Watching her daughter so avidly tasting her own cream, Jenny was going crazy with lust. She thought that her tongue was so hot it might melt the mirror.
Belinda obviously relished the taste of cunt goo, just as her mother did and it was certainly giving the woman plenty of lustful ideas.
Belinda licked the looking glass clean, then got up and moved away. Her mother stayed where she was, hoping the girl might frig off again.
Then she heard her son come home.
CHAPTER THREE
"Anybody home?" Tommy called, from downstairs.
Jenny didn't answer, for obvious reasons and neither did Belinda, for reasons of her own. After a minute, Jenny heard Tommy come upstairs. She hated to stop gazing at her nubile, naked little gri but she was eager to get a look at her son, as well.
She knew that Tommy frequently gave himself a hand-job as soon as he got home from school. She had never had a chance to see him pulling his prick, but she had often listened at his bedroom door and heard the bed squeaking and then heard his labored, panting breath and the soft whimpering as he shot his wad off.
Jenny got up on shaky legs and crossed the bedroom, taking her place at the other one-way mirror just as Tommy stepped into his room.
He was a tall, athletic young man, wearing tight jeans. He closed the door behind him and the moment he turned around, Jenny knew she had struck it lucky again.
His fly was packed solid with a hard-on.
He moved toward the bed, then paused, noticing the new fixture for the first time. He walked over and looked into the mirror and into his mother's face, as well, although he had no way of knowing that.
Then he began to grin devilishly at his image in the full-length looking glass. Like his sister and just the way their mother had calculated Tommy evidently liked to watch himself in a mirror as he played with his prick.