She can't not notice...

You were unable to say anything, just watching, knowing that Rebecca was watching, too. It was almost as if your wife was positioning herself for the best view from the hallway linen closet. Jesus! Did she know?

Tenderly, her breath and tongue crashed into your rod at the same time. Your wife lovingly...no...dutifully rand her tongue up the thick ridge of tendon and vein from your sack to the tip of your head, her eyes locked on yours. In the dim lighting from the hall, you could see her eyes turn from their normal color to being so hazy with lust it looked like they turned into golden brown/green orbs.

Her tongue didn't waver, her breath still hot as she exhaled and then cool as she inhaled while she circled the mushroom of your crown. There was no way she wasn't tasting fresh pussy on your cock. No way in hell and her reaction was...

"Mmmm...love what you've done with this..." she purred against your knob before slipping it down her throat. She kept purring and moaning with pure bliss as she slurped your meat. You watched in the dim light as her lips pushed a froth of her daughter's cum down your shaft just before her lips like wake before a ship. You could see the incestuous sauce glittering in the low light.

She reached the bottom and never stopped moaning like a slut in heat. You knew your wife was kinky, but fuck! And now your knob is stretching her throat as she holds her breath and is working your entire cock with her tongue, mouth and throat. You almost lose consciousness from the experience and your wife's ever-talented, ever-surprising mouth.

Just as slowly as she sank down your cock to suck up your daughter's pussy juice, she pulled back, inhaling sharply as your head cleared her tonsils. Your cock is practically bucking in her mouth, your balls throbbing in time with it as you're holding back from cumming right then and there. Your wife pops your cock out of your head loudly; almost exactly as loud as your daughter just did.

"That's my favorite sound," she said with her lips brushing against your head. "I'd know it anywhere..." she said with the dirtiest grin you've ever seen her make, and that's in a long history of extremely dirty grins. She pushed up off the floor, her lips planting little kisses on your fuck stick.

"Keep these full for me," she said and teased her fingers over your throbbing balls. "Momma's going to want something to drink when I get home..." she said filthily. Fuck, you're so close to cumming! With that, she stood up, looked around and grabbed what she was looking for, aside from your cock. "Have a good day, honey!" she said in a sing-song voice as if she hadn't just sucked her own daughter's pussy juice off her husband's cock. Fuck you need to cum!

"Hey, before you go..." you say, your mouth on auto-pilot and suffering from lack of blood flow due to your almost comically engorged cock. Your eyes shot to the linen closet and you could see the vague form of your daughter through a crack in the door, her fingers a shadowy motion on her snatch and in the second before your wife responds, you can hear her fingers practically splashing in her own pussy.