Becky giggled again. "Pussy-footing," she echoed her mother. Becky pointed to her crotch. "Like this, Mother? This pussy? Not a kitten?"

Julie didn't answer her daughter. She fixed her eyes upon her son's straining cock. It was outlined now, and she was sure she could see his hard-on throbbing.

"You've got a hard-on, Ben," she said, her voice whispery.

"That's because you put his prick in your mouth, Mother," Becky said, bold and unashamed. "And because he's trying to look up between your legs."

"Becky! I am not!" Ben shouted. Julie smiled. "I think you are, Ben," she said. As if to prove her point, Julie uncrossed her ankles, parting her feet and leaving them there. She saw her son's eyes become big again, and he stopped breathing. Becky, too, looked.

"Like it?" Julie whispered.

Ben nodded, swallowing noisily. Becky giggled, her eyes flashing.

Now Julie answered her daughter's question.

She said it with no trace of embarrassment. "That kind of pussy, Becky. I'm talking a girl's pussy."

"I thought so," Becky said, her excitement showing in her face and voice. "Ben loves pussy, the girl kind of pussy, Mother."

"Becky!" Ben said, his eyes fixed between his mother's thighs. "I'm gonna hit you!"

Julie knew what her son and and daughter were seeing. She had looked at herself many times in mirrors. They were seeing the soft, sensitive inner flesh of her thighs, the crotch of her lacy panties, the way her cunt bulged inside, the moistening pussy slit. She trembled with delicious excitement.

The words being spoken went a shock of rippling pleasure through her skin. It was the way she had talked with her husband, both of them enjoying those naughty words.

"But Ben doesn't get to see many pussies, Mother," Becky went on. "He's always looking at mine, though. He likes to look at my pussy, Mother."