He almost ripped his pants open in his haste to get his cock out. It jumped from his pants, hard and throbbing, the head smooth and swollen, juice dripping from the tip. He clutched it, running his fist back and forth. Ginger, shaking wildly, looked from her mother to her brother, her hands agitated, darting to her small tits, down to her hips, back to her tits again. She was breathing in labored sounds, eyes smoldering.

"Now you, Ginger," Susan urged, dragging her soaked finger out of her cunt and pulling upward on her rigid clit.

Fumbling with her fingers, Ginger opened her shorts again, and pushed them down, her eyes darting from her brother's cock to her mother's steaming cunt. She seemed not to know what to do next, her shorts at her knees, her tight pink panties clinging to her small hips.

"Your panties, baby," Susan breathed, both hands at her cunt now, opening the slit, pressing it tightly. "Push your panties down, too."

A deep-throated squeal came from Ginger as she shoved her panties down to her knees, one hand cupping her cunt shyly.

Susan let her daughter adjust, delighted that her son was not as hesitant. She bent her knees, her back sliding down the trunk of the lemon tree. She spread her knees wide, working at her cunt with swift thrusts of her finger. She watched her son pump his cock as he stared in fascination at her exposed pussy and what she was doing with her fingers.

"Oooooh, Mother!" Ginger gasped hotly, rubbing at her succulent pink cunt now, unable to keep from doing it. "You sound so wet!"

"I am wet!" Susan gasped, thrusting two lingers into her cunt. "I'm so wet, so very wet and very hot! I need it! I want it!"

"Do it, Mom!" Toby panted.

"I am!" Susan gasped, plunging a third finger into her cunt. Ginger and Toby could see the stretching of their mother's pussy, see how wet her hand was getting, the soft hair framing it. "I am doing it! I'm going to make myself come… just like you two did!"