Today, she was naked beneath the skirt and blouse. She couldn't stand the panties and bra any longer. While they ate, she remained silent, her eyes watching her children. In her mind she kept seeing her son's cock standing out so hard and her daughter's pink, candy-sweet cunt eagerly taking it.

Finally she spoke. "I hope your father had kind words for me while I was gone," she said softly. "I mean, he didn't hate me, did he?"

Both Ginger and Toby glanced at her, then each other.

"He didn't hate you, Mother," Ginger said. "Daddy loved you."

"He told us that many times, Mom," Toby put in. "In fact, he really missed you, especially just before the accident."

"Did he say anything about why I left?" she asked.

Again she saw the glance pass between them. Ginger started to shake her head, but Toby stopped her.

"He… he said a few things, Mom."

"Care to tell me what?" Lisa prompted.

For a minute she thought Toby would answer her, then he looked down at the table, saying nothing.

Ginger looked at her mother with huge eyes, the green darker than usual. Toby, however, kept his eyes down. Deciding it was best to drop it for the time, Lisa cleaned up the table, taking the litter to the barrels provided.

"Ready to go?"

They got up and immediately Ginger and Toby began to hold hands. Lisa followed them from the sandwich shop. They were not far from their house and the walk felt good. Lisa remained behind her son and daughter, watching the sway of her daughter's ass and the bunching of her son's ass. A tingling heat began to spread out ward from her cunt.

Inside the house, Lisa flopped onto the couch. Her skirt swirled up about her knees and she didn't bother covering them. Drawing one leg beneath her, she sat on her foot. A few inches of her creamy thighs were exposed and they drew her son's eyes. She watched him as he stared at her flesh. His cock, confined in the tight jeans, seemed to lurch. Deliberately, Lisa inched her skirt higher. She heard her son gasp and he quickly turned his eyes away from her thigh.