you been?" She asked, tentatively.

"You know. Taking care of your sis. Watching over my children. Nothing much."

"Yeah, this isn't working, is it?" Amelia laughed at the awkwardness.

"I don't think so, sweetheart. Oh," Debbra suddenly cut herself. "I can call you that, right?"

"It is my middle name," smirked Amelia.

Debbra burst into laughter again, not expecting the teen's cunning in returning her own joke like that. Amelia Sweetheart Whitfield, how adorable would that actually be?

"Alright, I can't deal with you. Can you please release me from interacting with a youngin' almost half my age?" she teased.

"What if I say no?" Amelia teased, Debbra laughed.

"I'd be very anxious and I wouldn't know what to do. Perhaps, I'll even cry. Teenagers are scary, you know?"

It was Amelia's time to snicker.

"Also, you and mom, always insisting that you're old. You're not that old. In fact, 30 something is the new young adult."

"Is that so?" Debbra smirked. That little daughter of Eleanor was quite something. She never realized. "Then should I be doing other stuff besides working my ass off to my boss?"

"If it makes you happy," she did a rock sign "Rock on, bitch," She smiled coquettishly. and Debbra shook her head, smiling, feeling unsure on what to say to that girl. "Don't tell mom I swore," she said in a tiny voice. "It just wouldn't have the same vibe without the swear."

"Aren't you the spitting image of your mother?"

"What do you mean? My mom is completely different from me, do you know?" She said. Debbra snickered, nodding. Amelia was talking about how they look in appearance, but Debbra was talking about something else.

"Yes, yes, of course. But I'll let you in on a secret," Debbra approached and whispered, as if what she was about to say truly was top secret that no one should know. Amelia actually got a bit excited. Was she going to discover a new thing about her mom, she thought. "You mom looks like this now, but actually… She was a total rock, bad-ass teen. She was totally popular with the jocks and cheerleaders and all," Debbra said, smiling wide, remembering the good old high-school days, where everything was just simpler.

"Oh," Amelia said. She wasn't thrilled to hear Debbra say this, after all, she already knew it. Then, when she saw Debbra's confused face, raising an eyebrow at her underwhelming reaction, she noticed the fuck up. "I mean- no fucking way, shit--! Can't swear-! Oh f— freaking… bullocks!"

Debbra couldn't help herself after seeing Amelia struggling with her words. She laughed out loud, putting her hand to try to stifle her giggles, but it didn't do a great job at maintaining her serious conduct. She opened the door to the kitchen area.

"Honey, help me out, Amelia is killing me," Debbra tried to contain her giggles, but she just thought that young lass was too funny. If only Eve could be that social , she had thought before wiping the thought from her head.

Leah, who was in the kitchen while mixing some batter for a cake, looked at her back to see Debbra and Amelia, both seeming to be in the middle of some good fun. The sight was so odd to her. She smiled and approached Debbra, leaving the mixing bowl on the counter as she wrapped Debbra on her arms protectively.

"Hey, don't mess with my wife. She's a softie," she said. The husky, heavy British accent ringed on the room as she smirked.

Leah was a tall woman, yet thin. Taller than Eleanor, even. A solid 1,87 meters tall. She was lean overall, but she had wide hips and a hefty butt in what Debbra loves to call "a very bubbly ass", and her wife Leah - by all means - wouldn't disagree. She had a jet black shoulder-length messy inverted cut, big pretty eyes and a lean face; with a big yet very lean nose that matched her lips perfectly. Adorning her lower lip was a beautiful labret piercing, too.

She was a bombshell overall, and to Amelia, she was as pretty as Eleanor - but Eleanor was still on top for her. Honestly she didn't know why Eve was so embarrassed when she admitted that her mother was sexy. It was plenty obvious in her case.

Piercings aside, Leah didn't have exactly a 'mom' style. She had tattoos over her arms, of stars, the moon and various pretty figures. But also, you could definitely see a crow on top of a skull on her hand, together with the black nails, not as long to keep it practical, but definitely stylish. She was also wearing ripped high jeans and the sleeveless shirt was tucked justly. A punk through and through.

"I don't know if I should be offended by this or not," Debbra said, snickering. She was blushing just a bit, but she didn't notice herself.

"Well, you are, love," Leah smiled wide and kissed her wife's cheek. "I still love you, ya big softie."

"Relationship goals, the both of you," Amelia couldn't help but say. She was jealous and happy to see them like that, in each other's arms; She could picture her and Eleanor being like this too, but they were not like that yet. At least Amelia thought so.

"You'll get there eventually, sweetie," Leah said, smiling. What a cute thing she had to say. Amelia is such a good kid, alright , thought Leah.

"Talking about relationships," Debbra said, as if she just had remembered something, "I have to talk to your mom."

"What do you mean? Mom and relationships?" Amelia was confused, to say the least. Suddenly nervous too.

"Oh, she didn't tell you? Your mother called me a week ago, asking for me to find her some good… potential date partners. I believe she wanted to remarry or something? Kinda odd she didn't mention something so big to you? Oh, fuck!" Debbra said, realizing something that made her heart simply stop. "It was a secret, wasn't it?"

Debbra was shocked, and felt like she just did the biggest fuck up of her life. Which it wasn't, but at the same time, she felt like it was.

Chapter 20: Hopefulness of a Bright Future (3)

Summary:

With the storm over, mother and daughter move on with their lives.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Eleanor knew exactly where Dana's room was. She has been around on Debbra's house for long enough to be familiar with the space. So, she didn't need a person to guide her. Debbra and Eleanor were also close enough to not feel awkward about her going somewhere in the house.

They've known each other for a long time. Eleanor and Debbra were very close, passed through hell together in high school. They've grown distant after she was kicked out of her family, but that was Eleanor's fault. She was the one that cut ties, after all. Debbra was also kind enough to rekindle said ties after she went back to the house. Although they were never the same after. Eleanor always felt bad that she was the one who refused Debbra, but, since she was passing through hell with her mother, she didn't have the energy and peace to fully go back to how her relationship was.

Nonetheless, even through all of that, they managed to remain close. And in the past few years they seemed to be getting that very close relationship back, somehow. Well, not somehow , Eleanor thought, as she knew exactly how - or rather why - they managed to be closer again.

"And there she is," Eleanor smiled. She was watching her baby girl laying down on the floor. Laying in front of her, together with Kate, was Debbra's baby girl – Dana.

Kate immediately gasped and stood up, running to her mother's arms while exclaiming, "Mommy!!"

Eleanor was basically tackled by that miniature girl. She ran with force and really threw herself at her mother. If not by her minuscule size and mass, she would probably knock Eleanor down like a wrestling fighter. Instead, Kate's surprise attack only managed to make Eleanor chuckle.

"Oh! Hello, Baby!" Eleanor smiled wide, holding her daughter's shoulder and stroking her hair, since she couldn't properly hug her from her angle. "How have you been?"

"Mommy, I want a piano!" Kate said, disregarding her mom's question completely.

"What?" Eleanor asked, quite surprised her daughter would ask that out of nowhere.

"A piano! Dana has a piano and has piano lessons! I want to learn it with her too!"

"Um, goodness," Eleanor mumbled. She didn't know how to react to her daughter's eagerness. They didn't even have a proper place for a piano. Maybe if it was a keyboard? And that wasn't even the biggest problem. "We'll… talk about it, ok?"

"Alright!" Kate beamed and hugged her mother again, and this time Eleanor managed to hug her back.

