Her Daughter Arrives

"Well this breakfast isn't just for us." Lisa says, "My daughter will be home-" She's cut off as the front door opens.

"Hey Mom I'm home!" A feminine voice calls out. "What are you cooking? It smells good." Lisa's eighteen year old daughter steps into the kitchen and stops, jaw dropping as she sees you, naked and hard in the kitchen.

You scramble to cover your junk, face bright red while Lisa laughs heartily.