Get cozy with Mom

Jenny had to admit, she was loving being closer with her mother, enjoying her warmth, the quiet, intimate company, and most of all, how free she was with the wine.

Meanwhile, Mary was quietly thrilled at her daughter's decision to stay in with her and enjoy a movie together. Most women her age were watching their relationship with their maturing daughters deteriorate over different values, life goals, and twists of fate. She didn't want to risk losing this. She wanted Jenny to feel like she was always available to her. Mary knew the nest would be empty soon, and she had no desire to fling herself into any **** attempts to stave off loneliness. She looked down at her daughter, beautiful and so serene. The romper she wore clung to her youthful, perky body, giving anyone a good idea of what she looked like stripped off it, and that only encouraged most to hope they could. Mary wasn't sure if she approved, but did she really want to risk that argument? That's when she noticed what wasn't far from her hand at that very moment. She was stunned the fabric could cling to it that well. What did they call it? A cameltoe? It was obvious, obscene, and completely distracting her. The girl's lips were puffy and full, forming a fat mound between her thighs. Mary's hand continued to gently stroke her daughter's leg, trying not to seem like something had caught her attention, and yet...

"Wait...you're kidding me!" Jenny blurted out, reacting to something in the film.

Mary glanced up to see the lead kissing another woman deeply. It was the last thing she expected after her fascination. It was jarring. Her brow furrowed. "Ok, so that's Lindsey, and isn't that..." she trailed off, realizing how much of the first twenty minutes she'd missed.

"That's her MOM!" Jenny replied, her eyes meeting her mother's in a brief, intense glance.

"Oh. Didn't you say this was a romance? It can't be between," she started, until the daughter pushed her mother against the wall, tongues playing between each other's mouths, "so I guess it is. You said this won awards? I guess the LGBT crowd really gets a lot of say, huh?"

"Do you want me to change it?" Jenny asked. "This could get a little weird." She made the offer, but she knew exactly what they were in for. She'd watched this with Dawn and Heather when they slept over two months ago. That was the night the two girls became her pets, and she became Princess.

Mary took a sip of wine and thought about it as the love scene faded out and the next scene faded in, showing Lindsey dealing with the misguided attempts of her ex to reignite the passion of their shattered relationship. "Ehhh, I think we'll be fine," squeezing Jenny's thigh. Her daughter planted a kiss on her shoulder, just a peck, but it sent a small shiver down Mary's spine.

"Thanks, I'm having a good time. I'd hate to ruin the mood by trying to start something new," the brunette teenager commented.

The move ran on, and while Mary was stealing glances at her daughter's plump pussy lips, Jenny was sipping wine and wondering how she'd get her mother conditioned to wear a collar and eat pussy like her girlfriends. When she looked over, she noticed her mother's thick nipples poking out hard against her night shirt. Was the movie getting her horny? Maybe it was the wine? She'd been through two glasses already, and she'd probably had some before dinner, too.