[When Camilla first found out she was with child, she swore to give that child all the love she hadn't gotten as a child. However, life got in the way. Due to a few rough years with Laslow's dance company, she needed to keep up her own job creating designer wedding dresses. She loved her job but her heart ached of the idea of cute little Soleil being raised by the nanny.]
[When her cute, tiny, pure Soleil told her as a child, "I'm going to marry Miss Felicia!" well, then, that was enough of that. There was still so little time between them, though. Really, it was the best idea to have Soleil attend a boarding school so that both parents could work most of the year and then put their utmost effort into when she came home.]
[Except for now that Camilla was shifting into a company format which meant she had much more free time. The letter telling Soleil she could come home for good after this semester was filled with so many excited scribbled hearts that it was hard to believe a grown career-woman wrote it.]
[And things were blissful when she got back! Well, at least for the first month or so. Then, Laslow had to go on another tour. The more time off also meant she got more lonely when he was gone. At least her darling daughter was here. She'd clearly gained Camilla's good-looks and Laslow's propensity for flirting. She was so perfect and Camilla had missed so much time with her, and for what? Nothing that really mattered.]
[So, she needed to make up for it! Even if some of the things she suggested seemed... inappropriate, at Soleil's current age.]
Sweetie! [Camilla peers her head into her daughter's room. Oh, that felt so good to think! It was really Soleil's room, now, not just a place she stayed for a week or so.] Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight? [She was all ready for bed which, for her, meant a barely-there negligee. After all, they were family, no reason to be self-conscious.]
[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.]
[The lingerie doesn't help along with the fact her mother is currently a lonely housewife. Whether it's purposefully or not lies up for debate. The same could be said for the fact her poor, sweet, darling Soleil couldn't really find a girlfriend in town. It may or may not be involved with how scary Camilla could be while still outwardly smiling.]
Oh, do I need to have a bad dream to want to sleep with my baby? [Maybe she just wanted to! It's so hard to fall asleep without someone to snuggle and who better to snuggle?]
We have so much time to make up for, Soleil. [... even if her nightclothes weren't as cute. They did suit her, though. Maybe later they could get a matching mother-daughter pair. Either way, she holds out her arm, as if the walk from Soleil's room to her parents' was so long and arduous that they must link arms.]
[If it wasn't over-stimulating hugs, it was clinging onto Soleil's arm, which brushed those breasts against her anyways.]
[Oh, jeez. It is impossible for Soleil to tune out the feeling of breasts against her arm, especially in this state. Her affinity for big tits is not helping. Still, struggle as she might, she continues to do her best to ignore the fact the most attractive woman she has ever seen happens to be on her arm, all because said woman happens to be her mother.
Her willpower is only enough to keep her arousal from becoming visible, but only barely. A pair of boxers won't be doing much to conceal it.]
I'm not sure how much we can make up for while sleeping, Mom.
[Her mother is acting...actually, this is fairly normal, but Soleil is suspicious nonetheless. Still, walking down the hall with a woman on her arm strokes her machismo. This is the kind of thing she should be doing while Father is away, right? Taking his place so Mother is okay?]
Don't worry, though. I'll be here to keep you company. You won't have any bad dreams on my watch.
[She had been lonely when Laslow went out on tours before. She usually threw herself into her work or hosting elaborate social parties. That was slowed down, though, by her new position. She'd wanted that extra time to dote on her daughter but now with her daughter the only one to focus on...]
[Well, she felt that loneliness a little more sharply.]
We'll make up for whatever we can. You've gotten so big and gallant, Soleil. [Whether the "big" had anything to do with the building pressure in her boxers or not was anyone's guess.]
I feel guilty for missing so much of the time when you were just my sweet little girl... [Another squeeze with a heavy sigh, making that chest heave up and down. The last thing she wanted to be was a failure of a mother. Soleil was a lovely young woman but she wondered how much of that was actually hers. It's possible she just became a lovely woman on her own. If that were the case, what could she do to make sure she was taking care of Soleil properly?]
You'd probably have a right to hate me and I don't want that, darling, I really don't... [She wanted Soleil to love her so badly, just as much as she loved her. It was a different type of love than she had for her husband but just as strong.]
[Oh, jeez. She chalks it up to a coincidence, but hearing a woman tell her how big she is isn't helping things.]
Mom, what? No way.