"Good morning, Miss Whitfield," Dana also stood up, in a shy manner. Eleanor chuckled lightly to her demeanor. So adorable.

Dana was small. To her age, however, she was probably slightly taller than normal. She had light blonde hair - it was natural since both her mother's were also natural blonde - and she had pale skin and a shy demeanor. She was slightly chubby, but not in an unhealthy way.

"Good morning to you, Dana. How have you been? You can call me Eleanor, sweetie."

"I'm fine, Miss Eleanor." Dana smiled sweetly.

"Just Eleanor is fine too," she smiled. What a perfect polite kid she was. "Thank you for taking care of my little baby girl, Dana."

"Um… you're welcome?" she smiled. "It wasn't a problem at all. Mother always says that Kate is very obedient."

"Yeah, I'm good. I didn't give any trouble to Aunt and Auntie Bloomberg!"

"That's good, darling. Thank you for being such a good girl during this time," Eleanor hugged Kate again. "Did you miss mommy at all?"

"Of course. But I could talk with you everyday, so it was okay. I got lonely sometimes during the power… power…"

"Power outage, darling."

"Yeah, that! But Aunt Debbra told me you couldn't call because our house didn't… have power yet."

"Exactly," Eleanor sat down on the floor to be at the same eye level as Kate and Dana. "Our neighborhood was out for longer than here."

"So… it wasn't because you didn't want to call me?"

"Of course not! Why would you think that?" Eleanor asked, worried. "Did someone say that?"

"Nobody told me nothing."

"Anything, darling. Not nothing," Eleanor smiled. "And, of course, I want to talk with you. I always do, right?"

"Yeah," Kate looked at Dana and her mother again.

Kate took a glance around the room. She had seen her mother, but she then noticed that her mother seemed to have come alone. Feeling odd, and a bit awkward, she took a careful glance up to her mother and decided to ask anyway.

"Did sis… come?"

"Amelia? Yeah, she did. Did you miss her?" Eleanor smiled. She found it adorable that her little daughter was asking for her older sister.

"No… she hates me," Kate sulked, looking away.

"She doesn't hate you, sweetie. She likes you a lot."

"Kate told me that one day Amelia banned her from her room, just like Eve did with me. So, she probably hates her."

"Oh, no, that's not it…" Eleanor raised her hands and smiled. She wasn't thinking that Dana would jump in to defend Kate. "When they're at that age you'll start to need privacy. That's just it. It's not like they hate you. When you grow up more you'll understand, you'll feel the same way."

"… Mommy said the same thing," Dana looked to the side, mumbling like she was hearing something she didn't agree with.

When Dana says Mommy, she refers to Leah, and when she says Mother, she refers to Debbra.

"So they don't hate you. Well, Amelia doesn't hate you. I just know that," Eleanor smiled and cupped her daughter's cheek.

"I don't know. Are you sure?" Eleanor then nodded, staring at Kate's eyes.

"Hey, um," Dana spoke up, fiddling with her clothes. She was looking at Eleanor. "Can you read us that story, Aunt Eleanor? There's some words we don't understand."

"What were you reading?" Eleanor asked, smiling after hearing Dana calling her Aunt. She wasn't bothered by it, and found it cute.

"Dinosaurs…" Dana said, in an amazed whisper.

Eleanor sat down to read them the story. She took her time with it, and taught the both of them the difficult words that came up as she read it. She also taught how to look for words on the internet if they ever find themselves stuck reading something while alone.

Kate and Dana, together with Eleanor, had a great time. Although Kate wanted to enjoy more time with Dana, she was happy to be around her mother again. She had missed her a lot, and Kate didn't tell her mother, but she sometimes cried at night when she wasn't there. Debbra and Leah had told Eleanor about it, however, so Eleanor was well aware of the situation.

Eventually someone showed up at the door, much like how Eleanor did when she showed up. The person knocked on the opened door; peeking her head inside. It was Amelia. "Hey, mom? Debbra and Leah said lunch's ready. She's asking for us to join."

"Oh, is it this late already? My goodness. Alright, both of you, time to eat."

Eleanor tapped the kid's back lightly, and they both groaned, not really that excited to go to lunch when they were having so much fun right now. Even so, Eleanor insisted that they should eat right about now, and they agreed to it, hesitantly.

"What is for lunch?" Kate asked her mother, as if she actually knew.

"I don't know, darling," Eleanor smiled awkwardly. "I just went straight up to see you, I didn't talk to Debbra and Leah properly, yet. But your big sister did, didn't you? Were you talking with them all this time?" Eleanor smiled. It's been at least 3 hours since they've arrived.

"I've… yeah. Leah said we're going to have a light lunch, with salad, baked penne pasta and meatballs."

"Oh, wow!" Eleanor said, positively surprised. "Leah and Debbra must've worked hard, and I didn't even help," Eleanor smiled wryly at the last part.

"Oh, you did, you took care of the kids while we three worked on it," Amelia smiled.

"Wait, you what?" Eleanor laughed. "Who are you?" she stifled her laughter, since she wanted to show support.

"Yeah, laugh away," Amelia managed to smile a bit. "Hey, Kate."

"What?" Kate said, avoiding her gaze.

"Um… nice to see you," Amelia waved and kneeled to be at her height.

"Hmph! Whatever, who cares about you?" Kate puffed her cheek and ran past Amelia without paying attention to her. Amelia froze. She felt anger rising in her throat, but she swallowed her pride and didn't say anything.

"Hey, Dana…" Amelia tried with the other one. Surely, she wouldn't—

"Whatever," Dana said, quickly, and joined in on Kate to run downstairs for lunch.

"What the- C'mon…" Amelia was stupefied. She understood that her little sister was going to be cold with her, but Dana? They don't properly interact, so why was she being hostile with her, too?

Eleanor chuckled a bit, "Looks like your sister has been bad-mouthing you to Dana, sweetie," she explained. She wasn't completely sure if that was the case, but it was the most logical explanation.

Amelia sighed deeply, rising to her feet. Eleanor did the same, and she was about to go downstairs, when a hand grabbed her elbow and stopped her in her tracks. Eleanor was confused, glancing at Amelia and wordlessly questioning her about what was going on. Amelia closed her eyes and wetted her lips slightly.

"Mom, I want to talk with you about something."

"Right now?" Eleanor didn't understand. "Sweetie, this is not a good place to do or talk about something related to… us ," she added the last part in a whisper, but the message was clear. They shouldn't act too intimate while in Debbra's house.

Amelia didn't want to hear any of it, however, she plainly asked her mother instead, "Why didn't you tell me about you planning on remarrying?" she furrowed her brows in annoyance. "What the fuck?"

"About what?" Eleanor questioned, immediately. Then she remembered what had happened two weeks back and connected the dots. "Oh… fuck! I completely forgot!"

"You completely forgot… about your plans of marrying someone else ?" Amelia clenched her jaw and hissed the words. She couldn't believe her own mother at that moment.

"No… No, baby, it's not like that," Eleanor's eyes widened and she tried to cup her daughter's cheek, but she quickly put her hand away.

"You don't touch me," she said, sharply. She took a deep breath. It was so hard to control her temper.

"Baby, please , listen to me. Please…" Eleanor pleaded. "It's not like that, I swear it's not like that…" Eleanor's heart ached. She wanted to clean this misunderstanding right at that moment.

"Then tell me… what part of you remarrying is not like that…?" Amelia asked, really trying to hear her mother out. Really trying not to snap and lash out at her.

