*It's my first story here! Hope you enjoy. Just a simple way to an adult express his sexual thoughts, maybe making it in a way different than usual.*
*A reminder: English is not my native language. So there can have some mistakes on writing. Sorry for that.*
*Advice: This is a dramatic story for adults, based on sexual fantasies. I'm not suggesting you to do anything of this in person. All characters are 18 years old or older at the present moment of the story. Respect is always primal.*
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In the old days, it was a little bit cringe for a child being so sticky to the mother or father. But, nowdays, it seems to be changing...
Through the cold mountains of Bariloche, Argentina, the hot furnaces of a chocolate enterprise warms the regional economy for decades, and benefits the families within the city.
The Augustin family runs the company funded by the great-grandfather with tradition and happiness, giving support for so many workers that tries to escape the hard weather, far below the Ecuador Line.
Being commanded today by Francis Augustin, the company has to dodge the financial problems caused by the recent economic crisis that the country faced, getting closer to hyperinflation.
Also hard days for LucÃa, Francis's wife, who encountered difficulties to keep paying the studies of her only child, Clarita, a cute student that just started the adult life.
The aroma of freshly roasted cacao beans wafted through the cobblestone streets, mingling with the crisp mountain air and the laughter of children playing outside.
Inside the factory walls, the industrious hum of machines and the steady rhythm of workers' footsteps echoed the heartbeat of the town and molded it's spirit. Yet, beyond the facade of the thriving business, the Augustin household faced their own trials.
LucÃa had always been a pillar of strength, her love and care not only nurturing their daughter Clarita, but also the souls of those who sought refuge in their warm embrace. Now, as Clarita approached adulthood, the bond between mother and daughter grew stronger, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world outside.
Their days together were filled with laughter and lessons, as LucÃa imparted her wisdom on cooking, art, and the nuances of growing up. The kitchen, once a place of solace for the family, now buzzed with the anticipation of Clarita's future endeavors as she pursued her passion for acting.
Her mother's approval was paramount, a beacon of light guiding her through the tumultuous seas of doubt and inexperience.
Yet, as Clarita's star began to rise, the shadows of the past seemed to loom larger, threatening to cast a chill over their blossoming relationship.
Clarita didn't came so prepared for the 18th year of life, considering the many doubts generated by the puberty and mental growth. Her older stepbrother, Flacco, Francis's son from another marriage, was too busy traveling the world, achieving his own knowledge about life.
The luck was to have the support of her gracious mother. On the 53th year of life, LucÃa started to be young again, renewing the votes with her husband, and watching her beloved Clarita growing so healthy.
As her talents in the acting school went showing to be stronger, she became really popular, collecting friends and high performances. But the approval of her mother was the first objective.
LucÃa and Clarita never had such great problems on their relationship. It's was a dream of LucÃa's life to have a daughter, and create her strong to the world.
She wandered how beautiful is the charity and experiences shared between a mother and her daughter, and wanted so hard to live this life, to have a girl of her own. Imagine, how could be to have on your side someone made by you, your material and blood, from the bottom of your essence...
As a good mother to be, LucÃa kept on her mind that the life on maternity was a sacred duty, because she was generating a new heart, an extension of her guts; above all: like the "breath of God".
When she married with Francis, LucÃa never asked a place on the Augustin Company. With the death of her father-in-law, she got closer to the headmaster post, by Francis being the successor. But none of that cared, not when she discovered the pregnancy.
For LucÃa, the enterprise issues were more than a pain in the ass, but like a death sentence. She understood the emptiness her husband leaves when going to work every day by morning 'till night, but she hated to be alone in a house that had nothing but luxury and abusive traditions.
Observing the social life of her daughter, LucÃa questioned the presence of so many people. Was that because of talent, money, possessions?
It didn't mattered so much, next to another thing. Clarita seemed to prefer more the presence of her mother than her friends. A good thing by one side, since the secrets can be treated with a better person, like her mother. But, it's a thing of her age to spend more time with friends, and parties with a group, getting home later from school.
- "Sometimes I wonder if you didn't grew up some more."
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LucÃa commented with Clarita.
- "Why are saying this, mamá?"
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The daughter questioned.
- "Because, your many friends are giving a huge party, and you choose to stay home and cook cakes with me."
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LucÃa mocked, but seriously.
That really happened, at this day, during the birthday of a girlfriend, Clarita thought that would be funnier to be with her mother.
- "There's anything wrong at it."
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Clarita justified.
- "Mi amor... You are a grown woman now. It's time to explore the world, know more people. Choosing to be sticky on me like that, on this hot cocina... seems like you want to get back to my womb."
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LucÃa freely argued.
- "That's not a bad idea."
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Clarita reacted by joking.
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- "Would be better than... I don't know... Maybe get frustrated with someone."
- "Is there anything happening with you, babe?"
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The mother got worried, stop working on the cake to pay attention.
- "Nothing. Just... Just some worries about the adult life. I didn't got really prepared."
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She let her sincerity make the first step.
- "None of us did, darling. It's already difficult to be a woman in a world like this."
