Janice walked out of her Master's bedroom and down the hall turning to go into her daughter Chantelle's bedroom. Chantelle lay on her bed, her knees raised up, intent on her mobile phone, texting.
As Janice entered the room she again saw her daughters vagina beneath the baby-doll she wore, the sight that eventuated in getting herself throat fucked by her husband Danial not minutes before.
Janice went in and sat on the side of the bed on Chantelle's right putting her left hand behind her daughters head and her right behind beneath and cupping her raised thighs.
Putting the mobile phone aside Chantelle allowed herself to be pulled into her mothers ritual morning hug. She felt her breasts push against her mothers and the caressing touch of her mothers right hand on the back of her creamy thighs.
Janice's touch made Chantelle tingle in a way she enjoyed every morning and the simple smell of her mothers skin seemed to make her flush with a heat that confused her but felt wonderful at the same time.
Chantelle said, "Oh Mum you always smell so amazing in the morning, when you hug me I tingle all over."
Janice replied "I love you sweetheart, I'm glad I can make you feel good." Thinking to herself 'My little girl gets exited by her Daddies pheromones, I can't blame her, I know I do!.'
She held her daughter at arms length taking in her natural Norsk like beauty, long blonde hair tending to platinum, sparkling eyes, flawless skin that glowed with youthful vigour, full firm pouting breasts, visible through the sheer baby-doll, with perfect pink nipples, a taught stomach from regular exercise. perfectly proportioned.
Janice thought as she took in her daughters visage, 'It won't be long and you'll be out somewhere taking cock in every hole and eating cum; and perhaps pussy too'.
Chantelle watched as her Mothers eyes drifted and said "What are you thinking Mum?"
Janice jolted back to reality and replied "Oh sweety I was just wondering what you'd like to eat..." she paused thinking again and said "...for breakfast! Yes, breakfast."
Chantelle said "I'd like a suasage, one of the thick ones and an egg please Mum".
Janice's thoughts went straight to the thick sausage she'd eaten earlier then to her daughters eggs, fertile in her womanhood. She mused 'Thank goodness I put her on birth control'.
With that thought Janice stood and said "Okay, I'll get breakfast on, you get dressed young lady."
Chantelle yawned and stretched out and Janice took one more look at her daughter and thought 'Built for sex' her own nipples hardening with the thought.