You reluctantly pull up the tight white panties, translucent tights and small skirt. You find a tight bra and clip that on too, pushing your breasts into a satisfying 'V' on your chest. Turning to look in the mirror you observe yourself and come to the conclusion that you look hot as fuck. Its all your moms genes, and you know it. She has the same features but is only slightly taller; her skin still smooth and youthful though she is now well into her 40's, her wrinkles only laughter lines. Thinking about her like this you feel a slight tingle in your fanny, but dismiss it as an itch and quickly ignore it to finish dressing yourself. You pull on your shirt and school blouse, tie up your tie and slide into your school shoes before putting on your minimal makeup of mascara along with blusher and heading downstairs for breakfast.
When you get downstairs your mom is already rushing about trying to get your siblings ready- you have a younger brother and sister. Your brother is 9 and a little shit, but strong and intelligent. He plays pranks on you constantly, and you hate him for it. Your sister is younger, but only by two years. It is obvious that she will be beautiful when she is your age, but for now she's just a sweet kid.
Waiting at the breakfast bar is a tall glass of what looks like blackberry ribena, and a large bowl of high fiber cereals mixed as you like it. You smile inwardly as your mom is always trying to make your life easier. You get milk from the fridge for your cereal and sit down to eat.
"morning mom" you say as you shovel food into your mouth
"goodmorning baby, how did you sleep?" she says in passing
"OK, but my clothes are all dirty! I have to wear these from yearrrsss ago" you comment as you sigh
"baby..." she surprises you from behind and grabs your breasts, pushing them up as she exclaims "I thought you loved attracting all that attention with those tight clothes!!"
you nearly choke on your cereal and push her off
"mommmmmmmm! what the fuck!"
she pulls away and gives you a quick spank "language please!"
You notice your little brother peeping at you from behind a door frame and scowl at him while you finish your cereal. He sticks his tongue out and runs away. You drink your glass of ribena and get up to get your bag.
"mom that ribena tasted funny!" you say as your tummy grumbles unhappily.
"ugh! its because you just had milk!" she says as she hurries past.
You think nothing of it and check your phone, you'll be late if you don't leave soon. You run upstairs to grab your bag, taking the steps three at a time. When you get in your room you shut the door and have a last moment of peace. You sigh and stick your hand down the front of your skirt for one last taste, but as you do so you notice some eyes looking up at you from under your bed. You jolt and your finger accidentally pokes into your tight anus.
"Ow!" you jump over and kick him out from under the bed "what the fuck get out you nasty little shit!"
he squeals and loudly observes "Jennys got an itchy faaannnyyyy!"
you push him out the door and slam it behind you as he continues his chant down the stairs. You can vaguely hear your mom scolding him for being rude downstairs, but you shut it out as you resume finishing your breakfast. sucking your finger something tastes a little different, so you wipe your pussy again and the taste is gone. It was earthy and kind of nice, "could it be?.." you think as your hand enters your panties again but this time a finger bends round to enter your tight ass. You taste it again and like it! Its kind of interesting, tastes a little like--
"Jenny! What are you doing up there! come on we've got to go if you want a lift!" Mom shouts from downstairs above the sounds of your siblings
You push the thought from your head, dry your finger on the back of your jeans and run downstairs with your bag.
"have you got your lunch?!" your mom says loudly
"Ill go get it!"
you run to the kitchen and grab your lunch but you find your water bottle is full of ribena, but you're distracted from emptying and changing it to water it by loud protests with thunder from your tummy. you put your hand on your tummy as your phone goes off. You check it, its one of your girlfriends Paola asking if you want to catch the bus with her.
"Do you want a lift or not sweetie?!" your mom approaches with keys in her hand, "everyone else is in already in the car, come on!"
Thinking quickly you decide to: