Susan made no verbal answer, but she plunged her finger into her mouth, stabbing it in and out as though it were a cock. Tracy spread her legs very wide, scooting her ass to the very edge of the couch, letting her asscheeks hang over. She twisted her hips, watching her mother. Susan's gaze moved to her daughter's exposed cunt. She rested one hand halfway up her daughter's thigh, her fingers tight. Tracy wiggled her hips, arching her crotch up and down in a teasing, openly obvious suggestion.

Susan glanced at her daughter, saw the heat steaming in her eyes, saw that Tracy was willing. More than willing, she was eager, wanting it.

"I can't help it!" Susan groaned. "I just can't help myself, Tracy!"

"Do it, Mother," Tracy invited. "I want you to."

Making whimpering sounds, Susan lowered her head, sliding her tongue through the warm come juice on the girl's creamy, sugary sweet thighs. As Tracy watched her mother's tongue lapping and licking at Bill's jism, her clit swelled into hardness, throbbing again as her cunt pulsated. As her mother's tongue came close to her clit to lick away the come juice there, Tracy moaned with increasing passion, writhing her hips. Susan slipped to her knees, then moved between her daughter's thighs. Glancing hotly up at her daughter's face, Susan shoved, her long tongue out and licked the jism away that clung to Tracy's exquisitely creamy asscheeks.

Susan licked it all away, then gently kissed a rounded asscheek. "Thank you, honey," she said softly. "Thank you so much."

Tracy held her mother's face in her hands, looking down at her, seeing the boiling desire in Susan's eyes. The women looked at each other, the tension heavy. Susan's chin rested now at her daughter's cunt, and she could feel the hot wetness of her pussylips, the throb of Tracy's clit. Susan pressed her lips into the girl's cunt hair, kissing her daughter openmouthed. Then she licked her tongue into Tracy's cunt hair.