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Another lazy lazy day in war torn Etheria. Well princesses couldn’t do something all the time after all.
Unfortunately Glimmer didn’t do enough. She did get a trifle board at times. The things she would eventually hear about the comparative weight of the head that wear the crown and the loneliness of the part who’s Z coordinate lie in the statistically high range being devoid of meaningful human generated social contact would ring uncomfortably true.
Bow was a great friend but one man just couldn’t make up for the lack of anyone else. No matter how much she tired.
So like any lucky girl would do she turned to her mother.
Wonderful majestic Queen Angella. Always had time for her daughter. Time enough to take her on so called “dates”. Just another word for activities of course but fun none the less.
It started out a onetime thing and steadily grew into an occasional thing and then a frequent thing. They both enjoyed it why not?
At first it was a lot of sightseeing. Glimmer could teleport. Anything or anywhere was fun with friends. But soon enough it became much, friendlier. Literally as they become friends over their outings. Their conversations grew more personal than normal between a parent and child.
“What was dad like?” Being a normal question for someone in Glimmer’s position to ask.
The answer not usually straying so close to describing her sex life however. That weird accidental conversation was how the queen learned that her beautiful pure daughter was thinking about sex.
Unflinching normal thing for her to think about and desire. Not being asexual. Apparently.
As any parent a part of her wanted to destroy the world, peculiarly posable in her case, rather than let her engage in the activity solely reasonable for her existence.
Lucky for all involved she wasn’t that crazy. But she still didn’t necessarily want to encourage it! It wasn’t fair! Clearly she had instantaneously left childhood and not engaged in the continuous slow inexorable process of change called “growing up”.
Of course after she took a few deep breathes and tamped down the incredible rage fear she was feeling she explained her very edited and redacted safe for education views on sex.
Glimmer found them less than mind blowing. Yet endearing in a parental sort of way. She knew the mechanics of the act well enough. The castle had a big library. Clinical text descriptions didn’t have that certain genasaqua though. And touching herself, while orgasmicly pleasurable, emotionally hallow. After night after night she found the physical starting to lack a fair bit. As some of the books said. The most important part not being the nerves but where they connected back to. Her brain.
Over further “dates” with her mother the topic gnawed at her. Wasn’t fun to keep experiences or thoughts bottled up, and now that they had pierced the vail on subject forbidden. It could never truly be closed again. So she threw caution to the wind and embraced talking to her mother about something it was weird to talk to her mother about. Only other girl she knew anyway. Besides Castaspella. And that was. Well. Worse.
Angella eventually loosed up a bit. Realizing from this just how lonely Glimmer had become. If this was what she wanted to talk about than fine. Better that she get information from someone than trying to figure it out herself. And the right information by gods!
So they “dated” and talked much less like mother and daughter, less like friends even and more like. Dates. Prudish dates. They haven’t even kissed yet. Only held hands. But dates.
In addition to being emotionally closer they had grown physically closer. When they sat together they sat closer. Laid on each other a little more. One time Glimmer even sat on her lap. That was a mix of a few emotions. A few of them coming from realizing just how her mother, smelled. Good. She smelled good. Her heart fluttered an uncomfortable amount taking that breath. She felt a little outside herself. Exceeded her limits. Bitten off more than she could chew. A little lightheaded maybe. All of that compounded by Angella’s arms around her waist.
That night interest in masturbation was sharply renewed. Although as she laid down in bed and closed her eyes an image flashed through her mind. The smile of her darling queen.
It interrupted her session. She tired to force it out of her mind. All the while her hand didn’t come away from herself. Sure enough she got back to thinking about what she usually did. But not for long. There it was again. That beautiful voice. Long flowing hair. Curved. Voluptuous body. What might she look like with her clothes off? The skin on her hands was so soft. What about the insides of her thighs? What would her lips taste like?
Why did the thought of tasting her mother’s saliva make her legs cramp in plesure and her sheets wet as rain? The most brain frying cum she ever had and it was while imagining kissing her mother. What the fuck was wrong with her?
She tried to ignore it. Tired to put it out her mind. Tried to return her relationship with her mother to normal. Distant. A little reserved. A little less personal.
