Downfall/Julianne uses the shower first 1
From Create Your Own Story
Julianne enters the bathroom. You use the time to take the tray inside. Ten minutes later, Julianne comes out of the bathroom, a towel in hand, her hair still wet, which is why she is only wearing panties. Her slim figure is similar to yours. She has small breasts; where yours are perfectly round, hers are more pointed. Her nipples are bigger than yours and point slightly upwards. Julianne drapes her worn clothes over a chair and sits on the bed, rubbing her hair dry.
Your turn in the shower. You undress and take a quick shower before brushing your teeth. It is still warm; underwear and a tank top will be all you need wearing in bed. You return to the bedroom. Julianne already lies in her side of the bed, wearing a slightly transparent negligé, stretched over her breasts leaving her nipples very prominent and visible through the cloth. You put your dress on a chair and search for the light switch. After turning the lights off, you carefully find you way to the bed.
"Good night, mum," you say.
"Night, sweetie. Sleep tight."
But you cannot sleep. You toss and turn, random thoughts swirling through your head. You know you keep your mother awake, but you can't help it; you can't even find a position comfortable enough for five minutes.
"Can't sleep?" Julianne asks.
"Sorry, mum," you whisper.
"Hold still for one moment, sweetie."
You are lying on your side, back to her. You can feel Julianne move closer, the mattress gives it away.
"I have a little technique that always worked with your father," your mother says. She presses herself against your back until she is spooning you. She lays one arm over you on your belly, and then pushes her other arm through under your body. She holds you tight with that arm, directly under your chest. Finally, she swoops a leg over and pins your legs down.
"That calmed dad down?" you ask
"Every time. And also the other way around, although his hands might have been a bit more active."
"Uh... sure." Kind of a dumb remark, but what were you supposed to say to that?
"Now sleep, sweetie. It's late."
Whatever psychic flimflam is involved, it helps. Your mother's weight prevents you from moving around, and soon you feel your eyes get heavy. The next moment, you are deep asleep.
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