Checking in on Mom

Jenny stepped back out into the quiet hallway, or was it? There was a faint sound coming from her mother's room. "Probably watching something to wind down," Jenny thought, but she crept closer, her curiosity piqued. The door was open, just a hairline crack, but enough that pushing it ever so gently with one of her manicured nails gave her a good, narrow view of her mother's bed. There she was, tablet in hand, a wine glass and bottle next to her on the nightstand. Wearing form fitting, matching satin camisole and shorts in peach on peach stripes with lace along the edges, she looked delicious. Her long, gently tanned and freshly moisturized legs stretched out, her nipples pressing visible dents in the cami top. It wasn't hard for Jenny to imagine a night of gently dominating her mother, goading her into eating her bratty daughter out, or scissoring themselves into a sweaty mutual orgasm.

That's when the sounds coming from the tablet changed from indiscernible dialogue to the carnal moans of something far more interesting. Mom was watching porn? That's when Jenny found where her mother's other hand had gone, slipped under the satin shorts, her fingers rubbing her vulva with long, gentle strokes. The brunette's hand covered her mouth to suppress the sound of her delighted gasp. She backed away from the door and quietly crept into her room, grabbing her phone and darting back to where she came. Pulling up the camera, she set it to record and began zooming in on her mother's personal ministrations.

That's when Jenny noticed the icon on her phone. Mom's tablet had it's Bluetooth wide open. If she was in full screen she might not notice that she'd paired with her daughter's phone. Was it worth trying? Jenny would love to know what Mommy dearest found so delicious!