Camila didn't mind the sensual sight of her daughter getting kissed on her soft lips by Kafka while not knowing where to put her hands and awkwardly resting them on her lap, which showed her daughter's inexperience with such levels of intimacy.
She already had plans in mind for both of them, so she genuinely didn't care that they were getting to know each other with their tongues and wouldn't even if they went a little deeper with one another.
She had thought that Kafka would simply give her a deep kiss that her daughter would never forget and pull back since it was her first time. But to her surprise, Kafka was taking his time with his kiss as he pulled her innocent daughter in, who didn't resist since she didn't know what to do and let him handle everything.
He was kissing her until he had to let her take small breaks for her to take a breath because she was getting way too worked up in the moment as sweat dripped down her chest from how steamy it was getting.
She didn't know exactly how to feel about this, as even though she was fine with sharing her man with her daughter, she didn't like the fact that her daughter got to have a much more passionate kiss with him that lasted a longer time than when she was with him.
And slowly, as she watched the two of them lock licks and heard her daughter making obnoxious noises every once in a while, she started getting worked up, as she couldn't help but fiddle around with her fingers and stare at them with a wronged look on her face, like she was telling him that it wasn't fair that her daughter got such treatment.
And after a solid minute of non-stop smothering of lips, Camila pulled on Kafka's sleeve while looking at him with puffed-out cheeks that looked rather adorable, unable to handle the sight any longer.
She was too embarrassed to say anything to them and could only pull on his clothes to get his attention, like a stray puppy on the street asking for some food. But this was more than enough to make Kafka understand that she was asking for her share as well and wanted it right now.
Kafka pulled his lips away from Bella's while she blankly stared at him in an enthralled manner, unable to escape the exciting and heartwarming sensation of being kissed so ardently with how he sucked and nibbled on her lips to give her the best experience ever that left her gasping and wondering why a high school student was so good at kissing, as if his mouth was made for pleasing the lucky women he was interested in.
"What is it, my sweet little Camila?...Are you not satisfied with one kiss and want another one as well?"
But once she got a closer look at her mother's blue flower-patterned underwear, which she didn't expect her mother to wear at her age, she immediately understood what her mother was trying to convey to Kafka, which made her blush in shame as well and want to cover her eyes because of how dirty it was for her innocent heart.
What she saw under Camila's pants and found out was that her mother's panties weren't really a shade of dark blue at first like she thought they were, and they were actually a bright cyan colour, judging by the colour of the waistband of the underwear, which seemed to be the original colour.
The reason she thought it was dark blue at first was embarrassingly because her mother's underwear was currently drenched in some kind of viscous fluid all the way through, until her panties actually changed to a darker shade of their original colour.
And even though she wasn't exactly familiar with the liquid that was leaking out of her mother's underwear, which was actually forming small droplets on the surface of the fabric like morning dew, she more or less understood that it was something that women let out when they were excited, as she too was going through the same dilemma as her mother was and could even feel how sticky her underwear was right now, which she didn't dare to admit like her mother did.
Bella looked at her mother with a profound gaze after clearly witnessing her vulnerable state, like she couldn't believe her proud mother was going so far to show how desperate she was for a kiss.
And then she looked at Kafka, who made her mother into such a vulgar woman who exposed her most shameful parts just because he asked to, and wondered just what charm he put on her to make such a noble woman into such an unsightly and lewd mess.
"Oh, wow~ What a sight~" Kafka said as he gazed at Camila's panties, which were faintly showing an outline of what was hidden beneath and the bean that was poking through the top, since the fabric was stuck right onto her smooth and puffy skin. "This definitely shows just how much you want this kiss from me, Camila."
"...Don't you think too, Bella?"
Kafka turned and looked at Bella, who couldn't take her eyes off her mother's soaked underwear, as it was an irresistible sight for even a person of the same sex as her.
"Y-Yeah, I think this should be more than enough to prove that she really wants it, a-and I also think that it's better for her to cover up now that she's shown what needs to be seen..." Bella timidly answered and helped Camila zip and button her pants up to how they were before, which made Camila gaze at her daughter tenderly, thinking that she was doing so to protect her mother from showing such a shameful sight for so long.
When in actuality, Bella only helped her since she was starting to have rather depraved thoughts like how cold her mother's underwear was right now and wondered if the skin beneath her underwear was glistening as well, like the sides of her thighs, which were quite taboo to think of, but at the same time excited her, which made her wonder if she was a pervert after all, which was exactly what Camila thought to herself when she first had such incestous thoughts about her own daughter, showing that no matter how different their personalities were, their interests aligned perfectly with one another, and for Kafka as well, who would thoroughly enjoy this perverted mother-daughter pair...