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“Mom, I never said we were trying to have a baby!”

I pick up the puff and squeeze some soap on it. I’ve gotten her mom started
and will hear Sanya’s mouth shortly. I might as well be productive. I lather my
body: neck, shoulder, torso, arms. I like this soap. The soft, clean scent pleases my
olfactory system. The texture is creamy and luxurious. It’s liquid cashmere. I finish
my body, save for one part. Sanya is still talking to her mother, her elbow is on the
side of the tub, and her face is resting in her palm. I want her full attention.
“I’m just saying, I thought mothers wanted their daughters to find husbands,
not baby daddies.”

I’d happily give her both in a heartbeat. I freeze, surprised at my own thought.
I love her, but I didn’t think I was in marriage-and-kids love. I study her again. She
settles back on her bath pillow, and some of her curls frame her face while others
sit at the top of her head in that ball I like so much. I would happily create a child-
sized version of her with the same damn puff at the top of her head. I’m definitely
moving. I need her to know that I could and would take care of her and any child
we create.
Her ruby red toe beckons me. I pluck her foot out of the water and start
lathering her. I massage her foot then move up her leg until I reach mid-thigh. I
switch and do the same thing to the other leg. I start to stiffen. I love the way the
soap feels sliding over her smooth skin.

“Okay, mom. Yes, ma’am. I’ll talk to you later.”
I can tell she is feeling the same by the inflection in her voice. I finish her leg
and sit back. Our eyes lock with mirroring lust. Without breaking eye contact, I
add a little more soap to my palm. I spread it on my aroused flesh. Some at my head
then down my shaft. I tighten my grip and lightly jerk myself. I moan. The soap is

fucking amazing.
Sanya breaks eye contact to watch the show. She’s fully turned on now. Her
eyes are big, pupils are dilated, her pouty lips are slightly ajar, her breasts are full,
and her nipples are puckered. I want to cum on her tits. I tell her just that, her
eyebrows shoot up, but she moves closer. I increase the pressure. I vary the stroke
and intensity, showing her all the ways l like to be touched. Sanya’s sucks her
bottom lip into her mouth. I know that look.
“Don’t touch yourself, save it for me.”