Mommy Screams

The next morning, Jenna and Scarlett sat at the dining table, feasting on the pancakes made by Scarlett herself.

Jenna wore a short floral yellow frock, which had pink flowery patterns splashed on it.

Scarlett knew her financial position, "Jenna, we can't afford a ghost hunter now."

Jenna placed her hand on Scarlett's, trying to convince her, "Mum! She is cheap."

Scarlett conceded, "Although I am totally not in favor of getting a ghost hunter in our house, but if my daughter is scared, then..."

Jenna leaped up on her chair, "Thanks, Mum."

Scarlett observed how pancakes brushed against Jenna's lips as she ate.

After finishing her meal, Jenna declared, "Gotta go now, Miss Johansson, and I will be back with the ghost hunter."

Jenna stood up, accidentally dropping a spoon on the floor.

Scarlett reassured her, "Don't worry, I will pick it up later."

Jenna winked at her, "What kind of daughter would let her mother work?"

She bent to pick up the spoon, and her frock, so short, rode up to reveal her white panties.

The white panties were glued to her bubble butt, showing her ass crack and shape of fresh ass cheeks. Scarlett, the owner of fat ass, caught a glimpse of it, and she felt attracted to it.

But why?

She didn't want Jenna to leave. She wanted her to stay.

QUICK! SCARLETT! DO SOMETHING!

Jenna placed the spoon back on the table, saying, "Okay, Mum, Bye!"

Scarlett hesitated, "Jenna, I thought about what you said yesterday."

Jenna tried to recall Scarlett's reference, but her mind settled on the right thing, "The Goodnight Kiss? Let it go, Mum."

Scarlett insisted, "How can I?"

Jenna asked, "So can I kiss you on your lips?"

Scarlett, torn between desires, wanted to scream YES, but her mouth betrayed her with a hesitant, "No."

WHY, SCARLETT?

I AM A STUPID MILF - She mentally cursed herself.

Jenna asked, "Then what's new?"

Scarlett said, "Let me give you a goodbye kiss as well. So you will be getting more

throughout the day. Come and sit on my lap."

Jenna came and settled on Scarlett's lap, "I feel like a baby."

Scarlett said, "You are my baby."

Scarlett planted a gentle kiss on Jenna's cheek, the corners of Scarlett's lips brushing against Jenna's.

Jenna remarked, "I love that you make these tiny gestures of love to me."

Scarlett replied, "That's my job as a mother."

Jenna clarified, "But don't get me wrong, I am not enjoying some weird mother-daughter thingy that they show in porn films."

Scarlett's eyes narrowed, "So you do watch them?"

Jenna rose up from Scarlett's lap and dashed out of the house, shouting, "Bye!

Scarlett chuckled at Jenna's playful departure.

After Jenna left, Scarlett took care of all the dishes. Thoughts of Jenna lingered in her mind, and she found herself contemplating her desires, perhaps yearning for sex with her own

daughter.

Scarlett pushed those thoughts away.

But what If she could get sex from someone else.

The idea of starting to date someone crossed her mind, and she pondered the possibility of the ghost hunter turning out to be a hot individual.

Deciding to dress up a bit, Scarlett aimed for a look that showcased her best features.

She admired her naked breasts in the mirror, giving them a gentle tap, "So perfect."

Having adorned herself in blue panties, Scarlett smoothly slipped into a pair of tight, skin-fit jeans that accentuated her slender waist and highlighted her ample buttcheeks.

Picking up a shining golden top, Scarlett wore it without any hesitation. The top exposed her completely broad bare back and sleeves, and interestingly, she decided not to wear a bra.

CLIT! CLIT! CLIT!

That is what her door bell sounded like.

It has to be the ghosthunter, Scarlett thought and therefore ran to the door.

Scarlett swung the door open, revealing Jenna and the ghost hunter.

The woman, presumably in her thirties, looked a bit younger than Scarlett.

She sported loose green jeans and a red checked shirt, with collars up and two buttons casually undone.

Scarlett couldn't see much cleavage, given the difference in their bust sizes, but a subtle line hinted at its presence.

In the chest department, the ghost hunter, Kristen Stewart, still held a slight advantage over Jenna.

Introducing herself, the ghost hunter said, "Kristen Stewart."

Scarlett responded with a simple, "Scarlett."

Kristen, testing the waters, guessed, "Witch?"

Scarlett, unamused by the jest, retorted, "No, a bitch."

Jenna chuckled at Scarlett's quick comeback.

Kristen, undeterred, asked, "Permission to cum inside?"

A smirk played on Kristen's lips, cleverly substituting "cum" for "come."

Scarlett grasped the implication, responding, "Cum at your own risk."

Jenna remained oblivious to the underlying nuances of the conversation.

Kristen confidently stepped inside, and Jenna promptly closed the door behind them.

Curious, Kristen inquired, "So where did you encounter the ghost?"

Jenna replied, "In my room."

With a hint of protectiveness, Kristen suggested, "You sit here, little child. Your mother and I will investigate inside--just in case there's something scary."

Scarlett supported the idea, saying to Jenna, "She's right. Wait here in the living room."

As Scarlett and Kristen entered Jenna's bedroom, the ghost hunter urged, "Close the door."

"Why?" Scarlett questioned.

"For Jenna's safety," Kristen explained.

Scarlett complied and turned to shut the door, unwittingly revealing her bare back to Kristen, who licked her lips in response.

Scarlett, now slightly uneasy, asked, "Is it fine now?"

Kristen closed the distance between them, stating, "I need to know where the ghost was."

Scarlett, initially dressed up for the ghost hunter, regretted her choice upon sensing Kristen's inappropriate behavior.

She wished she had opted for something less revealing.

Scarlett, feeling a bit hesitant, requested, "Can we talk from a distance? The ghost was on the ceiling."

Kristen blew some air on her palm, casually checking her breath, "Do I have foul breath? I don't think so."

Gazing up at the ceiling, Kristen mumbled to herself, "Oh... okay... yes... looks good... but bad... What am I doing?"

Scarlett, puzzled, inquired, "Did you find something?"

Kristen replied, "I need to see from Jenna's eyes."

Scarlett, now even more curious, questioned, "How is that even possible?"

Kristen confidently stated, "Everything is. Is Jenna really your daughter?"

Scarlett, defending and proud, asserted, "Yes, she is. Where do you think she got her looks from?"

Mumbling to herself again, Kristen remarked, "But she forgot to inherit the tits."

Scarlett, catching the comment, asked, "What'd you say?"

Kristen remarked, "Nothing. But it's a good thing. Now I would need the smell of your vagina to get Jenna's vision for a few minutes. Since she came out of you."

Scarlett snapped back, "You looked like a pervert from the moment you entered inside."

Kristen casually explained, "It's not for my fun; it's for the protection of your family. I mean, you could do it without removing your tight jeans--just touch it with your fingers, and I will smell your fingers."

Scarlett exclaimed, "I can't even believe you are telling the truth, but you are..."

Kristen smirked, "I am cheap... I know. Just 69 bucks for a visit."

Scarlett rolled her eyes, "Seems like a number of your type."

Kristen, closing her eyes and feeling the air, replied, "Well, it's a holy number."

Scarlett sighed, "Okay, I am doing it. But don't you utter a word outside."

Kristen, eyeing Scarlett's thick thighs in those jeans, assured, "I won't say anything to Jenna. That's why I closed the door."