Jennifer prodded her mother again, poking a sweaty, sausage-like finger into the deep soft flesh of her upper arm. Again, her mother was unresponsive, staring straight ahead, slack jawed and glass-eyed, and absently scratching her thick bush. A wicked smile spread across Jen's face. "Ah, I know what you want, Mom," she said as her hand disappeared into the deep patch of hair. "Fine, that's fair. I help you, you help me." Her fingers eventually found her mother's naturally engorged clitoris and began rubbing slowly and rhythmically.
Her mother gradually became aware of the situation and emitted a low glottal humming sound that became heavier over time. "Whatcha doin' hon?" She asked slowly.
"Making you feel good. You like that, Mommy? No one can do that like me, huh"
Uh-huh," she responded, her face becoming flush.
"You want me to keep going? Want me to get you off?"
"Yes, please..."
"What do I get in return? Will you feed me anything I want?"
"Uh-huh, just don't stop."
With all her strength Jennifer hoisted a leg over her mother's lap to better position herself. She moved her fingers faster over her mother's clitoris.
"All right, first how about...some meatloaf -- with a mushroom gravy. Just like the kind you made when I was a kid." Her mother's face clenched then released as her stained underwear filled with meatloaf. Jennifer scooped her free hand in and filled her face with it as she kept working her mother to climax. "Mmmm, not too bad mom. Here, you try some." She brought a handful to her mother's mouth; she greedily inhaled it, licking the lingering sauce from her daughter's fat fingers. "Yeah, I knew you were hungry," Jennifer laughed. "Good thing you still know how to cook." Her mother was too checked out to acknowledge the joke.
"You know what would go great with this," Jennifer said. "A nice cold beer. How about a Guiness?" She lifted her mom's left breast to her mouth as she stuck two fingers in her vagina. As she sucked, ice cold Guiness flowed freely into her mouth. Man, she hadn't chugged like this since that frat party she sneaked into last fall. She got a mouthful of beer and then kissed her mother, letting half of it enter her mouth. Her breath smelled like rotting meat and dog feces -- oh what heaven! She jammed her tongue into her mouth and shoved her mother's hand down her pants. Of course, it took her blitzed out mom a moment to catch on, but eventually they were mutually frigging each other to orgasm, bellies full of beer and meatloaf. They simultaneously piqued with a low guttural moan. Jennifer let her head drop against her mother's mammoth breast, absolutely spent. Satisfied, the two fell asleep against each other.