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This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them.

This is a bestial story.

This is a story around a mother, Quintessa (Tess) and her daughter, Rosa. Quintessa is 39 and Rosa is 18. Both women have dark hair. Quintessa’s hair is black and long while Rosa’s is a dark brunette and shoulder length. They are both about 5’ 5” tall and trim figures. Quintessa’s breasts are a still firm B-cup and Rosa’s are a youthful firm C-cup. Both have kept their pussies clean shaven.

Quintessa’s hair and facial features reflect her Latin ancestry, which was a major attraction for Rosa’s father when they met in college. Quintessa was an only child to older second-generation immigrant parents who had “made it” by securing available, depressed farm land and adding to what her grandparents had started. When she married Rosa’s father after they graduated from college, she had every intention of living the middle-class, Sexy black mutt dominates suburban life with professional careers. That all came crashing down when they divorced shortly after Rosa’s birth and she was threatened to never try to contact the girl. She survived only by returning to the family farm and throwing herself into it with an obsession after her older parents wanted to retire and move closer to other family near the city.

Rosa’s father was raised in a very conservative religious family. Quintessa’s fiery, earthy spirit had been enticing to the young man whose experiences had been constricted his entire life. His ***********ion of a wife was the source of persistent trouble and dissent with his family and may have been doomed from the beginning. He had mistakenly seen her fiery spirit that might somehow be experienced while somehow molded into the constrictive religious life he knew. Her attitudes toward sex, and later “perversions” of sex, were ignored until he caught her … sex with the dog was too much. The conservative laws of the state could have put her in jail, humiliated the family, and put a stigma on the family for years. Rosa was raised in the kind of religious strict environment, like her father, along with four other siblings by a second wife who conformed to the same practices.

Rosa hadn’t known about Quintessa. Rosa’s name had been a mystery to her. Why did she have a Latin name when her siblings had vanilla names? Why did she have such a different, fiery spirit that chaffed at the religious chains they attempted to constrain her with? When she rejected the abstinence oath, found a source for birth control pills, and became sexually active, she finally heard the words, “You’re nothing but a perversion to God like your mother!” Her mother? Then her ‘mother’ wasn’t her father’s wife? Then who is her mother?

MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS: QUINTESSA & ROSA

The phone chimed as Quintessa was busy preparing her dinner. Having been alone for so long, she had become proficient at preparing small dinners, not that they took much less time to prepare. She grabbed her cell phone from the counter absent-mindedly without looking at the screen. “Hello?”

“Mom?”

Quintessa laughed heartily, “Girl, do you ever have the wrong number.” She punched the key to end the call. Mere moments later, her phone chimed, again. She looked at the number this time and didn’t recognize it. “Yes?”

“Mom, it me, Rosa.”

“No …” She abruptly ended the call. When a moment later, her phone chimed, again, she let it go. Eventually, it stopped. Because her hands were often busy on the farm, she didn’t have her phone set to go to voice mail after only a few rings. So, sex with animals it took a while. At least it seemed to. But the phone chimed, again. It was the same number.

Before she could say anything, she heard the girl’s voice, again. “Mom … is this Quintessa Sanchez?”

“Yes. Is this really you, Rosa? If it is, I can’t talk to you.”

“Mom, it is me. And, you can talk to me. I turned 18. I just graduated from high school. I’m leaving this place. I hate it. I hate them.”

“Well, girl, if you’re my daughter, I ‘d tell you not to hate people. Hate isn’t something you want to wrap around you.”

“I understand, but … I’ve looked so long for you.”

“How did you find me? Certainly, your father didn’t help.”

Rosa laughed, “No … when they took away my internet privileges, it got harder but …”

“Wait, they took … why did they do that?”

Rosa sighed deeply, “Sex … God, these people are backwards. Do you know they have a chastity vow you’re supposed to make?”

“Did you?”

“No! How Medieval is that, anyway? I found my own birth control pills and they found them. I had to tell them I was having sex. That’s when it really hit the fan.”

“Then how did you find me without the internet?”

“Genealogy or at least that’s what I called it. They took away my internet and they thought I might be coming around when I started spending hours at the library.”

“They didn’t realize libraries have computers and the internet?”

Rosa chuckled, “Apparently not. In his rage, dad dropped little things about you because you were clearly the source of my wickedness. I added them all together, including your name, that was a real mistake for dad. One of the librarians was very helpful. I think she was excited to find a young person so interested in tracing roots. She was the one who got me into the records of land ownership in your state. Then, I just went county by county. Like I said, porno italiano it took a while. I had to find the marriage license for you and dad to get your last name. When I found you, I had to trace back for a birth certificate to be sure, then trace back property to your parents and theirs. When I had all that, I was sure. Then I paid a site to get you phone number and address. I even found you on Google Earth.”

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