Lucy kisses Annie back, with tongue

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

The scent of Sabrina's cunt wafted from Annie's face as the young lady, Sabrina herself, slumbered steps away beyond her open stateroom door.

It was finally too much for Lucy. She pressed her lips to Annie's and gave her daughter tongue. Annie held tight to Lucy and returned Lucy's tongue sallies, thrust for thrust. Lucy's pulse hammered. Her blood sang in her ears. Annie's warm figure melted against hers, bosom to bosom, and the tongue that had plowed Sabrina's genital furrow now writhed inside Lucy's mouth. Annie's quick breaths hissed through her nostrils.

Soon, but far too late, Lucy withdrew, pushing Annie away to arm's length. She was dizzy with lust, overwhelmed by guilt at her mad act. Her mouth was filled with the tang of unchaste maiden cunt. Pungent, delicious and wrong.

"Mum, no," Annie whispered. "Don't cry. I just knew you were a Sapphist. Sabrina told me all about you and Lady Catherine and her lady friends. I knew for sure when I knew what Lady C gave you. Now you know I know too."

"Annie," Lucy said. "I must go."

"I love you mum," Annie said.

"I love you, dearest," Lucy said, and departed.