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Mama's Girl (Twilight - Incest - Lewd)

By OniiChansFables
Created: 21st October 2020 05:02:53 PM

  1. >You are Twilight Sparkle
  2. >And you can't believe you finally did it!
  3. >It wasn't even that hard, really
  4. >You just used a benzine solution to scrape the ink off of an old photo ID you found in the cupboard, and then used your custom hyper-precise printer to replicate a fake one for yourself
  5. >Officially, you're Midnight Shiney, a 21-year-old girl, and old enough to drink alcohol and gain entrance into L'arracher, Canterlot's most upstanding lesbian bar
  6. >As you step through the double doors and into the glowing-pink main room, your entire body starts to tingle
  7. >Well, one place in particular
  8. >You're really glad you wore the extra-strength panties today, because they're about to weather a monsoon
  9. >At fifteen years old, you're still a kissless virgin
  10. >In fact, you've never even been able to admit your attraction to women, let alone act on it
  11. >Hell, you haven't even held hands with a girl
  12. >But that's all about to change
  13. >You're gonna find a pretty girl and hold her hand all night long!
  14.  
  15. >Your mouth begins to water as you scan the room
  16. >The air is clouded with cigarette smoke and clouds of vape, the smells combining into something almost like an aphrodisiac as you inhale them
  17. >The place is already crowded, filling your vision with the nubile bodies of women in their late twenties, most of them wearing only enough to meet basic public standards
  18. >Your eyes nearly roll back in your head in pleasure as you begin to make your way deeper into the club
  19. >Occasionally, some girls glance over at you, but they don't seem to take much notice
  20. >Now that you think about it, you probably seem kinda plain, dressed in your school uniform and looking like a fifteen-year-old
  21. >They're probably terrified to look at you, now that you think about it
  22. >The last thing they want is to be considered a pedophile
  23. >You'll show them you can be mature
  24. >C'mon, Twilight, time to put those seduction books you read to good use
  25. >You turn around, spying a white-haired biker chick sitting alone at a table
  26. >Casually, you slide into the booth next to her
  27. "H-hey, babe."
  28. >The biker chick just stares
  29. >"Uh... yo, what the fuck?"
  30. "Something w-w-wrong, sweethear? If there is, I c-can make it all g-g-good again... heh..."
  31. >She stares
  32. "W-with my tongue."
  33. >She stares really hard
  34. "On your p-p-pussy."
  35. >Biker-chick blinks, then stands up from her table
  36. >"Yeah, nope, I'm not going back to jail. Do you have any idea what women's prison is like?"
  37. "Hey, w-w-wait! I'm g-grown up, I promise! Watch!"
  38. >You glance around the room, noticing a gleaming stripper pole just a few feet to your left
  39. >This is your chance!
  40. >Sure, you have no idea how to actually pole dance, but how hard could it be?
  41. >You'll rock that pole and show her that you're old enough
  42. >Jumping up from your seat, you sprint to the pole and grab ahold of it
  43. >...now what?
  44. >You start awkwardly bobbing up and down, holding it with one hand while the other begins to fumble with the buttons of your vest
  45. >Maybe if you take some clothes off, the other girls will notice you!
  46. >You start spinning in clumsy circles, finally getting your vest off
  47. >Next you unbutton your shirt, letting everyone in the room see your purple tummy and your training bra
  48. >This... this feels awesome!
  49. >You close your eyes, rocking to the place's ambient music...
  50. >And that's when you hear it
  51. >The voice you'd never expect, or want, to hear in a place like this
  52. >"Twilight Sparkle! What on earth are you doing here!?"
  53. >You open one eye, dreading what you'll see
  54. >Your mom is standing ten feet away from you, staring at your dance routine in horror
  55. >And she's only wearing a bikini top and booty shorts
  56. "M-m-m-m-mama?"
