"Mmm, mmm," Janet mumbled, shaking her head no.

"You know I'll pay more."

"I don't care."

"I'll pay another five hundred." Janet paused, looked over at Amy. Amy was figuring in her head. So far he'd popped for an extra fifteen hundred. That would make seven hundred fifty more for Amy.

"I dunno," Janet said.

"Let Amy decide," Carl urged. "Honey, I'm not gonna let him do anything you don't want him to do…"

"It's okay, Mom. I'll let him." Carl heaved a sigh of relief. "God, I can't believe we're doin' this. You are naughty, Carl. Isn't he, Amy? He's very, very naughty."

"Yes. Mom, he's a naughty man, that's what he is."

Carl's hands slid down, one between Janet's legs, one between Amy's legs. He rubbed their pussies.

"Now we didn't say you could do that, Carl," Janet huffed.

Carl removed his hands, got up, fell to his knees in front of the couch, waddled in between Amy's nyloned legs. His hands went to her thighs. He pushed her legs apart, licked his long, lewd tongue up over the top of the nylons, then muffed his face into the young darling's pussy.

"Ahhh, oh!" Amy gasped.

"Jeez, shit! Are you sure this is okay, Amy?"

"Yeah, Mom."

Carl kissed Amy's sweet, delicious pussy. His tongue spritzed up and down the little slit.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" he mumbled.

He glanced over at Janet who was watching intently.

"Yummy, yummy," he gurgled. "Oh, shhheeez!" Amy panted. "Amy, you okay?" Janet asked. "Mom, he's lickin' me there!"

"I know, honey. I can make him stop if you want me to."

"No, let him do it. It feels gooooood!" Carl lapped at Amy's pussy. She spread her legs farther apart, lifted her fine young ass off the couch, pushed her cunt at his licking tongue.

Janet's hand went to her pussy. She was hot. She fingered herself.

Amy swirled her hips at Carl, pumped her pussy.