"I'm not remarrying…" Eleanor shook her head gently. "I'm not… I swear… I'm not planning on it, either…" she pleaded to Amelia.

"Then what the fuck was that news that Debbra gave me? She was pretty clear about it, too," Amelia glared at her mother's eyes as she spoke. "I thought we were fine…" she said in a whisper. "You asked me if I was fine with a… with dating you ," she whispered again. Her eyes lost control and teared up, remembering how sweet and beautiful that moment was.

"Yes… Yes… I did, I asked you," Eleanor whispered back, touching Amelia's hands. Amelia was too shaken to refuse her mother's touch that time. She really didn't want to, either. "I didn't lie…!"

Gently, Eleanor pulled her daughter into a tight hug. Again, Amelia didn't resist. She almost started crying, instead. Her mother's embrace was so comforting that she didn't want to lose it, or distance herself from it.

"When we… When I lied to you, during the power outage, I asked Debbra to look for people for me to date, that's true… But that was before we made up, baby," Eleanor explained while she hugged her daughter. She was speaking as lowly as possible too. "It was over the phone, and I didn't have the time to cancel that, and I've forgotten after the lights came back - I'm so fucking sorry… So fucking sorry, okay…?"

Amelia clenched her jaw. Her mother seemed honest enough, and she could feel that she was truly desperate earlier with her voice. "You're not lying… are you?"

"Of course not…" Eleanor almost cried out, but she held it in and whispered instead. "I'll clear up this misunderstanding today… I promise you."

Amelia just nodded.

"Now… let's go downstairs and show me what you did for mommy… okay?"

"Okay…" she smiled, and hugged her mother tighter. She felt so fucking relieved that she wasn't being replaced. "I want to kiss you right now…"

"Me too, baby… but there's nanny cams here still," Eleanor whispered. Amelia tightened her lips and then nodded on her shoulder as she chuckled.

"That'd be bad if they watched…" Eleanor only chuckled back at her words. "Shall we go to the bathroom, then?"

Eleanor chuckled louder at her words. "I think we'd be doing more than that if we went, so I'll have to say no," she smiled. She broke the hug and wrapped an arm around her daughter's waist. "No need to be impatient."

"But now there's Kate…" she sighed, dejectedly. She was so afraid that their life would go back to how it was after the storm was over. She didn't want to bother Eleanor with her worries, but it was getting to her. She even lashed out at Eleanor today over the marriage news, even when it was a false alarm. She knew it was strange news but she couldn't help but spent the whole morning thinking about it while making lunch with them.

Eleanor pursed her lips, still smiling and gave Amelia a kiss on her cheek.

"Do you trust me?" Eleanor asked softly, gaining a nod of her daughter. "Then trust me when I say that I have a plan, okay?"

Amelia bit her tongue slightly, not containing her smile afterwards even when they arrived downstairs.

"Pregnant?" Eleanor asked, eye-widened.

After the amazing lunch they all had together, Eve and Amelia went to Eve's room and Dana and Kate went to play by themselves in the garden's playground. The place was still covered in snow, so they were enjoying themselves.

Eleanor, Debbra and Leah were sitting around an outdoor table, properly dressed for the outdoor cold while watching over the children.

While they were having fun, the parents lightly chatted while supervising them. They were having their own serious discussion, and although they were around children, they were far enough for them to not hear them. And they wouldn't to begin with, since they weren't interested in their talk.

"You got it," Leah smiled. "Debbra's put another bread in this lil' oven of mine," Leah smiled.

"H- What? How did that happen? I mean, I know how," she laughed. "But, that wasn't an accident, was it? I mean, you of all people wouldn't have a baby by accident."

Debbra rolled her eyes slightly at how Eleanor teased her. She had a bit of a preference for using condoms. She just likes their texture and their feeling wrapped around her penis. It's nothing serious as a latex fetish, as Eleanor liked to make fun of her - at least not in her head. However, It was exactly as Eleanor describes it, to a T. Even Leah knows it, the only non-believer was the person herself.

"It wasn't an accident," Leah said. "Obviously, I have to beg her to take that thing off," she laughed, looking at her adorable wife that blushed and pouted. "I gave her the ultimatum. Either she took it off or I was off the table. It took her some weeks, but she listened to reason."

"It wasn't like that," Debbra said.

"How was it, then?" Eleanor smirked.

"Look, the point is…!" Debbra said, cutting Eleanor off and then she realized she was speaking a bit too loudly. She then said in a lower voice. "She's pregnant," smiled Debbra.

Eleanor smiled, seeing how happy her friend was. She took both of her hands and squeezed them tightly. "Now that some good news. Another little baby?" she chuckled. "A third one? Look at you go, the both of you," she stood up and hugged Leah in particular. "Good luck with that, Leah," she chuckled.

"I'll be fine, love, this rodeo is easy for me now," she said, full of confidence.

"I wish I could say that. I felt prepared to have Amelia, but heavens. Was I mistaken," she laughed to herself.

"Amelia is a great one," Leah said, smiling at Eleanor. "She's interesting, funny, and very social. She's going to be a great cook too, one day. I'm sure her wife or husband will be very happy whenever she assumes the kitchen."

Eleanor smiled wide. Of course, the ones who get the happiest when their children are praised are always their parents. Eleanor wasn't an exception.

"I can't imagine how hard it must be to raise a child by yourself," Leah said, her smile fading as she said that.

"Also having to keep that nasty secret," Debbra joined in. "Your mother is so sickening, sometimes."

Debbra was the one who said it, but Leah also was also aware of it. What were they talking about, you ask? Amelia's true origin as what their little religion considers taboo. Eleanor was Amelia's birth mother. Eleanor was pansexual, and she felt sexual attraction to other futa. That was a secret that few people knew inside their community, Debbra and Leah being one of them.

Of course, Debbra being gay herself was a huge part of it. And Leah was not an avid church-goer either. Although Debbra was a believer, she didn't believe the most traditional views of their religion that abhor her sexuality. Eleanor - however - was just like Debbra's wife and kept up appearances. They didn't mind their religion but they never actually enforced it so fervently in their household. Of course, Eleanor's situation was slightly different since her hands were tied, but where she could avoid it, she educated their daughters to take things with grains of salt.

Eleanor smiled bitterly. Debbra didn't know half of it.

"And also, to be a widow…" Debbra continued, looking at Leah. Debbra caressed her wife's hand lovingly. To Debbra, if she ever lost her wife in such a manner, she would be so aggrieved. She could only imagine the pain Eleaor had to pass through. "Your little lie about your first alleged wife aside, you seemed happy with Jenny."

Eleanor pursed her lips, unconsciously touching her fake middle finger ring. She wanted so much to tell it was fake, to deny everything. But if she ever did, she wouldn't know where to put her face in shame and disgrace. To go with her mother's orders and to lie to her best friend for so many years, making them think something so horrible, that she was a victim.

"I…" Eleanor started, a bile acidic feeling in her throat bubbling in her stomach. Debbra was just assuming that her first marriage was fake, because Eleanor never admitted it. She couldn't. But Debbra, knowing her friend's circumstances and knowing she was actually pregnant, knew that Meryl had made up a lie. She didn't know Jenny was one of them either, however.

"It's okay, darling, you don't need to tell us anything," Leah was the one who cut her off, "I know you're happy for the both of us. I'm sorry to bring these painful memories back too."

"No, it's alright…" Eleanor felt horrible, and she wanted to move on from that topic, indeed, but for a different reason from theirs.