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LucÃa answered, making Clarita get comfy in her hug.
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- "But, in times like these, it's important to have good hand to hang us on."
- "That's why I like to be with you."
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Clarita replied.
- "Or, you can have your girlfriends; other women like you, with problems like yours."
- "But you are who knows me better, mamá."
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The daughter answered back.
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- "And I wanted to have a time with you."
- "I understand, mi vida. But this friends party can be good for you. How long is since it started?"
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LucÃa asked.
- "A hour ago, I think."
- "So..."
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LucÃa thought a little.
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- "Tomorrow we can taste this cake, and a hot chocolate recipe that you father asked us to approve. He will be out at night, so I don't want do be alone here, since it's saturday. We can have a spá night. What do you think?"
When Clarita heard about the chocolate, one of her greatest passions, her legs started dancing with excitement.
Aside of the idea of a spá night with her mother, she already bought the plan like a obedient child.
- "I would love to, mamá!"
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Clarita answered, hugging her mother and giving a kiss in her cheek.
- "FIRST! You go to that party today. Be with your friends."
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LucÃa made clear in her mind.
- "Si, señora."
Clarita decided to take her mother's advice to heart. She knew her mother was right, it was time to explore the world beyond their cozy kitchen.
So, she got dressed and went to her friend's party, promising to return before it got too late.
The party was in full swing, a cacophony of music, laughter, and chatter that filled the room. Clarita felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as she mingled with her peers, each one dressed in their flashiest outfits, eager to impress.
Despite her initial reservations, she found herself drawn into the carefree atmosphere, sharing stories, and dancing the night away.
As the evening grew darker, she realized that she had forgotten the time. With a pang of guilt, she glanced at her phone, noticing it was already past the curfew her mother had set.
She decided to call LucÃa to explain, expecting the worst. To her surprise, her mother's voice was filled with warmth and understanding.
- "Mamá, I'm so sorry, I lost track of time."
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Clarita spoke into the phone, her voice tinged with worry.
- "Don't worry, corazón,"
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LucÃa reassured her.
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- "Just be safe and come home when you're ready. I trust you."
Clarita's heart swelled with gratitude for her mother's unconditional love and support. She knew that she could always rely on her mother to be the steady anchor in the stormy seas of life.
As the partygoers grew more boisterous, Clarita found herself looking forward to the quiet mornings she would share with LucÃa, recounting tales of her adventures, and learning from the wisdom that only a mother could impart.
The chocolate empire of Bariloche might face challenges, but in the Augustin household, the love between a mother and daughter remained as steadfast as the mountains that cradled their city.
Getting home, Clarita saw her mother sleeping on the couch. LucÃa was probably waiting for her.
Clarita likes to have a little particular time to admire her mother's beauty. LucÃa's long black hair was tied, but it seems completely wonderful when all thrown by the shoulders and back.
Since childhood, Clarita wanted to have a body like her mother's. The silhouette she always saw reflected on the dresses that LucÃa wear constructed the ideal form of body inside Clarita's mind.
Clarita tiptoed into the room, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. She took in the sight of her mother, peacefully sleeping on the couch, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and felt a warmth spread through her chest.
The flickering light from the kitchen cast a soft glow on LucÃa's face, highlighting the lines that time had drawn from her eyes and the corners of her mouth, lines that spoke of love and sacrifice, of a life well-lived.
Clarita gently kissed her mother's forehead, her heart swelling with love and admiration. Her lips craved the mark of her red lipstick on LucÃa's soft skin.
- "Good night, mamá."
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Clarita whispered and went to sleep.
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The following morning, the aroma of hot chocolate and fresh pastries filled the house as Clarita and LucÃa prepared for their spa night.
The air was charged with the sweet anticipation of quality time together, a stark contrast to the previous night's festivities.
Through the evening, they took a time to clean the living room and kitchen. LucÃa put a happy music to play.
As they worked side by side, Clarita couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in her mother's demeanor.
There was a new spark in her eyes, a lightness in her step that seemed to have been rekindled by the promise of a night dedicated to just the two of them.
They chatted about the party, Clarita sharing tales of her newfound independence, while LucÃa listened intently, her eyes never straying from her daughter's face.
The warmth of their bond grew stronger with every giggle and shared glance. Once the house was spotless, they retreated to the dimly lit bathroom, where they had set up a makeshift spa retreat.
The air was thick with the scent of lavender and vanilla, and the sound of running water filled the room while preparing a hot bath.
As they donned their bathrobes and slippers, they exchanged knowing smiles, each appreciating the others' company more deeply than ever.
They spent hours pampering each other, sharing secrets, and discussing the future, the warmth of their love as comforting as the cocoa they savored.
The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, as the mother-daughter duo reveled in their bond, unbroken by the challenges of growing up or the worries of the outside world.
In that moment, the Augustin household was a bastion of warmth and support, a testament to the unshakeable connection that had grown stronger through the years.
- "Are you satisfied now? There's no party with friends, so you can spend the night with tu mamá."
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LucÃa said, lighting the last candles.
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- "It had to happen, amor. You just need to be more patient."
