Name : Taylor Ambrose<br/>Time : 5:00<br/>Location : Master Bedroom<br/>Target : Annabelle Ambrose<br/><br/>As she bent over, her skirt hugged every curve of her body before her. Taylor’s eyes were fixed to her daughter. Let me see what he sees. What is it about her that draws in his stares, his affection, and his lust? I have noticed his rock hard cock when he would watch her. He thinks I don’t notice, but oh how I have.  Her fingertips brush the fabric of her skirt along the edges just touching the skin on the back of her legs.  “Such a pristine uniform you wear. I shall be sad to see it go. It suits your body. Every curve, every toned muscle, even the parts of you that you feel are not as they should be are shown off to perfection. That is what your body is you know. Perfection.” All the while, her hands manipulating the skirt up and down along her legs. Never rising too far, but far enough to certainly make it appear she was going to expose her ass.  It was a tease really. A dance. Taylor wanted her daughter to fear it, to anticipate it, and to want it.<br/><br/>Quickly  she grabbed the material and flipped it up and over her ass revealing her panties. With a satisfied grin , her outstretched  fingers ran down Annabelle’s ass cheeks.”Such pretty panties for such a sweet  girl. Tell me. How many guys have seen your panties child?” Taylor still doesn’t give her daughter time to answer before one hand crashes down on her ass while the other remains in place. “You will show your mother respect. Is that clear? Do not move from this spot you are in unless you are told to do so. Is that understood?” Again her hand crashes down to her ass once, twice, three more times. She rubs her daughter’s assaulted ass listening, hoping for a sound of pain, relief, pleasure, anything really.  She slightly digs her nails into the tender flesh.  Taylor slowly sinks down  behind her daughter. Having brought  her face to her daughter’s presented  ass, she explores the young, nubile  body through the fabric. Her fingertips  swept  along the soft, supple skin.   Leaning forward, her nose not quite touching , she inhales deeply. A mixture of lavender and april spring laundry detergent and fabric softener. A hint of the sweet smelling body wash Annabelle used as well, but there was more. So much more. The sweetness of her pussy. Her asshole. Even the sweat that must have been built up in her daughter’s groin. It was all a toxic mixture to Taylor as her eyes rolled back, there was a  dreamy expression across her face.<br/><br/>Her fingers looped through the waist of her daughter’s panties, and Taylor pulled them down quickly without warning, without hesitation, and without a word to Annabelle. Her panties lay on the floor between her feet nearly discarded.  She grabbed at the material, guiding her daughter’s feet clear from it, until she was out of them. Taylor brought them to her nose and breathed in deeply the scent that was her daughter. The scent that would further drive her wild and only affirm the growing fact that she would have to have Annabelle right then.  Lowering them to the floor, her lips parted breathing heavy against Annabelle, she whispered one word. One word she wanted her daughter to hear. One word that would describe all she needed to know. “Mine.”