Shannon's bedroom

"Take me to your other daughter's bedroom" you say. "The one in college." It's unlikely, you think, that she'll have any dirty panties for her mommy to lick. But there maybe something fun around.

Caroline nods "Shannon's room" and she obediently leads you down the hall into another room.

It's big and barren. The walls are turquoise with a few posters on them from bands that were big 3 years ago. Clearly they were put up when Shannon was in high school. Other than that there are just a few things here and there, some track trophies on a shelf, some notepads, an old desktop PC, some old toys. Clearly almost everything has been pillaged and taken to college.

But you wonder as you look at the toys, if there may not be other toys, better toys hidden around. So you start to look through her dresser drawers. Mostly empty. Caroline just watches, unsure of what you're doing.

"Is your daughter, is Shannon as big a slut as you are?"

"I don't know." Caroline says. It's an honest answer. Or at least she thinks it's one.

"Yes you do" you say. "You know your own daughter. You see how she looks at boys. You know how she acts when the topic of sex comes up. You know how many unnecessarily long showers she takes, how many boyfriends she's had. You know the answer."

Caroline smirks just a little bit. "I think.... maybe. At least she could be."

"Good" you say. There's nothing naughty in her dresser drawers, not even her underwear drawer, well except for a few pairs of clean underwear, but you have no use for those. "Do you have a dildo hidden in your bedroom somewhere?"

"Yes" Caroline answers

"Then so does she." You move to the bed. Maybe she's got one hidden under the bed. Down on your knees you do see a bin of some sort. Jackpot perhaps? You pull it out and open it up. Just old pajamas.

Caroline meanwhile is going through her daughter's closet. You wonder if she'd have been this eager to violate her girl's privacy just a day ago. But a lot can change in a day.

"Sir!" She says excitedly, taking a basket of old stuffed animals off of a shelf, setting it on the bed, and tossing the stuffed animals off it.

And there in the bottom of the basket are four dildos, a thick black one, ten inches maybe, a sparkly purple one, an intricate rigid pink one, and a tiny little vibrator.

"Four" You smile. "Maybe she's a bigger slut than you." Caroline smiles back. You take a step over to her and giver her a big smack across the face. She grunts "That's for finding the dildos." Then you give her a hard slap on her left tit. Her mouth drops and her knees almost buckle "That's for raising a slut."

"Thank you sir" She says

"As a reward, you may lick these" You tell her. And eagerly she grabs one and immediately starts to run her tongue over it. You expect her to do so eagerly. But still you have to admit how strange and wonderful it is that you now expect her to desperately try to taste her daughter's pussy, and how she doesn't let you down.

You decide to tease her a little more. "Do you wonder why she didn't take these to college with her?" You ask.

"Maybe she was hoping her mommy would find them and taste them" Caroline says between long licks.

"You wish." You laugh. "Maybe she doesn't need them. Maybe she gets her holes filled by real cock every night. How does that make you feel?"

Caroline smiles "Proud"

And as she takes in whatever remnants of her daughter's pussy juices are still on those dildos, you know there still has to be more naughtiness to be found in this room. Clearly the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And you know where to find it.

You turn on the old laptop. It takes a few seconds to boot. Caroline has moved on to the big black dildo. She licks it all the way up and down.

"Do you wonder if any of those have been in her asshole?" You ask.

"I hope so." She answers.

Finally the computer flickers on. You start clicking around. There has to be a stash of porn somewhere, either in a folder or in a bookmark. You find a bookmark that says "Private." How easy is that. Then you find a sub-bookmark that says "Track stuff." Sure you think, that's barely a clever cover.

And you're more than right. A few dozen links to videos pop up. You start to open them. It's time for Caroline to see what kind of stuff her daughter rubs herself off to.

But when you see the videos, for a moment even you're surprised to find out just how filthy Shannon is turning out to be.