Elsa (futa/fem, incest, ageplay )

Popular culture told her she was doing something wrong. But, she told herself, she hadn’t done anything wrong! It wasn’t her fault. For a moment feelings of anger rose up inside her small little frame, her hands clenching into loose fists for just a second before the feeling passed, and the awe and shame set in once again.

It was only minutes ago that she’d come running home from her middle school, her lunch bag swinging wildly from her arm, her backpack bouncing around on her narrow back, her face aglow with possibility. There had been a power failure at school and the principle had decided to let everyone go home early, much to the delight of the students. Elsa eagerly pushed her way out the door and ran down the street to where she lived. It was a quiet suburban town, the mall adjacent to the highway the main feature while schools, parks, and civic buildings were scattered between the rows of houses. It was a quiet town, and just the sort that provided the bubble of innocence necessary for raising a demure child like Elsa.

Her house was only a few blocks from school, an easy walk back and forth, and the distance seemed to shrink as Elsa’s mind was filled with the possibilities of what to do during her extra free time. Her first hope was to do something with Philippine, her mother. Maybe they could go into the city, to the zoo, or to walk around in the park, or just go shopping in the mall for a bit. If nothing else, she would be able to watch a little daytime TV, draw, and maybe even play with the brand new camcorder her aunt had given her. Ultimately though, she wanted to spend time with her mother. She rarely got to anymore, between school and homework, and her mother’s full time job at the mayor’s office.

It was a shame, because Elsa loved her mother, and had always enjoyed a close relationship with her. She knew little about Philippine’s earlier life, except that she’d gotten pregnant with Elsa when she was only 17. Philippine’s parents had thrown her out and left her to fend for herself, and what was worse was that the father had left as well, before Elsa had even been born. Philippine had done well, working two jobs to support herself and her daughter as Elsa went through grade school. She’d finally found a position at the town’s administrative offices, which provided benefits and money so that she could buy a small house. Elsa was just growing old enough to understand these sacrifices and the dedication of her mother, and her affection for her only grew. Even despite this, Philippine always found a way to squeeze in some time with her daughter.

In fact, Philippine spent so much time with Elsa that they were best friends as well as mother and daughter, and sometimes Elsa wondered why it was that her mother didn’t seem to have many friends. Elsa didn’t have a wide social circle either, not because she was unfriendly or strange, but because she simply didn’t go out and spend a lot of time with them. It must be the same with her mother, Elsa decided. There were times, though, when Elsa had to wonder. Often they would go out and Philippine would attract the unwanted attention of one man or another. Her mother’s soft, gentle exterior would melt away and her tongue would go like a whip. A few times, when the man didn’t get the hint, Philippine would start shouting and even kicking and punching to make them go away. Elsa could understand if some of the men were mean, but her mother rejected every single one of them without fail.

It was also not especially difficult to see why the men approached in the first place. Mother or not, Philippine was a stunning specimen of a woman. She was very tall, standing at 6’6” with long flowing hair. Funnily enough, she kept her hair a light shade of lavender, like some relic from her earlier years as a punk. She wasn’t skinny exactly, but her curves justified what body fat she had. Her long legs were thick and led to wide hips and a round, bouncy rear end. Her skin was pale and fair, and she moved with a sort of determined grace, like she was concentrating on making sure everyone around her understood her work class, beauty, and confidence. She had a very pretty face, as well. Her mouth was wide with perfect, short teeth. Her lips were full, pouted on the bottom, and the sides of her mouth curved up sharply, so that she seemed to be smiling with a subtle deviousness whenever she spoke, which she always did with intensity. She didn’t use makeup very heavily, mostly because she hardly needed to. Big, pale blue eyes were s

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