Using One's Imagination
"What are you waiting for, mom?...Can't you see how eager both Bella and Camila are to see you make some jam?"
I urged when I saw my mother stalling for time by looking at me with a pleading look on her face, like she was begging me to save her from this humiliation.
When she turned to look at the mother-daughter pair, she felt betrayed as those two were actually staring at her secret garden with avid looks in their eyes like they were waiting for a flower to bloom, which only opened up once every century.
When Camila and Bella saw my mother looking at them with a wronged look on her face for changing sides, they looked away in embarrassment.
But it still couldn't change the fact that they were interested in the current situation I had built up, even though they were so against it earlier and genuinely wanted to witness the sight of fresh jam pouring out of their family member's pussy because of their perverted intendencies.