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The little one lays in her bed, not quite sleeping,When into her room comes her mommy a-creepingThe covers pull back and she licks her lips wetlyThe slumbering form has her pussy all weepingShe knows that she must touch the girl gentlyBut her bare skin's so soft, that to do it correctlyMakes her mouth water with hunger and needLips twitch as she decides that she'll play directlyShe strokes the soft flesh that she wishes to breedImagines it covered with the girl's father's seedShe leans down and kisses the girl on the mouthAnd shivers as little lips twitch from her greedThe little one gasps, mommy's lips going southLicking and tasting, becoming arousedThe tiny lips quiver and twitch and leakThe girl bites her lip to swallow her soundsHer mother is touching herself, feeling weakAs her daughter submits to her pleasure all meekThe taste of her cunny is soft and so pureAs her other hand strokes one bare little cheekShe glances up at the little girl, so very demureHer hand on her mouth to stay quiet alluresShe nips at her clit and she smiles at the gaspFor the evil she's doing, she hopes there's no cure.Entwined in the covers the girls hand softly graspsIn the throes of mom's sin she's become entrappedBlushing she rolls and spreads legs fully openWhen the tongue taps her core, her eyes rolling backMom moans and leans in, her tongue gently strokingHigh on the sounds that her sins are evokingThe little girl's whimpers and gasping and mewlsHave her hand blurring and make quite hard to focusThe twitch of the little hips banishes scruplesHer lips seek out, fasten around the crown jewelThe little one squeals and arches and bucksAs her efforts to silence herself are all ruinedThe mother and daughter are both caught in fluxTheir heads swimming sharply from the feel on the fuckThe girl cries out, eyes staring sightless and hotAs the pleasure explodes and her mind destructsHer daughter's explosion is never for naughtIn the pleasure her mother also is caughtShe groans and her eyes close as she slides o'er the edgeMind blank in the force of the peak that she's wrought.They breath and they slip down, their wetness attestsThe the pleasure they've both had, and the moment stretchedMother covers her daughter and kisses her headAnd leaves, never again to visits, she pledgedThe little one lays there all cozy in bedAs she drifts off, she's already thinking aheadToday was an unmitigated successTomorrow she'll wear an even shorter dress.