Can Sarah regain control?

Sarah wasn't ready to throw away all caution. If she gave into her urges, there was no way to tell how that would affect her relation with her mother.
The rational part of her brain seemed to have gained the upper hand - for now. Sarah did not want to turn her mother into a mindless **** of her cock. And it seemed that this realization, together with her determination to not see here mother as a sex object, and her resolve to not succumb to her instincts, were enough to turn off some kind of switch inside her that had been responsible for her continued arousal and production of cum, as well as pheromones.

Sarah could feel her arousal lessen substantially and she turned quite calm again, more so than she had been since she had awaken with her new futa cock only one or two hours ago. When she checked on the state of her cock, she took a deep breath of relief, as she could see her monster retreating back under her bathrobe.

Somehow, her state of mind and arousal, or lack thereof, seemed to instantly transfer over to her mother as well, as Sarah could the sparkle of lust withdrawing from her mother's eyes.

With the source of the scent and pheromones drying up, Monica's mind cleared up again as well, and it didn't take long for her to realize and reflect upon her earlier words and suggestion, causing her face to go from the one ****, being flushed by arousal, to another, a deep shade of red from embarrassment. As the tingling feeling in her pussy gone away, and the heat between her legs retreating, Monica really didn't know what had come over her, how she had become so aroused that she tried to hit it on with her own daughter. But she was glad that it seemed over, though she didn't know how to look her daughter in the eyes.

Sarah saw her mother's predicament and tried to defuse the situation: "Ugh, you're being weird mom. So... about the clothes mom, i really need them. Can i get your credit card?"