Merry's App Function

After closing the door, you think about what you saw. It made you a little excited. Your vagina is wet, and your nipples are starting to get hard. They stand out on your nightgown. Usually, you’d have changed before making breakfast, but your mind was too distracted.

Perhaps you should think more about your hair. Tiffany looked beautiful, all smooth. You take care of it occasionally, about once a month, to keep things from becoming too much. But from now on, you’ll clean up more!

As you are thinking, Merry leaves her room. Her shoulder-length hair is in a bit of a mess as she yawns. She’s always preferred short hair. It’s easier to take care of, she told you.

“Good morning,” you say with a smile.

Merry looks over and rubs her eyes. “Good morning, mom.”

You decide to try Merry’s functions now. You select Accidental Humiliation and Mother Double Trouble. Moments after selecting it, Merry trips over her own feet. You reach out to catch her, and she falls into you. She grabs your nightgown as she completely loses her footing. All her weight goes onto your clothes, and they rip in half.

She slides down your body as your clothes give way, pulling your conservative nightgown to the ground with her. Thankfully the fabric kept her under control, so she isn’t hurt. She looks up at your exposed body with wide eyes.

You squat down to help her, not even thinking about your nudity. Your daughter is more important than that. However, it puts your daughter's face close to your exposed vagina. You notice Merry’s eyes on your slightly excited vagina and blush.

You grab her shoulder and ask, “are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she states absentmindedly. Her hands shake as she pulls your nightgown from the ground. “Sory, mom!”

“You are more important than a nightgown. I would sacrifice them all to make sure you're safe!”

“But you’re naked,” Merry states, looking you over again. She then looks away with her whole face red.

“It doesn’t matter,” you state as you hug her head to your chest. You hadn’t thought about it sexually, but feeling her breath on your nipples quickly turns them from partially erect to fully.

Merry gingerly hugs you back and then tries to pull away. “I get it, mom!” She pulls away and falls on her butt. Her legs spread wide you both notice her pants have been pulled down. She must have tripped on a pant leg.

Her simple white under is wet with arousal. You look at it in surprise while Merry yelps and covers herself up. “It’s not what you think,” she squeaks with tears in her eyes.

You give her a reassuring smile and pull up her pants. “It’s fine, honey. You go eat, and I’ll get dressed.”

“Uhg, I’m being treated like a kid,” Merry mumbles, but even though she’s frustrated, she can’t hide her excitement. “If you say so, mom.”

You help her up, and she goes over to the table, still bright red. You go to your room and get dressed in your traditional simple dress. “She really got wet from that,” you whisper. It is her fetish, according to KDK, but you didn’t expect such a good reaction.

You resist touching yourself. Even though you are easily aroused, you promised never to masturbate while the kids are home. It honestly makes summer hard for you. Once you get yourself together, you return to the table.

You sit down and begin to eat. Merry keeps her head down as she eats. Every so often, you see her glance at you and blush. Eventually, Tiffany joins you with her hair done up and in her uniform.

Tiffany pulls out her chair and looks at Merry. “What’s wrong?” she asks as she sits down.

“Nothing,” Merry mutters.

You shake your head. “don’t worry, she’s just embarrassed,” you explain.

“What happened?” Tiffany asks you with mild interest.

“I said nothing!” Merry squeaks.

Tiffany relents, “I get it.”

After you finish dinner, Tiffany heads towards the door. “Tiffany,” you call to her.

“What?” she questions, turning around.

“You should take your sister out. It’s not healthy for her to stay in all the time,” you say.

“Why I’m busy with the club,” she retorts.

“What are you talking about? You are leaving for a state university. Let the ones staying take care of the club,” you retort with your hands on your hip.

Tiffany bulks at your insinuation that she’s abanding the club and responds, “you stay at home all the time too. You should go out together.”

You open your mouth in realization. “Your right. We should go out together!” you exclaim over your shoulder at Merrry.

“Don’t I have a say in this?” Merry asks meekly.

“Come on, it’s not good to play games all day,” you say. You think for a moment and devise an excuse, “I need to get a new nightgown.”

Merry looks away, blushing. “Fine.”

Tiffany looks at Merry in realization. “What did you do to mom’s nightgown?”

“Nothing!” Merry yells back, flushing an even deeper shade of red.

Tiffany laughs and makes her escape towards the door. After she puts on her shoes, you put a hand on her shoulder. “What now, she,” she asks with an exasperated tone.

You reach out and unbutton the neck of her shirt. It usually covers the kneck entirely, but now it shows her clavicle and a bit of shoulder. “You need to practice, remember?” You gently touch Tiffany’s exposed skin with a loving smile. “Your neck is quite beautiful.”

Tiffany looks down at the ground. “Won’t I be a bad influence on my juniors?”

You laugh. “You’re leaving your one million-dollar-a-year tuition school to go to a state-funded university. How can you be a any worse influence?”

Tiffany swallows and looks at you with puppy dog eyes. “Alright, I understand.” She leaves with slumped shoulders. Maybe you went too far. You think as she closes the door.