Sarah greets her mother

Sarah wanted to talk to her mother, to see if she would be willing to go shopping (or more precisely: pay!) for new bras and other clothes in general. When Sarah descended the stairs, she could feel her apples sized balls and her thick flaccid cock dangling between her legs. That was certainly something she needed to get used to.

"Mooooom? Where are you?"

"In the kitchen, my dear. You don't need to yell so loudly."

"Sorry, mom", Sarah apologized, as the kitchen was just through the next door. When she entered the kitchen, she could see her mother, Monica, putting away some dishes.

Monica was in her late thirties, almost forty, and although one could sometimes see the first sign of wrinkles on her face, she was still very much beautiful and could turn some heads in a nice dress or even a bikini. One could clearly see where Sarah had inherited her looks: Monica had blonde hair, a thin waist, and nicely sized breasts. She wore a green asymmetric midi dress with only one shoulder strap. A modest one though, which didn't offer any cleavage.

Sarah could always look up to her mother, and not only because her mother was a few inches taller than her. But because Monica has been a single mom as long as Sarah could remember, and despite all obligations, between her job as a physician assistant and taking care of the household, she always has a open ear and time for her children. They had a really close relation, so when Sarah gave her mother a loving hug to greet her, and her mother responded in kind, that wasn't anything unusual.

What was unusual for Monica was an unknown smell that lingered on her daughter. She couldn't pinpoint what it was, but she knew that she enjoyed it very much and took a deep breath. Probably a new shampoo? Hmmm. It smells really nice! At the same time hugging her daughter felt unusually good. Really good. Oh my, what is happening? Monica suddenly became flushed with arousal and could feel her nipples harden, something which had never happened before when hugging her daughter. Am i getting aroused by my own daughter? The situation was making her speechless, and unable to react in any way, but what she knew was that she really wanted to hold on tight and enjoy the sensation.

Sarah equally wondered what was up. Her mother kept on hugging unusually long and very tightly, which in turn made her aware of the increased sensitivity of her breasts, and the pressure applied to them by her mother's warm body. And she just couldn't help it, the longer the hug took, the more she got reminded of the new member between her legs as well, and imagined what it would feel like to have it lovingly caressed by warm hands.
"Thanks for the hug mom, but i'm good now!"
To prevent any unwanted accident, Sarah ended the hug and quickly moved around the kitchen counter. With her lower body hidden from view that way, she placed one hand over her robe on the base of her member, so she would immediately know if something was up. Just in case.