Ginger was a little beauty with a mouth-watering body already. Her hair was silky, a red, dish blonde, with blue eyes like her mother's. She was still gangly, but filling out prematurely. Susan had noticed the tight little mounds of burgeoning tits on her daughter, the swell of her pink nipples against her t-shirts and dresses, and still put off getting Ginger into a bra. Her legs were very long goldenly tanned, with satiny flesh. Her pretty little ass jutted out in two adorable bubbles, so sweet that it made the palms itch to feel, to hold, to caress. She had the face of an angel, a very sweet, innocent face, but Susan had seen a wildness into those blue eyes that resembled her own.

Both Ginger and Toby enjoyed the isolation of the lemon groves. They were not really isolated; it was only fifteen minutes into town. But here they had the open spaces, without neighbors to see them. They played among the groves and in the watering sprinklers all the time. Susan never worried about them. She had no reason to worry about them. Nothing could harm then in the groves.

Susan didn't remember unzipping her shorts and pushing her hand into them. But she had, and was strolling with her hand cupping her cunt, feeling the soft hair against her palm, the puffy heat of her slit, the wetness on her fingers. Her tits moved in a tight manner as she walked, her nipples high and swollen. She pressed at her clit, and the soft moan it brought from her almost caused her to miss the other sound.

She stopped, turning her head, listening.

"I can do that, too," she heard her daughter's happy voice.

"Not standing up," came her son's reply.

"I've done it before," Ginger said.

For a reason she couldn't explain, Susan kept her breathing as quiet as she could, and being careful not to step on twigs, moved toward their voices. She felt a heat swell in her, a feeling that she was about to see something Ginger and Toby didn't want her to see. The voices became louder and clear as she approached. They had their backs to her, and Susan peeked at them from behind a tree. Toby was in jeans, Ginger in shorts.