"Did you have a good night's sleep?" Katie asked her daughter.
"Yeah, I did. But this morning was even better," Teresa said, still grinning. But her mom didn't see because she was so busy fixing breakfast.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Katie asked.
"This," Teresa said, walking up behind her mom. She moved her hands up underneath her mom's blouse, then cupped her mother's breasts.
"Teresa, what are you doing?!" Katie yelled, shocked that her daughter could be doing something ... something so ... something so nice. "Oh, don't stop! That feels wonderful!" Katie yelled out, moaning as she did. "Here, let me make it easier for you." She pulled off her blouse and then her bra, letting her D-cup breasts bounce free.
Teresa smiled at the sight of them. She wished her breasts were as good-looking as her mother's. Unfortunately, hers were just B-cups. But she could always fix that, maybe with implants. Yeah, implants. She had to make a note to herself to check up on that later. She wanted the biggest, sexiest pair of breasts she could get.
Katie smiled down at her daughter, who was caressing, squeezing, and kneading her mother's breasts. It just felt so good. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to touch Teresa's breasts too. Part of her knew it was wrong, but the desire for it was just too great. She had to face facts. Her daughter was incredibly hot and Katie loved hot women. Teresa's breasts were a little small for her tastes, but that could be fixed with surgery or maybe ...
Without even really thinking, she began to lift off her daughter's shirt and then remove her bra. And before she knew it, she was doing to Teresa's breasts what Teresa was doing to hers. She just loved touching breasts. It made her so hot, so turned on. She never wanted this to stop.
