[Growing up in a boarding school was frustrating for Soleil. There were the standard reasons that many of the other children complained about--being away from the family, mainly--which was certainly the case for Soleil, but there was one key factor that made her experience unique. Even before puberty she clearly had an affinity towards girls and now that her hormones were raging and she was in the prime of her life, that only became more clear, which meant being around so many cute girls day in and day out was overwhelming.
She had always had a crush on her mother. Her obvious fits of jealousy towards her father was evidence of that. Daughter or not, anyone with eyes could see Camilla was gorgeous. So, Soleil occasionally entertained lingering thoughts about her mother--inappropriate ones that she blamed on being around cute girls day in and day out only to suddenly be around one girl, period. The fact that one girl was her mother was irrelevant to a constantly stimulated and horny teenager.
When Soleil learned she would be returning home for good, she assumed those inappropriate thoughts would stop. After all, she may lack shame, but she had just enough shame to know she shouldn't be thinking about her mother like that. To Soleil's frustration--sexually and otherwise--things only got worse the more time she spent at home. Being as hormonal and horny as she was, her body decided the best course of action would be to focus on the only woman around her now--even if that woman was her mother. Sparing lingering glances at her mother's figure, her mother's face popping up at inappropriate times, finding herself stimulated by simple hugs and kisses--Soleil really needed to find a way to vent, fast, but she was not having luck finding girls back home.
So, tonight, Soleil's plan is to work through...her issues and get right to bed, a plan that is foiled the moment her mother comes into her room. Soleil lets out a sigh of relief; if her mother had come only minutes later, it would have been much more embarrassing. Still, she keeps her cool--she is used to her mother walking in like this.]
--Mom? Seriously?
[Even though it has only been making her frustrations worse, Soleil has enjoyed her father being away so she could be, in a way, the man of the house, getting all of Mother's attention and helping take care of her and everything.
This may be her mother she is looking at, but she has fantasized about enough lonely housewives for her first thought to be inappropriate and immediately shoved out of mind. The lingerie does not help.]
Ah, jeez. Don't tell me you had a bad dream, heehee. Okay, okay. I'm coming.
[She regrets that. She is not getting any sleep if it means spending the night horny and in no position to deal with it. Still, she cannot say no to her mother. She slides out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers and a white t-shirt, and walks over while doing her best to keep eye contact.]
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She had always had a crush on her mother. Her obvious fits of jealousy towards her father was evidence of that. Daughter or not, anyone with eyes could see Camilla was gorgeous. So, Soleil occasionally entertained lingering thoughts about her mother--inappropriate ones that she blamed on being around cute girls day in and day out only to suddenly be around one girl, period. The fact that one girl was her mother was irrelevant to a constantly stimulated and horny teenager.
When Soleil learned she would be returning home for good, she assumed those inappropriate thoughts would stop. After all, she may lack shame, but she had just enough shame to know she shouldn't be thinking about her mother like that. To Soleil's frustration--sexually and otherwise--things only got worse the more time she spent at home. Being as hormonal and horny as she was, her body decided the best course of action would be to focus on the only woman around her now--even if that woman was her mother. Sparing lingering glances at her mother's figure, her mother's face popping up at inappropriate times, finding herself stimulated by simple hugs and kisses--Soleil really needed to find a way to vent, fast, but she was not having luck finding girls back home.
So, tonight, Soleil's plan is to work through...her issues and get right to bed, a plan that is foiled the moment her mother comes into her room. Soleil lets out a sigh of relief; if her mother had come only minutes later, it would have been much more embarrassing. Still, she keeps her cool--she is used to her mother walking in like this.]
--Mom? Seriously?
[Even though it has only been making her frustrations worse, Soleil has enjoyed her father being away so she could be, in a way, the man of the house, getting all of Mother's attention and helping take care of her and everything.
This may be her mother she is looking at, but she has fantasized about enough lonely housewives for her first thought to be inappropriate and immediately shoved out of mind. The lingerie does not help.]
Ah, jeez. Don't tell me you had a bad dream, heehee. Okay, okay. I'm coming.
[She regrets that. She is not getting any sleep if it means spending the night horny and in no position to deal with it. Still, she cannot say no to her mother. She slides out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers and a white t-shirt, and walks over while doing her best to keep eye contact.]