Heather: Age 16
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| - | You ask to be excused and are granted permission. You carry your half-eaten plate to the kitchen where you | + | You ask to be excused and are granted permission. You carry your half-eaten plate to the kitchen where you dispose of the leftover food in the trash can. You then walk back into the dining room to tell your family that you are going to bed, but everyone is gone except your mom who is sitting there with her head between her hands, crying. You are very tired, but you love your mom very much and can't simply leave her like this. You walk over, run your hand across her shoulders, and ask what's wrong. Your gentle touch startles your mother. She looks at you, eyes filled with tears, and says, "Your father isn't interested in me anymore. He says my body is no longer attractive." |
| - | You frown | + | You frown. Your mom is 31 years old with platinum blonde hair and a beautiful set of boobs that you wish you had. You smile and tell your mom that she is very beautiful and that you would tap that anytime. This makes her smile, and you take your young teenage hand and wipe the tears from your mom's face. Your mother now stops crying and motions for you to sit in her lap. With a slick motion, she puts her hand around the back of your thigh—you are wearing tight orange cheerleading shorts—and pulls you into her lap. She leans close, kisses your cheek, and pulls you in for a mother/daughter hug. |
| - | You smile and tell your mom that she is very beautiful and that you would tap that anytime. | + | |
| - | The closeness and the feeling of your | + | The closeness and the feeling of your mother's big breasts pressed against yours makes you sigh. As the two of you sit there pressing your tight feminine bodies together, both of you realize that this is more than a hug. You stand up and take her by the hand. What do you do? |
*[[ walk upstairs to your room ]] | *[[ walk upstairs to your room ]] | ||
*[[ lead her into the living room, where your dad sits]] | *[[ lead her into the living room, where your dad sits]] | ||
[[Category: Family Ties| Family Ties]] | [[Category: Family Ties| Family Ties]] | ||
Revision as of 05:03, 17 August 2013
You ask to be excused and are granted permission. You carry your half-eaten plate to the kitchen where you dispose of the leftover food in the trash can. You then walk back into the dining room to tell your family that you are going to bed, but everyone is gone except your mom who is sitting there with her head between her hands, crying. You are very tired, but you love your mom very much and can't simply leave her like this. You walk over, run your hand across her shoulders, and ask what's wrong. Your gentle touch startles your mother. She looks at you, eyes filled with tears, and says, "Your father isn't interested in me anymore. He says my body is no longer attractive."
You frown. Your mom is 31 years old with platinum blonde hair and a beautiful set of boobs that you wish you had. You smile and tell your mom that she is very beautiful and that you would tap that anytime. This makes her smile, and you take your young teenage hand and wipe the tears from your mom's face. Your mother now stops crying and motions for you to sit in her lap. With a slick motion, she puts her hand around the back of your thigh—you are wearing tight orange cheerleading shorts—and pulls you into her lap. She leans close, kisses your cheek, and pulls you in for a mother/daughter hug.
The closeness and the feeling of your mother's big breasts pressed against yours makes you sigh. As the two of you sit there pressing your tight feminine bodies together, both of you realize that this is more than a hug. You stand up and take her by the hand. What do you do?