"I bet it's alright indeed," Debbra smiled, remembering something. "After all, you're finally moving on."

"That's right, 'innit?" Leah smiled. "You were talking about remarrying."

"I didn't want to judge you, after all, everyone grieves differently. However, it was right about time to move on. 9 years… You deserve to start seeing someone new," Debbra tried to comfort her friend, unaware of how unneeded it was.

"Was it that long ago? Goodness, Sometimes I forget it was right about the time we knew about our Dana," Leah said. "I mean, of course it is, they are the same age."

"Fate was weird to us. Two daughters, both the same age? Well, I guess three would be too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid our baby girl won't have another Whitfield's child to befriend this time!" Leah heartily laughed. She also gently caressed her belly lightly, as in a protective manner that only mother's would do. She then stopped smiling and looked at Eleanor. "Honestly, it's a bit of a shame."

Eleanor then thought back to what just happened a few weeks ago. She could still remember how anxious she was waiting outside the bathroom while her daughter did the pregnancy tests. How dizzy she was from expectation, and that sigh of relief when she found out that Amelia wasn't pregnant, after all.

"Um, can we… go back to the remarrying topic, actually…?" it was awkward, but Eleanor couldn't waste the opportunity to clean up the misunderstanding.

"Sure!" Debbra laughed, "Are you curious about your potentially new dates already?" Debbra was very amused.

Eleanor had been nothing but proper since they met each other again, after highschool. To the point that she didn't even look like herself. A new Eleanor, completely unrelated from the one that was downright slutty in highschool. Debbra always knew something was off, and she tried to help Eleanor because of it. For the sake of their lost friendship, she thought.

Debbra had tried to pull that bandaid off roughly once, to some success – making an incredible memory between all of them three, but that just made a whiplash that separated them for some months again after what happened to Jenny before Eleanor was as cold as she was again when she came back from her honeymoon. So, seeing Eleanor curious about dating people was almost nostalgic. Like seeing her old friend again for the first time in years. And then, it hit her. The Eleanor in front of her… seemed different already.

"A part of me is somewhat curious to see what kind of woman you would make me go on dates with, but I'm… I'm good. I don't need it anymore."

Debbra's eyebrows raised. "What do you mean? Are you going to say to me that you've found someone to date on that storm? How are people on the internet calling it?"

"The Shitstorm," Leah smirked. She adored the name. Debbra giggled.

"Yeah, that shitstorm? During a power outage?"

"No, that would be… that'd be ridiculous, of course," she said. "What I mean is that I've changed my mind about it."

"Oh, but…" Debbra's smile faltered. Before she could continue, Leah put a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine!" Eleanor smiled, and she did so fervently. "I don't need to date anyone, what I needed was to lighten up. I was going very hard on myself in these years. Only now I've realized that."

Debbra sighed lightly. She could not help but smile. That feeling, these words. Her heart throbbed and she closed her eyes.

"Eleanor… What happened to you during this storm, really?" Debbra asked. Because the Eleanor in front of her was completely different from the one who was caged by Meryl.

"It's somewhat a secret. But I'll let you know that the Eleanor you knew from 16 years ago… well… is officially retired. Big changes are coming… very big changes."

Eleanor smiled, thinking about everything she had planned during the power outage as she glanced towards Kate and Dana having fun.

"But they're good changes. Needed ones," Eleanor looked back at her good friends. "And you… I hope you don't grow bored of me, because I'm planning to include you in my plans, if that's alright?"

"What does that mean?" Leah smiled cheekily. She thought back about all the topics she shared with her dear wife. About Eleanor's rep and all the kinky fun Eleanor supposedly dragged Debbra into.

"I don't know yet," Eleanor chuckled, "But that's me saying that I want to be around more. I want to. I'm done being alone at my house all the time. I want to break free. I need to."

"Fuck me, that's my Eleanor!" Debbra smiled so hard that her cheeks hurt, and she rushed to hug her friend tightly. "I knew it. I knew you were different! I'm so fucking happy…" putting her face on her friend's shoulder, she couldn't hide her emotion.

It's been so long since she saw Eleanor be herself. Last week, she was happy to see her change her mind, wanting to go back to the dating scene. She thought that that would be the first step that her friend needed to go back to how she was.

Little did she know that it was unnecessary. Her friend was already there. She didn't know how or why, but that old Eleanor was back. And, for the first time in 19 years or so, since they last saw each other in high school, they saw each other again.

"Just get a room, already," Leah cheekily said, making both of them burst into quiet laughter while Leah crossed her legs, watching the two together and shaking her head slightly, a subtle smile on her face.

Leah never met the real Eleanor, so she was just completely flabbergasted that Eleanor, that quiet and prudish single mom she knew, was capable of such fierce words. Of course, she knew the stories. She knew the friendship and admiration her wife and Eleanor had. But seeing it and hearing it was the difference between wine and water.

After a good talk, the both of them were tired and ready to wrap up the day there, after all both of them had to make dinner preparations, especially Eleanor. It was almost 3p.m., and she decided that it was a good time to go. They had spent a good part of the day together. They hugged, talked, and gave plenty of time to Kate to enjoy her last hours together with her friend, as well as Amelia and Eve.

They were both now on the front door. Debbra and Eleanor shared a last hug together, as well Leah, who wanted in and hugged Eleanor tightly as well.

"Come visit us soon, alright, luv?" Leah said, bringing in Debbra once again, wrapping a protective arm around her, like she liked to do. "You're always welcome here, you and you little buggers," she smiled.

"Will keep that in mind," Eleanor smiled brightly, amused by the slang. Amelia saw the smile and couldn't help but smile herself, since she hadn't seen her mother that happy around people that often. It was something that she wanted to see more of, too. "C'mon, Kate, time to go!"

Kate looked at Dana. She didn't want to say goodbye, but she knew better than to haggle with her mother for more time together, since she knew Eleanor wouldn't give her anymore. That was it for Kate and Dana for now, and her little vacation was over. She wanted that storm to last forever, since it was so fun to stay with Dana all these days, basically just the two of them.

"It's alright…" Dana said, smiling shyly, "We're going to see each other at school real soon."

"Yeah… we are, aren't we?" Kate smiled. She felt better knowing that.

"Now, Kate, before we go, do you have something to tell the Bloombergs?" Eleanor asked, and Kate immediately understood.

"Oh, thanks for letting me stay over, Aunt Debbra and Leah! Thanks for having me too, Dana!" Eleanor smiled brightly. Her daughter was a smart cookie.

Silently, Debbra and Leah praised her for her politeness. "You're welcome, sweetheart," Leah slightly leaned in to smile at Kate. "We loved having you for all these days. It was our pleasure. And I'm sure Dana feels the same, don't you, sweetie?" Leah's hand, which was at her shoulder, squeezed her in a show of encouragement.

"Y- Yeah!" Dana smiled and agreed with a tiny nod. Dana was shy, so she felt bashful saying things like that out loud, even though it was true. Leah knew this, so she encouraged her daughter when she could. "Come over all the time… okay? I'll miss you," her cheeks blushed cutely in a soft tone of pink.

Kate smiled widely. She - before she could stop herself - ran for Dana and then held her face before she gave her a big - although a little awkward - smooch on her lips that ended in a loud smack.

Immediately after, things went very quiet. Eleanor's eyes widened to the limit and her heart almost went directly to her mouth as she looked at Debbra and Leah, only to see the same shocked faces on them as well.

"D- Don't look at us, we also had no idea of any of this!" Debbra was the one who said it, completely nervous.

