Stuck Indoors on Halloween (**LOLI**, Mother/Daughter Incest, Large Insertions)
Story by ESamb
Whew, been a bit since my last one. Glad to get this out there. This was actually my last major idea, so until I feel really inspired by something else, this board may not hear from me for a bit. In any case, for you fans of mother/daughter, this one's for you. Apologies to those hoping for a dominant mother story - I can never seem to jive with the adult being the main one moving things forward. Not that I dislike that kind of thing, it's merely a matter of what I have an easier time writing. Anyway, as always you can find this along with all my other works on pixiv here.
This story features the following: **LOLI**, Mother/Daughter Incest, Futa on Female, Large Insertions, All the Way Through Penetration
Sarah's young daughter Zoe accidentally sprained an ankle just before Halloween night, forcing her to miss out on trick-or-treating. Feeling terrible about the whole thing, Sarah decides to grab a costume for herself in an attempt to make staying home a little more fun. Unfortunately, it seems being a well-endowed futa makes costume shopping a little hit-or-miss sometimes.
Stuck Indoors on Halloween
“But everyone’s meeting at Isabell’s house and they’re going together!” Zoe complained.
“I know, Bug, but you can’t walk. You need to let your ankle rest,” Sarah replied, feeling terrible.
“But moooooom! It’s Halloween!”
“I know it’s Halloween. But girlie, you sprained your ankle two days ago. There’s just no way you could keep up with everyone. Besides, they promised they’d be getting candy on your behalf, didn’t they?”
“Hmph.” Zoe crossed her arms and looked away, trying to quell tears welling in her eyes. Ever since starting first grade, Zoe had managed to amass an impressively large group of friends. For the most part it was good news – plenty of playdates and activities to keep Zoe occupied when Sarah needed a rest. But tonight, it was nothing but disappointment. Zoe and Isabell had been planning tonight’s trick-or-treating for a few weeks now, and it was set to be Zoe’s first Halloween out primarily with friends rather than family. Unfortunately, an overly ambitious leap on the jungle gym had other plans in mind, and now the 6-year-old was bedridden with a sprained ankle for the evening.
Sarah couldn’t help but feel bad. Looking at her daughter always reminded her of her own childhood excitement around this time of year. And for good reason - Zoe looked just like her. They shared the same long, straight brunette hair, the same emerald green eyes, and the same prominent dusting of freckles over the bridge of their nose and cheeks. Zoe sat upright against the headboard of her mother’s bed, gaze averting not just her mother, but the tiara to her fairy princess costume she had tossed to the end of the bed in protest. She had refused to put on the costume and now sat in an oversized blue shirt acting as a night gown.
The pain of the incident had clearly done all the necessary teaching about playground safety, so additionally missing out on a night with friends seemed like an unjust punishment. Sarah walked over to her daughter and planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“I’m sorry, Bug. This really stinks. But you know, we can still have fun on our own.”
Zoe didn’t respond, keeping her arms crossed.
“I know I said I wasn’t going to dress up, but seeing as its just us tonight, I went out and got something before school ended.”
That caught Zoe’s attention. Her face softened and she peered through the corner of her eye to her mom. “… You got a costume?”
“Wait right there and see!” Sarah replied with a smile before rounding the corner out of the room. She grabbed a plastic bag off the living room table and headed to the bathroom to change. She reached into the bag and pulled out a Halloween nurse’s outfit. She thought it might be a cute way to cheer Zoe up given the circumstances.
As she began pulling on the white top with red lining, she was struck with the realization that in her haste earlier today she may have grabbed a costume that was perhaps… a size too small. She squeezed her bust into the garment and shimmied into the skirt. She popped open a tiny white hat with a red cross and set it in her hair, then unfolded the long-sleeve white gloves and slipped them on as well. She turned to review the ensemble in the full size mirror leading to the bathroom closet.
It was… definitely a Halloween nurse. Sarah hadn’t put too much thought into the tendency for “slutty professional” to make its way onto store shelves, but upon seeing her reflection she probably should have. Even for a futa, Sarah was especially
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