Scarlett rubbed Violet's stomach no longer in fright and peril but more in intrigue. This intrigue turned to an odd sense of desire. Her daughter was a blueberry, and she would rather have a blueberry for a daughter than anything else, even a champion in several disciplines. Besides, she knew by the sounds Violet was making that she enjoyed it to, so where's the harm in that? She continued to rub and rub the distended blue belly exposed by her blue tracksuit. Her body edged closer, now comforting around her stomach like a glove. She was so warm and tight, like an over-inflated balloon full of warm juice... which is what she was. Violet and Scarlett shared similar coo's in appreciation. Scarlett started to gyrate her hips, bumping lightly against her daughter. She continued this, one bump, two bump, soon making it a motion seemingly uncontrolled by her. It was only when Violet let out an overexcited moan in approval when Scarlett realized she was humping her own daughter.
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