"Yes, he has quite an erection here," Janet said.

Carl reached for the stalk to squeeze his throbbing cock. Janet slapped his hand away.

"No, no!" she chided haughtily.

Amy stared at the huge cock. Creamy spurts of cum spat from the red pricktip. She licked her tongue salaciously over her lips, cupped her fine tits, pulled them out and sat them up over the top of the bra.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Carl sighed. "They're magnificent!" His cock throbbed and waved. "Take your panties down, take your panties don!" he choked.

"Gee, should I, Mom?"

"I dunno, Amy. Maybe. I'll bet Mr. Huston would like to see what's in your panties."

"Yes, yes!" Carl gulped.

"Pull my panties down and show you my cunny bun?" Amy teased.

"Pleeeeze!"

"I'm not gonna. That's too naughty and stuff!" Amy huffed.

"She's beautiful, Janet!" Carl cried. "Beautiful!"

"Mr. Huston likes you, Amy." Janet was stripping now too. She stood up in front of Carl with her daughter, took off her red dress, and stood there finally in a red merry widow, red panties, red nylons, red high heels. Her long brown hair looked shiny and nice, and her pretty face mirrored that of her daughter's. She plopped her big, juicy tits over the top of the merry widow.

Mother and daughter stood like queen and princess before Carl's amazing prick. His mouth hung open. He reached for his cock.

"Don't you dare touch that thing!" Janet barked.

"No, you better not. That wouldn't be nice in front of me, sir," Amy whispered.

"Please!" Carl begged.

"No!" Janet snapped.

Amy tugged her panties down and showed Carl her beautiful blonde pussy, the fuzzy, wiry blonde curls. He gasped loudly.

"Ooooooh, oooohhhhh!"

Amy turned around and let him see her ass. He moaned again with delight. Her slick asscheeks were like cream puffs. She looked back over her shoulder at Carl, her tongue wiggling out of her mouth.