  57. >Velvet just stares at you, beyond horrified
  58. >A second later, she realizes how much of her own body is exposed, and tries to cover more of her breasts with her hands
  59. >"Twilight! You know you shouldn't be in a place like this! This is a--"
  60. >You start freaking out, immediately curling into a little terrified ball at the base of the stripper pole
  61. >The biker chick from earlier just shakes her head, as if to say "not even touching this one," and leaves
  62. "I'm s-s-sorry mama! I promise I'm n-not like this! I'm r-r-r-really not! Please don't hate me, please d-don't hate me, please don't hate me..."
  63. >You start grabbing at your hair, trying to think of an explanation
  64. "I'm j-just trying to do research for m-my, uh.. .s-school project! On lesbian c-c-culture! And then I, uh... saw this p-pole and my, uh... s-shirt fell off..."
  65. >Nearly everyone in the bar is staring at you now
  66. "I'm j-just so lonely! Please don't h-hate me! I'm j-just... s-so lonely..."
  67. >You start to cry, in front of everyone
  68. >Velvet, for a moment, can only stare
  69. >And then her motherly instincts kick in
  70. >Not caring that she's just a forty-year-old woman dressed like a rave slut, she sprints to your side and wraps her arms around you in a warm, comforting hug
  71. >"Of course I don't hate you, Twily. I never would. Let's just... let's just get you out of here, okay?"
  72. >The moment her arms circle you, you lean into Velvet's embrace, trying really hard to stop from crying
  73. >You can't, but you feel yourself beginning to calm down as she pulls your body against hers
  74. >Since you're about a foot shorter than she is, your head ends up resting against her barely-covered breasts
  75. >She's so warm and soft; even if she's your mom, it feels indescribably good to have someone else touching you
  76. >Acting like they love you...
  77. >You nuzzle your face against her chest, wishing you could stay like this forever
  78. >Unfortunately you can't, because you're currently sitting in a weird family-issues heap in the middle of a lesbian nightclub
  79. >"Come on, sweetie. Let's go home."
  80. >Velvet takes ahold of your hand, helping you to stand
  81.  
  82. >Together, the two of you talk out of the club
  83. >You keep yourself pressed against her, finding warmth and security with your face on her chest
  84. >She leads you to her car, which is parked just outside the place
  85. "I'm s-s-so sorry..."
  86. >"You've got nothing to apologize for, sweetie."
  87. "W-what I did was g-g-gross... and w-wrong..."
  88. >"No!"
  89. >Velvet grips your hand, squeezing it
  90. >"There's nothing wrong with you. Here, let's..."
  91. >She sighs
  92. >"Let's go get ourselves some dinner and forget this happened, alright? I'll take you to that Hibachi place you love."
  93. >Kisses your forehead, and you feel your crying beginning to subside
  94. "O-okay," you sniffle
  95.  
  96. >But when you get into the car with your mom, a very obvious question starts to tickle the back of your mind
  97. >As Velvet pulls out of the club's parking lot and into the darkened Canterlot streets, you nudge her shoulder
  98. "Hey, m-m-mom?"
  99. >"What is it, sweetie?"
  100. >Her voice is gentle and motherly, but you can hear the slight tinge of nervousness coloring it
  101. >She knows what you're going to ask
  102. "Why were y-you there? And, um, w-why are you dressed like..."
  103. >Velvet blushes furiously, trying to turn herself in such a way that shields her skimpiness
  104. >"I, uh, well, you see, sweetie..."
  105. >She lifts a hand to her mouth, starting to chew her hails
  106. >On her wrist, she's got a bracelet that reads "Bad Bytch"
  107. >"I was, you know..."
  108. >Velvet sighs, and you notice that she's blinking back tears of her own
  109. >"I've been... lonely. Since the divorce with your father. I thought I'd try something different, and I liked it. A lot. I'm... sorry if that upsets you. I love you just as much as I ever have. I just... I was so lonely..."
  110. "I... I'm sorry, mom. I didn't know."
  111. >You curl up in the carseat, tucking your legs against your chest
  112. >She's been lonely too?
  113. >You sneak a glance at Velvet, your brain trying to process what you just heard
  114. >She's like you?
  115. >How much of what you've felt-- the confusion, the shame, and the guilt --has she been going through too?
