Emma's Farm - 7 (fsolo, food) Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction Emma wakes to find her mother home. Dinner that evening becomes rather arousing as Emma has some fun with the food - but will her mother find out? --------------- Emma's eyes fluttered open as she was woken the next morning to the smell of bacon cooking in a pan. Before bed she had washed her dirty clothes and cleaned up around the house, not knowing when her mother would be home. She evidently had got home sometime during the night or in the morning, and it was around 10 am as Emma made her way downstairs. She wore her usual night clothes, a lacy camisole that was longer than usual, which just barely covered her panty clad bottom. "Hi sweetie!" Her mother said as she entered the kitchen. She ran over and gave Emma a tight hug and kissed her face repeatedly."oh I missed you so much." "I missed you too mom, but you were only gone a couple days." Emma took a seat at the kitchen table."How'd it go?" "good!" her mother answered enthusiastically."They're going to start with a small order and if it goes well they'll keep our milk in stock! So how did things go here? Did you have any trouble?" "everything was fine." "anything exciting happen?" "um. no. nothing." Anna lied. Linda turned and placed a plate of food in front of Anna, who immediately tucked in. Soon she sat down with her own plate, and they talked about Linda's trip while they finished breakfast. "Well, my flight got in late last night and I'm exhausted -" would you mind doing the chores while I go take a nap?" "sure thing mom!" Emma said as she stood up from the table. She walked over to the mud room and began to put her boots on. "Aren't you going to put on some clothes first?" came her mother's voice from behind her. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, guess I'm just not awake yet." Emma ran back through the kitchen and up the stairs to put on some clothes. Linda watched her daughter as she bounded up the stairs, noting her perfectly shaped little ass underneath those thin cotton panties. 'That ass with those thighs,' thought Linda, 'she's going to break some hearts . . .' Emma threw on some jeans and went about her chores while Linda went upstairs to take a nap. She slipped out of her own, form fitting jeans, and out of her blouse and bra. She slipped on her silk nightdress. She may not have anyone to impress, but she still liked to feel sexy when she could, and she briefly paused to admire herself in front of the mirror. Linda was thin, yet shapely. She had the body other women only dreamed they had. Linda was proud of her body and liked to show it off by wearing tight jeans and low cut shirts. Since moving to the farm however, she had been more or less all alone with Emma and was hungry for some male companionship. She'd always loved sex (well, who doesn't), and was upset that she wasn't getting any while her body was still young and fit. She lay down for a little bit but wasn't able to fall asleep. She was too horny to sleep. She slipped a hand beneath the sheets and began to rub her pussy through her thin silk panties. Linda liked to keep herself trimmed nicely, so her cunt was always bald save for a small short triangle which pointed right at her clit. Linda kept at it and soon enough she was beginning to get quite wet. She thought about Gary, one of the men she had done business with that weekend who was so nice and so handsome. She thought of his cock sliding into her as her fingers ran through his beautiful auburn hair. She thought about her sexy outfit and how it made her feel good. Even a vision of Emma's ass gliding up the stairs popped into her mind though she could not explain why. Within a few minutes she bucked against her hand and came, moaning quietly to herself as she continued to fondle her breasts. Soon she was drifting off to sleep, her burning desire having been satisfied for the time being. It wasn't until that evening that Linda woke up and came down stairs. Emma heard her foot steps on the stairs and quickly took her hand out from between her legs. Emma had discovered that her mother being home had not made her unusual horniness go away. Emma looked up and saw her mother come down the last flight from the landing. With each downward step her breasts, free of the confines of a bra, bounced and swung under the silky fabric of her nightgown and Emma found herself curiously intrigued. Not having much cleavage herself yet, she wanted to touch them to see what they were like. "Hi honey!" Emma shook off her thoughts about her mother's chest and replied warmly. "Hi mom. Did you have a good nap?" "Excellent. I hate flying at night, I can never sleep on the planes. Do you want some dinner?" "sure." Emma was quite hungry, having only had the bowl of cereal in the morning. She watched her mother move about the kitchen in bare feet, preparing dinner. The night dress clung to her body in such a way as to only hint at curves, to imply a sexuality that existed underneath the cloth -" it was driving Emma crazy. She needed to get off, her desire to do so was becoming very intense, and now she was attuned to everything sexual around her. The jiggle of her mother's bussom as she chopped some vegetables, the glimpse of flesh as her mother bent over to put something down on the table. Emma had never looked at her mother this way, but it made sense, her mother was a beautiful, sexy woman