She got out of bed. She searched for some clothing to wear, and found a pair of cut-off jeans with frayed edges. She pulled them on and found a large bandanna for her tits. The jeans had been cut off high enough so her creamy hips were exposed, and the delicate curves of her ass cheeks could be seen. Peggy did not think of this as she went downstairs.

She wondered why her mother had not awakened her as she usually did each morning.

"Good morning, sleepy head," her mother smiled, as Peggy entered the kitchen. "I thought you'd stay in bed all day."

"You didn't wake me up, Mother," Peggy said, sitting down at the table.

"I thought you needed some rest, honey," her mother said. "You're acting strange lately."

"I'm okay, Mother," Peggy mumbled.

"Want some breakfast, baby?" Ann asked.

"I'm not hungry," Peggy replied.

Ann came to her daughter and placed her hand on Peggy's forehead. "Hmmmm, no fever," she said softly. She cupped Peggy's chin and held her face up. "I wish you'd tell me what's bothering you, Peggy."

Suddenly tears welled up in Peggy's eyes. She clutched her mother about the hips, burying her face into her mother's dress. She sobbed softly, holding desperately to her mother's body. She felt her mother running her hand through her hair, and her arms tightened.

As she pressed her face against her mother, Peggy's mind was flooded with what she had seen the night before. She could see it just as clearly as if it were happening again. Her mother's dark-haired cunt, lifting, meeting her father's enormous cock. The loudness of her sobs grew softer, and to her horror, Peggy found that her hands had dropped lower on her mother's back. She tried to make her hands stop, but they had a will of their own. Shocked, she found her hands moving over her mother's ass cheeks, feeling and caressing the beautiful swell of them. Her mother's dress was very thin, and Peggy could not feel the lines of panties.