  116. >Your eyes trail down her body, and you realize that her right hand is resting on her thigh while her left grips the wheel
  117. >With shaking fingers, you reach out and take ahold of that hand, squeezing it like you would when you were little
  118. >Velvet looks surprised, for a moment
  119. >Then she squeezes you back
  120. >"You know... how about we just go home, sweetie? How does that sound?
  121. >You nod
  122. "I'd l-like that."
  123.  
  124. >At some point, you must have dozed off
  125. >When you wake up, you're alone in the car
  126. >There's nothing around you except darkness, and the sound of something scratching at the roof of the car
  127. "H-hello? Who's there?"
  128. >"Onii-chan~"
  129. "What?"
  130. >"Oniiiiiii-chan~"
  131. >Something large, dark, and with too many legs skitters past the window
  132. >Immediately, cold sweat drenches the back of your neck
  133. "Please! W-who's there? I d-d-don't want any trouble!"
  134. >You try to scoot backwards in the car, but there's something behind you
  135. >No... multiple somethings
  136. >Dozens of chittering bodies press against you, scrabbling against your bare skin with their horrible feelers
  137. "N-no! Help! S-s-someone help!"
  138. >"Onii-chaaaan~"
  139. "NOOOO!"
  140.  
  141. >"Twilight!"
  142. >Velvet shakes you awake, staring at you with concern
  143. >You glance around wildly, your heart hammering in your chest
  144. "O-oh, I... I m-must have had a bad dream."
  145. >Velvet smiles at you, wiping sweat from your forehead
  146. >"Well, we're home now, sweetie. C'mere."
  147. >She hooks one arm under your legs and one under your shoulder, lifting you up into the air
  148. >The strain is evident on her face, but she bears your weight
  149. >"Just like when you were little. Remember?"
  150. "H-hah, yeah..."
  151. >You lay your head on her shoulder and let her carry you inside
  152.  
  153. >There's something cozy and safe about being in your own living room after such a chaotic day
  154. >And that feeling is intensified tenfold while your mom's holding you
  155. >As you curl into the warmth of her embrace, you wish you'd never have to leave
  156. >She runs her fingers through your hair, cooing to you in a way you haven't heard since you were five
  157. >"So? Whaddaya wanna do, sweetie?"
  158. "H-huh?"
  159. >"We've got the whole night to ourselves, now. Since, you know, neither of us have a date..."
  160. >She's blushing a little now
  161. >"We could have our own little date night, right? Just the two of us. If you want to, of course..."
  162. "Y-yeah! Definitely!"
  163. >You give Velvet a little squeeze
  164. "I, um... I've h-honestly kinda missed getting to spend time w-w-with you."
  165. >"Aww."
  166. >She kisses your forehead, and your entire face starts to tingle
  167. >"I've missed being with you too, sweetie. I'm really sorry we drifted apart."
  168. "N-no! It's not your fault at all! I w-w-was kinda of, um..."
  169. >You lay your chin on her shoulder, looking at the ground
  170. "I was k-kind of avoiding you. I thought if you found out t-that I'm... y-you know... that you'd be upset."
  171. >Velvet lays her hand on your side, gently rubbing along your body
  172. >"Upset? Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with the way you are. In fact... I'm kinda happy to hear it."
  173. "R-r-really?"
  174. >"Of course. It means I'm not alone anymore. It means we can... we can figure this out together."
  175. >In the darkness of your living room, you can see Velvet smiling as she holds back tears
  176. >"And besides, no matter how you are, I'll always love you."
  177. >She kisses you again, on the cheek this time
  178. >"No matter what."
  179. >For a moment, you can't think of anything to say
  180. >You feel breathless, and your head is swimming
  181. >She's being so nice to you...
  182. >You can't even remember the last time anyone was this loving towards you
  183. >When you try to speak, your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth
  184. "I, uh... y-you..."
  185. >"Hmm?"
  186. "Y-y-y-you want me to make dinner!? For our d-d-d-date! It c-can be a dinner date, I mean!"
  187. >Smooth
  188. >"You'd make dinner for me?"
  189. "I, uh... I c-c-can try..."
