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Penny knows her mother is lonely, so she lets her do this to her when she's drunk. It's not like it's a bad time, anyway, even if it makes her feel wrong and disgusting when she rubs her hand over her panties and calls her my little girl. She knows that she doesn't mean her harm, that she's just drunk and desperate for touch and want—Pelican Town is all too small for her to have sex with anyone without it getting back to the whole town. And well, Penny's not going to tell anyone her mom likes to press her vibrator against her panties until she squirts.
"There you are," her mother breathes as she pushes her down onto the ratty old couch. It's not the first time she's stained it with her juices and it's probably not the last. Pam's breath stinks of beer as she pulls her into a messy kiss, her magic wand shuffling over her skirt until it finds her crotch, rubbing over her white cotton panties. "Mmh. That's my girl. Ready to come for momma?"
Penny lets out a soft whimper and nods, tilts her head back just as the toy starts to vibrate against her pussy, the thin cotton not enough to save her from the strong pleasure that goes from her core all the way to the tips of her toes. She moans and closes her eyes, hips bucking up into it as Pam leans down to kiss her again, swallowing up her noises.
Her mom is just lonely, Penny tells herself as she starts to get wet enough to drench her panties, Pam's hold of the vibrator just right, pressing against her clit without becoming overwhelming. Mom is just lonely, she doesn't mean anything by it, I'm just who she can fuck out of anyone in Pelican Town—
Pam looks down at her with an animal hunger.
"It's all for you, sweet girl," she breathes, voice shaky with drink. "Come for mama, make a mess for me."
Penny can't hold on anymore, and so she does, eyes rolling back as she squirts, drenching over the cotton and onto the couch, gasping as Pam presses the wand harder over her cunt. She squirms desperately, hips bucking up as she climaxes.
It's all for her. She always says this, but Penny almost never believes her. This time, however, as Pam looks down at her with an affection that's almost never there, she wants to believe her, a strange love blooming over her as Pam slides down onto her knees, pressing her face against her soaked panties and taking a breath.
"Mmh, ah, mom—!"
"Yeah," Pam groans, her breath tickling her inner thigh before her tongue drags over the cotton, earning a gasped out moan. "Yeah, sweet girl. Just lay there and let me please you."
Penny doesn't protest much to that, the orgasms her mother gives her much better than the ones she manages to give herself. As much as it wounds her to admit it, she's just as lonely as her mom, and this ritual always helps her think that they're not so bad after all.