Almost awkwardly, Bob pushed his hand to his mother's pussy. When he placed his palm on it, Marla squeezed her thighs tightly.

"Ooooh, now rub it for me! Rub Mother's pussy, Bob! That's it, honey! Fuck my cunt! Do you feel how hot and wet Mother's cunt is?"

"Oh, yes, Mom!" he gurgled, staring at his hand between her thighs.

"Does feeling my cunt make your cock nice and hard, Bob?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Let me see," Marla said and pulled back her son's hand coming from her cunt. "Oh, now I can see it! Ooooh, it is hard, darling! Your cock is very hard!"

She started to lean down and fondle it, but changed her mind. She turned to face her daughter, who sat at the table staring with big bright eyes. Marla watched Sally's perky tits rise and fall under her cotton blouse.

"Do you want to feel me up, too, Sally?" Marla asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Can girls feel other girls, Mother?" Sally asked.

"Of course they can, darling," Marla said, moving toward her daughter. "Girls can do anything they want to do."

She stood before Sally, her thighs parted. "You do want to feel me up, don't you, honey?"

"Oh, I'd love to feel you, Mother!" Sally cried.

"Do it, Sally," Marla urged, thrusting her cunt forward.

Sally lifted her hand and shoved it to her mother's pussy. She rubbed at the wet heat, making a squealing sound of excitement. On her own, she slipped a finger into her mother's cunt and worked it in and out.

"Ooooh, you want to make me come?" Marla laughed huskily. "You keep doing that and I will."

Sally removed her finger reluctantly.

"Does that make your cunt throb and get wet, Sally?" she asked.

"Look at it!" Sally giggled, twisting in her chair and spreading her slim thighs.

Marla saw the wetness seeping through the thin crotch of her daughter's shorts. "Ohhh, that's very nice, baby! Now, it's my turn to feel."