As Amber looks you over, you note with approval that your daughter is a real hot piece. Of course, as her mother, you are expected to be prejudiced, but everything about her should meet with universal approval. Fine long satin black hair topping an excellent figure with magnificent thrusting breasts topped by perky nipples. Long strong legs, smooth tender skin... She is just the way you would want your daughter to turn out...
Physically.

Her attitude is quite another story. She is not showing the appreciation she should for all the trouble you went to to give birth to her. "So what are you bothering me for?"

"I'm your mother. I'm suppose to guide you and take care of you."

"Yeah, right. You are just going to be a bother."

"Certainly not. I'll be helping you and seeing to your needs."

"Seeing to my needs..." She gets a funny look as she continues "Hmm, maybe you can do that. Why not take a look around and give me some suggestions?"

That sounds reasonable, so you stride into the room and she shuts the door behind you. Looking around, you advance to the messy bed and announce "You really should make this..." when you are shoved forward onto the bed.

You feel hands on your ankles and look back to see Amber bringing your feet to her mouth "One thing I need is a good snack." and with that, she pops them into her maw.

"Amber! That is no way to treat your mother!" Good advice, but Amber is paying no attention. Instead she swallows more of you. You continue to try to convince her to stop, tho you have to admit that a mother should be self-sacrificing for her daughter's needs. But is this too much of a sacrifice?

Or is it entirely too little?
As Amber works her way up your legs, you feel the familiar signs of sexual stimulation. That horrifies you. You shouldn't be getting off with your daughter!
But you are...
As Amber reaches your womanly center, you are the “victim” of a dizzying explosion of feeling, which is followed by pulsating waves of pleasure, which come to an end only with a final shattering release that burns you right out.
But not for long. You wake to find Amber’s lips on your tender breasts and a moment later you are screaming your joy as you reach another peak. This time you are too spaced out to notice what follows as she consumes the rest of you, but you think you climax at least once more before you are a ball of flesh in her belly.

"You taste great, Ma. Thanks for stopping by."

"Amber! Let me out! I'm not your lunch."

"No, more like an afternoon snack, and a great one. "Now, I'm going to take a nap while you digest." With that, she stops paying attention to your dissloving body. And soon you are back in the recovery room.