Passing the living room, she looked in-and almost fainted.

There was Bonny, sprawled in a chair with her pussy bared and her skirt up and her legs apart, and there was Jimmy standing over her, pulling his prick furiously.

Claire's initial impulse was to rush into the room and put and end to the naughty situation.

But she was fascinated.

She had always enjoyed playing the voyeur, and the thought of spying on her own naughty children thrilled her to the core. Her nipples shot out and her pussy bubbled. She hesitated, then smiled.

Claire had decided to watch.

It wasn't as if they were actually touching each other, she reasoned, trying to justify allowing the situation to continue. If they started to do anything more serious, she would certainly interfere-or so she told herself. But since both of the s were obviously experienced at giving themselves handjobs, what difference did it make if they happened to frig off in company.

Claire sank slowly down to her knees; just back from the open doorway through which she was staring. Her plump tits swung as she began to squirm with excitement. How thrilling it was to watch her kids being naughty! Her eyes flashed back and forth between them. She found her daughter's creamy cunt as fascinating as her sons enormous prick. She gazed at Jimmy's cockhead as it flared from out of his pounding fist, then stared at Bonny's overflowing fuckhole.

Claire's own cunt began to melt, as if in sympathetic vibration with her daughter's creamy pussy. Ribbons of cuntjuice ran down the flesh of her inner thighs. She was holding the Coke bottle in her right hand and she cupped her left hand over her cunt, rubbing and caressing her pussy and her fiery fuck button. Then, with a sudden inspiration, she moved the Coke bottle between her legs and began to shove the neck up into her cunthole. She squirmed and jerked as she fucked herself with the bottle, sliding it deep into the tunnel of love.