Charlene realises what went on last night

As Andrea ascended the stairs, ‘she’ let out a little pained groan which directed Charlene’s attention to the way ‘she’ was walking, or more accurately waddling, as if experiencing some kind of rectal pain.

What was even more intriguing was a familiar scent that wafted into her nostrils coming from her ‘daughter’: cum.

Quickly, Charlene put two and two together, reaching a staggering conclusion.

‘No, can’t be…’.

As quick as a flash, Charlene vaulted up the stairs and caught Andrea from behind, dragging her protesting ‘daughter’ into her master bedroom before bending ‘her’ over the bed and holding ‘her’ down as ‘she’ struggled.

Charlene reached underneath Andrea’s skirt, pulled the panties to the side and gripped the butt plug, intending to ease it out slowly but finding it exited her offspring’s bottom effortlessly, accompanied by the splash of something warm flowing out; a thick, white, gel-like liquid.

All the while Andrea begged, “Please mommy, don’t! I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just don’t look, pleeeaaassseee!”.

Charlene didn’t know what to think, her thoughts subconsciously exiting her mouth.

“You and Brian…”.

Andrea starting bawling, no hint of masculine tones in ‘her’ completely feminine cries and ‘she’ continued to lay bent over the bed as ‘her’ mother stepped back in shock, trying to comprehend the situation.