Weakly, Toby stepped back, squatting down because his legs were so rubbery, his cock and balls dangling between parted knees. Ginger now gripping her mother's wrist, holding her finger inside her cunt, let out a squeal, and her small tongue made lapping noises against her mother's dripping lips. Susan parted her lips and felt her daughter's tongue slide past them into her mouth, licking at her tongue and inner cheeks feverishly. A small hand grabbed one of her tits, squeezing and twisting it. Toby watched them, grinning.

"Mmmmm, do you like it?" Susan asked her daughter when Ginger pulled her tongue from her mouth. "The taste, I mean?"

Ginger pulled her fingers from the clasp of her daughter's cunt, and giving them an impish grin, licked it. Toby laughed, but in pleasure, and Ginger's eyes widened.

Susan gave a throaty laugh. "You taste sweet, too, Ginger. Very sweet." She lifted her shoulders, her tits arching high. "I guess this answers my question, doesn't it?"

"What question, Mom?" Toby asked.

"About what we're going to do about this." Susan grinned, her eyes sparkling.

Ginger and Toby glanced at each other, then at their mother. Susan felt a slight apprehension, then it faded when they started laughing. Ginger stood up, picking up her shorts and blouse. Toby lifted his pants, and started to slip them on. Susan stopped him, and on her knees on the ground, wrapped her arms about each of them, hugging their naked bodies to hers. She kissed her son's hip, then her daughter's, taking a quick swipe at their flesh with her tongue.

"Oh, well, you might as well put them on," she said, standing and stepping into her own shorts. "We can't very well walk back to the house like this, I suppose. But it would be fun, wouldn't it?"