"I don't know what it is, Mother, but I feel strange," Sarah said. "I feel all hot, but I'm not sick."

"Perhaps a bath would help," Linda suggested.

Without embarrassment, Sarah threw back the sheets and sat up. Her small gown was bunched about her waist, and the first thing Linda noticed was the absence of panties. As Sarah swung her exquisite legs over the side of the bed. Linda, stared at Sarah's adorable little ass, the compact asscheeks bunching tightly in movement as Sarah went to the bathroom.

She sat quietly as she heard the water running into the tub, wondering why she felt so excited by her daughter's body. Without a doubt, Sarah was beautiful. Sweet as candy was an apt description for Sarah, and the saying about wanting to eat a person up because they were so sweet applied as well, Linda thought.

Seeing her daughter's panties, Linda spread them out and smoothed them out. On impulse, she buried her face into the nylon, breathing in the heady scent of her daughter's crotch. With her body shivering, Linda found her cunt responding with quivering wetness. She ran her daughter's panties over her face, her nose, her lips. The scent of Sarah's young cunt filled her with a strange excitement. She imagined what it would feel like to have her hands over Sarah's succulent body, to feel her sweet little ass, those gorgeous, slender thighs… her little cunt.

With Sarah's panties dangling from her hand, Linda walked into the bathroom. Her daughter looked up at her. Linda stood gazing at Sarah for a trembling moment, then squatted at the edge of the tub.

"Let me wash you," she said, taking the sponge from Sarah's hand. The panties dropped into the water, and Sarah looked at her mother. "They were under your pillow, baby. I think I know what's wrong with you, now."

She soaped Sarah's creamy back, her gaze on those tight little titties, those candy-pink nipples. When she ran the sponge over them, Sarah began to breathe last, watching her mother.