Amy studied, then went to bed. She woke up late, around one o'clock, after a dream. She heard voices down in the living room. She got out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom.

She looked over the banister of the stairs and saw her mother and Carl on the couch.

Janet had Carl's hard cock in her hand. She played with it. Carl had Janet's skirt up over yellow panties. He rubbed on the crotch.

"Jeez!" Amy whispered.

She hid herself behind the railing and watched.

Her mother bent over and kissed Carl's cock.

"Oh, yesssss!" Carl moaned.

Janet kissed lightly, then lifted off.

"No, that's enough. You were a bad boy tonight. You don't deserve to have me suck you off."

"Oh, please!"

"No," Janet said sternly.

"Oh, but Mrs. Cosgrove! Please!"

Amy's mother stood up. She swayed in front of Carl, teasing him.

"You must take all your clothes off," she said.

Carl stripped quickly.

"Gosh." Amy whispered to herself.

His cock was rock-hard, long, throbbing. The prick looked like it was bigger than Frank's.

He clutched his cock-stalk.

"How dare you!" Janet barked. "You are way out of line, playin' with yourself like that."

"But…"

"Let your prick alone!" Janet commanded.

"Yes, okay, yes!" he whimpered.

Amy was so hot. She wore pink pajamas. She stuck her hand down into her pussy and rubbed. Her finger slicked into the wet goo.

"You just sit there and watch, appreciate my beauty," Janet said.

And Janet was beautiful. She had big tits, a slim waist, plush hips, good legs, and a face that resembled her pretty daughter, but was more mature and womanly. Janet was thirty-seven.

Janet did a slow strip. Carl boiled with passion. Amy fucked her finger into her pussy.