"Oooooh, Mother!" Sally yelped when she felt the tongue on her pussy.
She didn't pull away, but instead, arched her ass, shoving her sugary cunt to her mother's face.
Marla took a couple of swipes at her daughter's cunt, flicking the tip of her tongue barely into it.
Then, as if becoming aware of what she was doing, she pulled away.
"I… I couldn't stop myself," she said, almost embarrassed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Mother," Sally said that afternoon, "I don't see how you can stand it."
"Stand what, honey?"
Marla was wearing a housedress, but she was naked underneath except for a pair of panties. She was amused to see her daughter running around after her morning bath wearing only a pair of panties. Amused, but delighted, too. She loved to watch those tight tits of her daughter, that saucy ass cupped in the tight panties.
Bob was still in the bath, and she and Sally were in her bedroom, with Marla brushing her daughter's hair. Sally sat before her mother's dresser, watching their reflections in the mirror. Marla was loving this, doing her daughter's hair and gazing in the mirror at those lovely tits with candy-pink nipples.
"You know, watching me and Bob fucking."
"It's kind of hard on me, I'll admit." Marla smiled at her daughter in the mirror.
Sally giggled in her cute way. "You mean it's hard on Bob, don't you? He sure can get a hard cock, can't he, Mother?"
Marla nodded, drawing the brush through Sally's soft hair. "He can get a beautiful hard-on," she agreed.
"Why don't you fuck him, Mother?"
A tremble went through Marla. She paused, placed the brush on the dresser, and slipped her hands over Sally's shoulders. She cupped her daughter's tits, squeezing them gently.
Sally gurgled and placed her hands on top of her mother's, pressing them into her tits, her eyes turning glassy with desire. Marla buried her face against the top of her daughter's head, kissing softly, her eyes gazing into those of her daughter in the mirror.