Jenny grabbed a pair of panties and wiped up the juices from the bed, then hefted up her curvy frame toward her bathroom. It was so foreign how her new body shook and quivered as she walked, the flesh of her ass shifting back and forth, her breasts slapping gently on her belly. She cranked the shower faucet and turned, catching herself in the stained cabinet mirror. She had a lip piercing, and a number of tattoos. A pair of wings graced her shoulder blades, and she glanced down to see a tramp stamp reading "good times," and further still, "great ass" on either cheek. This was all too much for her to process. She needed to find a way to reverse the changes. What scared her the most was she could feel part of herself enjoy it, to take pride in her ample figure, to long for another indulgence of self-pleasure.
Just then, the door swung open again, as her mother Claire entered with plate of burnt toast and shriveled sausage links. Her silk robe hung open, leaving the rest of her on full display.
"Sorry to butt in again baby, just got your breakfast here - oh great, you got a shower going. Let me join ya, I gotta wash the sex off before my next client. He's a first timer, wanna make a good impression."
She put the plate on her dresser and flung off the robe, sauntering into the shower, her impossibly huge breasts swaying pendulously.
"Mom, um, can't you - "
"Come on baby," her mother interrupted, "You know we gotta save water. Come on, get your sweet cheeks in here, we're no strangers."
Jenny squeezed in the stall next to her mother in the one-person stall. They could hardly turn around without sliding up against each other. As her mother bent over for the soap, she could see they had matching back tattoos, though her mom's were joined by knives and roses around the script. She wondered if there was a story here, and why she couldn't stop staring at her mother's ass, which matched her breasts in its girth.
Her mother spoke casually as she soaped her tits. "Hope I didn't keep you up last night. The overnight clients pay too much to pass up. A lot of 'em mostly just cuddle, but this one was makin' up for lost time I think."
Jenny nodded awkwardly as she took her turn with the soap.
"Hey honey, you mind getting my back here." Her mother leaned into her, rubbing her ass right into her crotch. Jenny gingerly ran the soap up and down her back, keeping her gaze at the wall or ceiling. "Hey don't forget my ass, it needs it the most." Claire jutted out her ass again and Jenny let her hands descend over its smooth curves, resisting the urge to squeeze it, to see how much she could get in her hand. She then heard moaning and looked down to see her mother vigorously fingering herself.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
Claire cocked her head quizzically. "What does it look like? I'm getting turned on from getting my ass rubbed and I'm fingering my twat. Join in if you want, you need any help?"
Jenny was looking clearly distressed, as her mother turned to face her, gently gripping her shoulders. "Baby, I don't know what your deal is. This family is run on sex. It brought you into the world, it pays for the rent, and it feels fucking amazing. It's how I express myself, and I know how vocal you can get too. You gotta loosen up and embrace it." She leaned in further. "Besides, I've seen how you look at me. You're gonna tell me my amazing body doesn't make you tingle?"
Claire slid her tongue along her daughter's lips and let her hand fondle her lower ones. Jen moaned as pure euphoria began to cloud her judgement. Soon the two were making out heavily, fingering each other and groping their large respective asses. Her mother grit her teeth as Jen buried her hand in her ass crack and shoved two fingers in the hole. Part of her was screaming inside to stop, to pull herself away and save her soul, but her building lust was far too overpowering. She could feel the voice of reason get smaller as she got closer to climax, mouth open, tongue slack.
"Come for me baby," her mother groaned, "Squirt for mommy, I'm so close too." They screamed in unison and Jen could feel her mother's warm juices hit her thigh, dissipating with the shower water.
Still catching her breath, Claire gave her daughter a parting kiss and nipple twist. "I'll let you get ready. Don't be late now." She walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to towel off, as Jen stood in the stall processing what had just occurred.