Susan gently pushed her son off her body, and sat up on the ground. She very tenderly removed Ginger's drenched hand from that candied cunt.

"Let me help you, darling," she said in a low, husky voice. "I know what you're feeling, and I won't let you suffer, Ginger."

Ginger, with her young knees spread wide, was desperate in need. Her eyes were unfocused, her sweet mouth parted. Toby moved to watch, and Susan began to rub at her daughter's protruding clit, slowly easing a finger into the hairless slit. She gasped at the smooth tightness of her daughter's cunt, and began to fuck up and down, stabbing her finger into Ginger's cunt while her thumb agitated the swollen clit.

"Come, baby," Susan urged in a soft, but hot, voice. "Come for mother. Just feel it, and come, darling."

Ginger began to squeal, twisting her little ass, her knees very wide apart. She squatted with her head tilted back, eyes closed, ecstasy shining on her lovely young face. Toby watched with interest as his mother's finger darted in and out of his sister's cunt, seeing the creamy soft folds grip their mother's finger.

"So tight, Ginger," Susan said softly. "Your little cunt is so tight on mother's finger. And so very hot! God, you have a tight, hot little cunt, Ginger!"

"Mother…" Ginger gasped, grabbing Susan's lower arm. "Oooooh, Mother! I'm gonna… ohhh, I'm gonna piss, Mother!"

"No, you aren't," Susan said. "You're going to come. But if you piss, that's okay, too."

Ginger, with a scream, went into contractions, her hairless cunt pulling at her mother's finger, tightening even more. Her small body shook violently and the screams of her ecstasy sounded tortured.