Let It Snow
Copyright© 2018 by erotic scribbler
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The story explores identity, sexuality, and female empowerment at an Anime Convention where an unexpected snowstorm serves as a catalyst for two mothers with their daughters to grow closer together, allowing them to confront their pasts, embrace their desires, and forge a new future. From the best-selling author of Potential (400,000 words/5 Books) and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door (135,000 words).
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex
It was day one of the three-day Anime NebrasKon 2017 convention, and Cindy Cooper was overwhelmed by the bedlam. She felt horribly out of place among what seemed to be thousands of teenagers dressed as their favorite cartoon characters. There were plenty of adults, but many of them were also dressed up.
Her daughter, Sierra, was out there somewhere in the sea of freaks. She was wearing a short red schoolgirl skirt, silk stockings, a white shirt with a red collar, and a blue bow. Sierra said she was Sailor Scout, Mars, whatever that was, and to be the best one here, she insisted on dying her hair pink. Hopefully, it really does wash out.
Cindy couldn’t believe she had traveled from San Francisco to Omaha for this. I did it for Sierra, Cindy thought. If her husband, Dick, and she weren’t separated, he would be here with Sierra. NebrasKon was their thing, not Cindy’s, but Sierra didn’t do anything wrong—Dick had—so Cindy was going to do everything in her power to maintain a sense of normalcy for her daughter. It was hard enough being sixteen without your parents having problems.
Cindy looked through the mob of young boys in oversized breastplates, clutching ray guns and Rapiers, and squid-like creatures with tentacles resembling penises with battle spears, and who knows what else. She spotted her daughter.
The girl’s legs were too long for those heels and short skirt. She’s not your little girl anymore, Cindy thought. Her daughter had been cursed with her gene for large breasts, and Cindy could tell the boy Sierra was flirting with wasn’t making eye contact.
“Is that your Sailor Mars my daughter is talking to?”
Cindy turned toward the voice and knew the woman who spoke couldn’t have been looking in the same direction. Sierra was dressed up as Sailor Mars, but she was talking to a teenage boy, and this attractive, dark complected young lady couldn’t possibly have given birth to him. He was at least Sierra’s age. “No,” Cindy said, “but I’m impressed by your knowledge of these characters. I’m clueless.”
The Latino woman smiled. “I would be, too, if it weren’t for Tori. You know how teenagers are.”
Cindy’s eyes moved from top to bottom and back, carefully evaluating the woman’s face, clothes, and features. She favored Maritza on Orange Is the New Black, except this lady was thicker and didn’t wear tons of makeup. “I can’t imagine you’re old enough to have a teenager.”
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