  190. >"That sounds great!"
  191. "C-c-cool. I'll j-just, um... s-stand up now..."
  192. >You plant one foot on the floor, then the other, and begin to pull yourself up
  193. >As you do, though, your hand trails across your mom's chest, pressing against it to balance yourself
  194. >Due to the skimpiness of her bikini top, you can feel all the warmth of her breasts seeping into your palm
  195. >Her skin is like silk against yours, and you swear you can feel little goosebumps along her curves
  196. >Velvet smiles, not seeming to mind that your practically groping her
  197. >"What'll you make?"
  198. "I, uh..."
  199. >Shit, that's a good question
  200. >The most complex thing you've ever cooked is a Hot Pocket
  201. "W-well, uh, I c-c-could..."
  202. >You glance over at the kitchen, wondering what might be over there
  203. "...uh..."
  204. >Quick, Twilight, think of a food you like
  205. "P-Pop Tarts! I could make P-Pop Tarts!"
  206. >Velvet just stares at you for a moment
  207. "I m-mean, uh..."
  208. >She throws her head back, laughing hysterically
  209. >"Pop-Tarts? That's our fancy dinner?"
  210. >You start to wring your hands
  211. "I, uh... I c-can do better! I'm sorry..."
  212. >"No! No, that's fine! Pop-Tarts are fine!"
  213. >Velvet clutches her stomach, laughing so hard she's crying
  214. >"There should be some in the pantry," she says, wiping tears from her face
  215. "O-okay..."
  216. >Velvet watches you walk into the kitchen, still clutching her abdomen as little giggle-fits rock her body
  217. >"Good Lord, Twilight... I love you so much."
  218. "I-I love you too! A l-lot!"
  219. >You make a little kissy-face at her, which makes Velvet giggle
  220. >She returns it, blowing you a kiss
  221. >Your heart flutters, and the place where she kissed you earlier still feels tingly and warm
  222. >Turning your back to her, you attempt a walk halfway between "sexy strut" and "excited skipping"
  223. >Unfortunately, the end result ends up making you look you're walking while trying to carry a water balloon between your butt cheeks
  224. >Your sock-clad foot slips on the kitchen tile, and you go spilling to the ground with a *smack*
  225. >"Twilight! Are you okay!?"
  226. >She jumps up from the couch, ready to rush in and help you
  227. "I'm f-fine! Just f-fell, heh..."
  228. >You stand up and brush yourself off
  229. >Your entire body is coursing with nervous energy, and not just from almost busting your ass
  230. >She cares about you so much!
  231.  
  232. >You hum a little tune to yourself as you return to the living room with a plate of freshly-toasted brown-cinnamon Pop Tarts
  233. >As you enter, you pause to flick off the lights, shrouding the room in darkness
  234. >"Twilight?"
  235. "I t-thought it might be more moody this way. Y-you know, for our d-d-date..."
  236. >Velvet chuckles
  237. >"That's my girl. So romantic~"
  238. >She crosses her legs, scooting to one side to make room for you on the couch
  239. >You place the plate of Pop Tarts on the table, then head over to the TV
  240. "You w-wanna watch something?"
  241. >"Sure! What're you feeling?"
  242. "W-well, uh..."
  243. >The palms of your hands are strangely sweaty, for some reason
  244. >But you know the perfect movie to throw on
  245. >It's one she used to show you all the time when you were a kid
  246. >And best yet, it's easily the best romance movie ever made
  247. >Sure, this date's with your mom, but...
  248. >It still feels right to put on something romantic, especially with what the two of you have been through lately
  249. >You reach into the DVD drawer beneath the TV set and pull out your old, battered copy of The Princess Bride
  250. >Velvet beams when she sees it
  251. >"Good choice, sweetie."
  252. "I k-know, right? It's b-been so long since we've seen this."
  253. >"It has, hasn't it?"
  254. >You slide the DVD into the player, then return to the couch to sit with your mom
  255. >She's left you an entire square of it to yourself, but you don't care
  256. >You sit right up against her, resting your head on her shoulder
  257. >Velvet smiles, and wraps her arm around you
  258. >You snuggle into her side, breathing in the clean, flowery scent of her perfume
  259. "I m-miss doing this..."
