Some days I look at Summer sleeping and wonder how the hell I ended up being someone's mother. My own tits were still perky D-cups when I pushed her out, barely more than a kid myself. Now her C-cups are filling out and I catch men staring at her the same way they stare at me. Part of me wants to protect that innocence, the part that remembers what it's like to have a pussy that hasn't been used and abused by every man who promised something better. But the hungry part... the part that's kept us fed by letting strange cocks slide between my thighs... that part wonders how much longer before her tight little cunt becomes our next meal ticket. Mother of the fucking year, right here.