"I know..." was Doxi's response before their lips met in a deep, lustful kiss that got Doxi just a bit wet again "Mmm... delicious as always..."<br/><br/>And then her scent hit her, harder than her words.  There was something about the scent of a woman who worshiped lust and sex... especially since it was the woman who'd birthed her.<br/><br/>"Oh mommy, I'll be as careful as I can be..." she cooed, moving off of her a bit, but not entirely "But I'm not in<em>that</em>much of a hurry that I have to skip the sending of my prayers... especially if it means playing with momma's<em>delicious</em>pussy..."<br/><br/>She shifted a leg under one of her mother's, over the other, and made sure the seam around her pussy was nice and wide, letting her own sex - lightly tufted around her clit and nowhere else (a genetic fluke that was adorable) - come into contact with her mother's as she pushed forward against her.  Both were wet, so no lube needed, especially as Doxi began to rub against her, pleasure ensuing from the rubbing as she held one of her mother's legs up high to her.<br/><br/>"Don't forget to say your silent prayer mom." she said teasingly as her quickly soaking pussy was rubbing against the musky, sopping form of her mother's clean pussy "Wouldn't want to have to apologize would we?"