Some time later, she heard her daughter's even breathing. Peggy was wide awake, feeling something, but not knowing what. She had a sense of anxiety, but couldn't put her finger on it. She felt her knee against Carolyn's naked thigh, and before she could consider it, her hand moved down, resting lightly on her daughter's flesh. The skin of that thigh was so satiny, so warm. Erotic ideas began to fill her mind again, and her cunt bubbled wetly.

Rolling onto her back, Peggy very carefully pulled her gown up, and began to fondle her cunt. At the same time, she very lightly caressed her daughter's thigh, bringing her hand up, meeting the edge of Carolyn's panties. She carefully felt about her panties, spreading her own legs and working her middle finger into her cunt slowly.

She was so excited, so intense. Peggy held her breath, surprised at what she was doing. Yet she couldn't stop. She moved her hand over her daughter's stomach as lightly as she could, yet with enough firmness to feel her creamy flesh. Her palm came lower, resting on the slight bulge of her sleeping daughter's cunt. The heat that seemed to come through the thin panties appeared to sear her palm. Her finger traced very lightly along the crotch, feeling the slit of her daughter's cunt. She began to rub her finger up and down, amazed that she was doing this. The feel of Carolyn's cunt, even through her panties, sent a wildness racing through Peggy that inflamed her emotions. She wanted to work her hand inside her daughter's panties and feel her boiling little cunt.

The soft rustling sound from her son's bed made her turn her eyes in that direction. Her eyes opened wider when she saw her son's blanket lifting and falling. Ricky was on his back, and it was obvious to Peggy that he was jacking his cock.