"We saw some men working in the groves earlier, Mother," Ginger said. "I don't wanna be seen by them."

"Neither do I," Susan replied. "This is for us, not to share with horny men."

Toby slung his shirt over his shoulder and walked behind his mother and sister through the groves. He watched the way their asses bunched in movement. His mother's ass was rounder, her hips wider. His sister's ass was small and compact, very tight, writhing adorably inside her tight shorts. Their long legs caught the sun, glinting goldenly.

Susan paused at a water faucet, and rinsed her face. When she finished, using her son's shirt for a towel, Ginger rinsed her face.

"It was getting sticky, huh, Mother?" she giggled. "Does it always get that way?"

"Only if you let it dry on you, baby," Susan answered. "I love to rub some juice into my tits and legs. It's the best skin cream in the world."

Ginger glanced at the front of her brother's pants. "I think I'd like it, too, Mother."

A tingle swept through Susan, and she looked around carefully, seeing no one. She listened, but they were alone, about a hundred yards from the house. She opened her shorts, pushing them to her knees, then squatted.

"Don't go yet. I have to piss."

Pushing her hands between her spread knees, she pulled her cunt open, and sent a hissing stream of piss to the ground. Her eyes smoldered as she watched her son and daughter stare at her pissing. Shaking, Susan whispered in a very soft voice, "I bet you can piss on my cunt, Toby."

Toby gasped, and Ginger gaped.

Holding her shorts out of the way, Susan exposed her cunt as best she could and kept pissing. Her eyes took on a pleading expression, her face flushed with desire, "Try it, Toby," she pleaded. "Please, try to piss on mother's cunt!"