(…)

Eleanor grunted, putting more clothes onto her bed and going right back to her closet. She was fuming. So much that maybe you could see the smoke on top of her head.

She had repeated that back and forth multiple times in the last hour. She simply couldn't decide what she should wear, and that was making her head hurt. Should she go in a business attire? Casual attire? What kind of message does she want to pass? All of that was frying Eleanor's head.

Amelia shyly entered her mother's room without knocking before closing the door behind her. She didn't need to, since her mother always said there were no closed doors in the house.

Eleanor was too busy to notice her. She just strode back from her closet, holding her clothes on her neck as she looked at the mirror with inquisitive eyes.

"Mom?" Amelia raised her voice, approaching her mother, who was only in her underwear.

"Not now," she said. She turned around in a grumble. She still didn't like that set of clothes. Even though they were perfectly fine. All of the clothes she picked were perfectly fine too. However, in her eyes, she thought they weren't.

"Mom," Amelia tried again.

"Amelia, not now!" Eleanor raised her voice as she looked at her bed in irritation.

Amelia clenched her jaw. Annoyance rose to her chest but she held it down. "It's been a while since you showed up," she said, in a passive-aggressive manner.

That mother in front of her wasn't her caring mother from the storm. It was her usual mother, the one Amelia was more familiar with since her childhood. The one was always stressed, the one that snapped at her sometimes for no reason.

"Are you back on being cold with me? That's it?" Amelia continued, right after her last comment.

"…I'm not," Eleanor said in a more relaxed and calmer voice. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to…" she wasn't turning her back to Amelia and hugged her arms, sighing heavily.

"Oh, mom…" Amelia sighed and walked towards her. She hugged her back gently and kissed her shoulder, squeezing her protectively. "What made you so upset?" she asked, gently.

"I just can't figure out what I should dress. Why is it so hard?" Eleanor scoffed.

"I don't think it's about how you should dress, is it?" Amelia whispered, caressing her mother's shoulders slightly, her face gently snuggling and prickling her mother's ear.

"Oh, baby, we shouldn't –"

Amelia gently shushed her mother, hooking a finger and pulling down one of her mother's bra straps. Her hand sneaked and squeezed gently one of her soft breasts.

"No 'we shouldn't' talk with me. Not right now…" Amelia kept stroking and squeezing her mother's breast slowly, feeling how soft and springy her chest was. "Such nice tits… I'm gonna relax you…" Amelia smiled and kept squeezing, feeling herself getting turned on.

"My meeting…" Eleanor sighed. She had no backbone on her resistance, because she didn't feel like resisting at all. She couldn't deny that pleasure. She could only do it in her mind, like someone procrastinating on an important task, like a guilty pleasure.

"Now, that's the reason you've been upset, isn't…?" Amelia purred, pinching and squeezing her mother's nipple, who was already erect. Amelia gently kissed her shoulder. "Someone important?"

"Very…" Eleanor sighed. Her cock was hardening inside her panties, and a sneaky hand squeezed her shaft firmly, making Eleanor pant.

"I know exactly how to make you relax…" Amelia smiled wide. "Sit down in the bed for me?" she asked, and Eleanor obliged wordlessly.

Going back to actually close and lock the door, Amelia smiled seductively. She got so used to using her sex appeal since three weeks ago. She pulled her shirt up, showing her bra-clad breasts, kneeling on the floor and pushing her mother's legs apart.

Eleanor's bulge was throbbing against the fabric, stretching it up to the limit. Amelia looked at her mother's face as she squeezed her bulging hard-on. Her boy shorts were purple and black in color, and was struggling to keep her shaft inside. Even so, the image was so hot.

Amelia licked her lips and pursed them around her mother's panties, licking her cock over the fabric and making it wet. Eleanor gasped and shivered as she felt her daughter's mouth on her.

She wantonly teased Eleanor as she kept licking and kissing her over her panties. The feeling of pleasure that couldn't satisfy her itch was torture, and she gasped and panted with every touch.

"Show me that fat dick…" Amelia teased.

"Fuck," Eleanor panted as she pulled down her panties, revealing her twitching member. It was reddish and throbbing, her veins were visible and sexy to Amelia's eyes.

"So hard and ready…" Amelia didn't shy away from grabbing her mother's dick and starting to licking her shaft all over. "So thick… smells so good… it gets me all wet." she salivated as her tongue and lips pressed and explored the whole circumference.

"Amelia, I don't have much time…"

"Do you really want me to rush my blowjob?" Amelia teased as she kissed her hefty balls, swiftly putting one into her mouth as she sucked gently. Eleanor moaned loudly, leaning backwards.

"No, don't rush it…" Eleanor moaned. Her penis was throbbing and feeling good for her daughter's ministrations.

"Say that you want it, then?" Amelia smirked, kissing her testicles slowly.

"I want a blowjob… Please give me a blowjob, baby…" Eleanor admitted it, finally. And it felt too good.

"I'm going to make you as soft as jelly…" Amelia aimed the swollen tip of her mother's fuck pillar to her lips, kissing it before slowly swirling it with her warm tongue. Eleanor hissed, her heart racing as her soft tongue grazed and itched her sensitive tip.

"Fuck me…!"

"Mhm…!" Amelia smiled as she swallowed her mother's head, sucking it gently, her cheeks hollowing with the suction and her tongue stroking her urethra and feeling that salty, delicious flavor defiling her tongue.

"So fucking good…" Eleanor moaned, holding her daughter's head. She stroked it and her eyes fluttered with pleasure.

"Sluuurp~" Amelia went deeper on her shaft and made Eleanor gasp. Her cock throbbed and trembled, her balls clenching while she felt her daughter's tongue explore and suck on her.

Curling her toes, Eleanor's mouth opened as she let out another pleasurable moan. Her daughter's hand was also on her penis, stroking her shaft up and down slowly like she was milking her. Amelia sneaked a hand inside her pants and underwear, caressing her labia and clitoris slowly, who were already wet and excited.

Her mother's cock was trembling and throbbing in a cute way inside her mouth, and she sucked on it like the most delicious treat she ever had. Her other hand worked on the shaft, and she was rewarded with drops of salty and hot pre-cum that started to dribble out of her urethra. Amelia hummed in pleasure and lap it all up; something she knew made her mother see stars.

"Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good," she praised.

Amelia took her cock out of her mouth and started to rub its shaft against her cheek as she stroked, her hand wrapping the shaft to press it against her warm face. It really made her mom moan. Amelia knew how hot she looked with her cock pressed onto her face, and she smiled teasingly at Eleanor's pleading big eyes. Whenever she sees Eleanor do that face, she just wants to spoil her mother rotten. It was the perfect mixture of lust and earning that showed how much she enjoyed everything that Amelia did. It made her feel so sexy and desired.

"I gonna blow your mind with my mouth," Amelia put her face on the base of her mother's cock and licked it slowly, until the throbbing tip of her urethra, who was still dribbling salty pre-cum, which she devoured like the most delicious treat again, before pursing her lips around her cock's head and licking her frenulum, a part of her mother's cock that she found out to be very sensitive for her.

"You're already doing it… holy fuck, Amy…" Eleanor squealed and heaved, trying to hold herself. Her thoughts were melting away with every second and stroke of her daughter's tongue across her fucking cock. Then her eyes went wide when she felt a lightning running down her hip and spine. Looking down, she saw a sneaky hand going under balls to rub on Eleanor's clit. "This is so fucking unfair…"

"I want your thick cum inside my stomach, mommy…" Amelia purred and smiled, putting her mother's cock inside of her mouth deeper, feeling it slide down easily with the saliva and going as deep as the beginning of her throat. Amelia was still caressing and rubbing her pleasure button as she went to town, sucking and slurping that fuck meat Eleanor called penis. She moaned, making her throat vibrate and Eleanor moan even louder.

