The next morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her robe, shaking out her long golden hair.
"Well! Good morning, sleepy-head!" her mother said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.
"'Morning, Mom", Fiona said blearily. "Thanks."
"Well, you look dreadful."
"I have an excuse, Mom", smiled Fiona.
"Mmmmm?… and what might that be, dear?" asked her mother absently.
"All that noise you and Dad were making last night."
"Oh? I'm sorry, did we wake you, honey?" Janet asked looking surprised.
"Yeah, it's okay though." Fiona said.
Fiona looked at her mother. They had always had a good relationship, more like friends than mother and daughter, and Fiona knew she could talk about sex with her mother openly.
"Is Daddy good in bed, Mom?" asked Fiona, almost innocently.
Her mother blushed, even through her early summer tan.
"Well, er… yes, I'd ah… I'd have to say he was very good", stammered Janet. "But it's not something a young girl asks about her father, dear"
"Why, Mom?"
Her daughter had her there, Janet realized.
"Ah… I… I don't know, it just isn't the done thing, that's all."
"But, Mom, I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all, remember?"
Janet swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer her daughter's question, but couldn't think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs, Janet decided to be candid with her daughter. Sixteen years ago, Fiona herself had been the result of Janet's own dismal ignorance of sex.
"Okay, honey", said Janet finally. "What exactly do you want to know?"
"Nothing," replied the young girl, nonchalantly. "I was just wondering if you and Daddy did some of the things I've heard about at school, that's all."
"And what sort of things have you been hearing at school?"
"You know… weird things…"
"You're going to have to be more explicit than that, dear. I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Well, some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy's thing… you know his um… cock. Do you and Daddy do that sort of thing?"
Janet almost went back on her promise to herself about telling Fiona the truth. But her daughter's unashamed frankness prevented her. The last thing she wanted was Fiona growing up disgusted with sex, in any of it's forms.
"Yes, sometimes we do, honey", Janet admitted.
Fiona's eyes lit up like birthday candles.
"And um… does Daddy do the same for you, too? You know, lick your pussy?"
"Sure", said her mother with a grin of insecurity.
Fiona felt her own pussy moisten at the thought of her father's tongue licking her mother's hairy, wet cuntslit to orgasm.
"Is he good, Mom?"
"Mmmmmm, the best, baby", admitted Janet, feeling suddenly much more comfortable about talking to her daughter on so personal a subject.