Note: Not suitable for anyone. If you're a minor, for the love of God don't read this one.
It was 9 in the evening when the young woman just quietly sat at the cottage's sofa while hearing the sounds of a thunder and the rain outside. It's the last night of their five days vacation trip, and it saddened her thinking that she won't see the woman quite often.
The young girl feels always in a dream every time she's with her, she don't want the day to end when she's between the woman's arms; giving warmth on her soul and peace in her heart. It hurts how much she love her that she forgot she'll soon marry the son of a woman and terrible to think she's in love with her fiancee's mother.
She walked through the woman's bedroom door and hesitating wether to knock or not, raising her close fist but ended up walking backwards.
"Urgh, this is so frustrating," whispered the girl and walked through her bedroom door again. She leaned her ear only to hear the running water she think was from her bathroom shower.
Ariella decided to wait the woman, and sit comfortably back to the sofa. Her mind playfully tease her of how she think Irene is naked in the bathroom, didn't fail to turn her on. She felt warm down her center, and a sudden desire to be touched by the older woman.
"Fuck." She cursed about the fact that it'll be too much for herself to ask her fiancee's mother to make love with her, even when they already made a lot of it.
The young woman couldn't help it, she looked around and slowly entered her two fingers inside of her moist core. She gasped when she's caressing the right spot of her center, giving too much pleasure that made her moan uncontrollably. She opened her wide legs apart and throw her head backward in so much good feelings she felt. Her fingers thrust in and out, she watched her glistening fingers until she felt the warm breaths in her neck and a soft strokes in her arms.
Ariella quietly panicked as she knows who is it. She stopped what she was doing but the woman whispered something that almost aroused her so quick, "don't stop," says the woman and kissed the girl's neck.
The older woman traveled her hand from the girl's shoulder down on her belly and whispered something again, "need a hand, baby?"
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The woman presented to cook the breakfast before they take their flight back to California. She was wearing a floral top long sleeves that pushed up on her elbow, and her not so loose creamy above the knee skirt.
She frowned when she noticed Ariella being cranky in the morning, "what's up with you?" asked the woman and placed the hot chocolate coffee in front of the girl.
Ariella looked at her, "I just don't want this to end yet," she uttered, stood up and leveled the woman's stare.
"Well, we have to," says the woman and weakly smiled. "Like end this and marry your son after fucking his mother behind his back?" Ariella's voice almost choked by her words. The girl couldn't handle it but to feel extreme confusion.
"We both know the answer but we chose to ignore it as we're afraid to face the truth, we're scared what will be the possible outcome of our actions instead of admitting that it was all wrong," says the woman and was about to held the girl's hand but she turned her back against her.
"We still did and doing it anyway," the girl vaguely replied and went on her room.
"Ariella," called the woman but she ignored her. She followed her only to see the girl sitting on her table chair.
"I'm just gonna pack my things, we'll leave, and marry your son," she sarcastically said, putting some lip balm on her lips, "it seems like this is all joke to you. I just don't get it why you're not bother," she finally met her eyes.