Eleanor's thoughts were long gone. She wasn't worried about her meeting anymore. All she could think was that amazing blowjob, that amazing funny feeling that spread all over her hips and flooded her brain. This is so hot. My daughter is so hot…! I can't believe my fucking luck to be with her… She loves me so much… I love her so much…

"Oh, baby, you're gonna make mommy explode…! Ohh, SHIT !!" Eleanor screamed the last part, her eyes trembling as she leaned forward on the bed; her balls exploding and releasing spurts of semen that shot with force all over her daughter's mouth. After it, she noticed she shouldn't be so vocal with her excitement and immediately covered her mouth; but her body was still in the middle of exploding semen in her daughter's gullet, and how could she just stop mid-way of her climax?

Amelia, meanwhile, didn't cum, but hell if receiving futa cumshots deep inside her belly didn't make her feel the luckiest girl alive; especially when it was her mom - of all people - delivering it to her. Her pussy squirmed and released big batches of juices. She was definitely going to masturbate to that moment a little later in bed with her favorite dildo. Of course, she knew that if they were in different circumstances, Eleanor wouldn't just stop after cumming once.

But that moment wasn't about her, it was about her mother. Amelia knew how stressful she was, and Eleanor always spoils her rotten every time they have sex at night, so doing this was nothing but rewarding in its own way.

Amelia smiled and held her mother's shaft, still big and swollen, even if not completely hard anymore, as she sucked it clean, making her moan positively.

"Did it feel good?" Amelia asked, still pampering her with kisses to her cock's penis.

"Yep," Eleanor smiled, her brain in cloud nine while she recovered, perspiration coating her forehead and her chest heaving slightly up and down. Amelia raised herself slightly and kissed her mother's lips gently.

"Just be yourself, you can handle this," Amelia smiled briefly. Her mother held the back of her neck and then pulled her on to another kiss, and then another kiss, as they eventually got lost in that sensation for a long time, slowly deepening their kiss more and more, passionately.

"Thank you, love. Now, can you check on your sister? I shouldn't have moaned so loudly…" she smiled embarrassingly, and Amelia only nodded and kissed her again, leaving Eleanor alone.

She, finally alone again, dropped her back on the bed and sighed heavily. Her mind was still thinking about her meeting, but now her foggy mind was clear from any doubts she had in the first place. Just like a spell, Amelia managed to nudge her mother in the right direction. She no longer had doubts about what she should do.

"That girl sure is… golden," she smiled, feeling moved.

(…)

Eleanor approached the person sitting on the library room that was the second floor, while accompanied by a maid. The maid was walking first and she approached the big table where the person was.

"Madam, Dr. Eleanor is here." she said in a polite, low voice. She didn't wait for any answer, as Eleanor was already there, and she slightly bowed and walked away.

"Thank you," Eleanor smiled warmly to her. She was Jeannine, and Eleanor knew her slightly enough to feel that she shouldn't be doing these trivial presentations.

Slightly turning herself to Eleanor, the emerald green eyes looked up to her face as she lowered the book and took her glasses off, tyding her white hair in a tight bun.

"Eleanor… Correct me if I'm mistaken, but I did not call you today," the tired, but still firm voice of Mery Whitfield echoed in the room.

Eleanor tightened her jaw, trying to keep her posture and appearance in front of her mother. Especially because she was dressed rather casually in front of her. She was showing cleavage through her yellow wrap blouse and had figure-hugging black jeans with boots with heels. She hadn't dressed herself in that manner for so long outside that she felt a little bit ashamed, and she was trying not to show it on her face. Instead, she was smiling as relaxed as she could.

"You didn't," Eleanor said. She crossed her arms and looked at her mother with a side smile. Her chest was racing, but she had to do it. She had to say the next words, no matter what. "That's how you receive your only daughter that has come all the way here? Am I a stranger? Last time I checked I still shared a last name with you."

Meryl was immediately taken by surprise. She fumbled with her words for a bit, and she raised from her chair and awkwardly shared a hug with her daughter for a couple of seconds. "You're right. Where are my manners?"

"Please sit down," Meryl said, regaining her wits. She wasn't expecting her daughter to show up, and especially with such sharp tongue. For a moment, she had to wonder if she had done something to upset her. But, she didn't, unless she counted what had happened during the meeting last time. Now, that, she didn't want to remember.

Eleanor did so, and she took her time to get comfortable until she calmed her heart again. She had just raised her voice. She just had confronted Meryl - not in a direct matter - but she didn't lower her head and went with whatever she told her. And she felt so amazingly good about it that she couldn't help her smile. However, her mother would get the wrong impression about her objectives if she stayed silent, and she forced her smile away.

When she looked at her mother again, Meryl had picked her book back and Eleanor could see her pupils slowly moving from left to right ever so slightly.

"Now, let's start again," Meryl tried, "I don't believe I called you today? Do you have matters with me to attend to?" Meryl grabbed her book again as she opened it.

"What is wrong with me planning to visit my mother? Sorry, I meant to say mom. What is wrong with me planning to visit my mom? Do I need an invitation to see my family?"

"Nothing's wrong with you visiting me," Meryl almost chuckled, "The thing is that you never do. Stop acting like this is something normal," she wanted to sneer from the sheer ridiculousness of her daughter's behavior.

"Maybe I'd visit more… if you fucking looked at my face when I do. You never fucking look at me! Am I a decoration? Is this stupid book more interesting than I am?"

"Language…"

"Fucking hell, stop."

"Stop?" She closed the book and put it aside. Even so, she didn't raise her head to meet her daughter's eyes. "I'm your mother, lady. Now, you come to my house, and start behaving like an uncultured bitchy prick? And you want me to sit here and listen to your bullshit?"

"Well, it's right about time you fucking do! I won't fucking shut up, either." Her throat was tightening and each word was becoming harder to come out, but she didn't stop. "…I'm done being lashed out and being dragged about to whatever you feel like it!" she couldn't help but raise her voice. "Now, all I'm asking is for you to look at me! Why is it so hard to fucking look at my face while I talk?!"

"Is that why you came here?" she scoffed. "To ask why I don't look at your face…?" She looked at her own intercrossed hands, still not looking upwards.

"Yes! No!" Eleanor tightened her fists. Her mind went back to her own daughter and how they talk. How Debbra and Leah treat their children. How much care they have. And, what Amelia and Eleanor discussed so much during the storm. "I came here to talk with you."

Eleanod clenched her fists and looked to her mother. Their life together, everything that Meryl made her pass through. She mustered a somewhat ragged breath while looking at her unmoving mother.

"…I'm done, mom. I'm fucking done listening to you. You treat me like I'm a…" shaking her head, she changed her words. "I'm… I'm not your plaything!" Eleanor lowered her voice and her head as well. She was getting emotional. "You can't just…

"Treat me like I'm a nobody," she sniffled. "You can't make a fucking meeting about that fucking topic and just leave without checking up on me… You shouldn't force me to have a kid with somebody I don't even know… You shouldn't blackmail me using my daughter … your grandkids ," Eleanor felt a warm tear running down her cheek and she sobbed, cursing herself for getting swept up in her emotion. She didn't want to cry, and yet, she couldn't stop her words. "You shouldn't treat me like I'm a fucking animal when I don't know the answers you want me to know, shouldn't lock me away from my house when you were upset with my dumb grades – I was just a teen! You shouldn't yell at me because I didn't fetch you a fucking martini, and I shouldn't feel lonely at night every fucking night because you refused to let me in your bed."