Angella seemed almost disappointed. She was enjoying her daughter dates. But she could understand needing some time away from her parents. So she backed off. Glimmer tried to live that way. Oh so desperately.
But every time she laid down to go to sleep, the same thought stuck her. Her mom is hot. Just thinking about thinking about her while she fingered herself made her wet. With such a potent thought roaming around her head how could she resist thinking about it?
A beautiful drug in her own head. How could she resist that? How could she not take hits of it?
Occasionally.
Then frequently.
Then every night.
She looked forward to her phantasy. Every night she thought up another scenario that always ended the same. Her and her mother in bed. She couldn’t help it. It was the only thing she wanted to cum to anymore. Sometimes she tried other things. Occasionally she swore to herself that she’d never think about it again. Then a few days later it was back to what worked. Every time.
Then she stopped caring. It was all in. On top of that she thought of a dirtier thought. Something more than thinking. Doing. She could go on daughter dates again.
It started back just as if left. Angella didn’t think anything of it. Sometimes you’ve just gotta let kids be. Glimmer was cappple she’d figure it out. Holding her daughters hand felt no different than before.
Not for Glimmer. The warmth of her mom’s soft hand spinning her head dizzy. The thought of those fingers slipping into the space between her skin and her waist band. Her lips pressing to hers. She hopped her mother wouldn’t question why she was blushing and unable to walk straight.
Every night her fantasies would have new fuel. She’d sit in her bed thinking about laying with her mother on a blanket watching the clouds. Until Angella turned over with a look in her eye. A look that parted Glimmer’s legs and sapped her of her breath.
And only the next day going on a real picnic with her mother. Just to try and make her fantasy come the closest to true it could be.
It wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough. Even just seeing her mother every day made her hotter than she could bare.
She had to go for broke. She had to say fuck it. She just had to solve this crisis. If she said no shed just die right there. But it was alright. If the answer was anything but yes her life wouldn’t mean much.
She coked up the most romantic day she could come up with. Every location around Etheria that ever meant anything to her, food from the best in the most flawless vistas around, searches for hidden gifts. All curtsy of her powers.
She wanted to confess under the moons. Maybe with music. But she knew her mouther wouldn’t want to do anything in public. At the end of the night she grabbed Angella’s hand and whisked her away to her bed.
Angella looked confused for a moment. Seeing both her and her daughter knelling on her bed.
Glimmer was determined. She straightened her back and took a deep breath. She was going to do this.
“Mom. I want this to end like a real date.”
“What?” The confusion and the previous joy and everything she had felt throughout the day dropped off her face for dead blank stare.
“I want to kiss you.”
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It held like that for a long time. A long time.
They just looked at each other. Cramps developing in their legs.
“Glimmer. I. I don’t. I don’t know.”
“I love you!”
“Well I do too but. Today. It’s. You’ve been. Weird.”
“Of course I have! We’re weird! Being a princess is weird! Fighting the horde is weird! Being able to teleport is weird! Why is this so bad?! Just kiss me!”
Angella didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to rebuke a cry for help from her child. Even if it was. This.
And she had a point. No matter how they tried to dress it up their life was hell. At constant war. So close to death. The alliance with the other princess in tatters. Missing her father. With everything she had to do. Would this really be so bad? Could she forgive herself? Would she need to? Maybe.
Maybe she could just.
She leaned into Glimmer who didn’t hesitate to lean back.
It was hard for Angella to process what she was feeling. She hadn’t bene this intimate since her someone died. She hadn’t even thought about it. But now. Sharing a disproportionately passionate kiss with someone who loved her. Who she loved. Her daughter.
It didn’t feel bad. The physical sensation. Of course it felt nice. Such a tender action. Such a. Stimulating action.
Glimmer however had been literally dreaming of this for weeks. Better than she ever thought. She had worried about having to hold herself back. Trying to control the urge to stick her toung down her mouth. Or jump onto her lap. But in the moment. In this everlasting flash she was just so overwhelmed it didn’t matter. She couldn’t ruin this. It was too good.
From there on out they changed. As people they changed. So too did their relationship.
They stayed up far into the morning talking that night. Physically very close.