Martha

She found herself looking at her daughter. The younger woman looked like a younger version of her mother. Though if Veronica was honest, she was never as slender as Martha. By the time she was eighteen she had a full D cup with ass and hips to match, as opposed to Martha’s barely B’s. And where Veronica was of average height, Martha needed heels to clear five foot two.
Still, Veronica thought, her daughter was a beautiful young woman sitting there in a man’s t-shirt. It gave her an “I just slept with my boyfriend” look. Except, Veronica was reasonably sure Martha had never had a boy spend the night under her roof.
In fact Veronica had never really speculated about her daughter’s sex life. It wasn’t something she had wanted to think about it. But she was thinking about it now. Was Martha a moaner, a screamer? Did she like to be seduced or did she take charge in the bedroom?
How did she look when...