A cat in her lap

She’d be sitting on the couch, reading one of her silly teen romances, the cat curled up in her lap. She’d be turning a page, when the cat would get her attention. Claws lightly digging into her leg. She would reach down and lightly scratch her around the ears. The cat would purr, eyes closed enjoying the attention. Then Martha’s hand would drift lower, petting the cats furred back, before moving around and cupping one of the cat’s full breasts. She’d squeeze gently, kneading the soft orb. The cat would stretch luxuriously, soaking up Martha’s soft touch and…
“Mraow.”
“Did you just meow?” Veronica blinked at her daughter’s question. Then she looked down at her plate, blushing, “You did! What the heck mom?”
“I don’t know why I did that.” Veronica muttered, “It just popped out.” She wasn't about to tell her daughter what she was fantasizing about. She stood up gathering her dishes, “I think I’ve had enough to eat. I’ll be in the shower.”