Ending the Stream

Dawn had to run shortly after their mutual masturbation session. Her father knocking on the teen's bedroom door forcing an early end to their usual playtime. Now with a saturated pussy and nothing to do, she was left wondering how to spend the rest of her night. She could try calling up Heather, but she was never able to get privacy this late.

"All dressed up and no one to screw," Jenny said, bemoaning her loneliness as she stripped out of the lingerie and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was a fresh day. The teenager didn't bother throwing anything on as she stepped outside of her room to walk across the hallway into the upstairs bathroom. She wasn't sure if she was developing an exhibitionist streak or she had a single audience in mind, the only person sharing the house with her anymore, her mother. No one would be surprised that the two of them drew closer together after the **** of Jenny's father, but how close was she trying to get?

The thought made her pause, toothbrush hanging in her mouth, as she met her own eyes in the mirror.

"Well yeah," she mumbled through a frothy mouthful of toothpaste, "Mom's hot. I'm hot. But...does that mean I have to do anything about it? Or do I want to just because I can? Or because I hope I can?" Her introspection wasn't unfounded. The blossoming beauty found the privilege and power of being attractive intoxicating. Pushing people to see how far they'd go to earn her approval was becoming her new focus, and Dawn and Heather were a result of that. They'd been friends for over a decade, sure, but how many friend circles ended up in domme-sub lesbian hierarchies? She was just the perfect combination of horny, irresistible, and persuasive.

But that still didn't answer the question. Was she into her mother? For real? Or was she thinking about her just to see how far she could push her? Would she be looking forward to cuddling with her in bed or making her suck Dawn and Heather's juices off of her double ended dong like another submissive puppy slut?

"Por que no los dos?" she asked herself before spitting and washing her toothbrush. "If I'm going to do anything I need to lay a foundation. She's lonely. Let's work with that." Jenny rinsed her mouth out, spat, and headed back to her bedroom. "I could start tonight," she said, considering her options, "or I can call it early so I'll be up when she is."