"Just taste, sweetheart," Tiffany murmured, stroking her hair. "Get used to it."
Brittany's tongue darted out shyly, then braver, licking the head, moaning at the mixed flavor. She wrapped her small hand around the shaft, exploring the heat, the hardness, the way it throbbed for her.
Tiffany watched, biting her lip, then leaned down and licked the other side herself, mother and daughter tasting me together for the first time.
After long minutes of slow licks and curious strokes, Tiffany guided my cock lower.
She rubbed the head through Brittany's soaked folds, slow circles over her clit until Brittany was shaking, hips bucking, begging in tiny broken whimpers.
"Mommy, please—"
Tiffany kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth.
"First lesson," she whispered. "We make sure you're ready."
She spread Brittany's legs wider, settled between them herself, and lowered her mouth.
The first slow lick made Brittany cry out, back arching clear off the bed.
