Maria and her Mom
Dinkleberry
Maison d'édition: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Synopsis
Being a girl is awesome! As women, we’re allowed to display our emotions. We can express our feelings by joyously hugging our girlfriends. Spontaneously, we can kiss our best friend to show our happiness of being with them. When a daughter loves her mother completely, she can hug, kiss, and physically bond with her. Mother and daughter can display their love many ways. Yes, being a girl is awesome! ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “What’s up, Mom?” She turned toward me and smiled, showing her small white teeth. It was another beautiful warm day. Being Wednesday, she had no classes today and I was off from work. A few months ago, I began to work a ‘flex-shift.’ Rather than five 8-hour days, I worked four 10-hour days, which allowed me to enjoy a midweek break. It was especially nice since this school semester Maria only had class on Tuesday and Thursday, allowing us to be together and alone. “Are you fully comfortable with your body?” I asked my younger, better me. Quizzened, she looked at me. She wondered, “Why do you ask?” “I just want to make sure everything is alright with my Baby Girl,” I comforted. Baby Girl was a nickname I gave her when she was a little girl; and Maria refused to let me give up. Whereas other children outgrow their baby-name, Maria embraced hers and grew into becoming my Baby Girl. She got up from her deckchair. Taking the couple of steps needed, she came over me and sat on my lap. She wrapped an arm behind my neck and leaned her head against mine. With her cheek against mine, I couldn’t help but notice the sweet smell of her perspiration. “What’s up Mom? What are you really thinking?” she sagely wondered. I wrapped an arm around her petite hips and shifted her little butt so she sat on my thighs more comfortably. Merrily perched on her mom’s lap like a contented kitten, my Baby Girl snuggled up closer to me. I loved the fact Maria never outgrew being physically affectionate with her mom. As kids, her sister and brother learned to resent their mother giving them hugs and kisses. After a while, they began to fuss if I even reached over to adjust their clothes or fix their hair. Yet Maria continued to enjoy getting a hug or kiss from her mom, even in front of her friends! She would even sometimes lovingly demand, “Where’s my hug and kiss?” Girlfriends, we loved doing all the girlie stuff together. We often did each other’s hair and nails. I knew she enjoyed “putting on her mom’s face,” and since she did a better job than I could, I always appreciated when she did my makeup. When she did her mom’s hair, I sat there and indulged enjoying her attentions. Her hair was so similar to my own that when I brushed out her long, soft mane I found it as soothing as if brushing my own. “I was just thinking about when I was young and when I… umm… umm, when I developed. I know it’s hard to believe I was once your age…” I joked. “Oh, give me a break,” Maria interrupted and rolled her eyes. “If people didn’t know, they’d think you were my sister before Mercy. Are you fishing for a compliment? You know you’re too young to be a cougar and too hot to be a MILF. So, there,” and the impetuous brat blew me a raspberry. I laughed at Baby Girl sticking her tongue out at her mom; and tried to refocus my thoughts away from it.
Disponible depuis: 11/01/2023.
Longueur d'impression: 44 pages.
