Susan wasn't horrified; she felt a strange, pleasant sensation, mostly between her own long, slim, creamy thighs. She smiled to herself as she dabbed paint on the canvas, not interested now in contrast or color. She looked at the way her son's cock held his toga up, and now she could see that it was dripping from his piss hole.

There was a sudden contraction of her cunt, and Susan moaned softly. She felt an excitement bubbling within her body that she had not felt in a long time. There was a flush on her flesh, and her tits swelled. Her nipples became rubber hard. She felt the throbbing pleasure of her cut as she gazed at Tommy's cock. Susan began to wonder what his cock would feel like in her hand, rubbing along her thighs… thrusting into her cunt.

It had been a long, long time since she had been fucked. In fact, ever since her divorce two years ago. She had managed to shove her erotic nature to the back of her mind, expending her sexual energy in her painting. But now it was coming back, and with a force that sent her mind reeling.

"Take a break, kids," she said, her voice unusually thick and low. "We'll get back to this in a few minutes."

Susan left them and went to the kitchen, where she pulled soft drinks from the refrigerator and took them back to her makeshift studio. She found her son sitting on the platform, gazing unabashedly under his sister's toga Susan noted that this time Julie was certainly aware of the exposure. She was sitting in her chair with her knees apart and the bottom of the toga almost in her lap. Tommy's cock was making a tent of his garment. A spot of moisture seeped through the cloth where the prick head pressed. Pretending she was not aware of this, Susan gave her children the soft drinks and sat on the floor near her son. She crossed her legs and the paint-smeared jeans pulled tight. She felt the crotch of her pants pressing against her suddenly steaming cunt and it felt very good.