Susan's cunt gripped her finger, then convulsed with a fiery orgasm, her knees almost buckling. She could no longer see her children, her eyes having clouded with the strength of her climaxing cunt on her finger. She choked back her scream of ecstasy, her hips jerking back and forth as she pressed hard at her throbbing clit.
When the orgasm receded and her emotions calmed down, Susan's vision returned. She found her son and daughter both looking at her. Tracy still sat on top of Bill, his cock still up her pussy, Bill and Tracy both saw their mother's hand inside her panties and the fire that still lingered in her eyes.
For a long moment, Susan couldn't move because her legs were too weak. Then with a sigh, she pulled her hand out of her panties and smoothed her skirt down. She didn't smile or say anything, just looked at them. Turning, she left her son and daughter.
CHAPTER THREE
"She watched us," Bill said, looking up at his sister. "She saw us fucking, Tracy."
"Don't worry about it, Bill," Tracy said, lifting her cunt from, his cock.
"She's gonna be mad," he said fearfully.
"Don't be sure," his sister replied, lying beside him. "You saw where her hand was, didn't you?"
Bill nodded, cuddling close to his sister. "Mother was playing with herself," Tracy said. "She watched us, but she wasn't mad. She wouldn't be playing with herself if she was mad, would she?"
"I don't know."
"I do," Tracy soothed her brother. "And I'm telling you, Bill, don't worry about it."
She felt his small body shivering and wrapped her arms around him. She caressed his back, sliding her hand into his pajamas and stroking the firmness of his tight ass. Holding one of his asscheeks in her hot palm, she whispered to him, "Bill, you can touch me, you know. You don't have to be afraid. Besides, I want you to touch me… all over."