*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 Lucía, 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.
Lucía 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 Lucía 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, Lucía 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.
Lucía and Clarita never had such great problems on their relationship. It's was a dream of Lucía'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, Lucía 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, Lucía 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 Lucía, 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, Lucía 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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Lucía 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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Lucía 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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Lucía 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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Lucía 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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Lucía asked.
- "A hour ago, I think."
- "So..."
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Lucía 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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Lucía 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.
