Humming softly, Victoria strolled in the hallway of her modest suburban house as she headed towards the laundry room. The voluptuous woman pushed a lock of her silky, golden hair behind her ear as she pushed open the door of the small room.
As she entered, her eyes glanced upon the mirror hung on the wall in the back of the room, and Victoria smiled at her own reflection. Putting her hands on her hips, the mature woman posed in front of the mirror. While she was not the young bombshell that had once seized the heart of her late husband, she still found herself attractive, and she took pride in that.
Hidden behind her tight blouse, her huge, gravity-defying breasts hung firmly on her chest. A long skirt rode her massive, firm butt cheeks and her broad, generous hips. Through the years Victoria had gotten plumpier than she had been in her youth, but that simply made her look more mature and not a bit less sexy.
Not a single white hair yet tarnished the glint of her golden blonde hair. Even during the laziest days such as this Saturday, Victoria made a point of always wearing a subtle layer of makeup that accentuated the ravishing beauty of her face, her deep blue eyes and her full, soft lips.
Remembering that had motherly duties to deal with, Victoria sighed softly and distanced herself from the mirror. Her eyes swept the room, and when she failed to find a laundry hamper full of clothes she frowned.
"LIZ! LAUNDRY!" Victoria shouted, hoping to get her daughter's attention.
Victoria waited for a minute, expecting to hear her daughter stomping out of her room with an overflowing basket of dirty clothes, but nothing happened. With another sigh, Victoria began walking swiftly towards her daughter's bedroom.
Elisabeth, or LIz as almost everyone called her, was Victoria's cherished daughter and the best thing that had happened to her and her husband, but Elisabeth wasn't exactly the most organized, tidiest or dutiful young woman. If it wasn't for Victoria's diligence, Elisabeth would be wearing the same well used t-shirt and jeans for days on end under all circumstances.
Without hesitation, Victoria grabbed the handle of Elisabeth's bedroom, pushed the door open and took a step inside.
"Liz, is your laundry..." Victoria began, but she was soon left speechless as her eyes fell upon her daughter.
Elisabeth was currently sitting on her computer chair, her eyes glued to the screen and a headset firmly settled on her ears. Elisabeth's slender legs were bare as she wore no pants nor underwear. Her left hand was under her top, roughly kneading her breasts as her other hand was furiously stroking her humongous cock, unable to close around its girth.
On Elisabeth's screen, a video was playing where a massively hung futa brutally fucked a slutty-looking woman's asshole from behind. Victoria could hear faint moans and grunts leaking from her daughter's headset. Elisabeth herself was as silent as she could, gritting her teeth to hold back her moans. Sweat pearled on her forehead as she masturbated to futa porn.
Her lips pursed, Victoria took a discreet step back, trying to leave her daughter to her activities before being noticed. But right as she stood in the doorway, Victoria noticed Elisabeth's hamper sitting on the floor of the room, almost within arm's reach. She tiptoed to it, trying to not gaze at her daughter's obscene yet magnificent display, but right as she grabbed the basket, the wooden floorboard under her feet let out a loud squeak.
Elisabeth froze and her head snapped toward the sound.. Liz's face fell as she saw her mother standing there. Her hands instantly abandoned her body and accidentally knocked the headset off her head, making it roll on the floor right as the futa in the video very loudly finished inside her partner's asshole
Hamper in hand, Victoria smiled awkwardly. "D-Don't pay attention... Just keep... keep doing whatever you were doing..." She said, trying to defuse the situation but making it even more awkward instead.
With long strides, Victoria left her daughter's room and slammed the door behind her. She went back to the laundry room, gently put down Elisabeth's hamper then leaned against the wall, trying to calm her thundering heart.
Victoria obviously knew that her daughter was a futa, but the last time she had seen her daughter's cock was when she was just a girl, and Elisabeth's cock was no longer a cute little pee-pee, but now a massive, bitch-breaking log. The image of her daughter's cock was burned into Victoria's mind, indelible.
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Victoria was setting the table for the dinner, a delicious smell coming from a pot in the center of the table, when Elisabeth finally left her room. She was wearing black sweatpants and a different t-shirt from earlier. Even under those unflattering clothes, her voluptuous figure was unmistakable, a gift from her mother's genetics.
Biting her lips, she walked toward the table, and her mother, slowly, her hands shoved deep in her pockets and her eyes focused on her feet.
"Only leaving your den when you're hungry, that's how it is nowadays?" Victoria said jokingly as she watched her daughter stand still next to a chair.
"Mom... I'm sorry. I... huh... I..." Elisabeth started, unable to face her mother's gaze.
"You have nothing to apologize for. It's my fault, I shouldn't have barged into your room like that. I'm sorry." Victoria reassured her daughter, smiling gently.
Elisabeth finally found the courage to raise her head and looked at her mother interrogatively. With a sigh, Victoria continued.
"Listen, I know it's probably hard for you to believe, but I've been young as well, once upon a time. I may not have the same... equipment... as you do, but I know that being a young adult is tough and that sexuality is an integral part of it."
The young futa blinked sheepishly as she listened to her mother.
"What I'm trying to say is... Masturbating isn't shameful or disgusting, it's only natural. And what happened today is just an awkward little accident, something we should just both forget. Next time I'll knock on your door."
Elisabeth smiled happily and hugged her mother tightly. "Thanks Mom, you're the best!"
Victoria gently hugged her daughter back. "Because I want to give my daughter a little bit of privacy?" She chuckled. "If only parenthood was that easy..."
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In the few weeks that had passed since Victoria had accidentally walked on her daughter masturbating, the devoted mother had noticed that the time Elisabeth spent in the shower had been steadily increasing. Victoria had no qualm with her daughter's masturbation habit, but she wished that Elisabeth did so without wasting hot water.