Jennifer quickly rose, her hands slamming onto the duchess she sat in front of before she spun around to face her mother. Joan feigned surprise. “Jennifer what’s gotten into you?!” She stammered, taking a half step back herself. Joan could see the pained look on Jennifer's face, the crimson blush that adorned her cheeks as the inevitable lust crept over her. She inhaled the room, the scent of Jenn’s heated loins was thick in the air. And she could already see the beginnings of Jennifer's erection, slowly tenting her dress. ”Here it comes.” She thought to herself. “Her own dependant. Someone to claim.”
But it wasn’t to be.
Jennifer took off, storming passed Joan in a shaking mess. “I’m sorry!” She cried out, ripping the door open as she barreled out into the hallway, her hooves skidding against the hardwood floor as she made for the bathroom. She flung her dress over her head before tugging at her damp panties. Once inside the tub her fingers began frantically spinning the faucets as finally frigid cold water blasted her back, knocking the breath right out of her. Frozen in place beneath the icy water, Jenn didn’t notice the pink lumps fading from her abdomen. She huffed in short shallow breaths as slowly she acclimatised to the waters bitterness, her lust faded as her cock grew limp. “Too close…” Jenn sighed, slumping down into the bathtub, deciding to wait in the water’s reprieve just a while longer.
Joan stood alone in Jennifer's room. Her eyebrow twitched as she fumed, dropping the hairbrush to the ground, wondering where she could have gone wrong. “She still had the damn sense to go have a shower…. Of course.” She muttered beneath her breath as she heard the creaking of the water pipes. Joan walked over to the chair that Jenn had sat on, where the stench of her sex was the strongest. Immediately she could see the evidence of her daughters arousal, the seats fabric was damp, a thin wet line where her slit was nestled left a small puddle of residue atop the cushion. Joan sniffed, inhaling the dirty aroma as her own cock stiffened, begging her to go on. Her nose pulled her closer until she was kneeling in front of the seat, mere inches from the mess. Her eyes fluttered shut as her tongue lapped out. Tasting the leftover juices as she longed for sex.Her cock bulged beneath her clothing and her hand wavered in midair, fighting the urge to grip it and stroke. But she knew she couldn’t give in. She had to be strong, she had to make Jenn give herself to her. Joan slammed her fist into the floor, scowling as she pulled herself back up onto her hooves. She brought herself back to calm, watching the bulge slowly dissipate as her senses cleared. She’d tainted Jenn’s mind. Now all she had to do was wait.
With a clear head and the shower still running Joan decided to use the time alone in her daughter's room to her advantage. She slipped over to Jennifer's pillow, taking it from the pillowcase before straddling it between her legs. Her own feminine juices soaked up into the fabric before she changed position and rubbed the tip of her cock down its length. The entire time she had the pillow between her legs she had to fight the urge to urinate, to mark it as her own. "That would be too obvious... She'd throw it away...." She chanted in her mind, before finally she pulled the pillow from her sex. Satisfied with her work, Joan lifted the pillow to her nose, inhaling her own stench deeply with a twisted moan before sliding the pillow away in its case, placing it back where she'd found it. Satisfied, Joan wandered