"Beautiful ass," Carl whimpered.

Janet pulled her panties down and showed Carl her bushy, brown pussy.

Carl was on fire for the mother-daughter beauty.

Janet unhooked her garters, dipped her panties low on her thighs, hooked the garters back up and took her panties off. She dangled them from her hand salaciously.

Amy did the same.

They stood before Carl, waving their panties, looking hot and sexy, showing him pussy.

He gasped, babbled, and his hand ducked for his cock again.

Janet sat down and slapped it away. She took Carl's prick in her own hand.

"PU hold it so you don't get too out of line," she growled.

The camera was recording everything.

Amy was all wet between her legs. The sight of Carl's huge prick, her mother squeezing the long stalk, the emotion of the whole encounter, had her sizzling hot.

Amy did a slow bump and grind that her mother had taught her, sluicing her hips, rolling them, grinding her cunt at Carl. He gasped with pleasure. She rubbed her hand between her legs, patted her pussy, slicked a finger in and out.

"You better stop that!" her mother yelped.

"No, no. I wanna see her masturbate like that!"

"No, that wasn't part of the deal!" Janet roared.

"But, God, she looks good!"

"Amy, stop!" Janet commanded. "No, don't. I'll pay more money!" Carl panted.

"You will, huh?" Janet said. "Yes."

"How much?"

"Five hundred." Amy looked at her mom.

Janet said, "Okay, Amy, do it for a minute. Mr. Huston wants to see you play with yourself."

"Like this?" Amy asked, her mouth open, unhinged, her lips wet and pink, her finger slowly pushing in and out of her little cunt.

"Yes, yes, yesssssss!" Carl gulped.