Sabrina sleeps. Annie kisses Lucy again.

Lucy's heart beat fast, the taste of Sabrina Netherwood's cunt on her lips from kissing her daughter Annie's cheek. Annie opened the door of the airship cabin she shared with Sabrina. There upon the bottom bunk, her bare legs spread wide in a debauched pose as if designed to display that very cunt, was young Miss Netherwood.

Sabrina's intimate parts were not unknown to Lucy, having bathed and dressed the young mistress from time to time. But now that Annie and Sabrina were lovers, heading off to a Swiss finishing school together, Sabrina's red-bushed feminine flower took on a new significance. Was it a fiery crevasse where Annie would lose herself?

"Isn't Sabrina beautiful, mum?" Annie said.

"You're more beautiful, and stronger, Annie," Lucy murmured in her daughter's ear. "Always love yourself more."

Annie turned round upon the threshold and embraced her mother, kissing her square upon the lips. Lucy trembled, holding herself back. Sabrina's taste sang to her, beguiled her, tickled her nose with sweet wickedness. All three of them the fruit of Lord Jeremy's lust, Lucy upon Jeremy's housemaid, Sabrina the get of Jeremy's son Edmund, and Annie doubly his, mother and father both Jeremy's, conjoined to produce the sweet young Sapphist who kissed her mother with lips smeared with Sabrina's spunk.

"Oh mum," Annie whispered. "Kiss me."

Lucy felt tempted to return an un-motherly kiss, but in great danger. She must bid Annie good night and leave, she must. Though it was deep night, anyone might go to the WC and see them embracing. And the airship staterooms had thin walls, any noise might wake Sabrina's neighbours. Her face flushed hot. She must leave Annie and go.