Like Daughter...

Heading for her closet, Delia opened the door up.

Inside, a variety of outfits awaited. But none of them were what she had in mind at the moment. No, her mind was on thoughts of her daughter's outfit. That wonderful leopard skin bikini. She wasn't sure why it was so burned into her mind. Maybe it was the way that the smell had shown her the truth. The apple didn't fall from tree, for lack of a better word.

"Where is it?" she thought, pushing away clothes that would soon be donated. She had sworn that she had a bikini much like Ash's at one time. But where could it possibly be?

Piling the clothes up in one corner, the whore came across her prize.

"Bingo." Delia mumbled, a thought coming to her head. Delia was a name for a woman, not a whore. Since she had just sucked her first pussy mere minutes earlier and her clothes were gratefully ruined by said juices. Maybe Pussy was the name for her? Yeah. That sounded nice. Which brought a new problem. She had a new first name, but now her last name was inappropriate for someone of her status. As her bra and panties went off for the pink leopard bikini, 'Licker' came to mind. Not only denoting her new status, it told any prospective woman everything they needed to know about her. Give her some money and your pussy would get licked. "Sounds, wonderful."

Licking her lips, Pussy's breasts grew a cup size. Not quite near her daughter's, but getting there as the whore walked out of her bedroom. No, their bedroom.