She wondered if she was one of those people, a woman who found her greatest pleasure in watching such erotic actions instead of joining in on the fun. Her reaction, as she stood watching, seemed to indicate she was. Perhaps her excitement was caused mostly because it was her son and daughter, not another boy and girl. The sheer perversity of it excited her, she knew. Was she one of those people who enjoyed such perverse things?

Joann was confused. There were so many erotic thoughts in her mind she could hardly sort them out.

Hearing the pickup's doors open and close, she pushed from the door and tried to busy herself at the sink when Judy and Dave came in, she couldn't look at them. There was a guilty flush on her lovely face, her eyes strained with tears of frustration.

She felt them pass her and go into the living room. She peeked at their backs, seeing the lower cheeks of her daughter's ass showing. A glance at her son's ass made her shiver, and her cunt began to throb again.

She heard the television come on, and the sounds of afternoon cartoons came to her. The absurdity of her son and daughter watching cartoons after what they had done in the garage struck her. How could anyone be interested in silly cartoons after being jacked off by his sister's hot little hand? But they were young, she told herself. They were very young, and Judy had just recently given up her dolls and stuffed animals.

Leaving the sink, she entered the living room. Judy was sprawled on the floor, her chin cupped in her hands, watching the antics of the cartoon characters. Dave was on the couch, stretched out with his head on the arm, legs crossed. But he wasn't watching the cartoons he was watching his sister, his eyes on her cute, saucy little ass. He glanced up when his mother came in and shifted his eyes to the television, but they turned back to Judy's ass almost immediately.