"I want to play, too," she said, her voice low.

"But, Mom…" Toby stammered.

Unashamedly, Susan unsnapped her cutoffs, pushing them down. She was shivering with lewdness, the intense wanton sensation making her throb all over as she revealed herself to her son and daughter. Both Ginger and Toby stared open-eyed at the thick triangle of her pussy hair, at her straining tits. Susan ran her fingers down through the hair, spreading her legs. Her cutoffs spread wide near her knees. She parted the swollen hairiness of her cunt. Her clit stood out tightly, the wetness of her slit gleaming hotly. She spread her feet, bending her knees, and leaning her shoulders back, sent a strong gush of golden piss almost three feet away.

Ginger and Toby gasped as they watched, and Susan giggled lewdly, holding her cunt wide open so they could see. Her ass trembled, bunching, causing her to piss in spurts.

The stream slowed, dribbling, and ran along her thighs. She moaned softly, watching their expressions. Her son and daughter were trembling badly, and Toby's cock bulged in raging hardness. Ginger's young hips twisted, and she was clutching one of her tight little tits, her eyes fiery.

"I pissed farther than either of you," Susan whispered, and ran her hand along one thigh, cupping her cunt, rubbing slowly. Her tongue moved over her lips, very slowly. "And I can use my fingers the same way, too."

"Mother…" Ginger said in a shy voice.

"Mom, are you all right?" Toby asked, husky-voiced.

"More than right – now," Susan said, her voice throaty. "More right than I've felt for a long time."