A groan came from Becky, a groan that turned into squeals, her little ass churning. Ben grunted, his body shaking. Julie knew they were coming, and her own cunt rippled into a quick orgasm. She sobbed with pleasure.
Becky remained atop her brother for a long moment, then sat back on the couch. Julie saw come juice on her son's shorts, then glistening drops on her daughter's thigh near her crotch.
She lifted her chair to a sitting position, and with a dazed expression on her face, stood up on weak, shaking legs.
CHAPTER THREE
Julie stood stiffly, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She gazed at her son's soft cock, seeing the puddles of his come juice on his shorts, wasted.
Her fingers fumbled as she untied the belt of her robe. It fell open, and she shrugged it from her shoulders. She stood naked, except for her flimsy panties. Both Becky and Ben seemed breathless as they gazed at her, seeing their mother undressed before them.
"That wasn't fucking," Julie whispered throatily. "You didn't fuck at all."
Becky and Ben didn't answer. They seemed unable to speak.
Julie ran her hands up and down her body, caressing herself, watching them, seeing their reaction to her boldness. If they had shown any embarrassment, or shame, Julie wasn't sure what she would do. But they weren't showing anything like that. What her twins were showing was interest, intense interest and excitement.
"You want to fuck me, do you?" Julie asked her son.
"Mom, don't listen to Becky," Ben managed to say, his voice high pitched. "I didn't say that."
"Yes, you did, Ben," Becky said. "You did so tell me you wanted to fuck Mother. Stop that lying, Ben, or I won't fuck you anymore."