"I'm glad to be home," she said, fighting back her tears of happiness. "Come on, now. Get in and let's go home!"

She held her arms over their shoulders, kissing the tops of their heads. Ginger kept her arm about her mother's waist and Toby's palm rested near Lisa's knee.

The taste of come juice lingered in her mouth, the come juice of the boy on the bus, Tod. Lisa wondered if it would be the last taste of a cock she would have for a long time.

One night after Lisa had been home nearly two weeks, she woke up about three in the morning. Feeling thirsty, she pulled her robe on and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. She didn't notice the light coming from beneath the door of her son's bedroom until she was going back to her own room. She saw the door of her daughter's bedroom open and she looked in.

Ginger's green eyes blazed upon her brother's cock, her small ass twisting slowly. Her tiny tits arched up in firm beauty, her pink nipples swollen. Lisa saw the glistening lips of her daughter's cunt, the tiny tip of her clitoris bulging up from the moist folds. A small tuft of copper-colored hair grew at the apex of her thighs.

Toby's cock jerked up and down and Lisa noticed it was as thick and long as Tod's cock. Like his sister, though, he had only a scant amount of hair at his crotch. His balls surprised her. They hung low and were much bigger than she would have thought.

She released her breath quietly, clinging to the doorknob, her knees shaking. Somehow Lisa wasn't shocked by what she was seeing. There was a burning, stinging feeling in her cunt, though. She had not been aware of it, but her clitoris had lurched into an inflamed hardness immediately.

The words came clearly now, along with the heavy panting sounds of their breathing.

"I just couldn't stay away any longer, Toby," Ginger said, her voice surprisingly throaty for a girl so young. "I'm tired of playing with myself. I have to fuck?"