  260. >"Me too. I can't believe I haven't held my baby girl in so long."
  261. >She rests her head atop yours, nuzzling your chin
  262. >And then the movie starts
  263.  
  264. >From the first few minutes, and the first "as you wish," Velvet's eyes start getting misty
  265. >She sniffles a little, pulling you tighter against her
  266. >Neither of you say anything, but you're pretty sure what she's thinking
  267. >Mostly because you're thinking the same thing
  268. >You don't want to ever drift away from her again
  269. >In fact, if you could, you'd sit in this little embrace forever, with your head on her shoulder and the gentle rise and fall of her chest next next to yours
  270.  
  271. >Halfway through, you're starting to drift off
  272. >As much as you love this movie, you're just too damn comfy to fall asleep
  273. >Plus, the thought of falling asleep in Velvet's arms makes you so happy you could cry
  274. >Just as your eyes are starting to close, though, Velvet takes her arm from around you and starts to fidde with the straps of her bikini
  275. >When she notices she woke you up, she glances over at you
  276. >"Sorry, honey."
  277. >She slips a finger under both the bikini's cups, adjusting them
  278. >"This is just a... a little uncomfortable."
  279. >You sit up, awake now
  280. "Oh. S-sorry."
  281. >"Not your fault. I can't believe I thought this horrible getup would be a good idea."
  282. "I d-dunno, I think it l-l-looks really good on you."
  283. >You speak the line before you realize how weird it probably sounds
  284. >Velvet glances over at you, her face unreadable
  285. "I m-mean, you pull it off well! Because your b-b-body works really well for it."
  286. >That didn't make things any better
  287. "Just, y-you know, it makes you l-look really, uh... n-nice. Not like s-sexy or anything. Well to other people p-probably but, you know... j-just nice. You look nice."
  288. >You can feel your face burning with embarrassment now, so you just shut up
  289. >Velvet stares for a second more, then her face breaks out into a smile
  290. >"Awww. You really like this?"
  291. "Y-yeah! You look great!"
  292. >"You sure? I was a bit worried about it. But if my little girl likes it..."
  293. >She strikes a quick pose
  294. >"Then that's good enough for me!"
  295. "Y-yeah..."
  296. >You cross your legs, not sure what to do now
  297. >Velvet stares down at her bikini top, frowning
  298. >"Still... it's starting to chafe a bit..."
  299. "Oh, n-no! It's totally cool if you w-want to take it off! I'm j-just glad I got to see it, you know."
  300. >"You're sure in a flattering mood tonight," Velvet says with a bit of a cheeky smile
  301. "Yeah. I'm r-really happy."
  302. >You give her a nervous smile
  303. >She reaches over to touch your face, returning it
  304. >"Me too. Now, time to get out of this horrible thing..."
  305. >Velvet raises her hands to the bikini's ties
  306. >"Oh, wait, what am I thinking? All my things are upstairs. Bleh..."
  307. >She's about to stand, but stops
  308. >"I really don't feel like going upstairs. It, uh... it wouldn't be too awkward if I just took this off, would it, sweetie?"
  309. "J-just took it off?"
  310. >"Yeah, you're right. I don't want to gross you out--"
  311. "N-no!"
  312. >Your outburst seems to startle her
  313. "I m-mean, uh... it wouldn't gross me out. Your m-my mom. I don't have any problem s-s-seeing your body. It's r-r-really nice. N-not in that way, of c-course! Just, you know... you always look pretty and... it w-won't bother me!"
  314. >Velvet raises an eyebrow
  315. >"You're sure this isn't gross? Because if you want me too, I'll change."
  316. "It's n-not gross."
  317. >"Ha, alright."
