Oh Baby
Svetlana Mega
Oh Baby
Svetlana Mega
Taboo Dreams
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Cover design by: Taboo Dreams
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Printed in the United States of America
Oh Baby
Samantha, her nipple-faced daughter of twenty, was across the table from Eva at dinner. They were alone for a year after her spouse departed.
However, Samantha appeared to be managing, since she excelled in college and played soccer on weekends. Samantha, according to Eva, stayed home too much, especially on weekends.
This was Samantha's go-to response anytime Eva brought it up.
"Don't worry about me, mom; I like spending time at home with you." Every time Samantha spoke, Eva would sigh and take it.
As for Samantha's sexual activity, she had informed her parents one night that she was "definitely not" involved.
"And what about loving embraces and snuggles, Samantha?" Eva inquired.
"I can always get those from you at any time, right?" Samantha asked her mom as she rolled over into her embrace.
Saying, "Of course, sweetie," she embraced Samantha tightly.
However, Eva felt a maternal sense of warmth as she felt her daughter's breasts pressing against her. She felt that they were full and solid.
After the women finished hugging, they looked at each other for an instant. Knowing that the embrace had made her nipples stiffen, Eva flushed.
The thoughts of Eva's kid drifted that night as she lay in bed. Now a young woman, she had stunning dark hair, ample breasts, and a radiant smile. Samantha became popular with the lads even though she claimed to be virgin.
Eva became aware that she was admiring her own body as her hands wandered over it. Delicately touching herself, she ran her fingers over her breasts and nipples before extending her legs. Her fingers quickly became drenched as she became soaked.
She felt good about her own figure. She assumed men admired her because of her attractive shape and ample breasts. However, women were more attractive to her because of their sensuality and affection.
She drew back in surprise as she licked and kissed her daughter's breasts, a memory that had been occupying her mind. Taking off her clothes.
"No," she reassured herself, resolved to forget it all as she went to sleep. Shortly after, though, she began to fantasize about her daughter undressed again, and she eventually fell asleep.
Eva spent the following several days attending to her work and social life in an effort to divert her attention from the increasing sexual desire she had for her daughter. Still, she gave in to the irresistible want to masturbate every once in a while, fantasizing about her daughter's young, supple body.
In the wee hours of the next Saturday, Eva, still restless, made her way down the hall, past Samantha's bedroom.
Eva saw her lovely kid from the doorway since her daughter slept with the door open every night. She was now laying face down on the bed, barefoot, in her nightgown and underwear, having discarded the bedsheets. Eva had a peek of her daughter's bosom as her shirt was mostly undone.
Maybe it was a bad dream, but Samantha started to stir.
She whispered, "Mom, Mom..." and Eva saw that she was stroking herself lightly while her hand was between her legs.
Gently making her way to the bed, Eva sat down next to her daughter. Her mother was present, she reassured her, taking her hand and stroking it. Was there a similarity in her daughter's views on physical attraction?
"Mom, I was dreaming," Samantha murmured as she gazed up at her mother in a daze. You appeared in a dream I had.
Holding her mom's hand tightly to her exposed bosom beneath her blouse, Samantha embraced her.
With her palm pressing across Samantha's exposed breast, Eva struggled to catch her breath. It was more of a sensual gesture, like embracing, than a sexual one, and she knew it.
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