On a 7-9, Miss, 10+, Shasta gets hot, Sarah tastes soapy, and Mary sees stars.

Mary and her daughters laugh as you tease them into licking each others' pussies to "check for soap". After they pass the shower hose around one more time, Sarah turns off the water.

"Young ladies," Mary says, "Let's take our towels back and lay them on the bed. No sense in having someone slip and fall. Tom, will you take those towels from the rack? Bless you, that's right."

The hall bathroom of Mary's double-wide manufactured home is not really big enough for the four of you anyway.

You make a carpet of towels on top of Mary and Brian Forbes' marriage bed. Above the headboard is the same embroidered blessing you saw before when you and your sister Taylor were showing off for Mary. The embroidery says This is my command: Love one another. -- John 15:17, hanging next to a framed piece of calligraphy saying A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.

Shasta lies back on the towel-covered bed, her blonde hair dark and sodden with the shower water. Mary kneels between Shasta's legs, glistening with moisture, her own dark hair heavy and wet. Shasta's eyes go distant as Mary's tongue starts working between her pussy lips. Her body quivers with the jolts of pleasure her mother is teasing from her pussy.

Sarah watches her sister's face. "Any soap, Mom?" she asks.

Mary raises her head. "Soap? No, Sarah dear, no soap."

"Awww," Shasta complains at the interruption.

"Then it's my turn," Sarah insists.

Grumbling, Shasta moves to the side, letting Sarah take her place. Shasta brushes her sopping-wet hair back over her shoulders and settles down between her sister's legs. Dribbles of water run down Shasta's back.

It doesn't take long till Shasta exclaims "Ooh, ick, ptui!" and rubs her mouth on the towel.

"What?" Sarah asks.

"Soap!" Shasta says. "It's that strawberry shit, it may smell good but it tastes terrible!"

"Language, Shasta!" Mary chides. "Just call it soap."

"I rinsed, I rinsed!" Sarah protests.

"Then rinse again!" Shasta says. "I'm gonna go wash my mouth out."

Sarah runs to the bathroom while Shasta heads to the kitchen, leaving you and Mary together.

Mary's eyes are drawn to your morning erection. Her nostrils flare and her cheeks pinken.

You say, "I guess Shasta is getting her mouth washed out with soap."

Mary laughs out loud. "That she is, Tom." She smiles. "Bless you for bringing me and my girls together."

"After you...after you were so sweet to me and my sister," you say. A big smile breaks out on your face, echoing Mary's.

Shasta and Sarah return together, still pretty damp, but not as dripping as they were a few minutes ago.

Shasta says, "Okay, she's clean. Yuck, that soap, though."

"Sor-ry!" Sarah says. "Mom?"

"My turn?" Mary says. "Yes, please." She settles back on the towel-covered bed and spreads her legs. Her labia are pink and swollen open, and her clit is prominently erect. "My lovely, wise angel, Sarah. Am I soapy?"

Sarah takes her place between Mary's legs. She licks each side of Mary's pussy lips, then licks deep between them and up over Mary's clit. Mary's hands cradle Sarah's head, knitting into Sarah's wet dark hair, holding Sarah's mouth in place.

"Kiss me, there, right THERE!" Mary cries out. "My angel, my darling!" Mary's legs kick high and her body bucks with her climax, her full breasts bouncing. "I'm in HEAVEN!"

Take +1 XP (3 XP total) as Mary comes on her daughter's tongue. (+1 Cunt-Licking; you've already collected the **** bonus last night)
You can take +1 Forward vs. Shasta from Mary's Cunt-Licking.