  318. >In one quick motion, she unties her bikini and lets it fall away from her chest
  319. >Her breasts, free of their confines, flop down against her chest like two huge, smooth scoops of vanilla ice cream
  320. >You stare for a second, then tear your eyes away when you realize what you're doing
  321. >They're... they're so big
  322. >Like you know they would be, but... damn
  323. >You can't help but feel a little jealous, thinking of how your own barely qualify as A-cups
  324. >Velvet breathes a sigh of relief, stretching out on the couch
  325. >Which, of course, just makes them jiggle
  326. >"Good Lord, that feels good..."
  327. >You stare
  328. >Oh sweet sapphic gods, do you stare
  329. >Your cheeks are burning, and a sheen of sweat starts to form on your forehead
  330. >"Dear? You okay?"
  331. >Velvet raises her arms to cover herself
  332. >"Really, if I'm making you uncomfortable..."
  333. "N-not uncomfortable! Fine! I f-feel fine! Just... r-really nice tits... I m-mean, uh... n-n-nice that IT'S, uh... time for d-dessert? Y-yeah!"
  334. >You turn around to sprint in the kitchen, trying to get away from the conversation before you say something even stupider
  335. >Unfortunately, your balance hasn't improved at all since the last time you visited the kitchen
  336. >The second your foot meets the tile, you're going down
  337. >And going down hard
  338. >You land face-first, smacking the ground with so much force that the pots hanging above the stove rattle
  339. "O-ow..."
  340. >"Twilight!"
  341. >You hear the clack of your mom's shoes on the tile as she sprints into the kitchen
  342. "I'm f-fine... ow..."
  343. >You roll over onto your face, feeling a nice bruise welling up on your cheek
  344. >Velvet crouches next to you, scooping you up in her arms
  345. >"Are you okay, baby? What hurts?"
  346. "H-here..."
  347. >You gesture to the bruise on your cheek
  348. >"Awww... c'mere, sweety..."
  349. >She cradles you against her chest, her naked tits pressing up against your neck
  350. >Immediately, your heart-rate skyrockets
  351. >You're sweating like a dog now, and your tongue feels so thick that you can't form the words to thank her
  352. >Velvet strokes along your cheek, cooing into your ear
  353. >"You gonna be okay?"
  354. "Y-yeah... I... g-guh... s-so warm..."
  355. >You let her hold you for a few more seconds, wishing you could just melt into her embrace
  356. >But then she picks you up, helping you stand
  357. >And those wonderful, pillowy breasts are gone from you
  358. >For now, at least
  359. >You tear your eyes away from them before you start to stare again
  360. "S-some icecream. I'll g-get us some, uh... y-yeah..."
  361. >You slink over to the freezer, dishing out some icecream for the two of you
  362. >But before you head back into the living room with Velvet, you rub an ice cube over your face
  363. >It doesn't do much to cool you off, unfortunately
  364. "C-calm down, Twilight. That's your m-mom out there. S-s-stop trying to make things w-weird! It's not like that's the f-first time you've ever s-seen boobs..."
  365. >It is, actually
  366. >But if you don't lie to yourself, you'll start feeling like a loser and probably cry
  367.  
  368. >When you return to the living room, Velvet's curled up on the couch again
  369. >She has her shoes off now, with her bare feet propped up on the table
  370. >The only thing she's wearing now is her pair of booty shorts, which are barely more than a pair of panties made out of denim
  371. >You can even see the lacy hem of her underwear poking out around her waistband
  372. >"Uh... Twilight?"
  373. "Y-yeah, mom?"
  374. >"Any reason you're carrying half a dozen ice-cubes?"
  375. "N-no reason..."
  376. >You rub the handful across your forehead one last time, toss it aside, and sit next to her
  377. >Almost out of habit, she reaches her arm out and wraps it around your shoulders
  378. >You lean against her bare chest, resting your head on her shoulder
  379. >She hums contentedly, giving you a little squeeze
  380. >...
  381. >You're pretty sure you're about to have a heart attack
  382. >You're nearly the climax of the movie now; Wesley's paralyzed, but they're trying to drag him through the castle
  383. >Velvet has this whimsical, silly smile on her face
  384. >"I forgot just how much *fun* this movie is. Good choice, Twi."
  385. >She gives you a motherly little shake
  386. "Y-yeah..."
