Inspection

“Alright, put your hands on your head,” you say as you pull away from Tiffany.

“Mom! My hair,” Tiffany complains.

You look closely, and Tiffany has a crown of hair with complex weaves. “Sorry. Hmm,” you shift your wait and put your hand on your chin. “Ahh, how about the back of your neck?”

“Like this?” Tiffany questions as she lifts her arms and places her hands on the back of her neck. She forms a W with her head as the center.

“That’s right. It’s not as comfortable as having your hands on your head, but it’ll protect your hair.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

You look over your daughter, wondering what you should do. She’ll get tired of holding up her arms, so let’s do the top part first. You think.

So you start with her face. It’s a bit weird, but you rub her cheeks and squish her face. You smile as she makes an indignant face. Then you reach for her ears.

As you caress the ears that are entirely on display with the hair due, you ask, “Are ear’s an erogenous zone for you?”

“Mom,” she says in surprise, but Tiffany looks to the side. “I don’t know.”

“Alright, it’s important for the inspection, so tell me if anything makes you feel good,” you explain.

Tiffany pertly nods as you lean in towards her left ear. You gently blow on her ear before going into nibble on her earlobe. She shivers a little as you lick and nibble every part of her ear.

Between administrations, you whisper sweet words. “Good girl. I love you. You’re so cute. You have beautiful ears.”

“Mommy!” she speaks in a quiet voice. You’re surprised she hasn’t called you Mommy in ages.

“Yes?” you whisper back, almost tonguing her ear hole.

“I like it,” your daughter says with a raspy voice.

“Alright, let’s check the other side.” You then kiss your way across her face starting from the left ear. You kiss her lips that acceptingly pucker up.

After inspecting her right ear, you can tell her arms are already drooping. You had planned on finishing her face first, but you now check her arms. The sleeves are too short, showing her wrist. You decide to unbutton the white shirt and roll up the sleeve.

You run your fingers along the inside of her upper arms. “Mom, that tickles,” Tiffany yelps.

“Sorry, you should consider keeping your sleeves up. You’re already showing skin anyway,” you suggest. You grab both of Tiffany’s hands, interlocking your fingers and pulling her arms down. “Sorry, I thought it was a good idea, but it’s tiring right?”

“It’s fine. But yeah, it’s tiring,” Tiffany replies. It’s strange for her to be so subservient, you think. But it isn’t bad. But only with you.

You let go of your daughter’s hand and return to her face. “Open your mouth,” you command.

Tiffany obliges, and you look into her mouth. You then reach and stick a finger in and run it along her inner cheek. Merry has a strong gag reflex and has problems at the dentist, but Tiffany has never complained. You wonder how far you can go.

You put both your hands in her mouth and stretch her mouth as far as it can go. You then run your fingers across her gums. Tiffany diligently waits for you to finish the inspection of her mouth. Drool starts to run down her chin, and you mischievously lick it up. You smell a slight mintiness from the mouthwash you all use.

Next, you decide to check her gag reflex. You tell your daughter to breathe through her mouth. You wait for confirmation and slowly stick your index and middle finger into her mouth. Your fingers go down her throat surprisingly quickly. With your whole hand in her mouth, you slowly fuck her throat with your fingers. It’s such a debauched thing to do that you can’t help but enjoy Tiffany's incoherent mumblings and drooling face.

When you pull out your hand, Tiffany is teary-eyed, with drool dripping off her chin. You lick up this precious fluid and praise her, “You’re my perfect little girl.”

“It was hard,” Tiffany confesses.

“I know, but you did better than I thought you would. You should be proud!” With your praise, Tiffany smiles brightly.

“Almost done. Stick out your tongue,” you order.

She complies, and you lean in and suck her tongue loudly this time. You then shove your tongue in your daughter’s mouth. Savoring the minty taste as you explore her mouth. Tiffany falls in with you and wrestles with your tongue. You exchange spit and have a very sloppy kiss.

Honestly, you aren’t that much more experienced than your daughter. Of course, you are delighted to have her first French kiss. Your hand reaches down and gropes Tiffany’s taught butt. Tiffany hugs you back, although only your back.

Eventually, you pull away. You look at Tiffany, who has a look of arousal. “How did you like your first French kiss?”

“It was amazing,” Tiffany replies.

You glance at the clock, and it’s already been quite a while. You were planning on doing more, but you don’t want Tiffany to be late. “One last check. Are your panties wet?”

“They are,” Tiffany responds, blushing bright red.

You kneel and pull her dress up. Her plain white panties are drenched. You reach out and caress the wet spot feeling your daughter’s lower lips. You can tell that she is close as Tiffany quickly begins to moan.

“You need to tell me if it feels good,” you remind her.

“It feels good, Mom. It’s too good!”

It’d be mean to send her away without relief, so you rub with more intensity. Crassessing her lips and pressing her clit through her panties. It doesn’t take long for her to orgasm. She leans on your shoulders as her legs tense up. You gather as much liquid as you can and slurp it off your hands.

“You taste good,” you report to your daughter.

“Mom, you didn’t have to tell me that,” Tiffany complains, looking away.

“It’s good to know. We’ll do another inspection later. Change your panties before you leave.”

“Alright, mom. See you later!” Tiffany calls as she leaves your room.