Emily: Forbidden (Ch 1)
I remember when it first started to dawn on me how much I was attracted to Emily.
I was younger. But slowly, simple looks became longer glances with something I couldn't quite understand at the time. There was an unease to it, but a feeling I became unable to keep under control. It was never anything I felt was noticeable to her or anyone else around. That point I definitely kept in check. But when her back was turned, or she happened to just innocently walk by, I'd take that chance, just for a peak. Just for that glance at beauty.
And beautiful she was. Statuesque. Tall, carrying herself in a way that was confident and with grace. But there was also a glow you couldn't ignore. A gentle feel around her. She was a beacon people were drawn to. A kindness you can't explain. Her hair, dark brown, starting to show wisps of gray, reminded me of Aunt Becky from Full House in a way, ridiculous as that sounds. But more modern. Her face was the definition of gorgeous. Piercing green eyes. Almost emerald. Her smile showed the brightest white teeth, and was framed with lips that were naturally plump, beckoning to be kissed. Not like those girls who get obvious injections. No, hers were perfect.
Her body was a dream. An hourglass figure if there ever was one. From her neck on down, she was immaculate. Collarbones that you could imagine celebrating with kisses along them. Shoulders that didn't square her out like form of masculinity, but we're part of her confident frame. And her breasts, enough to take any red-blooded man's breath away. Ideal in size. I'd say a C cup. From some tops I'd she her in, cut low with her cleavage showing, her tits heaving softly with each breath, they must still have some perk to them. Of course they would, she was basically flawless. If you were lucky, her nipples would get hard, and you'd see them poke underneath those tops, leaving just a bit to the imagination.
Her waist was thinner than her upper half. Definitely creating that hourglass I mentioned. It was just another point of my obsession with her.
Below that waist, those thighs. Not fat, but thick. They balanced out her magnificent body. Looking straight on at her, those thighs filled up anything wrapped around them seamlessly. From the side, and the back, there was her ass. Amazing and round, filling up her clothes like a couple of beautiful balloons, for lack of a better description. I had chances to see that ass in items like bikinis, and I can confirm there was not an ounce of cellulite. Just a smooth bubble butt.
Given all this, you hopefully can visualize her, and understand how it was so damn hard to keep my eyes off her. How could I possibly ignore any chance to look, to pretend, to fantasize? Those nights were I'd picture that body nude, writhing, moaning, and jerk off to it.
I'd have to do something. I didn't know how or what, but I'd have to make that moment a reality. I'd have to put it all on the line to make my dreams come true. I'd have to be with Emily.
It would be a near impossible task though. Because Emily is Mom.
I was younger. But slowly, simple looks became longer glances with something I couldn't quite understand at the time. There was an unease to it, but a feeling I became unable to keep under control. It was never anything I felt was noticeable to her or anyone else around. That point I definitely kept in check. But when her back was turned, or she happened to just innocently walk by, I'd take that chance, just for a peak. Just for that glance at beauty.
And beautiful she was. Statuesque. Tall, carrying herself in a way that was confident and with grace. But there was also a glow you couldn't ignore. A gentle feel around her. She was a beacon people were drawn to. A kindness you can't explain. Her hair, dark brown, starting to show wisps of gray, reminded me of Aunt Becky from Full House in a way, ridiculous as that sounds. But more modern. Her face was the definition of gorgeous. Piercing green eyes. Almost emerald. Her smile showed the brightest white teeth, and was framed with lips that were naturally plump, beckoning to be kissed. Not like those girls who get obvious injections. No, hers were perfect.
Her body was a dream. An hourglass figure if there ever was one. From her neck on down, she was immaculate. Collarbones that you could imagine celebrating with kisses along them. Shoulders that didn't square her out like form of masculinity, but we're part of her confident frame. And her breasts, enough to take any red-blooded man's breath away. Ideal in size. I'd say a C cup. From some tops I'd she her in, cut low with her cleavage showing, her tits heaving softly with each breath, they must still have some perk to them. Of course they would, she was basically flawless. If you were lucky, her nipples would get hard, and you'd see them poke underneath those tops, leaving just a bit to the imagination.
Her waist was thinner than her upper half. Definitely creating that hourglass I mentioned. It was just another point of my obsession with her.
Below that waist, those thighs. Not fat, but thick. They balanced out her magnificent body. Looking straight on at her, those thighs filled up anything wrapped around them seamlessly. From the side, and the back, there was her ass. Amazing and round, filling up her clothes like a couple of beautiful balloons, for lack of a better description. I had chances to see that ass in items like bikinis, and I can confirm there was not an ounce of cellulite. Just a smooth bubble butt.
Given all this, you hopefully can visualize her, and understand how it was so damn hard to keep my eyes off her. How could I possibly ignore any chance to look, to pretend, to fantasize? Those nights were I'd picture that body nude, writhing, moaning, and jerk off to it.
I'd have to do something. I didn't know how or what, but I'd have to make that moment a reality. I'd have to put it all on the line to make my dreams come true. I'd have to be with Emily.
It would be a near impossible task though. Because Emily is Mom.
11 月 前
