Fridays at the Guardian Angel Ch. 05

Shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower she began to dry herself. Donning the towel as a makeshift yoga Cass began to brush her hair with a hairbrush retrieved from a nearby drawer. Peering to her reflection she pondered the future. Perhaps she should have put Emma in The Guardian Angel, to keep her close for if and when she wanted another child. But would Emma still make her feel young after having mothered a child?

Cass wrinkled her nose at how petty she was treating the future of someone she had just met, scolding herself while she brushed her hair which was now straight and darkened from her shower. Upon seeing the woman in the mirror wrinkle her nose, a sudden feeling of unease grew in her gut. Slowing her brushing to a stop, Cass wrinkled her nose once more, giving a deep look to her reflection.

Returing through the hall of abandoned clothing, she peered in to the bedroom to find Emma, whom had managed to crawl under the covers of the large queen sized bed and was dozing off. "Hey Emma, you awake still?" Cass asked.

Emma returned the question with a muffled "mmhmm."

"You said you came to this town for university right? Did you come straight from high school?"

"Yeah" Emma's muffled reply came seemingly inside a pillow.

"So you're like eighteen? Nineteen?" Cass asked

"Nineteen, started school a tad late" Another muffled reply.

"You moved all the way from Ohio huh? Where abouts?"

Emma rolled over to face Cass, slowly waking up. "Well I came from Dayton, but I grew up mostly outside Columbus."

The uneasy feeling in Cass' chest tightened its knot. "Emma, why do you like the name Sandy?"

Cass knew the answer before Emma mumbled and rolled over, "It was my sires name, I've always liked it."

Pieces aligned, it made sense why Emma made Cass feel so young. It wasn't her youth, which should have been clear from the start as Cass routinely bedded girls Emma's age. Rather, it was Emma herself and how much she reminded Cass of herself when she was young. Emma reminded her of a time when she studied for her undergraduate courses in the back of an old book shop. She reminded her of a time when she would romp with a young classmate in a small dorm room bunk bed. She reminded her of a time when she could satisfy countless partners in a day, with a young fervor that felt forever unsated.

And most of all, Emma reminded her of a time when Cassandra, that is Cass' full name, went by the name ofSandy.

Emma was Cass' daughter.

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"Does that make Emma a motherfucker?" Jackie laughed hysterically, "Or I guessYouwere the one who made her a motherfucker!"

Cass could only hold her head in her hands as the table laughed. "I didn't know she wasmykid, I mean what are the chances?"

"I think you're missing the most important part here." Mari had a mischievous smile, "I don't think you were so attracted to Emma because she was your daughter, but rather because she reminded you of yourself so much."

"Does that make me a narcissist?" Cass asked while taking a drink from her beer bottle with a demeanor that was trying and failing to not look ashamed.

"Perhaps" Mari replied, "But it does give new meaning for you to the phrase,go fuck yourself,seeing as how you've actually tried." I couldn't help but join in the laughter at Cass' expense.

I couldn't help but imagine myself in a similar situation. I had never met my own sire, so I tried to think of my own mother but as a futanari. The thought was less than arousing.

Looking down to my notes jotted from Cass' story I made mental notes on a future draft as the card game continued in front of me.

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Author's note:

I feel that I will likely get negative feedback regarding the section I put this chapter in, and I would like to explain why I didn't place it in the incest/taboo section.

First, I do not feel the relationship between Emma and Cass fits into the traditional tabbo/incest placeholder. There wasn't really a taboo throughout the encounter between the characters as up until the final moments neither had any idea of their relation. Additonally, the main reason Cass was attracted to Emma was not the taboo of her being her own daughter, but rather that Emma reminded Cass of herself (which was partially due to their relation).

And second, I didn't want to spoil it.

Thank you for reading; I love feedback both good and bad! I am a new writer to erotic literature so I love any suggestions or comments!