Sarah and her mother have a chat

Sarah: "So mom, what are you doing home already?"

Monica was slightly flushed and didn't know what had come over her. It had only been a moment, but with the few feet of distance the intensity of her daughter's new scent began to lessen, as well as her own arousal, giving her mind the ability to process words again.

Monica: "Oh dear, uhmm. What did you just say?"

Sarah: "Don't you have to work, mom?"

Monica: "Ah. Yes and no. You won't believe what happened! A colleague took the wrong pills instead of painkillers, can you imagine? She got so sick, she had to have her entire stomach pumped out. Anyways, nobody else is available, so i got to take over her night shift at the clinic. I only got a few hours to relax."

Sarah couldn't help but chuckle a little, having made her own experience with taking the wrong pills only recently, with her hand currently was feeling the result.

Monica got serious: "Young lady, that is no laughing matter! Taking unknown pills can have serious and big consequences, you know? Don't take that lightly young lady!"

Sarah got mildly annoyed at the belittling tone of her mother. "Mooom, don't you 'young lady' me! And trust me, i know just how big an impact such a lapse in judgment can have."

Monica: "Ok, if you say so", hoping that the message had made it through. "By the way, did you get a new shampoo? Or a body lotion? I really enjoy the scent. And your skin looks so smooth and radiant. I have never seen such impressive results. Could i get a sample? You know, my skin isn't what it used to be..."

Sarah managed to suppress a chuckle. She could smell the scent of her sperm still lingering around her as well, and the image of giving her mother a sample did it for her: Her mother's face, coated white just as the shower tiles had been, completely soaked in her sperm.... Fuck! She could feel the blood pumping into her cock. Fuck! That must be the "loss of morals and self-control" mentioned in the fine print of the pills. She needed to calm down, and to end this conversation quickly. Else an accident might really happen. Get to the point!

Sarah: "No, sorry, it was just a sample pack. But i might just be able to get another one... How do you always say it, mom? If you scratch my back, then I'll scratch yours... I could really use your help with something else first."

Monica: "But of course, my dear, what is it? What do you need? You know i will always do anything for you..."