Karen demands Becky make her breakfast

Becky wasn't sure what was going on and was too tired and hungry to care that much.

"I want scrambled eggs." Karen said.

"Kiss my ass," Becky said, "I'm not making you anything."

Becky was shocked to feel fingers pulled down her pants and panties and a pair of soft lips kissing her bare butt-cheeks. She turned her turned her head to find Karen behind her on her knees, tenderly kissing on ass.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Becky shouted, trying to push Karen off her.

"I don't know!" Karen said, fighting against Becky to continue to make contact with her daughter's ass.

"Stop!" Becky said. In an instant, Karen stopped. Becky pulled her panties and pants back up. "Stand up." Karen obeyed that order.

"Stop this right now!" she shouted.

"Spin around," Becky and watched as Karen spun in a complete circle. "Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles." Karen did so, letting the helm of her nightie up to show her panties, "Stay in that position until I tell you to move."

Suddenly Karen felt a sharp pain on her butt and let out a whimper.

This was all the confirmation Becky needed to that Karen would do whatever she said. Giggling to herself, she spanked Karen again and watched as her mother swayed a little to remain upright. Becky kept staring as her mother's predicament in wonder until she heard a chair moving against the floor

Becky looked up and gasped as she saw her father, sitting down at the kitchen table looking in her direction. She didn't even see him walk in and had no idea how much he saw.