Eleanor fully broke down as the memories kept coming to her head. Memories she didn't tell even Amelia, because she had locked away in her head, but now was rushing back like a torrent.

Meryl was looking at her hands, clenching them tightly, so much that her fingers were red white. Her jaw was also pressed tightly as she didn't utter a single word to her daughter. She didn't look up to see how tragically sad Eleanor was. She only noticed that she was obviously crying and sobbing.

"You and Chelsea were the only ones I had growing up – she was like a mother to me! And… you fired her. I thought you were going to be nice to me after it, but you didn't…" Eleanor dabbed a finger over her cheek, smearing her light make-up, "I don't even know if she's alive… !" her voice had calmed down a bit after it, but her voice was still rough. "I wasn't the perfect daughter… and I'm sorry… but I tried… I swear I tried. I tried so much, especially after I came back. I tried to be exactly as you told me to be. To never complain, to understand you and to be compliant. But even so, you only demanded more. Urged me for more…"

Eleanor sniffed. Her throat hurt but she was already in a shameless display as it was.

"I had to grow old watching your grandkid hate you… and I had to birth a baby you don't even want to look at properly. Why?" Her jaw clenched at the thought of her next words, but she had to say them. "Because my pathetic ass wanted you to love me so much that I'd do anything for you."

Eleanor looked up, only to see Meryl hugging her elbows and facing downwards, looking away from her.

"And after I told you all that, you don't even fucking care, do you?" Eleanor bitterly smiled. She looked away from her mother. "I spent my child and teenage years mostly trying to be noticed, and when you do you kick me out. You disrespect me. You don't see me eye to eye because of my sexuality and the way I chose to explore it. I get it. I was a fucking wreck train, but can you blame me? It felt so good to let go. You have your moment of weakness and I know it.

"Don't you forget that I sacrificed 17 years of my life for your goals, hoping to be the daughter you ever wanted while still caring for my children. Do you know how hard it is to see you at social parties treating your fuccking colleagues better than you treat me? Drinking with them, smiling, looking at them, asking questions about their lives like you care. You can't even fucking look at my face when I come here to visit you!

"You're right. I didn't come here to just visit you. Why would I? When you treat me like this. When my daughter looks at me, as if I'm stupid whenever I say I want to see you, because she knows you're nothing but horrible to me and her? How can you expect anything but coldness from me? And how dumb am I to expect anything but coldness from you too?"

Eleanor was hurt, and she closed her eyes, a final tear running down her cheek and ruining her makeup even further. She didn't come here to vent, nor to tell all of that bullshit to Meryl. She had come to talk with her about the CEO position. She was going to take the position, and she had this massive plan to revolutionize their business that, although was a big risk, offered a gigantic reward.

She was imagining that her mother would be thrilled to hear it, and she was going to spend the rest of the day brainstorming commercial campaigns and financial budgets as to best pull off the stunt. Because they have so much to do, and so little time. Because her mother wouldn't be able to stay in the CEO position for long. Eleanor would somewhat hate every moment of it, but she would pass through it and play it off, smile at her mother's congratulations, because she would love it, and she would again pretend to be her mother's perfect daughter. Just like normal.

So, how did it become like this instead?

Eleanor sighed. She couldn't be bothered anymore, because these words… These words felt so liberating. She didn't regret a single syllable of it!

She cleaned her face as she could before rising from her chair, taking a last glance at her mother. She wasn't in a hurry.

"Do you think I'm cheap enough to be near you because of your money? I could've gone independent a long time ago by now, and what could you possibly do to me after? Nothing. But I stayed. I put my feet down and took every single hit because I felt indebted by you and your help. I, for the longest time, thought I had no choice but to do it, but how stupid was I to not realize I didn't need to. You're my mother and you exploited me. You manipulated me to lie to my friends and my family. I might be too ashamed to tell them the truth, but I'm finally pulling this bandaid-off. Good riddance, mother…" her lower lip trembled one last time.

After those words, she had nothing more to discuss about her plans. She would simply tell her about the position through an email. However, before she moved from her spot, instead of parting words, she said instead.

"I get you. I'm not a good mother either, and I'll probably rot in hell for what I did," she was obviously talking about her incestuous relationship with Amelia. "I'm no saint, mom. I'm not going to stand here and pretend I'm just a victim. But at least I treat my daughters like fucking human beings!" she scoffed.

After these words, Eleanor stormed off. Or, at least, she tried to. A weak hand blocked her path, holding her wrist. It didn't put any force, and Eleanor could've pulled free from it with the gentlest pull, but she didn't. That hand completely blocked her way.

Meryl turned her body towards Eleanor, her face still down.

"I do care…" Meryl's voice echoed, almost weightless. She lifted her face and looked at her daughter, her eyes brimming with tears and red. "I do care… I do care for you…" she bit down her lips, blinking heavily her tears away, her heavy make-up slightly melting. Meryl was trying to scream more, but she couldn't. Because Eleanor wouldn't believe her, even if the words left her mouth. So, instead, she just muttered "You're my little monkey…!"

After that, Eleanor sat down again. Meryl had put her book to the side and, carefully, listened to her daughter.

They talked for hours after that. It was mostly Eleanor talking and her mother listening. Eleanor vented everything she wanted, and Meryl nodded. It might sound simple at first, but for these two, talking about their feelings while the other truly listened, that was something that never really happened to the both of them. Not so whole-heartedly. Not for something so serious. It wasn't as if Meryl never heard her daughter, but in her head, she was always looking for a way to end the discussion as soon as she possibly could.

Not this time, however. She simply sat down and heard everything Eleanor had to say. When she asked for something, Meryl would answer honestly, or as honestly as she could, without touching uncomfortable feelings she didn't want to share.

The discussion lasted for hours, and the maids - who were worried about the raised voices and the upset tone coming from upstairs - had now calmed down as well.

By the end of a much needed discussion between them, Eleanor had felt like a huge weight on her back had been lifted, and she managed to smile effortlessly, for the first time, in front of her mother for a long time.

Was every tension around them resolved? No. Far from it. But they had managed to take the first step into a brighter direction. And the one who gave Eleanor that courage to take that first step was Amelia, of all people. It was honestly the thing she had been wanting to do the most, and the only thing Eleanor regretted is that it was late. Too late. Even so, it was better than never taking it. She could now live knowing that she got rid of her shackles, instead of being imprisoned until they rot. But a part of her still wished they were there if it meant to be close to her only mother.

"Why didn't you sell it?" Eleanor asked, gently.

She was right now in another room with her mother. She was taking a tour with her. Why? Because it had been a while since she had done so, properly – walking around her house she grew up in, that is. And she was in no hurry to leave, for the first time in a very long while.

They were walking towards a large piano in the middle of the room. Even though it was untouched for decades, the piano was shiny and sparkly clean, like the last time Eleanor had seen it.

"Why would I sell it?" Meryl closed her eyes and smiled to herself, remembering images of her little daughter running excitedly around that piano when she was young. "You asked so much for it."

"Don't remind me…" Eleanor bit her lip. She lifted the keyboard cover slowly and took a look at the ivory pieces. "Just exactly as I remember."

