So close, yet so, so far.

After a few moments, Jessica was able to regain her composure and steady herself, along with my mother. The latter attempted to pat down her clothes, while the former plopped nudely onto a chair, heaving softly.

"My god..." With a tsk, my mother looks at her watch. "It is late. We have to go." She fixes her hair in front of a mirror. "Come on, Jess."

What is it about schedules that make us feel like prisoners? Maybe it was out of mercy that I suddenly came up with the idea stewing in me.

Suddenly, Mom stops, just as her hand reaches for the door handle, and she formally lifts her skirt up.

"Oh, before we go, would you lick my asshole for a bit, sweetie?"

Jessica frowns. "Mom..."

"Is that a whine I hear?"

Jessica repeats her interjection from earlier.

"Jessica, I am no longer asking you." She thrusts out her upskirted rear further out, flipping her hair across her shoulder as she looks at Jessica sternly. "I'm telling you. Lick your mom's asshole or dance privileges are revoked."

"This is so WRONG. Isn't, like, **** WRONG?" Failing to appeal to the impatient finger-tapping woman's sense of morality, Jessica descends to her knees. She shifts her face in front of our mother's backside. Then, after a resigned exhale, she plants her nose right above her puckered hole, mouth right onto the miniature crater, and out goes the tongue, albeit out of view.

Jessica's brows are furrowed as she persists with her tonguejob on the MILF's ass chute, while my mother closes her eyes with a clear, serene look on her face. I nod in my seat, sinking into the sofa. She could thank me later.

This wraps up with the two ladies having the swell idea to insert a cucumber up Mom's ass, which Jessica obliges. The skirt is seamlessly let back down and smoothed over as my mom creases out her top and adjusts the waist of the skirt with a traveling thumb. The two head back for the door when another wave throbs through the room.

"Mom," Jessica suddenly stops. Mom turns back to look at her impatiently.

"Jessica, we can't stop for anything else. We are already way behind schedule."

"Can you worship my feet, first?"

"Jessica, honey, I..." My mom's eyes dart down. The woman seems to maintain her pointed gaze before finally letting out a hefty sigh. "...I suppose a few seconds should be okay."

Jessica beams. She drops her butt on a nearby end-table, and lifts up her legs. With no indication of any discomfort with this scenario, or the implications of it, Mom drops to the ground, smoothing her skirt as she does. Then she grabs her daughter's joined extremities with a hand, lifts them up to eye-level, then buries her pretty face in her younger look-a-like's soft, smooth soles, rubbing them against her cheek, her nose, and mouth, shooting them with loving, loud kisses.

With a freshly spawned bucket of popcorn, I sit back and enjoy the show. Nothing like some mother daughter bonding, I say.