Linda dropped the sponge and ran her palms over Sarah's lovely tits. The feel of them in her hands was making her tremble, and her own cunt was swelling, her clit on fire. She could not resist squeezing them gently.

"Lie back," Linda said softly.

Sarah lay back, still looking at her mother's face steadily. Linda lifted one of her daughter's legs. She soaped the girl's slim leg, but as her fingers came close to Sarah's crotch, she pulled back. Linda washed Sarah's other leg, then told her to sit up.

Linda rinsed the soap off her daughter. "I should get in with you. It looks so soothing."

"Come on in, Mother," Sarah said, smiling. For a moment Linda was tempted. "No, I better not. You dry off, then let's see if you feel better."

Linda left the bathroom, shaking with excitement. She sat on her bed, hands in her lap, wondering about her incestuous thoughts, when she looked up to see her daughter standing in the doorway, wrapped in a towel.

"Mom, I still feel funny," Sarah said softly.

"I know, honey," Linda replied. "I feel a little funny, myself."

"You do? Down there?"

"Down where?" Linda asked, trembling more than ever.

"Between your legs. That's where I feel very funny. It's like a tingling, but hot. I feel like I'm swollen, Mother."

"Let me… see."

Sarah came close, dropping the towel without embarrassment.

Linda felt as if she couldn't breathe. Her daughter's naked beauty was breathtaking – the small hips, the exquisitely long legs, those small titties with sweet, pink nipples, but most of all, the luscious slit of her cunt, lightly coated with soft little hairs.

"You do look puffy, Sarah," Linda said in a throaty whisper.

"What do we do about it, Mother?"

"We make it go away," Linda whispered. "Mother will take the swelling away."