Believing she was well covered, she went into the living room, and found her son and niece sitting on the floor. They had turned on the television and afternoon shows were going through those stupid antics. She walked past them and, before she reached the kitchen, felt eyes on her. She peeked over her shoulder and sure enough Roger and Ginger were staring at her. She followed their eyes with one hand, and then gasped with a hot blush on her face when she felt the naked cheeks of her ass.

She moved quickly into the kitchen, drinking a glass of cold water. She felt trapped now. There was no way she could go back through the living room, not with the towel showing everything she had. And she couldn't stay in the kitchen until Roger and Ginger decided to go back outside, either.

She peeked to see if she could sneak past them.

Ginger was standing up, her dress pulled up behind, with the seat of her white cotton panties showing. She was prancing before Roger, shaking her slim hips in a parody of Carol going into the kitchen.

Carol felt so ashamed she could die.

"Don't look at me," Ginger said, trying to imitate Carol's voice. "You're not supposed to see my butt, you know. Even if I show it, you're not supposed to see my ass, Roger."

Carol gasped when she heard her niece. The impulse to say something about her language was strong, but Carol had to swallow it. If she said anything, it would make matters worse, she felt.

And Roger! He was playing along with Ginger.

"Oh, Mother," she heard her son say, his voice childish. "I see your ass, Mother! Why are you showing your ass to me, Mother?"