Her mother. As for what she wants, well...

As she stepped out of the store and onto the sidewalk, Jamie realized how much louder her new shoes were compared to her sneakers. With those, the futa had been nearly silent, not drawing attention to herself, but the shiny new ones? Their 'clack, clack, clack' announced Jamie's presence wherever she went, her puffy dress bouncing with the futa's every step. She couldn't keep from smiling - never before had Jamie felt this good when wearing something. And the feeling wasn't even sexual. Well, not entirely; the futa's cock was still tingling and throbbing a little, despite her escapades with Jenny. But mainly, Jamie felt large and in charge, particularly up top, now that her breasts weren't so pitifully tiny anymore. She hadn't had this level of self-confidence in, well... ever, really.

And people noticed: More than once, Jamie caught men and even some women looking at her appreciatively, others seemed to judge her less favorably, if their expressions were anything to go by. But the futa reacted to all stares in the same way - with a bright smile. After all, her first outing in her new body had ended with three new friends, a new wardrobe and last but not least bigger tits! Okay, there were some issues she had to deal with, but who hadn't some of those? And really, hers were some total first world problems: "Do I feed my step-dad some of my cum so he doesn't throw me out or not?" "Is it a problem that I'm now so horny that I need sex several times a day - and am hot enough to get it?" "Is it normal that I go from 'this is awesome' to 'fuck, I'm a freak' so fast?"

Well, the last question was definitely something she needed to talk about with someone. It was probably nothing much, some mood swings were to be expected if your whole life was turned on its head within a day, but better to be sure. Still, all in all, Jamie considered the bottom line to be a net positive. Girlfriend, better relationship with her mother, new friends, even a bit of internet fame - maybe she could even spin this into a career as a model for lolita fashion! Alright, probably not. But it was fun thinking about it. The fact that Jamie's relationship with her mother was now so good the older woman was constantly trying to get in her pants, well... That took some getting used to, to say the least. But it felt oh so very good. And her mother's tits were simply sublime.

Deep in thought, Jamie almost walked past her own house, only just catching herself in time to head up the driveway instead of the path to the door. But as she walked towards the garage, the futa saw something that quickly ended her introspection: Through the open door, she could see that her mother's car stood inside. Wait, why was she... Anne was supposed to work until the evening, wasn't she? Had something happened?!

Jamie hurried inside, worrying about Lily, about her father, maybe Anne had gotten hurt and someone else had driven the car back to the house and... Soft moans coming from the living room dispersed any fears the futa might have had. Instead, a certain weariness spread within her, but that, too, didn't last long - after all, Jamie had fucked three different people throughout the morning and noon, so getting annoyed at her mother for being horny would be a little hypocritical. Instead, Jamie set down the bags with her new clothes and decided to take a peek into the living room. She'd had sex with her mother several times, so saying hi while Anne got herself off shouldn't be out of the question. Besides, the futa did feel a certain swelling occur, or rather, intensify underneath her petticoats as Anne's moans rose in volume...