Soft Breath

Soft Breath

My hand quietly rapped on the wooden door as I entered her bedroom. I could see her little body curled into the giant teddy bear her dad got her for christmas. Her chest, covered in the thin cotton

material from her nightgown, gently rose with every breath. Her blonde hair spilled out on the pillow behind her head. I crossed her room and sat on the side of her bed, resting one hand on her hip; My

breath hitched when I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I shook her awake, and she turned to me with her big brown eyes.

“Hey mom,” Emma said, voice raspy, “What time is it?”

My eyes flicked down to my watch. I could barely stand removing my gaze from adorable face; it was round with baby fat, little freckles dotted her tan skin. Emma’s friend Mackenzie had a pool and

since it was spring break, the two spent most days outside. I had to replenish our sunscreen stock three times because of those two, but at least I won’t pay any hospital bills.

I smiled and replied, “Oh, a little after ten. My boss hates me; had me stay an extra two hours, even though she knows it takes an hour to drive home.” I huffed and tilted my head back, “I was

surprised when your dad said you were up here, though. Feels like you haven’t been home in forever.”

Emma laughed and adjusted her position on the bed so her legs were pointing forward and slightly open. One of her bare thighs brushed my hand, and I held my breath. Her skin was so smooth, so

touchable. I hated myself for even thinking that.

It suddenly felt hot in the room, and I became much too aware of my body.

Emma started talking and I was pulled back to reality, “I had plans for tonight, but I cancelled them. I went swimming, then hiking, like, totally uphill saturday, then Ava Duvey had that party two nights

ago, you know? So I’m still totally whipped after that,” she ran a crudely polished hand over her thigh, massaging the surface. The nail polish was cracked and old, but the bright pink still made her tan

thighs look perfectly golden. I wanted to touch her. I was disgusted with myself, but at the same time knew there was no denying it.

“I don’t know,” Emma continued, “My body is just completely busted.”

Her brown eyes blinked at me, and I was too busy picturing her naked body to respond. Her eighteenth birthday had just passed, but I’d secretly wanted to fuck her since she was fourteen. When

she was younger she took dance lessons, and her body was so tight. I remember her tight little ass jiggling as she bounced around the stage at her last recital. Her body only covered by a thin piece

of black fabric that was see-through whenever she passed directly under a light. It was only noticeable if you knew what to look for, but when I scanned the crowd after a particularly titillating move

under a bright light, there were plenty of conspicuous crotch-adjusting men I saw. It made me wet just thinking about it.

My cheeks were hot, but they didn’t compare to the heat I was feeling down below. I was starting to throb as I stared at my daugher, her body on full display, begging me to touch it.

“I-I could give you a massage?” I prayed she didn’t here the crack in my voice, as I reached forward, perhaps a bit too eager.

She just smiled and nodded, apparently oblivious to my turmoil, “It’s mostly my legs, though, so I don’t know if I really need to, like, turn over or anything.”

I shook my head, “Just close your eyes, I’ll take care of you.”

She lay flat on the bed with her arms by her side and closed her eyes, just as she was told.