[Soleil gives her mother a baffled look. She would think it was a bad joke if not for the look on the woman's face.]
I don't hate you one bit. I've got the coolest, most beautiful, nicest mother in the world. Why would I hever hate you, silly?
[Sure, Soleil has been sad and frustrated on more than one occasion due to having to be away from her parents, but not once has she felt anything like hate towards either of them. Her puppycrush on her mother would never allow that.]
I'll make up for everything. I promise. Whatever it necessary to bring a smile to that pretty face, heehee.
[Yeah, anything. Not that her mind is coming up with any ideas in particular, but for the sake of making her mother happy, she totally thinks she is willing to go through with anything. ]
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[When her cute, tiny, pure Soleil told her as a child, "I'm going to marry Miss Felicia!" well, then, that was enough of that. There was still so little time between them, though. Really, it was the best idea to have Soleil attend a boarding school so that both parents could work most of the year and then put their utmost effort into when she came home.]
[Except for now that Camilla was shifting into a company format which meant she had much more free time. The letter telling Soleil she could come home for good after this semester was filled with so many excited scribbled hearts that it was hard to believe a grown career-woman wrote it.]
[And things were blissful when she got back! Well, at least for the first month or so. Then, Laslow had to go on another tour. The more time off also meant she got more lonely when he was gone. At least her darling daughter was here. She'd clearly gained Camilla's good-looks and Laslow's propensity for flirting. She was so perfect and Camilla had missed so much time with her, and for what? Nothing that really mattered.]
[So, she needed to make up for it! Even if some of the things she suggested seemed... inappropriate, at Soleil's current age.]
Sweetie! [Camilla peers her head into her daughter's room. Oh, that felt so good to think! It was really Soleil's room, now, not just a place she stayed for a week or so.] Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight? [She was all ready for bed which, for her, meant a barely-there negligee. After all, they were family, no reason to be self-conscious.]
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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.]
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Oh, do I need to have a bad dream to want to sleep with my baby? [Maybe she just wanted to! It's so hard to fall asleep without someone to snuggle and who better to snuggle?]
We have so much time to make up for, Soleil. [... even if her nightclothes weren't as cute. They did suit her, though. Maybe later they could get a matching mother-daughter pair. Either way, she holds out her arm, as if the walk from Soleil's room to her parents' was so long and arduous that they must link arms.]
[If it wasn't over-stimulating hugs, it was clinging onto Soleil's arm, which brushed those breasts against her anyways.]
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Her willpower is only enough to keep her arousal from becoming visible, but only barely. A pair of boxers won't be doing much to conceal it.]
I'm not sure how much we can make up for while sleeping, Mom.
[Her mother is acting...actually, this is fairly normal, but Soleil is suspicious nonetheless. Still, walking down the hall with a woman on her arm strokes her machismo. This is the kind of thing she should be doing while Father is away, right? Taking his place so Mother is okay?]
Don't worry, though. I'll be here to keep you company. You won't have any bad dreams on my watch.
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[Well, she felt that loneliness a little more sharply.]
We'll make up for whatever we can. You've gotten so big and gallant, Soleil. [Whether the "big" had anything to do with the building pressure in her boxers or not was anyone's guess.]
I feel guilty for missing so much of the time when you were just my sweet little girl... [Another squeeze with a heavy sigh, making that chest heave up and down. The last thing she wanted to be was a failure of a mother. Soleil was a lovely young woman but she wondered how much of that was actually hers. It's possible she just became a lovely woman on her own. If that were the case, what could she do to make sure she was taking care of Soleil properly?]
You'd probably have a right to hate me and I don't want that, darling, I really don't... [She wanted Soleil to love her so badly, just as much as she loved her. It was a different type of love than she had for her husband but just as strong.]
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Mom, what? No way.
[Soleil gives her mother a baffled look. She would think it was a bad joke if not for the look on the woman's face.]
I don't hate you one bit. I've got the coolest, most beautiful, nicest mother in the world. Why would I hever hate you, silly?
[Sure, Soleil has been sad and frustrated on more than one occasion due to having to be away from her parents, but not once has she felt anything like hate towards either of them. Her puppycrush on her mother would never allow that.]
I'll make up for everything. I promise. Whatever it necessary to bring a smile to that pretty face, heehee.
[Yeah, anything. Not that her mind is coming up with any ideas in particular, but for the sake of making her mother happy, she totally thinks she is willing to go through with anything. ]