and Emma was horny, that didn't mean she wanted her mother, rather that she was just reacting to her sexuality. "Emma! Emma!" Emma snapped out of her thoughts."Are you okay sweetie, you look kind of flush." "Oh . . . yeah . . . I guess I'm just a little warm, I'll go slip into something more comfortable." "Ok sweetie. Dinner is almost ready so don't dally." Linda caught herself watching her daughter go up the stairs again, admiring her butt in the tight jeans that showed it off so nicely. She felt a tingle between her legs."I don't know what has gotten in to me!" she said as she tried to forget about the feeling. She was just putting the finishing touches on dinner when Emma came back downstairs, this time in an old, loose t shirt and a loose knee length skirt that swished about as she walked."Feel better?" Linda asked as she set two plates down on the table. "Much" lied Emma, who was cooler now, but still as horny as ever. They sat down opposite each other and began to eat. Now that she had rested, Linda was telling Emma every detail of her trip and what she hopped it would mean for the future. Emma could barely concentrate on what her mother was saying, instead she found it hard to take her eyes off of her mother's breasts. Since there was no bra, the silk clung to Linda's chest and revealed so much that Emma could practically see every curve, every inch of the large c-cups. Emma was finding that being aroused around her mother was quite fun, as the closer she got to being found out the more excited she became. The chance of getting caught was so exciting to her in fact, that she had started a new game. She wasn't wearing any panties, and had pulled her skirt up on her lap so that she had easy access to her vagina under the table. When her mother turned her head for a second, Emma sneaked a stalk of lightly buttered asparagus under the table. Her mother turned back and Emma had a great time shoving it as far as it would go inside of her while her mother went on like nothing was going on. Emma had so much fun with the one piece of asparagus that she found it hard to stop. She left the vegetable inside of her (with only the flowery top sticking out of her bald pussy) and looked around on the table for something else to put inside her. Spaghetti! She carefully rolled some spaghetti around her fork and waited for her mother to look away. A fraction of a second later, her mother was looking right at her as Emma tried not to alter her facial expression as she worked with both hands to push the wad of wet noodles inside her. She finally got them in, and used the asparagus to push them in further. Emma smiled broadly as she moved her leg for the first time since shoving her pussy full of noodles. They felt wonderful squishing around inside her. It wasn't long after that that the meatballs had cooled and Emma had shoved one inside, enjoying how it just barely fit inside of her. She was beginning to feel full, but it felt so amazing and she was so horny that she couldn't stop. She also was becoming addicted to the feeling of tempting fate, by sneaking all of this inside her while her mother was none the wiser. Emma managed to get two more spears of asparagus inside her before dinner was over. "You certainly were hungry" Linda said as she picked up Emma's empty plate and put it in the sink. Emma did manage to eat quite a bit, despite putting so much under the table."Oh, I know! Let's watch a movie. I'll make popcorn if you go pick one out." Emma smiled and nodded but didn't move."Emma? You going to go pick out a movie?" "Yeah" Emma said, biting her lip. She still didn't move. When she had been stuffing food inside of her, she hadn't thought about how she was going to get up and walk out . . . and now her mother wasn't giving her much of an option. "Well . . ." "okay." Emma said weakly and slowly stood up. She concentrated on holding her muscles tight, walking without spreading her legs too far. She started to waddle towards the stairs. "Is everything okay honey?" "Yeah, just having a bad cramp." lied Emma. Just then she raised her right foot and placed it on the first stair. Immediately food began to fall out of her skirt. Emma glanced over her shoulder to see if her mom had seen. She saw her mother staring right at her, her mouth agape as another spear of asparagus slid out of Emma and landed on the floor. Emma's heart sank and she relaxed her muscles, letting all of the food she had stuffed inside of her slip out. A couple strands of spaghetti stuck to her thigh, but everything else ended up on the floor in front of the stairs. The meatball would have stayed had it not been for from the asparagus. Just as Linda parted her lips to say something,the meatball hit the floor with a wet squishing noise. "Oh my." Said Linda. Emma was petrified, she didn't know what to do. She had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. "I'm . . .I'm sorry." Emma managed to say before hiding her face in her hands and running upstairs. Linda, not knowing what else to do, walked over with a plate to clean up the food from the floor. In her mind, she watched the scene over and over, her own daughter, walking upstairs while food poured out of her. To her own surprise she started to get a little aroused, and as she walked back to the sink to dump the food down the disposal, she shrugged her shoulders and popped the meat ball into her mouth to see if she could taste her daughter.