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The sound of Becky fucking herself filled the room along with the heady aroma of her sex sending Stacey wild. As Stacey watched she saw Becky jerk and writhe in orgasm and a copious amount of fluid bubbled round the dildo and all Stacey could think of was “she is a squirter like me.” If it hadn’t been her daughter Stacey would have been on the bed in a flash, but instead she quietly shut the door and made her way back to her room, her heart pounding in her chest and her brain spinning at a thousand miles per hour. Lying on her back on her bed Stacey stared into the darkness and the picture of her daughter masturbating to porn was very clear in her mind's eye. As Stacey pictured the youthful lithe body, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter and had an over whelming urge to touch herself. “Oh God,” she thought, “I am getting Big Boobs turned on by my own daughter's body,” and as Stacey started to strum her clit, she found herself wondering what he daughter might taste like. “I shouldn’t think like this,” Stacey chided herself but the image was too strong as she saw in detail her daughter’s fingers covered in sticky goo and wished that it was her goo they were covered in. Stacey had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out as she orgasmed on her own fingers, plunging three in and out while twisting her nipple with the other hand, just like her semi-regular girlfriend Big Tits did. Late the following morning Becky came into the kitchen as Stacey was making herself a sandwich as it was nearly lunchtime and said, “Morning Mum, I slept like a log last night.” Stacey had to bite back the comment about, “not surprised after you fucked yourself silly,” and instead replied, “So what plans do you have for what left of the day, it’s still a week until Christmas so guess you will be out partying every evening.” “Dunno Mum,” Becky replied, “not sure if I am honest if I even want to mix with the old crowd.” Stacey detected a note of sadness in her daughter’s voice and pouncing on it asking, “Is everything OK Becky, is Uni going alright?” “It’s fine Mum, don’t worry.” Becky laughed in response. “It’s not boy trouble is it?” Stacey joked, “You are not going to make me a grandmother are you,” holding her hand to her mouth in mock horror. The change that came over her daughter shocked Stacey as Becky snapped, “Stop bloody nagging me Mum, you are as bad as Dad, going on all the time about settling down and the patter of tiny feet. Am getting fed up of it.” With that Becky grabbed her jacket and left, slamming the door behind her leaving a shocked Stacey still holding the butter knife in one hand and a half-buttered slice of bread in the other. A couple of hours later and a flurry of exchanged texts between them found things a little calmer with Stacey saying she was sorry and Becky doing the same. Becky had agreed she would be home around 7 and they could have dinner together and perhaps even watch a movie. Stacey moved around the house with her usual efficiency and making sure everything was tidied away and with the bolognaise sauce bubbling away took some spare towels up to Becky’s bedroom. Opening the door and staring at the bed, Stacey got a flash back to last night’s scene and felt herself blush but at the same time get wet between her legs. Stacey hated masturbation herself but couldn’t help checking under the pillow and when she found the dildo bought it out and examined it carefully. Holding dildo it to her nose she inhaled and could smell her daughter’s scent over the smell of the latex and she had the urge to actually lick it. Putting it back guiltily Stacey tidied the room and when she lifted the laptop from the bed and onto the chest of drawers when to her surprise it sprang into life. The wallpaper was some picture of her and Becky on holiday when Becky was still small and the screen was locked and demanded a password. Stacey knew she was wrong, she knew this was an invasion of her daughter’s privacy but she couldn’t help herself. As Stacey looked at the screen and wondered what the password might be, she recalled that yesterday when they had been clearing out the loft together, they had found an old hamster cage. Becky had clapped her hands in glee and they laughed about her daughter’s first pet, Mr Buggles, a hamster she had got for her 11th birthday. Mr Buggles had passed away in its cage one-night causing great grief and mourning throughout the house until it was buried with more pomp and ceremony than a state funeral. Becky wouldn’t stop talking about how much busty that hamster had meant to her and how she would always remember it. Laughing softly to herself but biting her bottom lip in nervous anticipation Stacey typed in ‘MrBuggles’ to the laptop. He easily removed the obstacle he'd created to block the door there and entered the circular room. Then a flaw in her plan arose, and she paused the busty video to study Evan's face. She did masturbation as instructed. "YOU'RE FUCKIN' ON!!!" Cinnamon burned her throat as the whiskey traveled home. I try to move away but again she shifts and I’m now in no doubt at all that she has done this deliberately. Liz had jet black hair and fair skin; her daughter was also fair skinned but her hair was more brunette. But this was a goat in the backyard and I was so hot…I didn’t know where my dog Big Tits was and I needed fucking and coming…the Big Boobs goat was here and now and I didn’t want to wait for release…I held the goat’s cock motioning it to me a little more…just a little more…please goat! Aaand as it turns out, I’ve found myself a real gem here at home”. She moans like she has lost control. By standing behind her he dildo was able to squat enough to where her head would pull back over his shoulder. She smiled and blushed. I closed the door and trooped down the stairs.