Meryl smiled, watching her daughter next to the piano. It had been so long since she saw them together like that. She felt like taking a picture, so she wouldn't forget that image, even if she would. Sighing internally, trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts, she approached her daughter, sitting down on the bench in front of the piano.

"Remember that I took lessons with you, too?" Meryl asked.

"I said don't remember me," she almost burst into laughter. "So embarrassing…" she mumbled the last part. She shyly sat down next to her mother. "Why did you ever do it? It wasn't for me, was it?"

"Half of it was," Meryl admitted. "I thought that if you really wanted to put yourself into music, it would be a good thing, so I joined you in piano to motivate you a bit."

"Right. Then you decided that piano lessons weren't enough and coupled it with violin and cello lessons for an absurd amount of times per week," she laughed a bit, "Completely destroying my childish love for pianos and classical music."

Meryl smiled bitterly, "Like I said, I thought it would be a good thing," she fought back, weakly. "You could be good at it. Be famous. Win competitions…"

"What about the other part?" Eleanor kept the conversation going, not minding her mother's words.

"Dorothy…" Meryl said, with a distant look. "She… said to me, she always wanted a big piano like this one…" she smiled, caressing the pieces. "Then, when you asked me… how could I deny you? It would probably put a big smile on her… her face," Meryl bit down her tongue lightly, in emotion.

"Do you know what Kate said when I went to get her after the storm?" Eleanor asked, instead. She tried to mask how the name Dorothy made her feel and just moved from the topic. "The very first thing?"

"What?"

"She said she wanted a piano," smiled Eleanor. "It really shocked me. It instantly made me think of you and me… and I got scared and ended the conversation there. She's been pestering me in the last days so I could buy a piano… but I have no place for it in my house."

"You can do renovations," Meryl said, shrugging. "This piano is yours, technically, you don't need to buy one. We can move this one to yours."

"Or…" Eleanor's shoulders tensed slightly, "I can visit you more with her… so she can learn it."

"I don't know about that," Meryl pressed an ivory key, and the song echoed in the room.

"Mom…" Eleanor tried the foreign word again. It still felt weird to say it out loud, after she spent basically her whole life calling her mother. "Can we at least try it? For me?"

Eleanor played the first few notes of the Heart and Soul. The song played out almost quietly and Meryl couldn't help but laugh at it.

"The first song you learned," Meryl muttered. "I remember you playing this so much… It almost drove me crazy."

She also repeated the notes, continuing to play the song. She just knew the basics notes, mostly guided by muscle memory, because Eleanor always insisted for her to tag along, and Eleanor reminded Meryl so much of Dorothy, she couldn't deny it.

"Can you answer me something?" asked Meryl. Eleanor watched Meryl carefully. Meryl wasn't someone to ask permission to ask something and simply just asked. So, that was new.

"Of course. If I'm able."

"Earlier you said Chelsea was like a mother to you. Is it true?"

A lot of feelings ran through Eleanor's chest, but too many for her to put into her words. So, she simply said "Yes," laconically.

"You never told me that."

Eleanor couldn't avoid her scoff at the words. "As if it would make any difference."

…Maybe it would, Meryl answered in her head, a rueful smile on her lips. She had a distant glance towards the piano and its key. Eleanor stared with widened eyes at her mother's behavior, but before she could say anything Meryl simply shook her head slightly. It doesn't matter now. It's too late.

"You can bring her… Kate."

Eleanor simply smiled.

The ambient grew lighter as Eleanor smiled and started to play with her mother. She harmonized her mother's notes in a light way, giving so much balance to the song as she assumed the pedals, the both of them playing Heart and Soul in this strange, but harmonized duet. Just like the old times.

It was so light-hearted that Eleanor almost teared up.

In the end, Eleanor never told her about the CEO position. She just spent some time with Meryl. For the first time in her life.

And just like this simple, harmonized song, things started to get back on track, slowly.

Kate and Dana kissing on that day was quite a shock for both parents. Both of them had no idea of what was going on, but it was hardly something to worry about. Kate wasn't in trouble, and neither was Dana. Both parents had long conversations about kissing and relationships, but in the end they let them allowed whatever they had to grow organically - like a normal relationship should. The Whitfield and the Bloombergs were always close to each other to begin with, so it wasn't a big deal at all. As in the matter of Amelia, Kate and her started to connect. Amelia showed more interest in the things Kate did after Amelia wasn't worried about her mother's divided attention anymore. Kate even slept in Amelia's room once, making Eleanor's heart simply swoon in adoration.

Amelia's school came back. She had some time to groan and huff about it, but she was - honestly - a bit pumped up for it. For the first time, she was feeling energetic about doing something. She was in love, and she wanted to grow as a person. Especially because she wanted to impress her mother. Her grades started to get better as she got a personal instructor – and also her mother during her spare times – to teach some subjects she didn't understand. Eve and her were still good friends, even after Amelia's reputation sky-rocketed after the shit-storm.

Why? It was mostly due to her confidence boost. But she also changed her looks, got new daring clothes that better suited her personality and also had a new fashionable haircut. She even tried to dye it pink. Her mother, of course, was nothing but praises and support. The teachers first thought that Amelia was losing herself into her teenage years, but when they saw that her grades were actually getting better, coupled with her positive attitude, they never complained.

Eve was quite shocked to see that new Amelia, and despite questioning, Amelia never fully revealed the reason why.

Amelia started frequenting more parties, and she dragged Eve along with her. It really broke Eve out of her shell, and she even managed to land a girlfriend for the first time in her life. Her girlfriend was a very tall jock doofus from the feminine basketball team, but she clearly liked Eve, and Eve loved her too.

And, Eleanor? Well… what can I say? That woman was clearly reborn, or rather, finally free of her cage. And after that, nobody could really stop her. True to her promise, she assumed the CEO spot, and sooner rather than later. She – together with Meryl for as long she was there – started to push their company to soaring heights. It would be some years until the results were clear, but both of them were hopeful. Her relationship with her mother also had improved, it wasn't perfect and sometimes they would fight, but it was finally an honest talk - with no blackmailing anymore.

She also made house renovations and designed a conjoined master bathroom for her and Amelia. Why? Because it would be easier to sneak into each other's rooms without Kate noticing it. And for why they would sneak up into each other's rooms… Do I even need to tell you?

Oh, and about their relationship, things went great. They had dates and loved each other. They didn't take things too quickly, but the pace didn't upset them at all, because they all discussed things. Eleanor wanted an open relationship, since she wanted her daughter to still experience life, but that didn't mean that Amelia had to do it, and she hadn't. Well, except for some flirtings people did with her, which she rejected. Her excuse was obvious, an online relationship with someone from another city. That person was older than her, and she didn't want Amelia spreading her identity. It was a lie, but a half-truth as well.

That didn't summarize everything that went down. But I'm afraid that we're running out of time. And, in that rhythm, a couple of years had passed, while people weren't too busy looking.

Meryl had already retired, Kate was in her first year of middle school, and Eleanor was officially entering her forties; but she was feeling rather well. Amelia would turn 19 that year, and she was graduating school, ready to take college.

Now, she was accepted into a good college, a famous one. It wasn't the college Meryl wanted her to enter, so it gave some financial wiggle room for Eleanor.

Although Amelia had finally found something she wanted to do, she was anxious. It would be the first time she would grow apart from her mother. She would live in a different place, and would have to meet new people.

But, although she was nervous… She was also anxious. Anxious and hopeful for a brighter future.

But that,

That is another story.