"I still am," Marla confessed. "In fact, I'm hotter than I ever was."

"Are you hot now, Mother?" Sally asked in a low voice.

"Like you, I stay hot and wet," Marla replied, sliding her finger down and slipping it into her daughter's fiery pussy.

She worked it in and out, fucking Sally slowly. Sally wiggled her ass, one hand on the outside of her panties, resting on her mother's hand.

"I think about cock, real hard cock, plunging into my cunt and fucking me until I can't stand any more. I dream of it, day and night."

"Then let Bob fuck you, Mother." Sally groaned as she felt her mother's finger slide deep, wiggling about the soft, wet walls of her pussy. "Let him stick his cock in you… let him fuck you, Mother!"

"Ohhh, baby!" Marla cried out, puffing her hand out of her daughter's cunt and panties. She hesitated just a moment, then stuck it into her mouth, sucking and licking the juices.

Sally stared at her mother in the mirror, then giggled lewdly. "What do I taste like, Mother?"

"You've never done this?" Marla asked. "I was tasting myself long before I was your age. But to answer your question, you taste like sugar!"

Sally turned on the stool, facing her mother. She wrapped her arms about Marla's waist, burying her face into her mother's stomachs Marla hugged Sally against her. Sally was trembling as she slipped her hands down to her mother's swelling ass and the backs of her thighs.

Marla moved, her tongue along the elastic waistband of Sally's panties, drawing it along one hip, then down the sweet flesh of Sally's thigh. Sally twisted and gurgled as she watched her mother's wet tongue flicking her legs. With a husky cry, Sally flung her legs wide apart.

Marla saw the tight crotch of Sally's panties, and saw it was wet, very wet, her succulent cuntslit outlined. As she kept licking the smooth flesh, she watched Sally writhe her ass, grinding her hips about with lewd pleasure.