She wanted to be able to concentrate on one mirror at a time.

Belinda looked a great deal like her mother, slimmer but nubile and bouncy. Her hair was a shade lighter, but her eyes were the same jade green, her mouth the same wide, sensual slash.

Jenny was as eager to see her little girl through the looking glass as she was her son.

At first, Belinda showed no signs of going up to her room. Her mom waited for a while but then, wanting to see if the girl might perform for her secret attentions before Tommy got home and forced her to divide her concentration, she casually mentioned that she had had a new mirror installed in Belinda's bedroom not, of course, informing the girl that it was a one-way mirror and that the other side of the glass was in her own bedroom.

Belinda went upstairs to check it out.

Jenny waited for a minute, then tiptoed on up and went into her own room. She looked through the spy glass, feeling deliciously naughty about peeping on her daughter and fervently hoping there would be something interesting on which she could do that peeping.

And there was.

Belinda stood right in front of the full-length mirror, smiling, obviously pleased by it. Jenny stood just as close on the other side. She was already breathing hard in hopeful anticipation, panting against the glass.

Then Belinda began to undress. Admiring herself in the mirror, the nubile teenager stripped her school clothing off and stood naked. Her tits were plump and firm and the tips were rosy peaks, so delectable looking that they made her morn's mouth water.

Her cunt-mound was a golden vee spreading out of her groin, delightfully rounded on her slender belly. Jenny licked her lips, salivating like a Pavlovian dog.

Jenny wasn't a lesbian, obviously. But that didn't mean that she wasn't a cunt lapper and the sight of her daughter's cunt made her whimper. She knew it was wrong to have such feelings about her own little girl but that only made it more exciting.