Jenny's mom picked up the bucket full of pussy juice and set it on the table. She then went over to the kitchen and grabbed a couple glasses from the cabinet, as Jenny stood up from the chair, her legs a little shaky from what had to have been the most intense sexual experience she'd ever had. She hated to admit it, but it had filled her up completely. She felt refreshed, invigorated, and ready to get on with her day. Her mom came back to the table with the glasses, set them down, and poured the juice from the bucket into them.
"I thought you might want a little juice with your breakfast," she said. "I know I do." She grinned lasciviously as she handed Jenny the glass. "Drink up. I'd hate for that pretty pussy to get all dry."
Staring at the glass in her hand revolted Jen. It was full of her own warm, clear liquids. She lifted it to her face, and it smelled like sweet flowers. It hadn't smelled like this before, this must be part of the curse, she figured. Jenny's mom kept looking at her funny.
"Drink up, sweetie."
Jen, unable to resist, raised the glass to her lips and started gulping it down. It tasted sweet, but still like pussy juice. She couldn't stop, taking it down her throat like she was incredibly thirsty. A trickle of it started to run down her chin. Her mother finished off as Jen did, putting her glass down with a satisfied sigh. "My daughter's pussy juice always tastes the best."
Jen wiped off her chin with her napkin, and fresh juice started trickling down her thighs. It was bad enough she was Kyle's sex slave. Did she have to be her mother's sex slave too?