  387. >Your tongue feels too thick to speak, and you hope Velvet can't feel how hard your heart is pounding
  388. >Her naked breasts are barely two inches from your nose, looking male and milky in the dim light from the TV
  389. >You gulp, and slowly let your face start to slide down your chest
  390. >If you do it slowly enough, she'll just think you're getting sleepy, right?
  391. >Your cheek descends lower and lower down her body, until it reaches the smooth curve of the top of her right breast...
  392. >Velvet shifts underneath you, as she yawns, and your mouth ends up right on top of her nipple
  393. >"Ah~..."
  394. "S-sorry! Didn't mean to... a-ah... oh my g-god I'm s-so sorry..."
  395. >Velvet just laughs and pats you on the back
  396. >"Don't worry about it! C'mon, Twilight. You really think I'm bothered by you touching me?"
  397. "We... n-no... but..."
  398. >"C'mere. No reason to make this weird, baby girl."
  399. >She grabs you again, and pulls you into her lap
  400. >"Well... not any weirder than it already is, I guess."
  401. "Y-yeah..."
  402. >You try really, really hard not to stare at her tits
  403. >But you're unsuccessful; those soft vanilla-ice-cream scoops just won't let you look away
  404. >"What's up?"
  405. "N-nothing! Just... I w-wish I looked that good..."
  406. >"Aww. You're perfect just the way you are, sweetie! But I can understand being a little jealous~"
  407. >She wiggles her shoulders, letting her breasts jiggle in front of your face
  408. "W-whoa..."
  409. >"I know, right?"
  410. "They're a-amazing..."
  411. >You're fully aware of how perverted you're being, and you can feel the blush burning on your cheeks
  412. >But you can't stop yourself
  413. >They're right there, so perfectly, geometrically soft
  414. >Velvet curls her arms around you, pulling your face against her neck
  415. >"Heh. Don't sell yourself short, sweetie. You've got more than you give yourself credit for. I've walked in on you in the shower enough times to know, haven't I?"
  416. "H-heh... I should really l-learn to start locking d-d-doors..."
  417. >Somehow, even in all this weird, sexual insanity, Velvet's able to immediately calm you back down
  418. >You nuzzle your face into her, taking a deep breath of her perfume
  419. >It smells good in a way that transcends its flower fragrance
  420. >She smells safe
  421.  
  422. >The movie plays on, and your overwhelming sexual frustration begins to fade
  423. >Who cares if she's naked?
  424. >Or if she's irresistibly attractive, enough to make your barely-pubescent loins scream?
  425. >Ultimately, just being held like this is better than anything else
  426. >You snuggle up against her, letting out a happy little sigh
  427. >She coos in your ear, then rests her head on top of yours
  428. >Up on the screen, the movie is finally reaching its climax; together, Wesley and Buttercup ride into the sunset as the narrator's voice fades in
  429. >'Since the invention of kisses...'
  430. >Velvet reaches up to her face, wiping away a single tear
  431. >"It's so beautiful..."
  432. "Yeah..."
  433. >Velvet sniffles, and you're surprised to realize she's almost crying
  434. >"T-thank you for showing me this, Twiley. I think I needed it."
  435. >She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, sighing
  436. >"I wish I knew what it was like."
  437. "What w-w-what was like?"
  438. >"Oh, nothing. Just... it must be wonderful, you know. To have someone who cares about you like that. Who'll do anything for you."
  439. "Y-yeah..."
  440. >You curl into a little ball in your mom's lap
  441. "It's is p-pretty great."
  442. >"Oh? You have someone like that?"
  443. "Of c-course I do."
  444. >You lift your head, looking Velvet in the eye
  445. "It's y-you, mama."
  446. >Velvet just stares at you, stunned, tears brimming in her eyes
  447. >For a moment, the two of you can only watch each other, both of you wrapped in the other's embrace
  448. >And then the kiss happens
  449. >You're not sure who started it
  450. >But both of you wanted it
  451. >And so you find yourself with your mouth pressed against hers, her lips flushed and quivering under yours, and her cheeks stained wet from her tears
/Incest/ Twilight

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