A soft rustling sound caused her to turn her head toward the open door of her room. The moon was full, casting a silvery light into the room. She saw her daughter standing there, hesitant. Becky wore a short gown, just slightly above her hips. She stood with her finger in her mouth, childishly, looking in at her mother.

"What is it, Becky?" Julie asked softly, still caressing her cunt, one hand resting on a full tit. "Something wrong, honey?"

Becky came into the room, sitting on the edge of her mother's bed. She sucked at the tip of her thumb, her eyes glowing in the dim light of the moon.

"It was an accident, Mother," she said around her thumb.

"What was an accident, honey?"

"When I pissed on Ben."

Julie let out a low laugh. "Of course it was," she replied. "Does it bother you?"

"Not me," Becky said. "But maybe it bothers Ben."

"Oh, honey!" Julie said, placing her hand on her daughter's warm thigh, the one she had been caressing her cunt with. She rubbed the wetness into her daughter's flesh. "I'm sure it doesn't bother him. You saw him piss on my pussy." Julie slipped her hand along her daughter's thigh, her fingers very lightly brushing the hairless cunt, up and down the slit. "Why do you think it bathers him?"

"He's been real quiet," Becky said, opening her legs wider to her mother's hand.

"He's just tired, that's all," Julie said. "We almost wore him out, you know."

A girlish giggle came from Becky. "I'm not worn out, Mother."

"Neither am I," Julie whispered, feeling the hot wetness increase on her daughter's sugary cunt.

"I know," Becky said, her voice low, too. "I saw you playing with your cunt."

Her small hand rested on top of her mother's tit. Julie rubbed her finger up and down Becky's bubbling cunt, then slipped along her cunt. She found her daughter's clit swollen, and rubbed at it gently. Becky gurgled and drew her feet onto the bed, her legs wide.