The scent of sex filled the room, waiting to Lisa's nostrils. She inhaled it eagerly and shoved a hand inside her robe, cupping one other own tits. She lifted it free, holding her tit high. She tucked her chin down and ran her tonguetip over her own nipple, her eyes gazing at her son and daughter as they fucked in near slow motion.

Her other hand left the door, her legs stronger now. She slipped this hand into the folds of her robe and fingered her way through the thick mat of cunt hair. She rubbed at her distended clitoris, shivering gently.

Toby began to speed up the plunges of his cock and Ginger met him. Once again Ginger was thrashing beneath her brother. Toby's breathing increased and soon they were both squirming and fucking wildly.

Lisa dug into her tit, causing a sharp pain.

She thrust a finger into her juicy cunt, stabbing it up and down, the hod of her hand smashing her inflamed clitoris.

"Ohhhh, I'm gonna come again, Toby!"

Ginger sobbed, grinding against him. "Oooo, make me come again!"

"I'm almost ready, Ginger!" Toby moaned, racing his cock up and down. "I'm just about there, too!"

"Now!" Ginger wailed.

"Yes!" Toby grunted.

Lisa saw them straining together again and their young bodies shuddering in orgasms.

Again they rested a moment.

When Toby sat back, Lisa stared at her son's wet cock. It was soft now and his balls looked even longer now that they were hanging down. She caught a glimpse of Ginger's almost bald cunt before she closed her legs. The pink lips were puffy and soaked.

Ginger sat up, facing her brother, crossing legs. She held his cock in her palm, giggling at him.