Melissa was initially a bit confused by her mother's choice of words and her tone, but she dutifully moved over in front of her as Cassandra sat up on the edge of the bed, her wet, hairy p***y still showing through the open slit in her negligee's crotch, and her big mom-t**s hanging over her bunched-up bra cups.
"Lift up your nightgown!" Cassandra told her. Hesitantly, her daughter complied and Cassandra reached out and felt the drenched crotch of her cotton panties. She pulled her hand back, sniffed her fingers, and demanded, "That's p***y-juice, isn't it? You were playing with your p***y and you made yourself c*m while you were watching us f**k, didn't you?"
"I... I..." Melissa stammered. Although she quickly picked up on the obvious change in plan--and was more than okay with it--the
