By the time they finished, she was glistening wetly from her face down to her cunt. As they stepped back, Susan had to stay squatting as strength returned to her. When she felt strong enough, she stood, giggling with erotic pleasure, pulling her piss-soaked cut-offs over her hips, adjusting the wet seam to her cunt. Piss ran down her inner thighs, but she didn't go to the faucet to rinse off. Instead, she took their hands in hers, and they started for the house again. Being wet with their piss excited Susan.

She didn't feel soiled; she felt elated. As they entered the back door, she gave them each a playful swat on the ass.

"Go take a shower, or bath, or something. I'll fix us something to eat." She removed her shirt, and Ginger took it from her, pressing the wet tails into her young face, giggling. "Oh, you think you'd enjoy that, too, do you?"

Pressing the piss-wet shirt to her mouth, Ginger nodded her head, a slight flush of shyness on her flesh.

"You don't have to be shy about it," her mother said. "I think Toby would piss on you, too, if you wanted."

Toby nodded. He was not as shy as his sister. He understood more than Ginger that his mother not only wanted what they had done, but needed it very much.

"Sure, Ginger," he said, giving his mother a sly look. "I'll piss on you, too. I'll piss on you both, and…" he rubbed the front of his mother's crotch, "I'll fuck you, too. Fuck you like I fucked Mom."

Susan trembled deliriously, cupping her son's crotch. "Now, that's more like it, Toby. For a while I thought maybe you two were a little ashamed of me."

She pressed her mouth to her son's, her tongue licking as she fondled him through his pants, feeling his cock respond. She began to melt, and drew back, but reluctantly.