"You want to fuck huh," Sally said in a low voice, her mother now twisting tenderly on her pink nipples. "I know you want his cock in you. I can see how hot you get when you watch us fucking. Mother, Bob would be so pleased if you fucked him."

"How do you know, honey?" Marla murmured.

"We talked," Sally said. "Last night, after you want to bed, he came to my room."

"And fucked, of course," Marla smiled.

"Oh, yes!" Sally giggled. "We sure did, Mother. Is that okay?"

"What can I say?" Marla replied. "I got you two started, didn't I? I'd be cruel if I tried to stop you now. What did Bob say about me?"

Sally squirmed her pantied ass on the cushioned stool. "He just said he wanted to fuck you, Mother."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he said your cunt was awfully hairy and wet, and he wondered if it felt like mine."

Marla made a purring sound and ran one hand down her daughters soft stomach, making soft, circling, caressing movements. Her fingers touched the elastic of Sally's panties, and Sally, staring at her mother in the mirror, opened her knees. Marla lowered her hand, feeling the heat of her daughter's cunt through the nylon panties. She rubbed her finger up and down, feeling her pussy-slit, then pressing her knotted clit. Sally squealed and pushed her head back against her mother, spreading her legs wider.

"You're very hot," Marla whispered, sliding her hand into her daughter's panties. "You're very, very hot, baby."

"I always am, Mother," Sally mewled and shoved her crotch to her mother's hand.

"So hot," Marla whispered throatily, rubbing at her daughter's swollen clit. "I was, when I was your age, too. I used to be so hot, I could hardly stand it. I was afraid to go out, afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself."

"Really, Mother?" Sally asked, shivering with pleasure as her mother rubbed firmly upon her swollen clit.