This is the story so far: 

NAME_1 couldn't believe her luck when she saw her mother, NAME_2, sitting at the breakfast table in her silk robe, her hair styled perfectly in a bun. She was always so elegant, even in the morning.

"Good morning, darling," NAME_2 said, pouring herself a cup of tea. "How was your flight back from university?"

"It was fine, thank you," NAME_1 replied, taking a sip of her own tea. "I'm so glad to be home."

NAME_2 smiled and patted NAME_1's hand. "I'm glad you're back, too. I have a surprise for you later, but for now, let's enjoy our breakfast together."

As they ate, the conversation turned to their plans for the day. NAME_1 mentioned that she wanted to go for a walk in the park, and NAME_2 agreed, saying she would join her later.

As they chatted, NAME_1 couldn't help but notice how NAME_2 was looking at her. It was a look she had never seen before, and it made her heart race. She couldn't help but wonder if her mother felt the same way she did.

Without thinking, NAME_1 began to rub her bare feet along NAME_2's. She was surprised when NAME_2 did the same to her, sliding her bare feet up her legs and even into her deeper thighs, though not acknowledging it in her words.

NAME_1's mind was racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Was her mother feeling what she was feeling? Was this really happening?

As they finished their breakfast, NAME_2 stood up and walked over to NAME_1. "I have a surprise for you later," she said, leaning in to give NAME_1 a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you in a few hours."

NAME_1 watched as her mother walked out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she couldn't deny the feelings she had for her mother.

NAME_1 was surprised when NAME_2 called her down to the living room a few hours later. She had been sitting in her room, trying to process what had happened earlier at breakfast, when she heard her mother's voice.

"NAME_1, come down here, darling," NAME_2 said, her voice sweet and inviting.

NAME_1 walked down the stairs, trying to calm her racing heart. She was still in shock over what had happened at breakfast, and she wasn't sure what to expect.

When she arrived in the living room, NAME_2 was sitting on the couch, a wrapped gift in her hand.

"I have a surprise for you, darling," NAME_2 said, smiling. "I want you to open it."

NAME_1 was taken aback, but she didn't hesitate. She took the gift from her mother and carefully unwrapped it, revealing a beautiful dress made of sheer lace.

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